A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline eats a cheeseburger. Food smut. Sort of.
2. Caroline has a sex injury.
3. Geeky!Klaus is Caroline's neighbor. They don't get along until they do (and then they have sex).
Enjoy!
-Angie
IRL friend prompt: Caroline/Cheeseburger/Klaus OT3
Caroline's pupils were dilated with need, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she took in the sight of her meal. He watched her inhale the scent, a small gasp coming out of her mouth in anticipation, the warm pink of her full lips parting to show glinting white teeth before she lifted the burger to her mouth and wrapped her lips around the bite, moaning as she took a bite.
Her eyelids fluttered and she chewed, a bead of creamy garlic sauce dripping down her lips and chin, leaving a streak of glistening white. She swallowed, swiping her tongue out again to catch the seed from the bun sticking to her lower lip, rubbing them together, before placing the burger down on the plate, dragging the tip of her finger over her chin to collect the creamy sauce and wrapping her lips around her finger, sucking it off.
She pulled her finger out of her mouth with a small pop, and he felt his pants tighten as he imagined his cock wrapped in those lips, and the fleeting hollow of her cheeks as she sucked him into her throat.
He watched her devour the meat, a small whimper of pleasure escaping her as she chewed, making an odd gulping sound as she swallowed that reminded him of when his cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged around him, swallowing around the tip of it.
She kept eating, small gasps and moans escaping her with every bite as she savored the flavor, and his sandwich and chips laid forgotten on the plate in front of him as he watched her. She finally let out a small groan as she set her burger back on the plate, half eaten, arching her back into the leather of the half-circled booth's seat behind her, rubbing the flash of creamy skin under the hem of her shirt.
Her even breaths deep, and he didn't bother to conceal his hungry gaze as he watched her breaths heave, her head tipping back to reveal the curve of her neck and shoulder. She laid there lazily for a moment, just breathing, clearly sated, before sitting back up, her gaze longingly fixed on her abandoned burger.
He could tell that she was full, but she was going to succumb to temptation (gourmet burgers were her weakness, her guilty pleasure), and he intended to watch every second of it. She licked her lips and he was uncomfortably hard and throbbing against the zipper of his jeans, trying not to rip the booth's seat as his hands clutched it.
Her lips wrapped around another piece, and she let out another small, satisfied moan of absolute pleasure as she chewed, again having to lick the dripping white sauce off of her fingers every few bites, her lips temptingly wrapped around the tip. He caught himself thinking that this was so much hotter than it had any right to be, the way she enjoyed having it in her mouth, tasting it, devouring it, and he had never been so jealous of anything in his very long life, let alone a piece of food.
His breath shortened as her eyelids fluttered, and she licked the final remains of her meal off of her fingers before seeming to come out of the trance, looking up at him through her eyelashes as she sucked the last of it, dragging her finger lightly over her lips and letting out a soft 'oh' of surprise as she withdrew, flushing slightly.
"Did you enjoy that, love?"
She nodded, smiling slightly. "You haven't touched your food."
"I'm not hungry for food," he said huskily, and she flushed a bit more at his tone, probably only now realizing that he was so fucking turned on.
The booth they were in surrounded half of the table, and while it gave her a good view of her flushed face, it also put her within touching distance, and he grabbed her arm, tugging her lightly so that she scooted towards him, offering her a chip, which she took, nibbling on it daintily.
"Would you like a milkshake?" he asked, his voice slightly strangled.
She gave him an evil grin. "You just want to see me lick the spoon."
"There are other things I'd like you to lick," he said, his voice low and rough.
She raised an eyebrow, and he grabbed her unused hand, moving it to rest on the hard bulge in his jeans.
She hummed, wrapping her lips around the straw of her iced tea, closing her eyes as she sucked the liquid.
He swore under his breath, and he saw her shoulder shake slightly. She was laughing at him.
"Little minx."
"You love it," she said, squeezing his covered cock lightly, making him groan.
"I do," he agreed. "But I'd love you more thrown across the table with your panties torn down the middle and your skirt bunched up around your waist while I fuck you in front of everyone in this diner and make you beg for more."
She moaned again, rubbing him through his jeans with her palm.
"You like that?" he asked, grinning, his lips brushing her ear and making her shiver.
She nodded, and he groaned quietly as her hand moved up to sneak under the waistband of his jeans. "Maybe another time. Right now I'd rather go to the back hallway."
He hummed in agreement, though couldn't resist baiting her. "Why?"
"I want to watch you try your hardest to be quiet while I have dessert. On my knees. There won't be any spoons to lick, but-"
"Let's go."
