A/N: Two drastically different smutty one-shots...
1. Part 2 to "In Need of a Shirt". Probably the most vanilla thing I've ever written.
2. Smut prompt "you look incredible like that" Warnings/Contains: Dirty talk, Mate AU, Possessive!Klaus, anal sex.
Enjoy!
-Angie

Klaus keeps ruining all Caroline's clothes when he rips them off her. She punishes him by making him go on an epic shopping trip with her. He retaliates (which inevitably ends in smut) :)
Sequel to "In Need of a Shirt" from last chapter.

"This isn't fair, Caroline."

"What's not fair?" she asked absently, turning to inspect the way the tight dress hugged her ass in the mirror.

She had a very good idea of what he thought wasn't fair, but mostly just wanted to hear him say it. After he looked at her like she was his next meal that morning when she walked into his studio in just his t-shirt (the laundry people took her goddamn underwear, too, and she was almost sure that he knew it), he had offered to take her shopping.

Clearly what he'd meant was that he'd take her to pick up everything his hybrid had put on hold, and maybe one or two more things, but Caroline did not appreciate having her entire wardrobe selected without at least looking around a bit first.

And, of course, "looking around a bit" turned to a full-blown shopping expedition, more because she knew that Klaus had the nasty habit of ripping apart everything she owned when they had sex (she wasn't stupid enough to think that she'd last more than a week without having sex with him again).

They had been there for at least an hour, and it was clear that Klaus was under the impression that the trip had a set expiration date when the mall closed.

Caroline knew better. She saw movies and read the occasional YA fiction novel about Hollywood. She knew that if you were important enough, they'd hold the mall open just for you. Plus, she was fairly sure that the boutique they were in (which carried racks upon racks of designer dresses) had Rebekah Owns This Place written all over it. She had endless shopping stamina, and she was totally willing to use it.

She had asked Klaus to have Donna buy her a pair of jeans, underwear, and a bra (and ended up a bit reluctantly impressed with how well they fit, though obviously when you're given the exact measurements of the person you're buying for, it couldn't be that hard).

"I have to sit here on the boyfriend couch and carry your shopping bags. This is why we have hybrids."

She laughed "'Boyfriend couch'? You're certainly hip with the kids nowadays."

He glared at her, but she continued, completely unconcerned that she was mouthing off to what might be the most dangerous person in the world. "You're right, though. That's why we have hybrids. Oh, and what are you, again?"

He glared at her, though she'd seen the brief look of satisfaction that crossed his face when she'd referred to them as a 'we'.

"That's right, a hybrid," she said cheerfully, before turning around. "How does this look?"

He shrugged. "Shiny and tight. Can we leave?'

She frowned. "No."

He huffed, his shoulders slumping.

She left to change again and came back out in a blue bandage dress, running her hands down the fabric and turning around again.

"Does this make me look fat?"

"There is no right answer to that question," Klaus said immediately.

She glared at him, and he sighed. "No."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You're not just saying that because you want to leave?"

"No, love, you look lovely in it."

She smiled. "Great! I just need a few more."

"A few?"

She nodded. "And then I need to get some jeans, blouses, and a few other things. We should probably stop by a jewelry store, too."

"Can't I meet you in the food court? Or something?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"I need your opinion."

"No you don't."

She turned to glare at him, her hands on her hips. "You actually have good taste when you're not sitting there pouting. If you want this to speed up, go pick out some dresses for me and I'll try them on."

He gave her a long-suffering sigh, standing up and turning, before a wicked smile stretched across his face. "You'll try on whatever I bring you?"

Okay, so maybe she'd last two hours without having sex with him. Maximum.

"Yes, as long as it doesn't show the good china off to the security guards."

She heard him choke on a laugh, but ignored him, pasting a snooty look on her face and lifting her hair. "Unzip me."

She heard an audible gulp from behind her as he pulled the zipper down, making her smirk.

"Go pick out dresses. It'll probably get done faster."

