A/N: Hey all :) This is basically Aced It (the last drabble in the three-part version of this fic), but there are some small changes. If you've already read it, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
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-Angie
After making sure her graduation robe was hanging neatly in her closet, Caroline checked the note that he'd pressed into her hand after the ceremony for what felt like the hundredth time.
138 Alpine St. 6pm.
Your dress would look better with nothing under it.
Keep the heels.
She had been fidgeting around in her room since she'd gotten home from the ceremony waiting until it was time to leave. She grabbed her purse and headed to her car, starting it and driving to the address she'd been given, having looked up the directions before she'd left.
She arrived in the nicest part of town and pulled up in front of what was practically a mansion. She parked and walked up to the door, ringing the bell.
The door opened after a few seconds, revealing Klaus in a henley and jeans-more casually dressed than she'd ever seen him-and he stood aside to let her in, shutting the door firmly behind her.
"This house is huge," she said without thinking, flushing slightly when he grinned.
"I know. I'd honestly prefer a smaller one, since I live alone, but I'd also rather not pay rent."
She gave him a questioning look, and he smiled slightly. "The house belongs to my family. Well, technically my brother Elijah, but I'm borrowing it."
"Oh," she said, not really knowing what to say and yet with her brain generating about a thousand questions a second. Now that she was out of school, did that mean he'd share more of his personal life with her? What were they, anyway? How on earth did his family come to own a mansion in Mystic Falls (which wasn't exactly a famous town)?
"Do you want some water?"
She gave him an incredulous look, and he shrugged. "What? I'm being polite."
"No, thank you, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Klaus," he said firmly. At her raised eyebrow he smirked and moved closer, his palms settling on her waist as he leaned over to breathe his next words into her ear. "I'm only Mr. Mikaelson when you're wet for my cock and want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight."
She shivered, and she could feel him smirk against her ear, taking her earlobe between his teeth. "Do you understand, Sweetheart?"
She suppressed a wicked smile. "Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
He made a sound somewhere in between frustration and amusement, his hands immediately diving under the skirt of her dress to grab the backs of her thighs. "You're out of school, but I will still punish you for being smart with me."
She laughed quietly. "Sorry, Mr. Mikaelson."
He pulled away. "Here, come sit down. We need to talk for a bit."
She frowned but followed him to a couch, sitting down next to him. "Do you wish to continue our arrangement?"
"Yes," she said immediately, not even having to think about it.
"Past the summer?"
She bit her lip. "I'm going to NYU…"
He smirked. "I do recall something about that, actually."
She rolled her eyes, pasting a wide-eyed innocent look on her face when he raised an eyebrow, making him grin. "Assume for the moment that location doesn't matter."
She shot him a confused look before nodding. "Then yes, I'd like to continue past the summer."
"Good. I'd like you to let me finish what I'm about to say before you talk."
She nodded.
"I have a house in New York which is fairly close to NYU. As you've probably guessed, it would be no consequence to me to drive or fly up most weekends to see you, at least monetarily. If you manage to convince your mother, I would even be willing to lend the house to you, with some conditions."
She sat silently waiting to see if there was anymore, and his lips quirked when he realized it. "I'm done now, love."
"You'd seriously drive the four hours to NYU to see me all the time?"
"As I said, I have some conditions, but yes."
She bit her lip. "Why would you go to all this trouble for me? And what are your conditions?"
He chuckled. "Because you're intelligent and beautiful, and I enjoy you."
She snorted and he gave her a chastising look, making her wince. "Sorry."
He ignored her apology and continued. "Before I say anything, I'd like you to promise me that you will be honest in this conversation and ask questions if you have them. I'd also like for you to understand that most of these conditions are somewhat negotiable, and that should you accept this, we can stop this aspect of our relationship at any time. However, I want you to be sure that you want this, at least initially."
"Yeah, I'll be honest. And what do you mean, 'this aspect'?" she asked, torn between hope and confusion.
"Well, we are in an exclusive relationship, are we not?"
"Yeah. I mean, yes we are, but what does that make me?"
"What would you like to be?" he asked before adding, "You told me that you would be honest, remember?"
"Girlfriend," she said firmly.
He nodded. "I expected as much."
"Is that a yes?" she asked, trying not to sound cheeky (her ass was still slightly sore from two days before when she was late).
"As the lady wishes," he said, grinning at her.
She smiled back. "So. What are your conditions, Mr. Mi—Klaus?"
"The first condition, which is non-negotiable, is that you will not let our relationship interfere with your studies."
She frowned. "Yeah, of course, but can you elaborate a bit more on this said arrangement?"
He laughed quietly. "Yes."
Five months later…
She let herself into the house after her last Friday class, hanging up the key on the coat rack and locking up behind her, and immediately stripped, folding the clothes neatly by the door.
