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Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline comes to Klaus in NOLA with a biting kink. Smut.
2. Caroline explains the Damon experience to Klaus. Post 5x11. Trigger warning: Discussion of rape/abuse.
3. Sequel to "Punishment" which can be found in Chapter 14.
How about it's klaroline's first time & klaus is surprised that caroline is adventurous in the bedroom? ;)
He pulled the phone away to check, and it was his hybrid's number.
"Hello, Sweetheart. Why are you calling from Alec's phone?"
"Because I don't have your new number, apparently. Also, I'm at your door and I've been knocking, but my mother raised me right, and it's not polite to just barge in-"
Klaus dropped the phone and sped down the stairs to wrench open the door. He found Caroline hanging up the phone and thrusting it back into the hybrid's hand. "See? I told you he'd want to talk to me," she said irritably before walking past him to the foyer. "Where's my room?"
He resisted the urge to point out that if this wasn't "barging in" he had no idea what was, but he wasn't going to complain.
"This way," he said immediately, leading her up to a guest room near his bedroom and opening the door for her. She dropped in next to her bed and flopped onto it, kicking off her shoes.
"So, don't take this the wrong way, love, but–"
"Why am I here?" she finished, smiling slightly.
"Yes."
She let out a sharp breath, pushing herself up off the bed and walking towards him. "Because I felt like I owed it to myself to see where this went. If you still want to, I mean."
"I still want to," he said immediately, staring into her eyes.
"Good," she said, grinning, before her lips landed on his.
Her lips were soft and sweet against his, her hands moving under his henley to stroke his chest as he rested on hand on the small of her back, the other stroking her hair softly. She pressed herself against him, moaning when he rested a thigh between her legs and grinding onto it, his erection pressed insistently against her hip.
She reached down to undo his belt, pulling off and letting it clatter to the floor before undoing his button and fly, her lips still fused to his. He groaned into her mouth as she grasped his cock in her hand, stroking him firmly, rubbing her thumb across the tip, making him buck into her hand.
He tugged her shirt over her head and didn't bother with the zipper of the skirt, simply ripping it, groaning when he realized that she hadn't worn anything under it and her soaking bare pussy had been grinding against the denim of his jeans. She unhooked her bra, throwing it behind her, and ripped away his jeans and boxers while he pulled off his henley, grinning unrepentantly at him when he gave her a chastising look.
"Hey, you ruined my skirt, it's only fair."
He pinned her to the bed before the last word was completely out of her mouth, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, as he knocked her knees apart and positioned himself at her entrance.
She let out a throaty moan when he pushed into her, wrapping her legs around his waist, their eyes connected as he set a slow pace, but she writhed under him, bringing her hips up to meet his. "Faster, Klaus."
He obliged, his cock slamming into her at a higher speed, and she moaned, clawing at his back.
"Bite me," she gasped.
"Beg pardon, love?"
"Bite. Me."
She tipped her head to the side on the pillow, revealing her creamy neck. "Please, Klaus. I want you to drink from me."
He felt his fangs emerge, and it occurred to him that this was probably a bad idea, but her eyes were so wide and green and pleading and he wanted to taste her so damn badly. He'd been waiting for this.
"Please," she repeated, a bit breathily, her breasts bouncing slightly as her chest heaved with her harsh breaths.
He swore softly and let his fangs sink into her neck, and she moaned loudly, arching her back, her pebbled nipples brushing against his chest, and he sped up, his cock slamming into her harshly as he drank from her.
She called his name as she came around him before he withdrew, and she licked her blood off of his mouth, moaning as he tugged her bottom lip with his teeth, groaning into her mouth as he came inside her.
Still on top of her, he held his wrist out, feeling his cock twitch when her vampire features emerged. She moaned as she drank from his wrist, healing the bite, and licked his wrist slowly with her tongue flat on it, giving him a good view of her fangs and red eyes as she kept eye contact with him.
"Fuck, Caroline," he breathed, and she grinned at him.
"Yes, please."
He let out a chuckle, which quickly turned into a groan as she flipped them over and kissed down his body before licking her juices off of his cock, taking it in her mouth. His hands wound into her hair as his hips moved, thrusting so that the tip of him hit the back of her throat.
He'd never expected her to be this forward, and he liked it.
And judging by this experience, he also couldn't wait to see what she would do when she actually became comfortable with him.
AU after 5.11 where Klaus and Caroline continue to have sex and cuddle afterwards, even though Caroline denies it. And one night Klaus notice a scar on her back and demands to know where it's from and Caroline reluctantly explains what happened with Damon when she was human. Protective!klaus would be nice, but you could do this anyway you like. Hugs!
Trigger Warnings: Discussion of rape/abuse
Caroline smiled contentedly as Klaus pulled her into his chest, nuzzling her neck. She could feel him hardening again, and she wriggled slightly to encourage him, making him smile against her skin. "You're killing me, love."
"Says the immortal, indestructible hybrid," she said, laughing softly.
He dropped kisses along her neck and down the back of her shoulder, the brush of his lips making her shiver, before he licked lightly at her jugular before pausing as she stiffened.
