A/N: Hey, everyone :) Just so you know, if you want to request things it would be great if you could do it on tumblr. It's easier to keep track of that way. All of the smut prompts are now hosted at onyourkneescaroline. tumblr. com
Abridged summaries:
1) Sub!Klaus on a leash. Smut.
2) Kol uses terrible pick-up lines in order to bait Klaus into admitting his feelings for Caroline.
3) First time drabble set in the same universe as "Best Friend". Smut.
Klaus on a leash please XOXO
It was almost noon when he heard her come in. He'd been having a bit of a lie-in because of his late night, and he'd felt her leave a few hours earlier. He heard the click of her shoes on the hardwood floors as she made her way up the stairs, and looked up to see her when she entered. The second he saw her face, he knew he was in trouble.
She was glaring at him, her arms crossed over her chest, and she pointedly glanced at the floor and then back to him. "Down."
He felt himself hardening at her sharp order, and sunk to his knees immediately, keeping his eyes lowered. "Come."
He crawled to her, stopping when his knees ended up inches away from the toes of her boots. She reached down to trail a finger down his cheek. "Niklaus," she sighed disappointedly. "Why did you do it?"
"He threatened you."
"But I told you not to."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
She sighed and hooked a finger around one of the necklaces he wore, separating it from the others, fingering the small good disk on it. "What does this say?" she asked him in a deceptively mild tone.
"Property of Caroline Forbes," he said quietly, completely hard now, his cock leaking precum.
"Is that still true?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then why did you disobey me?"
He decided that the wisest course of action was to remain silent.
"Do you have nothing to say, Niklaus?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
She hummed derisively. "Stay," she said before walking to their bedside table and opening the drawer.
Shit.
"Since you clearly can't be trusted to follow directions on your own, I guess I'll have to keep a better eye on you."
With his eyes still lowered to the floor, he heard the soft swish of leather and the clinking of something metal before the drawer closed and she approached him again, her scent enveloping him as she ran her fingers over his collar necklace to find the small loop built into it.
"Please, Mistress, I'll be good," he said, even as he tipped his head to the side to let her more easily access the fastening.
"So you say now. Where was that a few hours ago? Why the sudden change of heart?"
He remained silent.
"Exactly. You just aren't fond of being leashed."
His erection was throbbing almost painfully, and he shifted slightly at the word, trying to get more comfortable, almost able to hear the smirk in her voice. "Or maybe you're a little too fond of it, and you're embarrassed."
She slipped the metal fastening of the leash through the loop and tugged slightly to make sure it wouldn't give. She grasped the loop at the end and tugged sharply, and he obediently crawled behind her as she walked down the hallway of their mansion towards the library, and he was incredibly thankful that the house was empty.
He was almost positive that she would have taken him out regardless of anyone else's presence.
She pushed open the door and walked toward the bookshelf on the other side of the room, tugging the leash lightly when he was too slow to follow her, making him crawl faster on her heels. She took a book and led him back to the couches, settling on one with her feet propped up on the coffee table, balancing the book on her knee.
"Heel." She snapped her fingers and gestured next to her, and his cock was painfully hard at being treated like this-like her pet-and he felt completely humiliated by the concept.
Humiliated and turned on beyond belief.
He approached her and knelt at her feet, and she tugged lightly on the leash again, inviting him to rest his head on her thigh, which he did. They sat there for awhile, him on his knees inhaling the scent of her, his cock throbbing and erect while she calmly read her book and stroked his hair. She parted her legs slightly and the smell of her arousal was more prominent.
"Come," she commanded, gesturing in front of her, and running her fingers through his hair again when he settled himself there, his cheek resting against her inner thigh. "Do you want to make up for your earlier behavior?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Beg."
"May I please make up for going against your orders earlier by pleasuring you with my mouth, Mistress?"
She gave him an unimpressed look.
"I know I've disappointed you, but may I please have the opportunity to make it up to you? I want to be good for you, Mistress," he elaborated obediently.
She smiled slightly. "You may."
His mouth was on her pussy as soon as she'd gotten the word out, his tongue running along her entrance before thrusting into her, slurping up her juices. She tugged a bit more harshly on the leash, and he gave her a long flat lick before circling his tongue around her clit, making her moan and grind against his face.
She tugged harder on the leash whenever his tongue slowed even the slightest bit, and gasped out small encouragements, praising him when he brought her to the edge, her fingernails raking pleasurably through his curls. She came around his tongue without warning, her juices running over his lips as he licked them up, moaning at the taste on his tongue.
