Omg I am so sorry, guys! I thought I had posted more recently! Whoops! In penance I will post a bunch of new drabbles over the next few days for ya ;)

This is one of the drabbles I wrote for the wonderful Monika, aka realynn8 on tumblr, for her birthday :)

Prompt: Klaus is a professor, Caroline is his student. They do smutty things.

Rated M

"Miss Forbes, how can I help you today?"

Caroline bit her lip in anticipation as she entered the office, shutting the door behind her and leaning back on it for a moment as she surveyed the room. The walls were covered in book cases, dark wood paneling making the room look dim despite the afternoon light that poured in through the large windows behind the desk. Speaking of which, seated behind the large piece of furniture sat Professor Mikaelson, apparently grading some papers.

She licked her lips as she observed him for a moment, taking in his pristine white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up and dark blue tie slightly askew, as if he had been working hard all day. His wire rimmed glasses were low on his nose, his piercing blue eyes peering at her over the rim as he gave her a questioning look at her continued silence, raising a brow.

Pushing off of the door, she walked over to his desk, hips swaying more than strictly necessary. Caroline paused in front of his desk, giving him a seductive smirk before she sat primly in one of the chairs facing him, her short skirt riding dangerously high along her thighs as she crossed her legs.

"I came to see you about my paper, Professor," she said, her voice silky as she held his gaze. "Unless you're too busy?" she asked, bottom lip pouting out slightly.

Klaus Mikaelson set down his pen and leaned back in his chair, sinking into the brown leather as he regarded his student carefully. He had noticed her furtive glances at him during lectures, always sitting in the center seat, watching him intently, and not because of what he had to say about Art History, he was sure.

"Not at all," he finally answered, threading his fingers together across his lap as he leaned his elbows on the chair's armrests. Klaus watched her eyes follow his movements, drawing a small smirk to his lips. "How can I help you Miss Forbes?"

"Caroline, please," she smiled, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs, pulling his eyes to her long, smooth legs, red skirt inching even higher with the movement.

Klaus swallowed thickly, trying not to focus on the flash of lacy black he had seen between her legs when she had shifted, knowing it had been on purpose when she smirked slyly at him.

"Alright, Caroline," he said, the way her name rolled off his tongue sending a shiver down her spine. "What would you like to discuss?"

"Well," Caroline began, drawing out the word. "I'm not sure I understand my grade."

The professor furrowed his brows for a moment, unsure what her complaint was. "As I recall, you received an A-. You did quite well," he said, shuffling some papers around until he found his grade book. Yes, he was correct, A-. Not a grade students would usually be upset about.

"Yes, but I was hoping for an A," she pouted, leaning forward in her chair. "I worked so very hard on that paper," she continued, her chest pushing forward, low cut shirt doing little to contain her curves.

Klaus licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry as he caught sight of the apparently matching black lacy bra that was peeking out the top of her blouse. "Yes, well, I don't doubt that you did, but all grades are final in my class."

"Really?" the blonde asked, sounding disappointed. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" Caroline pushed herself up from the chair, placing her hands on the edge of his desk as she leaned over towards him. "Maybe some extra credit?"

His eyes darted to her chest, a clear view down her shirt visible in her current position. "What did you have in mind, Caroline?"

Her smirk grew when he said her name, eyes fixed on her breasts. "Well, Professor, I was thinking maybe I could help you with some work around the office," she suggested sultrily as she leaned back from the desk, disappointing him for a moment before she began to slowly walk around it.

Klaus watched her intently as she came to stand next to his chair, close enough to touch her if he wished. His heart sped up at the thought.

"For instance," she began, running a finger along the papers strewn across his desk, "I could help you clean off your desk."

His eyebrows raised as she suddenly swept her arm across the surface, sending his papers flying to the floor. Normally he would not be pleased with such a mess, but the way she immediately hopped up on his desk, taking the place of his papers, and looking at him with hooded eyes made him reconsider.

"There. Much better," she purred, kicking off her heels before placing a foot on each of his knees, slowly running her feet up his thighs.

Klaus remained still, hands once more clasped together, albeit a bit tighter than before, watching her feet wander ever higher. Eventually she reached his hips, moving a foot painstakingly slowly over towards the center of his pants, finding his already hardening length. He couldn't suppress the moan that escaped him as she continued to run her foot up and down him, making him break his grip and grasp at the armrests.

"Mmm, is there something else I can help you with Professor Mikaelson?" she crooned, the glint in her eyes betraying her innocent tone.

"I think so, sweetheart," he managed to say, his voice heavy with lust. "Why don't you see what you can do with this," Klaus said, unbuckling his belt and opening the fly on his pants.

Caroline watched intently as his cock sprang free, not wasting a second before she was down on her knees between his legs, her hands sliding sensually up his thighs towards her goal. "Like… this?" she questioned, taking him firmly in one hand, slowly pumping him up and down, beginning a steady rhythm.

Klaus murmured his approval, hips beginning to thrust up into her grip, urging her on.

"How about… this?" Caroline asked, giving him a wicked grin before bending her head forward and running her tongue along his length, drawing a moan from her teacher.

Encouraged, she continued, drawing patterns across his heated skin with her tongue until she felt his hands tangle in her hair, trying to end her teasing. She smirked, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted, and finally ended his torture, taking him into her mouth. Caroline moved her head up and down, allowing Klaus to control the pace, his hands in her hair and hip thrusts telling her how he wanted her to move.

When his pace became more frantic, she swallowed around him, opening her throat so he could thrust deeper. Klaus apparently appreciated the move, groaning loudly as he deepened his thrusts. Caroline began humming against his cock, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through him, drawing him ever closer to his peak.

