Summary: Established Klaroline act out Klaus's fantasy of sex when she can't understand him.
Contains: 100% consensual bodice-ripper fantasy. Rough sex, but otherwise pretty vanilla tbh.
This was originally for Canon-ish day of AU Week on tumblr, but I've decided to publish some of the drabbles early since we're pretty drabble-starved atm.
You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Dreamland, take me there 'cause I want your sex
If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away
~ "Body Say" by Demi Lovato
Caroline smiled in between kisses, her fingers lazily fiddling with Klaus's curls as she sighed in contentment, letting her lips part as his tongue skated across the seam of her mouth. His hands stroked her waist lightly under the soft cotton shirt she stole from his closet, fingernails grazing the waistband of her shorts before they moved up to more chaste territory, drawing never ending swirls on the sensitive skin of her waist.
She loved lazy mornings like this, where they had nothing to do and they just stayed in bed for hours. She'd never thought Klaus would be a cuddler until she'd started sharing a bed with him, and she was proven very, very wrong. She could easily spend days being held by him while they watched television or talked, one of his hands splayed on her back while the other traced her outer thigh.
He hummed as she shifted beneath him, still playing with his hair, the other hand threading his necklaces between her fingers. She opened her eyes to look up at him through her lashes, her breath catching at the way he was looking at her.
She didn't think she'd ever get tired of it.
He bent down to kiss her again, more deeply this time, and she moaned softly, slinging a leg over his hips, her hand moving from his necklaces to trace the tattoo on his shoulder. He grinned as he placed one last kiss on her lips before rolling off of her, pulling her flush against him and pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his body relaxing against her.
They were silent for a minute or two as she settled naturally against him, pressing her cheek against his chest. She could practically feel the gears turning in his mind, and she was curious.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Hmm?"
"You're just quiet," she said, shifting to flick the sensitive skin of the hollow below his ear with her tongue. He groaned, his hips jerking, hands tightening on her waist. "Come on," she coaxed, pressing light kisses along his neck. "Tell me."
"Just thinking about a fantasy I've had of you for quite awhile," he said, and she pulled back, frowning.
"Is it one that I don't know about?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't tell me?" she asked, genuinely confused. "I thought we were supposed to be 'open with each other about our sexual desires,'" she said, the last few words a direct quote in a terrible imitation of his accent, giggling when he rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists to the bed on either side of her head and bending to press a kiss to her cheek, followed by a little nip of teeth that made her shiver.
"Perhaps you won't blame me as much when you find out what it is."
"Ooh, that sounds ominous," she said, a teasing note in her voice. "Is it the spanking thing? Because I've told you that I'm willing to try it in exchange for—"
"No it isn't, and it couldn't have been, since I already told you about that," he said impatiently, and she could tell that he was trying not to roll his eyes (though he lost the battle when she laughed). "It's just...complicated."
"How?"
"I didn't like being human," he said bluntly. "I was weak and defenseless, and I don't like remembering it. However, in those times, we had certain..." he trailed off as he realized that she was trying to fight down a smile, her eyes lighting up. "What?" he asked defensively.
"You have a virginal village girl fantasy don't you?" she asked with a wicked smile. "Do you want me to be an innocent victim to your seduction, Klaus?"
She knew that she shouldn't tease him about it too much. Truthfully it turned her on a bit too, and the last thing she wanted was for him to decide he didn't want to after all. She could see his eyes flash, the muscles of his arms flexing as he tilted his head, drinking her in.
"Well, not exactly," he said delicately.
"Tell me, then," she said easily, staring up at him through thick lashes with wide eyes, her tongue darting over her lower lip in a deliberate taunt.
"I'd rather show you," he said quietly. He let go of one of her wrists, laying his palm on the side of her head, his thumb darting across her cheek. "May I?"
She knew what he was asking and she nodded. Klaus showing her using the vampiric mind connection made sense, and they'd done it a few times before for their more elaborate fantasies. Part of it was that they both were very detail-oriented people by nature, and their fantasies were usually elaborate with props and scenes (Klaus's knowledge of Disneyland was limited, and she had been intent on keeping it the happiest place on earth without scarring any children for life). Making it perfect in real life would take work, but acting it out in dreams required no pre-planning, and it was a form of foreplay that could go on for hours before they either fucked in the dream or broke out of it to have mind-blowing sex.