Caroline and Klaus have an active sexlife and after a creative posititon Caroline ends up with a sex injury. She goes to the doctor and gets ordered bedrest and when she gets home Klaus is all "Okay I'll join you in bed" and she has to break it to him that he won't be joining her in bed anytime soon. You can make this anyway you want ;) Thank you!
"Motherfucker."
"You all right?" Klaus asked, immediately realizing after looking at her face that the expletive was shouted out of pain rather than pleasure.
"No. I'm not all right," she hissed. "Can you pull out, please?"
He did so slowly, noting her wince and moving beside her. "Caroline, love? Look at me. Are you all right?"
"Yeah. I think-No. No, I'm not. It hurts."
"What hurts?" he asked frantically, his eyes raking over her body.
"I feel like you shoved sand down my vag."
"Beg pardon?"
"My vagina is in pain," she snapped, wincing as she moved.
"Don't move," he said quickly, rolling off the bed and pulling on sweatpants before grabbing a dress for her.
"I'm not a child," she said irritably, though she let him fuss over her, pulling her to sit up and helping her pull the sundress over her head. "It's what's between my legs that hurts. I can still move my arms just fine."
He put his hands in the air immediately, figuring it was easier to just surrender, and grabbed one of her few pairs of flats from the closet, bringing it over to her. "Those don't match the dress."
"We're going to the ER, love. I don't think fashion is a priority."
She winced as he moved her legs the tiniest bit to slip her shoes on before lifting her. "Klaus, I'm probably fine."
"Can you walk without wanting to collapse?"
She glared at him but allowed him to carry her to the car, depositing her in the passenger seat before climbing into the driver's side.
The wait at the ER was long, and when they were finally seen, he started to follow Caroline into the gynecologist's office, but she made him wait outside while she went in.
"What happened?" the doctor asked with a business like tone as she slid on gloves.
Caroline bit her lip and tried not to shift in her seat so that she didn't exacerbate her injury, and the doctor rolled her eyes. "I look at vaginas that come into the ER for nine hours a day, honey. Whatever it is, I'm sure I've seen and/or heard worse."
"Well, we were having sex and I felt a really painful stabbing."
"Did you bleed?"
"I don't know. My husband took me here before I could take a look myself," Caroline said, blushing slightly.
The woman nodded. "Well, let's take a look."
XXX
"What was it?" Klaus asked without pause as she walked out.
"Just a tear. She prescribed me antibiotics and said I should rest a bit. Nothing else."
"All right."
He drove them home and picked her up to carry her up the stairs, ignoring her protests that she could walk thank you very much, and depositing her on the bed.
"Are you hungry?"
She nodded. "Chicken fettuccini alfredo sounds good. Please."
"Isn't that a bit heavy?"
"Klaus, my vagina is torn. I don't have the flu. I don't have a fever. My stomach is fine. Make me pasta."
"Of course, sweetheart," he said, kissing her forehead.
She rolled over and masked a whimper of pain.
For the next few days, Klaus waited on her hand and foot (and unfortunately it was more annoying than endearing). She knew that he felt bad for what he perceived as a sex injury that was completely his fault (which it sort of was), but she needed him to stop bothering her. She was lucky to have a job which meant that she could work from home (meaning that she didn't have to use her vacation days), but she wouldn't get any work done if Klaus kept walking in and bothering her while he took painting breaks.
She said as much to him when he checked on her for the third time within two hours. "Klaus, I'm fine. If I need you, I'll call you."
"I know, love. I just get worried."
She gave him a small smile. "I know. Go paint things."
He gave her a dimpled smile.
Two days later, he had to meet with a client, which meant that he had to leave the house for awhile. After a fifteen minute bickering session about whether he should go, Caroline won and he departed, telling her that he'd have his phone the whole time.
It was now an hour and a half later, and she was hungry. She debated texting Klaus to see if he'd bring home take out, but decided that it would be better not to bother him (knowing that there was a good chance he'd drop whatever he was doing to bring her food, which wasn't exactly conducive to obtaining commissions). She swung out of bed, happy that there was only a slight twinge of pain, and walked down to the kitchen.
She put on some music from her laptop and looked through the fridge, in the mood to really cook, and she soon was happily thinly slicing eggplant, squash, and bell peppers for a vegetable dish she'd found on her favorite cooking blog the year before (and loved), humming along to the music.
She was just pulling out the rack to put the garlic bread in the oven when she jerked in surprise, feeling warm lips trail down the curve of her neck. Klaus was behind her, and he nuzzled her ear. "That smells good."