He pulled back, unable to restrain the grin at her flushed cheeks and dark eyes.
"Thank you, Mistress."
She smirked. "Good boy, remembering your manners."
He had to restrain a snort. He always remembered his manners. He didn't often use them, but with Caroline he was rewarded if he did, so it was worth it.
She tugged on the leash again, inviting him on the couch with her, and he obeyed before groaning as her hand wrapped around his cock, her thumb running over the tip. "I know you're sorry for earlier, Niklaus. You were just trying to protect me from something you perceived as a threat, so I will be lenient this time."
He nodded, thanking her and bucking into her hand, making her smile. She stroked him rhythmically, her other hand massaging his balls, making him groan loudly before he spilled onto her hand. She made eye contact with him as she licked his come off of her palm, letting out a small breathless moan and letting her eyelids flutter.
"Off the furniture now, Niklaus. Heel. I want to finish this chapter, and then if you're a good boy and don't disturb me, I might let you dress and take me to dinner."
wifey! I LOVE your Kol & Caroline stuff. Plz write an au where he flirts relentlessly with Caroline in front of Klaus until his brother FINALLY admits he has feelings for the blonde :)
"It has to be tonight, Kol," Rebekah whispered. "This is getting ridiculous."
"What am I supposed to do, exactly? Walk up and kiss her and get my nose broken?"
"Just flirt with her. Hopefully Nik will intervene and everything will work out."
"And what if it doesn't, Bekah?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
Kol sighed. "The things we do for our brother."
"This isn't for Nik, this is for me. If I have to spend one more minute with one of them moping about the other I might kill them both myself."
Kol winced. "All right. Everyone's going to be at the bar tonight, yeah?"
"Obviously."
XXX
"Caroline," Kol called, tapping her on the shoulder.
She turned around from her conversation with Klaus. "Hmm?"
"If you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber," Kol said with a completely straight face.
"Really, Kol?"
He nodded seriously. "Yes."
"And let me guess, if I was a fruit I'd be a banana because you find me a-peel-ing?"
He pouted. "Ugh. Ruining my fun."
"Well, you need new material."
"No, I really don't. Here, feel this," he said, grabbing her hand and placing it on his chest. "Do you know what this is made of, Darling? Boyfriend material."
She snorted out a laugh, tearing her hand away. "That's so bad."
"No, Darling. I'm like pizza. Even when I'm bad, I'm good."
She coughed into her drink. "Kol, seriously," she whined, unable to suppress her giggles.
"How do you know my name?" he asked, faking a surprised look. "Do we know each other? Oh, I knew you in high school, didn't I? We had chemistry together."
"Kol…" Klaus started warningly from behind her, but Kol continued without a care.
"It's so great to see you again. Funny really, because you look like my next girlfriend."
"No thanks, Kol."
"Fine, but seriously, Darling, I have a question."
"What?" Caroline asked warily.
"Do you clean your pants with Windex? I can practically see myself in the–"
"You're drunk," Klaus interrupted.
"No, just intoxicated by Caroline."
"Oh my god…"
"Fun fact: Sixty percent of the body is made up of water, and if I'm drunk, that also means I'm thirsty."
She groaned, burying her face in her palms. She knew exactly what was going on. She'd overheard Rebekah and Kol earlier that day plotting to get Klaus to confess his supposed feelings for her. She hadn't wanted to get her hopes up, even though Rebekah swore up and down that he liked her.
However, if he did like her and he was going to be a jealous ass, then she should reward him for it.
"And really, no wonder the sky is grey today, Darling, because all the blue is in your eyes."
"My eyes are green, Kol."
"Did you have Lucky Charms for breakfast this morning? Because you look magically delicious," he said, wriggling his eyebrows, causing Klaus to whack him upside the head.
"Ouch! Nik, don't get violent on me. I was just paying the lady a compliment."
"Well, the lady doesn't want your compliments."
"I think the lady can decide just fine for herself, thanks," Caroline said dryly.
"Well, does the lady want his compliments?" Klaus asked rather irritably, turning to Caroline.
"No. The lady wants a screwdriver," Caroline said, glaring pointedly at the bartender, who immediately began mixing the drink.
"Oh, Darling, I'll be your screwdriver."
"Kol."
"I'm just having an innocent bit of fun, Nik. Lighten up."
"Klaus, I don't need you defending me. Frankly, I think I can handle your buzzed little brother."
"Yes, please, feel free to handle me."