He sped off, making her smirk as she hung the blue dress on the "Definitely yes" rack of her dressing room and changed again. She was just doing her first once over when Klaus returned with what must have been about 12 dresses draped over his arm. He hung them up on the metal rack next to the dressing room door and smiled slightly as she frowned at them. Not a single one even bordered on trashy. In fact, some of them were quite modest, and she liked the style of all of them. She realized that he'd truly tried to pick out things she'd like, which she appreciated (though she wasn't sure whether he'd done it to make them leave earlier or he truly wanted to show he'd put thought into his choices.

She bit her lip as she flipped through them before picking out a pretty gold dress that she'd picked up earlier and retreating into the dressing room.

She slipped it on, managing to pull most of the zip up herself, before returning outside to show Klaus. His eyes raked over her form, lust evident in them, but he shook his head. "That washes you out, love."

She raised an eyebrow and turned to the mirror, almost wanting to disagree just to be contrary, but he was right. She sighed in disgust and grabbed four dresses at once by their hangers, going back into the dressing room and shedding the Valentino dress to peruse her new choices. She hung them up one by one before her eyes lit up.

One of them was a gorgeous white crocheted mini-dress. She pulled it on, smoothing down the knitted fabric that clung to her like a second skin, the crocheted spaces managing to hint at everything while revealing almost nothing. She paused before leaving to take a quick glance in the regular mirror and smirked at her reflection.

"Caroline?" she heard Klaus ask from outside.

Realizing that he probably was wondering what was taking her so long, she grabbed the nude heels she'd bought earlier and slipped them on, unlocking the dressing room door and walking out, fluffing her hair as she walked in front of the mirror, and twisting around slightly, thrusting her chest and ass out to get a good look at them in the mirror.

"See something you like?" she asked, letting the impish grin spread across her face.

"I like every part of you, Caroline," he said quietly.

His eyes were dark and stormy, slowly raking over her figure, and she felt a rush of heat in her center. Her throat was dry, and all she could manage was throaty, "Do you?"

She should have known that she wouldn't be able to seduce him without him turning the tables. She had come to him the day before a sobbing mess, betrayed by all of her friends, and rationalizing that she couldn't go anywhere else.

But the fact was, that she could have gone somewhere else. But she needed him. She needed his warmth, his support, his all-consuming love that he gave her.

A love that consumed her.

A love that she knew she returned.

She was young and she was naive and she knew it. He was older and probably wiser and jaded and there were so many reasons why this thing they had was so fucking flawed, but it felt so natural and right.

All she could think of was how he felt inside her in the woods, a fitted perfect puzzle piece that she'd lost under the bed ages ago and just now found when she was cleaning out her life. Trashing some things, marking a few possessions for donations, moving out for a new beginning with him.

She came because she wanted to see if this thing they had was worth it, and she inherently knew that it was. She knew that she needed him in her life, and she wasn't sure how, but turning up at his door when she could have run off by herself just felt like the right choice.

And the good lord knows that she needed to make her own choice for her for once in her entire fucking life, and if she could only make one choice in her life, she knew that this was it.

That was the best part of Klaus, really. He wanted her to make her own choices. He wanted her to be independent and strong-minded and he loved her that way.

He never shamed her for who she was, like her friends had. He supported her. He made her see that she should love herself. And she knew that if she did end up leaving him, if, by some unthinkable reason, it ended up not working out, she'd still love herself.

She didn't feel the need to work for his approval, and that was the biggest compliment of all.

Licking her dry lips, she took a hesitant step towards him, their eyes locked together.

"Yes. I do," He said, his voice hoarse and intense, and she felt another stab of arousal run straight to her core.

She ached for him.

"Does this look–"

"Radiant," he said quietly. "You look radiant. But you look wonderful in anything, love."

"Damn right I do," she said, laughing slightly, feeling the need to break the moment, to make the ache between her legs leave her because she wasn't ready for this. "You need a new line, though."