"It had better because I've been hungry for the last few hours, and I'm really craving garlic bread."
He laughed, letting her push the rack of bread in and close the oven door before he pulled her to him, kissing her softly. She moaned as his tongue pushed into her mouth, his thumbs making circles on her hips, which were covered by flannel pajama pants. "Do you feel better?"
"Yeah, a lot actually."
He grinned and trailed kisses down her jaw, his hands creeping up her tank top to brush his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned, but disentangled herself. "Klaus, I can't."
"I thought you were feeling better."
"Not that much better."
Seeing him pout never got old. Ever.
"Caroline…" he whined, letting his hands brush across her sides.
"Hey, I miss it as much as you do, okay?"
He nodded and sighed before dropping a kiss on her lips and grabbing an oven mitt off the counter to open the oven door and check the bread.
"It's only a few more days," she said consolingly, before smirking slightly. "And all this time alone has given me a chance to think about things I'd like to try. So, when I get better…"
"Do you have a list?" he asked knowingly.
"Shut up," she mumbled, whacking him in the arm.
FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT I'M JUST THROWING IDEAS AT YOU YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE THEM ALL PLEASE. Like you're too precious already writing as much as you do, so you better not write them all or I will fight you. - Prompt: Sorta-Geeky!Klaus really hates his neighbor Caroline (until he doesn't), not trusting her when she acts like she wants to become friends with him (until he does).
"This really isn't that difficult. If you follow my directions instead of sitting in the fire with your thumbs up your arses, we can do it. Marcel, we're missing the Mage buff. All right, excellent. I'm putting up a timer, pull the boss in 10," Klaus ordered, adjusting his headset and cracking his knuckles, taking a quick sip of his energy drink before setting his fingers back on the keyboard and mouse.
He carefully positioned his character and waited for the timer to go off before beginning his spell rotation, calling out the boss's attacks before stopping mid-sentence as thumping bass from the other part of the duplex invaded his ears for the third time in a week.
"I live for the night...I live for the lights...I live for the high 'till I'm free fallin'..."
"Wipe it," he heard another player growl from the other end of the line, and he sighed and ran into a nearby pool of fire to die and resurrect at the beginning of the encounter.
"I need a moment. Take five," Klaus said, deciding that enough was bloody well enough and muting his microphone to go talk to his neighbor, draping the headset over the chair.
He didn't bother to grab his keys or phone as he left his side of the building to bang on the door of the highly irritating (though admittedly absolutely gorgeous) blonde who lived in the other section. They'd never spoken, but he'd seen her in and out before. She opened the door quickly, dressed in a pair of tiny silk shorts and a cotton tank top, and he absently registered the fullness of her breasts and toned stomach and legs. She really was stunning. The smile fell from her face when she saw him, and he mentally shook himself and focused on the situation at hand. "Um. Hi. Who are you?"
"Your neighbor," he growled, gesturing in the general direction of his portion of the house.
"Oh. Okay. Well, I'm Caroline. It's nice to meet you."
"I'm Klaus, and your music is loud."
She raised an eyebrow. "And your stream of swearing at people, who I assume are on the phone or something since I've never actually heard them swear back, about dragons and ice lances isn't?"
He shrugged. "It's not as loud as whatever this trash playing is, I'm sure."
"It's not trash," she said, rather petulantly in his opinion. "And I wouldn't have to play it if you weren't screaming about Ragnorms or whatever so loudly."
"Ragnaros," he corrected without thinking about it.
She just rolled her eyes.
"Look, either way, you need to turn your music down so that I can concentrate."
"Or what? You won't get your fictional weapons for your fictional character in your fictional game?"
"Well, that and just making me stop to ask you to please quiet the fuck down might have cost us first Rag kill NA."
"Um. What?"
He pinched bridge of his nose. "Look. Never mind. If you could just please turn of your tra-music from five o'clock until midnight Tuesday through Sunday, that would be fantastic."
"But I like my music."
"Well, I like my Alienware endorsements, and as that is one of my main sources of income, you need to be quieter, all right?"
"Endorsements? What, are you like, some big deal on the internet?"
"You wouldn't get it," he said tiredly. "Just do something else for seven hours. I don't know, paint your nails or watch vapid reality television programs or something."
"Is that really what you think girls do in their spare time?" Caroline asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Look, I'm late getting back. Just turn it off, all right?"
"Fine."
The music came back on at 12:01 on the dot.
XXX
He groaned as he heard the doorbell ring, hoisting himself out of bed to open the door, rumple-haired and in only his boxers. Loud Music Girl (or 'Caroline', as he now knew) was standing on the porch steps, a brightly colored cookie tin in her hands. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw him, and he let his face fall into a smirk.