"Caroline, are you all right?"
"Yeah, sorry."
"For what?" he asked, rather bewildered by her behavior.
"Just keep going," she deflected.
"Caroline, what's going on?"
She sighed. "Nothing. It's fine."
He dropped a light kiss on her shoulder blade. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but there's a scar on your neck. I've noticed it before, but you've never had that sort of reaction to it."
She could hear the wariness in his voice and sighed. She didn't necessarily have to tell him, but she knew that he'd eventually find out from someone else, and she didn't look forward to the fight they'd have if that happened. Plus he'd probably run off and kill Damon without asking, which would immediately undo the two years of work she'd done of subtly trying to condition her friends to be accepting when she finally came clean about her relationship with Klaus.
She slowly turned on her side to face him, giving him a serious look. "If I tell you, you have to promise me you won't do anything about it."
He frowned. "Why?"
"This isn't negotiable, Klaus. I want to deal with it in my own way. Do you understand?"
He nodded slowly. "All right. I agree."
"Well, you know that Katherine turned me, right?"
He nodded.
"I was human when the Salvatores came to town, and I was really jealous that Elena easily started dating Stefan when he'd rejected me, so when Damon asked me out I jumped at the chance. He kind of screamed bad boy, you know? And I wanted that."
Klaus nodded slowly, his eyes narrowed, and she took a deep breath and continued. "I started having these…gaps…in my memory. It was like skipping through parts of my life. Damon would compel me to let him drink from me whenever he wanted. He asked me to do things for him and I did. He compelled me to have sex with him even though I was terrified of him."
Her voice was clinical as she recounted her experience, which was the way she had been able to process it at the time. She explained the facts, keeping her voice even.
"So he raped you?" Klaus asked in the same tone, as though just checking for clarification's sake, though she could tell that he would like nothing more than to torture Damon for a decade straight, at least.
"Yes. And used me to do his dirty work."
"And I'd assume that's why you told Elena that you were still Team Stefan at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant?" Klaus asked dryly.
She knew that he was furious, and his way of attempting not to scare her with his reaction was to minimize the issue so that he could feel like he didn't have to react to it, but she knew that it was taking every ounce of his self control to deal with it the way she'd asked him to.
"Yes."
"And have you given him any retribution for this?"
"Nope," she said quietly. "Besides throwing him down a hallway. He's Stefan's brother, and Elena's boyfriend. I dont' want to hurt them by hurting Damon."
"And I'm assuming that by that reasoning, you don't want to give him any."
"You'd be correct in that assumption," she said stiffly.
"And that's why you try not to feed from humans?" he asked, everything seeming to click into place for him.
She nodded. "Yes."
He pressed his lips together. "I want to kill him."
"I know. So do I, sometimes."
"It's not funny, Caroline."
"I'm aware of that, thanks," she said, her voice clipped.
He winced. "Apologies. I just mean that he shouldn't be allowed to go unpunished."
"I'm healing," she said simply.
"This is just a suggestion, and I won't do it if you don't want me to," he started, making Caroline smile at the effort he was going to in order to keep his voice light and not upset her, "But perhaps I can compel him to never have sexual relations of any kind with a person under the influence of compulsion. Would that be agreeable?"
She nodded slowly. "Yeah. That's fine, as long as it's just that compulsion. Nothing else."
He nodded solemnly. "Nothing else. I promise."
"Thank you for listening to me."
"I always listen to you, love."
She snorted, and he grinned at her, his hand stroking her waist, before he looked rather uncomfortable. "Does it bother you when I kiss you there? Do you want me to stop?"
"On the scar, you mean?"
He nodded.
"No. It's fine. It was just surprising. It might have a few years ago, but I've mostly desensitized myself to it. I actually like it a lot when you do it. It feels good."
His face lit up at that, and she smiled at him, kissing him softly.
"Thank you for trusting me, Caroline. It means a lot that you'd share that experience with me."
"Thank you for trusting me to know how to handle it my own way."
He laughed. "You can handle anything that comes your way, love. I have full confidence in that."
She smiled and kissed him again before cuddling into his chest, inhaling his scent, and drifting off.'
Sequel to "Punishment" (found in Chapter 14).
"Dirty mouth."
"Only because you came in it," she retorted, breathing hard and purposefully baiting him.
His eyes darkened, and he was already hard for her again.
"Dangerous words, love."
She smiled slightly. "Sorry, Master Mikaelson."
He seemed to chuckle despite himself. "I don't think you've ever looked less sorry in your entire life."
She decided not to continue baiting him, knowing that the outcome would be worse, despite the fact that he looked amused now, so she remained silent.
"You're trying to bait me into giving you more, aren't you, greedy girl? Give me your wrists."
She did so, quickly finding herself shacked again, arms and legs completely spread for him. "We're going to have to do something about your insolent little mouth, won't we, Caroline?"
"If it pleases you, Master Mikaelson."
"Perhaps it would be easier for you if you couldn't talk. You'd avoid so much correction that way. It would be simpler for both of us, wouldn't it?" he asked, his soft voice making her core ache for him.