In theory, it had the added benefit that one of them could pull out of the fantasy at any time if it got uncomfortable, but neither of them had ever gotten even close to that point.
Caroline settled down against the pillows to get comfortable, leaning into the stroke of his palm against her face. "Go ahead. I trust you."
She saw the genuine dimpled smile spread across his face before he bent to kiss her softly, pulling up again. "Close your eyes, sweetheart."
She did, and she felt the odd sensation of displacement that came with someone else entering her head.
She materialized in a wooden cabin, a fire crackling in the hearth, and she looked down to see that her dress was the kind she saw in her medieval history textbooks, loose and practical. She looked up as the door burst open, her eyes widening when she saw how Klaus looked in the doorway. His tunic was loose, his trousers cut in a way that made her lick her lips, a sword dangling from his fingertips. It clattered to the floor as his eyes darkened, roving her body, and she felt the ache of arousal begin to build in her lower belly as his eyes lingered on her breasts before moving to settle on her face.
She'd read enough romance novels to know what he wanted, what the scene was supposed to be, and though her heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation, heat building in her core, she took a step back, her eyes wide and nervous. She caught the hint of a satisfied smile cross his face before he kicked the door shut behind him and advanced on her, the look in his eyes predatory and full of want, his walk purposeful and commanding. She felt her nipples tighten, another stab of arousal hitting her as he approached.
She made a half-hearted dart towards the door, unsurprised when he caught her wrist in his hand, yanking her back to him, her back against his front, his arm looping around her waist to keep her in place, his hand curling around her arm to keep her from struggling. He bent to nuzzle her neck and she whimpered, wriggling in his arms even as she tipped her head to the side to give him access to her skin.
"What are you going to do to me?" she breathed, managing to hold back the moan that threatened to escape her as Klaus trailed his hand up her torso to cup her breast through her dress. He squeezed it, pinching her nipple through the fabric, making her gasp, the slight pain making the ache between her thighs more prominent, and she heard Klaus inhale, a satisfied growl sounding in her ear.
Caroline had a preference for rough sex, especially with dirty talk in that sinful husky tone (and the accent didn't hurt either), and Klaus was always all too happy to deliver, especially around the full moon, but he was annoyingly silent, ignoring her question in favor of licking and sucking on her neck.
She could feel the bulge of his erection pressing against her ass, and she rubbed against him under the guise of trying to escape, smiling at his answering groan, his hips jerking as his hands tightened on her body.
She repeated her question again, her voice breathy from arousal, and he moved to press his lips against her ear, the roughness of his stubble brushing against her cheek as he spoke in a low voice in a language she didn't understand. The sound of it combined with the harsh syllables of his words made her pussy clench as he squeezed her, nipping her ear once he'd finished talking.
The idea of not being able to understand what he was saying was incredibly hot, especially when he spoke in that low growl, his voice full of lust. She wondered what he was saying, what he was describing to her in the other language, and she rubbed her thighs together to try to find friction as a hundred different possibilities flitted through her mind.
He dragged her back to the wall, pressing her against it, and she wasn't sure she could continue to pretend to resist when he was looking at her like she was everything, like he needed her. Her core was throbbing with need, nipples sensitive against the cloth of her dress, and she knew that she must be looking at him the same way, her lips slightly parted, eyes dark with arousal.
He growled something that she didn't understand, that made her insides ache for him, and he buried his hand in her hair as he tugged her head back, the tip of his nose barely brushing hers, her hands landing on his chest to steady herself.
She could feel the hard muscles of his chest, could feel his rapid heartbeat thump under her palm as he licked his lips, and she shivered as she followed the movement of his tongue with her eyes.
She moaned as he ground the bulge of his erection against her inner thigh, so close to where she needed the friction but not quite there, and his other hand landed on the small of her back to hold her steady. She let out a strangled moan as he pinned her against the wall with his hips completely, bending to press his lips to hers in a rough, passionate kiss. She opened her mouth for his tongue to explore, and her fingers curled into his tunic for balance, his hand roughly pulling her hair as the other harshly squeezed her waist, fingernails biting into her, sending jolts of pleasurable pain to the apex of her thighs.
He pulled away to look at her, smirking at her flushed face and puffy lips before bending to nuzzle her temple. She whined as he bit her ear harshly, his hips grinding against her thigh.