She was totally checking him out.
When she noticed that he had an eyebrow raised expectantly, she flushed, holding out the tin. "Um, I'm sorry. I just came by to apologize. It was kind of rude of me to play loud music instead of just telling you to be quieter."
She couldn't be serious, he thought, though her eyes were wide and earnest. "You're forgiven," he bit out, starting to close the door.
"Do you not want cookies? I made them."
"Are they poisoned?" he asked dryly.
He wasn't serious, but a flicker of hurt flashed across her face, and he winced. "I was just joking, love," he said, holding up his hands in front of him to placate her.
"Whatever. No, they're not poisoned. They're chocolate chip with orange peel. My mom's recipe. Again, I'm sorry," she said, her voice clipped and terse, shoving the tin into his arms and marching back off to her portion of the house without another word.
He winced. She had clearly been being genuine, and he'd shut her down horribly. Hesitantly, he pulled the lid off of the cookie tin, which was lined with waxed paper, and saw a dozen or so delicious-smelling chocolate chip cookies. He felt his mouth water, and he groaned as he closed the door behind him and inhaled deeply.
This would be worth the extra hour at the gym, he was sure.
XXX
He knocked on her door, a bit nervous for reasons he couldn't explain, and put on what he hoped was a kind smile when she opened the door, holding out the cookie tin. "Thank you. For the cookies, I mean."
She nodded, taking the tin back. "You're welcome."
They stood there silently for a few moments before she grabbed the doorknob, preparing to close the door. "Thanks for returning the–"
"Would you like to come for dinner tomorrow?"
"Um. Excuse me?"
"Would you like to come to my...er...place for dinner tomorrow?"
"Like a date?"
"Yes. Like a date."
She narrowed her eyes. "Tomorrow's Thursday."
He swallowed back the sarcastic 'I'm aware,' instead nodding.
"Don't you have pixels to smash?"
He smiled slightly. "We got the kill, so we're slowing down to four nights a week now. But...er...thanks for, you know, quieting down a bit."
She nodded stiffly. "What time?"
"Six."
"Okay."
He gave her a dimpled grin. "Okay," he agreed.
"Bye."
"Right. See you soon, love."
He left, and he heard her quietly shut the door behind him, inwardly trying to figure out what he'd be making for dinner the next day.
XXX
"I hope you like pasta," he said as he closed the door softly behind her, locking it and helping her with her coat. "It's the only thing that I can make."
"You're really selling yourself," she joked, earning her a dimpled grin.
"I do try."
She laughed, following him to the kitchen, and taking a seat at the table when he waved her over. "Can I get you anything? Wine?"
"Water's fine, thanks."
He nodded, getting a glass from the cabinet. They fell into small talk rather easily, and he found himself genuinely interested in what she had to say. It turned out she was some sort of real estate agent in the area, and they talked about her job for a bit before he spooned out the pasta and they began to eat.
"So um, I have a question," she said between bites.
"Yes, love?"
"What exactly do you do?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, his lips twitching.
"Well, you said you have endorsements or whatever..."
"Yes. I-Well, do you play video games at all?"
"My best friend Stefan does, sort of. He's into first person shooters. And I like Mario Kart."
He suppressed a smile and nodded. "All right, well, I play a video game online that you play in real time with other people. There are millions of players from around the world, and one of the things you can do in the game is team up with other players to kill bosses."
"No, like, I get that part. I just don't get how you make money off of it."
"Fair question. I'm part of a raid group that's one of the best in North America. We're paid to use and endorse equipment from game and computer companies as long as we kill the bosses before other groups do."
"Oh," Caroline said slowly, frowning. "I think I get it. So it's like a professional sports player?"
"Essentially yes."
"Okay."
They were silent for a few moments before she smoothly changed the subject, and they hung out for another hour or so before she told him that she had work in the morning. He nodded and walked her to the door, opening it for her.
"I had fun tonight," she said, smiling.
"Me too."
"Maybe we could do it again?" she half-asked, and he nodded, trying not to seem to eager.
"I'd like that."
She gave him a brilliant smile and a quick kiss before setting off to her side of the duplex.
XXX
"That was really good," Caroline praised as she pushed away her now-clean plate.
Klaus laughed quietly. "I'll admit that I practiced a bit this week to make sure it would be edible."
Caroline laughed with him. "Well, thanks for the forethought."