"I suppose, Master Mikaelson."
"And there you go again, with your impudence," he said, adopting a long-suffering tone as he walked to the cot in the corner, pulling out the bag of toys that they kept under it for easy access and fishing around in it, pulling out a ball gag.
"I'm sorry, Master Mikaelson."
"Of course you are, now that you know you're about to be gagged. Open your mouth."
She did so, allowing him to fit the gag behind her teeth, tying it behind her head.
"Is that too tight?" he asked, his eyes fixed on her body, wide open and helpless in front of him. "I'm only trying to help you stay out of trouble with me, Caroline, you know that."
He trailed a finger down her cheek, making her shiver, her nipples pebbling. Cupping her breasts in his hands and running his thumbs over her nipples, he grinned at her muffled moan. "Greedy girl," he said quietly, his hands trailing down her sides do her hips, squeezing them roughly before he pushed a finger into her dripping center. "Still so wet for me. I bet you'd be begging right now if you could, wouldn't you?"
She nodded furiously, wriggling as much as her shackles let her, trying to ride his fingers. He grinned at the movements of her hips, withdrawing his fingers so only the tips remained in her. "So desperate for my touch…" he breathed in her ear before taking her earlobe between his teeth, biting lightly, the tips of his fingers moving in small circles just inside her opening, and she knew that her juices were dripping down his fingers onto his palm.
He pushed his fingers inside her slowly, and she rolled her hips against them. "I love the way you look like this. Bound and gagged and helpless against my touch. You want to come again so badly, don't you?"
The gag muffled her pants and moans, and she couldn't form words. She knew that he was perfectly aware that she wanted to come, but she nodded all the same.
"Hold still," he demanded with a sharp slap to her ass, sending a sharp stab of arousal straight to her center. "Beg me."
She moaned against the gag, trying to make him hear, frustrated that what he was asking was impossible. He simply frowned, unable to stop the wide grin that took over his face. "I can't understand you. Isn't that a shame? I would have let you come had you just asked…"
She resisted the urge to move again, knowing it would only make it more likely that he'd leave her wanting for not being able to follow directions.
He began to fuck her with his fingers, his movements painfully slow, and she had to restrain herself from rocking her hips to increase the friction he was creating. She couldn't hold off for more than a few seconds though, and she ground down on his fingers, making him take them away immediately, delivering another slap to her ass in retribution. "Desperate little whore. You're so distracted by your desires that you can't even follow simple directions."
He walked behind her to smack her ass again three times. "Greedy little slut, aren't you? You're perfectly willing to let me tie you up and gag you in exchange for just my touch. You love calling me Master and giving yourself over to me in the hopes that I'll pleasure you."
He slapped her again, hard, and she could feel her arousal dripping down her inner thighs, and knew that it was probably dropping onto the floor as well.
"Your arse would be bright red if you human, you know," he said conversationally. "You would have trouble sitting for the next week from this. I would love to see you walking around the estate knowing that if I flipped your skirt up anyone would be able to see how I punish you for your insolence."
He ran his hands over the backs of her thighs, her finger dipping into her core for only a moment before he slapped her again, making her scream against the gag. "Of course, you're not human, are you? And that's even better, because you're going to live forever like this. My Queen by day and my desperate little slut by night. You're going to spread your legs for your Master and beg for me for eternity, won't you, greedy girl? My greedy girl, my desperate slut, my fuck-hungry little whore...so eager to please me."
He held her hips in place with one hand, positioning himself at her entrance with the other.
"I'm going to indulge you, greedy girl, just this once. I'm going to allow you to please me. You should be thankful that you have such a generous Master."
The ball gag muffled her screams as he entered her, and she contracted around him as he filled her completely. She felt him squeeze her hips roughly before he began to move her, slamming her down on his cock as he thrust into her. She couldn't stop the sounds she was making, trying in vain to rock her hips against his cock as he held her in place, completely helpless to him as he fucked her.
"You would be thanking me at the top of your lungs if you could, wouldn't you? You would be screaming so loudly that everyone in the mansion would know how thankful you are to your Master for giving you his cock."
She was so close to the edge, and she knew he could feel it because he slowed down slightly. "You will not come unless I order it, do you understand?"
She nodded, and he picked up speed again, giving her torturous pleasure as she held herself back from coming around him, and he spilled inside her within minutes. Giving her ass another sharp slap, making her moan before circling to her front again, running two fingers up her inner thigh, letting his come mixed with her arousal coat the tips of his fingers.
"Such a pretty whore, strung up like that with my come dripping down your legs. You're so close to the edge, aren't you?" He rubbed his fingers across her lips, coating them with the mixture, and grinned at her. She knew how she must look, flushed and desperate with his come dripping off her lips down the gag to her chin, and it only made her core ache for him more.
"Do you want to come, greedy girl?"
She nodded furiously, eyes wide and imploring, and he smirked, reaching down, his fingers barely touching her skin as they made their way to her soaking pussy, and all it took was a simple brush of his fingers against her clit to tip her over the edge.
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