His lips quirked. "But it's apt no matter the circumstances. You looked radiant in the prom dress that you chose; it made you glow. You look radiant in dresses that are tight, that cling to your beautiful body, in the ones that cut off right below your tight little arse that make your legs look like they go on for miles, in the ones that tempt everyone around you with glimpses of your skin, and in the dresses that don't show a single millimeter of it.

"You look radiant with your shirt torn down the middle, and when every inch of you is bared to me. You look radiant when you ride me, when you're pressed between my body and the surface I'm making love to you on, when you're on your knees in front of me, when you're looming over me, when you're not even touching me…

"You look radiant when I dream of you, when I imagine you at night screaming my name. You looked radiant the moment I first saw you in passing, and you looked radiant even when you were close to death from a werewolf bite."

She felt her face heat at his words. "I…" she trailed off, a lump forming in her throat.

He stepped towards her, and she him, and they just stared at each other for a moment before her lips were on his, her hands wound into his shirt while his fingers hooked into the crocheted loops of her dress. She could feel him hard through his jeans against her thigh, and she moaned as his hand snuck under her dress to slip between her thighs, running the tip of his finger through her naked slit before pushing it into her.

She was happy that he'd compelled the store to close the whole dressing room area while they were there, because she wasn't sure she liked the idea of someone walking in on them. She moaned, gripping his shirt more tightly in her fists and resting her head against his shoulder as he fingered her, practically riding his fingers as they thrusted into her, his thumb rubbing her clit.

He brought her over the edge remarkably quickly, and she clenched around him, gasping out his name in desperate pants.

He pulled his fingers out, keeping eye contact with her as he sucked them clean, making her moan, aching to be full again. She turned around, pulling up her hair. "Unzip me."

He tugged the zipper down slowly, dropping light kisses down her spine as he did so until he was kneeling behind her. She shrugged the dress off, letting it pool at her feet, and squeaked when he pulled her down to the floor and loomed over her, balancing on his elbows.

He kissed her, his lips moving perfectly against hers, soft and firm and sharp, his blunt teeth pulling her lower lip before soothing the sting with his tongue, his hands brushing over her skin, lighting a fire wherever they moved.

She tore his Henley off, making him grin as she threw the ripped fabric across the room, his jeans and boxers meeting the same fate moments later.

"What am I supposed to wear home, love?" he asked, groaning as she attacked his neck with her lips and teeth.

"Not my problem," she mumbled against his skin, her hand reaching down to find his hard length, taking it in her hand and stroking it firmly, making him swear and thrust into her palm. "I could pick you out some clothes, though."

"If you'd like," he allowed, recovering enough from her onslaught of kisses, nips, and squeezes of his cock to separate her thighs with his palms. "You're so beautiful, Caroline."

She hooked her knees around his waist. She needed him now; she needed his cock buried inside her and for him to whisper in her ear, his hands painting her body with his fingertips...Fuck being ready, even if she'd thought she wasn't, she wanted nothing more at that moment than him.

And she had a feeling she'd been lying to herself, anyway.

"Make love to me, Klaus," she whispered, her eyelashes fluttering as he dropped hot open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

He stiffened, but recovered almost immediately, his lips moving to nibble on her ear. "Are you sure, Caroline?"

She nodded. "I've never been more sure."

"Low bar," he muttered.

She started giggling, almost unable to stop because what he'd said was so fucking true. She excelled in everything except letting herself be happy. And he made her happy.

When her laughing had slowed down, she made eye contact with him, threading her fingers through his hair.

"I could never be more sure," she amended her words quietly.

He smiled, all dimples and teeth, and he entered her slowly, making her moan, her legs wrapping around his waist as he dropped kisses on her neck, tenderly dragging his fingers along her creamy skin as he moved in her, and she had been whole before, complete as just herself, but now she was full. Of him.

She came around him twice, screaming his name louder with each breath, before he finally spilled into her, groaning her name in a hoarse whisper, his breathing harsh.

He dropped kisses on her skin, salty from the sheen of sweat that covered it from the intensity of their love-making.

"I think this might be my new favorite look on you," he said quietly, nuzzling her ear.