"Of course, love." He stood up and grabbed their dishes, rinsing them off and leaving them in the sink, and when he turned, he found himself nose-to-nose with his girlfriend, who gave him a mischievous smirk.
Before he could so much as blink, her lips were on his, and he groaned, his hands ghosting down her sides to her hips. The kiss was slow and languid, her tongue stroking his softly, and she moaned into his mouth when his thumbs began to stroke the soft skin of her abdomen under her shirt.
He broke away, brushing his lips over her jaw and cheek before tugging at her earlobe, making her moan and wind her fingers into his henley. "Bedroom, Klaus. Please," she panted, moaning again as he licked the shell of her ear.
He pulled away, grabbing her hand and leading her to his bedroom. Her top was on the floor within seconds, and she tugged his over his head as well before fusing her lips back to his, her hands moving over his chest and stomach, brushing his nipples and stroking his neck before settling in his hair, tugging at his curls.
He groaned into her mouth, his hands finding the button of her jeans and pushing them over her hips down her legs before she kicked them off, now left only in her thong and bra. She broke away, her lips puffy and eyes bright, giving him a huge smile, and he couldn't help but give her one of his in return.
His hard cock was straining against the zipper of his jeans, and she palmed him through the rough fabric, making him buck into her hand, groaning. She undid the fastening of his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down his legs, tugging them off once she pushed him onto the bed, settling on her knees between his legs.
She stroked him a few times before her tongue ran over the tip of him, and he groaned, resisting the urge to bury his fingers in her hair. "Caroline."
"Hmm?"
"I want to fuck your pussy, not your mouth."
She flushed, and he fought down a satisfied smirk at her reaction to the filthy words. Making her blush never got old. She stood up slowly, shrieking in surprise when he pulled her on top of him, his fingers hooking around the strap of her thong and tugging it down, burying to fingers into her tight, wet heat.
She moaned loudly, rolling her hips against his hand, writhing on top of him as his other hand easily unhooked her bra, pulling it off and tweaking one of her nipples as he fingerfucked her, making her gasp.
"Fuck, Klaus. Yes, please, right there…"
"You like that, love?"
"God, yes."
He curled his fingers slightly to try to hit her g-spot, knowing he'd succeeded when she almost screamed in pleasure, her pussy beginning to clench around his fingers. "Yes, just like that, love. Come for me, Caroline."
She moaned his name as his fingers moved in and out of her in a consistent rhythm, his other hand still playing with her breasts before stroking her lower back and arse.
She moaned his name as she came, strung along with pleas for harder and faster strokes, and he indulged her, smirking as she came, her juices soaking his fingers.
She slumped slightly before reaching down to stroke him, and it was his turn to groan, his head pressing into the pillow.
She sat up on her knees, moaning as she positioned him at her entrance, his cock teasing her folds. She sheathed him inside her, and he swore at the sensation of it, her walls clenching around him as she stretched to accommodate his size.
She sat there for a moment, both of them just enjoying the feeling of connection, before she began to roll her hips, moving slowly at first and then picking up speed, his hands clutching her hips to pull her down on his cock, groaning her name.
She rode him hard and fast, and moaned loudly when he squeezed her arse hard, panting when he moved back slightly to change positions so that he could take a nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking on it just the way she liked it, making her clench around him.
She came again, harder than the first time, and her moans of his name echoed around the room. It was only another minute before he tipped over the edge when she bit him harshly on the neck, and he spilled inside her, both of them letting out small groans of pleasure when she rolled off of him.
He pulled her against him, nuzzling her neck, rolling his eyes when she jokingly accused him of being a cuddler (he was, so sue him), and they laid there together as their breathing calmed.
"You are stunning," he gasped out, and she turned around on the bed to grin at him, pressing her lips against his for a brief moment.
"You're not so bad yourself."
They laid there quietly for a minute before he spoke again. "Any progress on the house hunt?"
She shook her head, snuggling closer to him. "Nope, but my lease isn't up for another two months, and I can completely move in with you for the next six until we find a place, right?"
"Of course, love."
She smiled. "How's the thing coming?"
He suppressed a smile. "The 'thing' is going quite well. We should have it by Friday."
"Do they believe that you have a girlfriend yet?"
"They did until they saw a picture of you. Apparently you're out of my league."
Caroline laughed and nodded solemnly. "Very much so. You're incredibly lucky."
"That I am, love. I thank my lucky stars every day that you played obnoxious music because I was swearing too loudly at my 'minions,' as you call them."
She snorted, turning over again. "My music isn't obnoxious. Go to sleep."
He just laughed, kissing her softly on the side of the neck.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know your thoughts :)
Hugs!
-Angie