"Shut up, Kol," Klaus snapped, and Caroline whirled around to look at him angrily.
"Why are you so upset about this, Klaus? It's not like we're dating. And anyway, even if we were, I hate jealousy. It's one of my pet peeves, which you know since you've been there for the entirety of my relationships with both Tyler and Enzo."
It's now or never, Klaus.
Klaus opened and closed his mouth, looking rather like a fish, and Caroline huffed.
Guess it's never.
She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment. Bring out the big guns, Caroline.
"Great," she said shrugging, turning back to Kol, and shooting him a significant look that Klaus couldn't see. "Since Klaus seems to think that he has some sort of hold over my life, unless there are any objections, pick me up at seven on Monday."
She heard a choking sound from behind her, and let her smile curve into a smirk. Kol's jaw had dropped. Caroline hoped Klaus would call her bluff as she moved past Kol towards the door. She'd almost reached it when she heard a faint hiss of, "She's bluffing you idiot," from Rebekah.
"Caroline," Klaus called, touching her on the shoulder before she'd reached the door.
"Klaus."
"I have an objection," he said stiffly.
"Do you?"
He nodded.
"And what is it, exactly?"
Now or never, Klaus. Pick the right answer.
Klaus shrugged casually, though she could tell by his body language that he was terrified. "Because I'm taking you out to that awful new Jennifer Aniston movie you wanted to see on Monday, so you have plans already."
Her lips twitched. "Seriously? You think you can object by ordering me to go to a movie with you."
"It sounded a lot more romantic in my head," he said, clearly trying to suppress a smile.
"Romantic?" she asked, purposefully baiting him into explicitly stating what she knew was going on in his head.
He rolled his eyes. "Yes. I like you, Caroline. Would you clear your obviously busy schedule to accompany me to a movie on Monday?"
"Wow. Very enthusiastic."
He glared at her. She gave him an innocent smile.
"Is that yes or a no?" he asked, and she let out a soft smile at how uncharacteristically awkward he was being.
"That's an if you ask nicely I'll consider it."
He gave her a reproachful look. "Would you please accompany me to what will surely be a horrendous movie on Monday?"
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
He just stared at her expectantly.
"Yes," she said primly. "I'd like that very much. Sushi beforehand, please."
"I thought that would have been obvious."
Hey, love you story Their Thing(s). I was hoping you'll do one with klaus and Caroline having sex for the first time, something like high school sweethearts or best friends, don't know.
"Nik," Caroline called from the door, sticking her head in. "Can I come in?"
"Always," he said, not even turning to see her as he carefully moved his brush down in small strokes, coating the area of the canvas with a light blue.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Interpretive dance," he said shortly.
She sighed, used to how irritable he could sound while he was concentrating without meaning to be, and not particularly bothered by it. "Do you mind if I hang out here for awhile? My mom is–"
"Whatever you want, love."
He didn't have to look at her to know that she was smiling brightly at him, but he did anyway, just to see it. She plopped down on the floor of the small corner of the basement his mother had helped him convert into an art space, planting the soles of her feet and wriggling her cherry-colored toes against the paint stained rug, before unzipping her backpack, pulling out a textbook and her notebook. She began to read and take notes silently, and he kept having to redirect himself back to his painting to avoid staring at her.
This went on for about fifteen minutes before she abruptly dropped her book. "Nik?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I talk you?"
He frowned, putting his paintbrush down and re-capping his paint jars. "Of course, love."
He turned around and found her standing in front of him, and she slid her teeth over her lip and took a deep breath. "I like you. Like, I really, really like you."
He suddenly wasn't quite sure how breathing was supposed to work. He opened his mouth and shut it again. After a few seconds, she went beet red. "Sorry, I guess I shouldn't have–"
He cupped her cheek, the pad of his thumb sweeping across her cheekbone, leaving a streak of sunny yellow paint. "I really, really like you too," he said quietly, letting a dimpled grin overtake his face.
Her smile was the sun, and he bent down slowly to brush his lips against hers, running his hands down her sides to her hips, leaving streaks of paint on her thin cotton t-shirt. Her fingers wound into the fabric of his henley, and he wasn't quite sure when he had been thrown into an alternate universe where Caroline had decided that she liked him like that, but he never wanted to leave.
Ever.
She pressed herself against him, her soft curves heaven against the hard angles of his body, and her arms wound around his neck and shoulders. He could feel himself getting hard and started to pull away, but she jerked him back to her, kissing him more forcefully.