Klaus continued to fuck her mouth, hips beginning to thrust uncontrollably as he reached the edge. "Caroline," he cried out, warning her of what was about to happen. The blonde merely moved a hand down to cup his balls, rolling them in her hand as Klaus gave one final thrust into her mouth, coming down her throat with a strangled groan.

Caroline continued to run her tongue along his length until he finally pulled back, his cock leaving her mouth with an audible 'pop' as he leaned back in his chair, panting.

"Do I get the extra credit?" she asked teasingly as she returned to her position on top of the desk.

"Hmm, how about we go for the A+, love?" he suggested, his eyes dark with renewed lust as he looked at her seated on his desk, legs spread and chest heaving from their previous activity.

She quirked a brow but a smirk slowly spread across her lips and she reached down to pull her shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere behind her. Klaus raked his eyes over her exposed torso, licking his lips as he took in the see-through bra and flat abdomen. It was certainly an offer he couldn't refuse.

Leaning forward in his chair, he slowly moved his hands up her legs, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin until he reached her panties. Running his fingers along the lacy fabric teasingly, he enjoyed the way her breath hitched at his touch; almost as much as he enjoyed how wet the material already was. Moving away from her center, much to her displeasure, Klaus found the waistband of the underwear, pulling them down and off her legs. After observing the flimsy article in his hands he dropped them to the floor and sat back in his chair, looking at Caroline expectantly.

When she made no move he spread his hands wide. "Well? That extra grade is going to require some effort, Caroline," he said, looking down at his lap pointedly.

Caroline followed his gaze, unsurprised to find him hard again, cock standing at attention, just waiting for her. She eagerly hopped down from the desk and made to remove her skirt, but his voice stopped her.

"Leave it on."

Feeling a rush of heat flow through her, Caroline did as he asked, instead moving forward to straddle him in the chair. She slowly sank down onto his lap, swirling her hips and gyrating her cunt along his shaft, drawing a moan from Klaus. He gripped her hips tightly, attempting to cease her seemingly endless teasing. Chuckling, she acquiesced, shifting her hips forward until the head of his cock met her entrance. Ever so slowly she sank down on him, dual moans filling the room as he filled her.

With his encouragement, Caroline began to move, riding him at a slow pace at first, twisting her hips in ways that made him groan. Klaus' hands drifted up from her hips, finding her still covered breasts and palming them in his hands. He teased her nipples through the thin fabric, gaining a moan from the blonde, causing her to pick up her pace. When he was satisfied with the taut buds, he moved to unclasp the bra, dropping it to the ground with the rest of her clothes. His fingers quickly found their way back to her breasts once the last barrier was removed, kneading the flesh as his mouth found her neck.

Meanwhile, Caroline's hands had begun their own exploration. She had managed to unbutton his shirt, her hands dipping inside to caress his chest, moving up and down his abdomen as she sought to touch more of him. She pushed his shirt down his shoulders, the item falling to the floor as he dropped her bra, their hands quickly returning to the other's body. She left his tie on, however, as she enjoyed gripping it as she rode him.

Their pace increased, Caroline's hips gyrating as she pushed herself up and down along his shaft, squeezing her inner muscles around him periodically. She could tell she was driving him mad when he finally crashed his lips into hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in a mimicry of his cock into her pussy. The kiss was rough and hard and it was exactly what they both wanted.

Caroline's breathing increased, the familiar tightening deep in her stomach beginning. As if he could sense it, Klaus moved a hand down under her skirt and between her legs, expertly finding her clit and giving it rough swipes with his thumb. It didn't take long before he pushed her over the edge, her orgasm ripping a cry of pleasure from her, her tightening walls pulling him after her, a deep groan signaling his release.

They both sat there for a few minutes, catching their breaths. Caroline caught his eyes, pulling him closer to her by his tie. "Did I earn my grade yet, professor?" she breathed huskily against his lips.

Before Klaus could say anything, the door to his office burst open.

"Niklaus, are you in he- Oh for Heaven's sake!"

Caroline ducked down against Klaus' chest, wishing she could curl up into a ball and hide.

"In the middle of the day? Really, Niklaus?" Elijah chastised, frowning at his brother as he shook his head in disappointment.

Klaus only glared at his brother, arms around Caroline's back in a futile attempt to cover her.

"At least Kol isn't home this time, I'm sure you'd never hear the end of it," Elijah continued as if his brother and his wife weren't practically naked in front of him. "Dinner is at 6, do not be late," he said before turning to leave. "Oh, and Niklaus, perhaps you could confine these fantasies to your bedroom from now on?"

Caroline started laughing before the door clicked shut, leaving them alone once again.

Klaus glared down at the blonde leaning against his chest. "I don't see what's so funny, love. This is the fifth time we've been walked in on this month," he said, his voice tinged with frustration.

Caroline shook her head at him as she tried to reign in her laughter. "Sorry, but hearing your uptight brother talk about fantasies is just hilarious," she giggled, ignoring his eye roll. "Although, the way Katherine tells it-"

"Please do not finish that sentence, Caroline, I beg you," Klaus pleaded, head falling back against the chair in exasperation.

"Alright, alright," she laughed, standing up to retrieve her clothes, drawing a moan from Klaus at her absence. "Come on, Professor, we have to get showered before dinner," she teased, giving him a wink that implied the showering wouldn't be as much of a chore as he had thought.

Klaus quickly chased after her, laughter echoing through the halls as they raced upstairs.

Elijah merely rolled his eyes before returning to his newspaper.