"What is?"

"Exhausted and satiated, with your skin glowing and my come running down the insides of your thighs while you smile at me."

"What was your previous favorite?" she teased, a small smile on her face.

He smiled more widely. "The night of the ball, when you danced with me. You looked like a queen."

She rolled her eyes, and he rolled off of her to turn on his side to face her, cupping her cheek. It was almost out of character for him, but she'd come to realize that he was different around her. More open.

"Don't roll your eyes at my honesty, Sweetheart. You are every inch a queen."

"Even when I'm well-fucked and sweaty, naked on a dressing room floor?" she asked, trying not to giggle.

"Well-loved," he corrected gently.

Smut prompt: "you look incredible like that." Warnings/Contains: Dirty talk, Mate AU, Possessive!Klaus, anal sex.

Her lips were soft and pliant, and yet she kissed him roughly and possessively, her fingers winding into his shirt as she pushed them against the wall, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and rubbing herself wantonly against him.

There was something sinfully addictive about her kisses, about her, and he tore her strapless dress down the middle, cupping her bare breasts in his hands, brushing his thumbs over her nipples, making her moan.

He dropped kisses down her neck, leaving rough bites on her jaw that would surely have left marks had she been human, and she moaned encouragingly, tilting her head to the side, her breath coming out in harsh pants as she wriggled in his arms.

Her skin was sweet and soft, and he'd been waiting for this-for her-for what felt like centuries, though it had been barely a few years since he'd claimed her in the woods, and he needed her. He let his hand stroke over her arse, squeezing it lightly, making her moan, and hooked a finger around her thong, tearing it off with just a tug, letting it drop to the floor, and pushing two fingers into her dripping center, smirking slightly as she rolled her hips against his fingers, his shirt clutched tightly in her fists for balance.

He continued to fingerfuck her, running his blunt teeth along her pulse point, her knees buckling as she fought to stand up straight, and he cupped her arse with his other hand to help support her as she came, her face buried in his neck to muffle her screams. He kept up the speed of his fingers. "Keep riding my fingers love. You loved coming all over my hand, didn't you? You love that I can make you desperate for me without even fucking you. How long have you been fantasizing about my cock in you?"

Her fingernails scratched into his back. "Since the ball."

He felt his lips curl into a smirk. That long? "Really?"

She nodded frantically as his fingers picked up speed inside her.

"Tell me," he ordered. "What do you think about when you're touching yourself in the dark, Caroline? What do imagine me doing to you when you come? Tell me."

"I imagine you taking me against a wall, slamming into me hard until I come all over your cock. I want you to tie me to your bed and lick my pussy so I can taste myself on tongue when you kiss me. I want you to pull my hair while you fuck my mouth with your cock and make me swallow all of your come."

He groaned at the words that she'd breathed into his neck through her moans.

"Recently though," she continued breathlessly, "I've had fantasies of you making me submit. I want you to tell me I'm yours while you press my face into the sheets of our bed and fuck me in the ass. I want you to make me scream your name while your balls smack against my skin while you're taking me."

Christ.

If he hadn't been hard before, he certainly was now. "Hands and knees on the bed," he practically growled.

He hoped that she knew exactly what she was doing, because he'd never let her go, now. She was his, she'd submitted, she was practically begging to be taken, and jesus fucking christ would he take her.

He could practically feel the wolf in him fighting for him to take her right there.

Take his mate.

Practically before he could blink she was on the bed, palms flat on the comforter, legs spread wide, head hanging down between her shoulders, her pussy absolutely dripping for him. She wriggled her arse slightly and he knew that he was this fucking close to losing it, almost unable to form coherent thought.

Mate begging to be claimed. Now.

He took a deep breath. Lube. He needed lube. He didn't want to hurt her.

"Klaus…" she whined, rolling her hips lightly.

Take her.

He swore, and he could almost see her smirk in his minds eye, and was naked and on the bed in an instant, positioning himself at her wet entrance. "I'm going to fuck your pussy first, love. I want you to come around my cock before I take you."