Unless he specified otherwise, she wasn't allowed clothes in the house when he was coming to visit. Though he probably wouldn't be there until eight at the earliest-and that was if he left directly after the school day-she liked to be prepared just in case she lost track of time.
She pulled out her Anthropology textbook and a notepad and laid stomach-down on the couch, the book propped up on the armrest, swinging her legs in the air. She was so engrossed in taking notes that she squeaked in surprise when the book and notepad were pulled out of her hands, and she sat up to see Klaus looming over her. He sat down on the couch next to her and pulled her so that she was sitting in his lap, cuddled against his chest.
"How was your week, Sweetheart?'
"Fine. Yours?"
"Boring."
She hummed in agreement.
"How long have you been home?"
"Since about three."
"How long have you been waiting?"
Translation: How long have you been naked in the house waiting for me?
"Since about three, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Good girl," he praised, one hand stroking her ass, the other creeping in between her thighs to rub her clit.
She moaned, spreading her legs to let him run a finger through her wet folds. He obliged her for a few moments before pulling back. "Kneel."
She moved off his lap to kneel between his legs, licking her dry lips as he unzipped his slacks and pulled out his cock, stroking himself a few times while she looked up at him through her lashes.
"Do you want to suck my cock?"
"Yes, please, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Ask, then."
"May I please suck your cock, Mr. Mikaelson?"
"Hmm. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck my face. I want to feel you hitting the back of my throat as I suck you and make you come down my throat and swallow it all. Please let me?"
She felt her core ache. He liked it when she begged, though usually it didn't go on for long since he liked her mouth on him more.
"Ask very nicely and I might let you."
She bit her lip.
"May I please pleasure you with my mouth, Sir?"
She resisted the urge to smirk as his eyes darkened a bit more. "Palms flat on the floor and open your mouth."
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she said quickly, obediently planting herself on her hands and knees and parting her lips for his cock.
"I think I like 'Sir' better," he said quietly as he let her lips wrap around him, lacing his fingers in her hair. "Suck harder. More tongue."
She obliged, her breasts swaying slightly as her head bobbed on his cock, taking it further and further into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. "Good girl," he muttered, tugging her hair slightly, making her moan around him.
"Mouth off," he ordered, and she pulled her head back.
"Finish me with your hand. I want to see my come dripping over your nipples."
She shivered at his words, wrapping her hand around him and sitting up on her knees, watching him lean back into the couch cushions and buck into her hand as she stroked him. He groaned when he came, his come coating her breasts. "Good girl. I think you earned a reward, don't you?"
"If it pleases you, Sir."
He smirked slightly, apparently happy she'd listened, and patted his lap again. She straddled him, and he cupped her ass, pushing it up slightly so that his fingers could find their way to her pussy.
He dropped kisses and bites on her neck, using the fact that it didn't matter whether he left marks anymore to the fullest, and let her ride his fingers until her pussy clenched around them. He pulled out his fingers and she licked them clean without being asked, earning her a small smile.
He nipped her ear lightly. "Have you eaten?" he asked, quickly pulling back into an affectionate boyfriend-ish role.
"Not since five or so."
"All right. I haven't since lunch. I'll make something," he said, gently pushing her off of him.
"Thanks. I'm going to take a quick shower. I should be done by–"
"No. I want to see my come on you while we eat," he said calmly, making her face heat up. "Finish whatever homework you were doing. I don't intend for you to have anymore free time tonight."
"Ugh. You're such a teacher."
He rolled his eyes and gave her a playful swat on the ass. "Go on."
Two years later...
They laid on their bed, her with her nose buried in a textbook, him on his laptop, one arm slung over her shoulder as he wrote emails one-handed. After her last final she'd only have a year to go (as long as she took summer classes). She finished the chapter she'd been re-reading and closed the book, dropping it with a loud thunk on the floor and leaning back into him. He followed her example, closing his laptop and setting it on the side table before pulling her to straddle him on the bed.
He cupped her face and kissed her softly, and she sighed into his mouth. His hands moved down to rest on her hips. She began to kiss his neck and he pulled her head back slightly. "Roll onto your back, Sweetheart."
"Yes Si–"
He touched her lips with his finger. "Niklaus when I'm making love to you."
She blushed, but couldn't keep the smile off of her face and rolled off of him, letting him pull off his sweatpants and settle on top of her, his already hard erection pressing into her thigh.
"Niklaus," she breathed as he entered her, her body shuddering with his uncharacteristically slow movements.
The next morning, he spanked her for referring to him so casually when they woke, and she enjoyed every second of it.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Only the epilogue to go, now. Tell me your thoughts!
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-Angie