"Caroline," he said quietly, the 'r' of her name rolling off of his tongue in a seductive purr, the 'n' a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth that made her shiver, and she slid her hands up his torso to his shoulders before tangling her fingers in his curls, pulling his mouth back down to hers. She pressed her entire body against him, crushing her breasts against his chest, her hands roving his back until her fingernails dug into his flesh, needing to pull herself as close to him as possible.
He seemed to understand, backing her more fully against the wall so that she was crushed tightly between it and his body, his hands moving down to cup her ass, squeezing it as he rubbed against her, whispering to her with those indecipherable words, his tone low and guttural as his hands explored her thighs and ass, his hips rolling against her for friction.
She let her nails rake down his back before gripping the cloth of his tunic, tugging it up, and she felt him laugh against the skin of her throat, low and husky, before he pulled back to take it off, his eyes locked hers as he smirked, clearly smug that she was admitting to wanting him.
Her fingers traced the bird tattoo that stretched from his neck to his shoulder before she moved to run her tongue along it, and he groaned, muttering what she suspected was an expletive considering his tone, before she sunk her blunt teeth into his shoulder, her hands moving to his chest.
She felt his hand brush up her spine before his fingers hooked into the cloth at the back of her collar, and in a quick movement he tore her dress down the back, moving away from her so that he could pull it off, letting it fall to the floor. He pressed her against the wall again, her bare breasts rubbing against his chest, making them both groan, and he murmured under his breath between kisses, making her core clench.
Klaus pulled back to look at her with dark, wanting eyes, and his next words were clearly an order. She frowned, not knowing what he wanted, and he repeated it, his voice hard and unforgiving.
"I don't know what you're saying," she gasped out as his hand began to press between her thighs, and she spread her legs for him to let him run a finger across her wet slit, her knees buckling.
He squeezed her ass and pushed her to the floor, settling on top of her. His eyes were fixed on her face as he rubbed her clit slowly with one finger, watching her reactions as he teased her. She rolled her hips, trying desperately to get more friction, but he took his hand away, pushing his pants down to free his erection and balancing himself over her on one hand as he stroked himself a few times before pressing against her entrance, sheathing himself inside of her in one smooth movement.
Both of them stilled for a moment, enjoying the sensation, and Caroline moaned softly as Klaus bent to run his blunt teeth along her shoulder, the scrape against her skin making her clench around him, her hands curling into his hair in an attempt to hold him there.
He said something again, the sharp tone to his voice making her slide her hands down to his shoulders and wrap her legs around his waist almost automatically, and when he grinned, she knew that it wasn't actually what he said. He grabbed her hands from his shoulders and pressed them to the floor on either side of her head, snapping something that she assumed was 'don't move them', the tone of his voice making a small whimper escape her as she rolled her hips against him.
She knew that part of the fun was that they couldn't understand each other, and she had to restrain herself from asking him to fucking move already, but she hoped he understood from the way she was desperately trying to rub against him, how her lips were slightly parted, her breathing ragged.
Klaus's mouth was twisted into a smirk, and it was clear that he was enjoying how desperate she was for him, how much she wanted him, and she stared at him imploringly as he held her wrists together with one hand as the other kept her hip in place easily, his strength translating in the fantasy.
He growled something that made her pussy throb around him, whimpering, and he finally took pity on her, beginning to move. She couldn't restrain a throaty moan, her eyes closing, and her back arched as she tried to meet each of his thrusts with her own, his hand still on her hip to keep her from moving.
She gasped his name, hoping it would encourage him, and she heard him groan softly before the world shifted, and she found herself on their bed with him looming over her, his erection throbbing against her thigh.
She felt hot and desperate. Her arousal had nearly soaked through her cotton shorts, and she heard him growl her name before the sound of ripping fabric filled the air. He got onto his knees, his hands looping around her legs to lift them up as he filled her, trying to get as deep as possible, his hips snapping to fuck her hard and fast, and she gripped the sheets, gasping his name as he hit her g-spot with every thrust.
Years of practice meant that he knew exactly how to touch her to make her come apart, and she gasped out a moan when he spoke again, his voice rough with arousal, and she came hard around him, swearing under her breath as he fucked her through her high. He came just after she'd finished, and she whined out his name as he filled her, her oversensitive skin clenching around him. She was breathing raggedly when he slumped on top of her, his mouth finding hers in a greedy, rough kiss.
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