She moaned as he pushed himself in, setting a rushed and demanding pace, making the headboard knock against the wall repeatedly. She gripped the sheets in her fists, pushing back against him, and he reached down to rub her clit, burying his fingers in her hair to tug it, remembering her earlier words. She came quickly, coating his cock with her juices as she screamed his name, and he fucked her more slowly while carefully pushing his still-wet finger into her other entrance, grinning when she contracted around his cock and swore loudly. He moved it slowly, adding another to stretch her, still fucking her pussy.

"Klaus, please," she gasped out as he moved his cock away, still stretching her with his fingers.

"Do you want me to fuck your pretty little arse with my cock, Caroline?"

She moaned and nodded.

"Are you going to submit to me? Are you going to beg for more while I take you? Are you going to enjoy being claimed by me?"

"Yes," she hissed, pressing her arse back against his fingers, and receiving a sharp slap on the arse in retribution, making her moan.

"Hold still," he demanded, pulling away his fingers. "I want your face in the sheets with your arse in the air, Caroline. I want you to submit to me fully."

He smirked to himself as her fists wound in the sheets when she bent down, pressing her face against the mattress, her arse wriggling invitingly in the air. He gripped her hips in his hands, knowing that if she'd been human there would bruises from his fingertips the next day.

She appeared to enjoy his grip though, if the muffled moans she was emitting were any indication. He pushed himself in carefully, groaning slightly as she expanded to accommodate him, and didn't stop until he was deep within her. "Mine," he muttered as he pulled out slightly to slam back into her again, his balls smacking sharply against her sensitive skin, making her moan into the sheets. "I love seeing you face down with your arse in the air, all for me to take. You look incredible like that, bent down in your submission to me. You knew this was what you wanted when you came here, didn't you? You wanted me to claim you. You wanted me to fuck you in your tight arse and show you who you belong to. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Klaus," Caroline said, hissing her answer into the comforter through her moans.

"You came here practically begging for me to take you. You wanted to be on your hands and knees and let me dominate you. You wanted me to show you who owns you."

She was practically screaming his name, the mattress the only thing stopping her shouts from carrying.

"But you took so long to come here, didn't you? Why?"

"I don't know," she gasped out.

He'd never been more thankful for supernatural hearing. He slapped her arse with his palm. Hard. She moaned, her juices dripping onto the blankets below.

"You know exactly why. Don't lie to me."

"I was ashamed," she gasped out.

"Ashamed of me?" he asked, landing another harsh slap on her ass. She squeaked.

"No," she rushed to assure him. "Ashamed of what I wanted."

"And what did you want?"

"To submit."

"That's right. You wanted to submit to me. You wanted to thrust your arse into the air and let me take you, my wanton little bitch; my mate."

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"I've wanted this since I met you. I've wanted you to take me, to make me yours."

He rubbed her clit rhythmically while his other hand stroked her hip and arse.

"Who do you belong to?" he growled, fucking her harder, his balls slapping against her skin while she screamed his name into the sheets.

"Yes, you do belong to me. Every beautiful, tempting inch of you belongs to me. You've submitted to me completely, haven't you."

It wasn't a question, and they both knew it.

"I'm yours," she panted.

"You're my what?" he prompted.

"Your mate."

"Obviously," he said, scoffing, though he couldn't ignore the satisfaction that came from hearing her say it. "What are you now? When you're in my bed while I'm fucking you?"

"Your bitch."

"And do you like that?"

"Yes."

"Good girl," he muttered as he pounded into her. "Such a good little bitch. Mine."

He could feel her starting to clench around him, and she came moments later, panting out his name between spitting out filthy words and begging him not to stop-to never stop.

He came inside her moments later, gripping her ass and pulling her hard onto his cock, groaning.

She was in his arms in an instant as he pulled her onto the bed, cradling her to him. "Mine," he muttered as he bit her ear.

She nodded into his chest, rubbing her thighs together. "Yours."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed that? XD
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-Angie