"It's not like I'm suddenly discovering that you have a dick by you getting hard for me, Nik," she mumbled against his jaw, where she had been dropping light kisses, her lips pulled into a slight smirk.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her characteristic Caroline frank-ness and groaned instead as she ran her teeth down his jawline. He was hard against her upper thigh, trying desperately not to rub against her, instead looping his thumbs through the loops of her denim shorts, pulling her even closer so that he could feel every inch of her against him.
He kissed her again before nipping and licking his way to her ear, making her moan, his teeth attaching to her earlobe, tugging it lightly.
Her hands were creeping under his shirt, her fingertips running up and down his chest and stomach, before she tugged lightly at the hemline of it. He pulled back and tugged it off, throwing it on the floor next to them, his eyes going wide as she peeled off her t-shirt, leaving her in a sheer lace bra, showing her pebbled nipples through the fabric. "I wanted to be prepared," she said, smiling slightly as she practically preened under his gaze.
His thumbs were back in the loops of her shorts immediately as his lips attacked her neck and shoulders, and her hands went to undo his belt, pushing down his jeans and palming his hard cock through his boxers, making him drop his head against her shoulder and groan.
"Fuck, Caroline."
He bucked into her hand, and caught her smirking lips again in a passionate kiss, reaching down to undo the button of her shorts, tugging them down her hips. He set his palms back on her hips and dropped kisses on her neck.
"Did you lock the basement door?" he mumbled in her ear.
She hummed, nodding, and pushed his shoulders down slightly. He kneeled on the floor pulling her down to straddle him, and groaned as she rolled her hips against the bulge in his boxers.
Caroline fucking Forbes was straddling him in lacy underwear, her breasts spilling out of the delicate bra, her blonde curls fell around her face, and her firm arse cupped in his palms, and it was just about the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. The rug was comfortable enough that he didn't mind the concrete floor underneath in the least (although, really, he doubted it would be possible to 'mind' Caroline on top of him with that look in her eye even if they were on a bed of nails).
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his voice embarrassingly breathless, still slightly stunned that she'd initiated anything at all.
"Yeah," she said quietly, rolling her hips again, making him groan. "I do."
He let his fingers bury themselves in her hair, pulling her lips down to meet his, while the other squeezed her arse towards him so that he could rub his length against her covered pussy. He flipped them over, groaning as she raked her nails down her back, and pulled his boxers off, her thong following right behind it. He kissed her again, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he reached down to drag a finger along her slit. She moaned, spreading her legs, giving him access to her wet center, and he pushed a finger into her, grinning at the answering roll of her hips. He added another and pumped them in and out, hooking them slightly to brush against her g-spot, and she writhed underneath him, swearing under her breath and coming around his fingers.
"I need you, Nik," she breathed as she came down from her high.
He positioned his hard cock at her entrance. "Are you sure?" he asked again, fighting down a smile at her answering glare and pushing into her, both of them groaning as he entered her, and he fought the urge to pull back and slam into her again.
She was so hot and tight and fucking soaking wet around him, and her eyelids fluttered, and the dried paint across her cheek was cracking as she smiled at him.
"Move, Nik," she ordered in a hoarse whisper, bringing her hips up to meet his as he began to thrust into her.
She moaned, her head tipping back against the carpet, and her ankles hooked around his waist, trying to pull him in deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin coupled with her almost musical pants and moans of his name, and the feeling of her tight around him, her walls fluttering as she prepared to come again make him move faster. He ran his thumbs along her covered nipples, rubbing the rough lace against them, causing her to moan.
"Harder. I'm going to come again, Nik."
He moved faster, his cock slamming into her, and she gasped out his name as she clenched around him. He continued to thrust into her until he found his own release, spilling inside her, and nuzzling into her neck as he collapsed on top of her.
They both caught their breath before he rolled off of her, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on. She just grinned happily at him, pulling herself up and reaching for her thong and shorts, pulling them on quickly, and grabbing his henley out of his hand before he could pull it over his head.
"You got paint all over my shirt."
"You didn't even look at it."
The look she gave him made him grin sheepishly. "Sorry, love."
"Worth it," she said simply, her lips twitching. "But that was your one free pass."
Little did she know how wrong those words were...
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! :) As I said earlier, these drabbles can also be found on my tumblr blogs thetourguidebarbie and (my smut-only drabble blog) onyourkneescaroline. If you have requests, submitting them there would be better :) I have about fifty to go through currently, but working away slowly ;)
Hugs!
-Angie