A/N: The reviews to the last two chapters were wonderful and inspiring. I've had a lot of trouble starting drabbles lately, just because I feel like I haven't been getting much feedback, but you guys totally refreshed my motivation to do them, so thank you so much for that!
Abridged summaries:
1. Royal!Klaroline. Klaus is overprotective. Caroline makes him apologize. Smut.
2. Caroline gets a terrible sex tip from Cosmo. Crack!Smut.

Enjoy!
-Angie

Klaus did something that made Caroline mad. I don't care what. As punishment Klaus has to watch Caroline play with herself and make herself come. He can't touch only watch. Everything gets super heated and smutty / Klaroline royalty and an overprotective Klaus? I feel like, for a man who constantly refers to himself as King that there isn't enough fan fiction generated on this part of him. But please correct me if I'm wrong cause I would lover to read some royalty Klaroline fics! Or just Klaus being king in general

"No, Klaus."

"Beg pardon?"

"I said no. No, I will not let you assign six bodyguards to me in order for me to go to the grocery store. No, I will not let your sister glue herself to my side while I'm going lingerie shopping. No, I will most definitely not let you buy me one of those ugly as hell bulletproof SUVs. No."

"Well, I apologize if you're uncomfortable with it, but the guards have already been hired, I'll make sure that Rebekah's on her best behavior, and the SUV has already been bought."

"Well, un-hire them, and return it."

"I'm sure Rebekah will be happy to know that you don't mind her company."

"Or I just have my own plan of trying on everything in the store very slowly and coming out to ask for her opinion while very pointedly reminding her who else I am planning to model them for. Although, to be fair, I'm not sure that'll be happening anytime soon."

He took her hand and brought it to his lips. "There's my devious queen."

She huffed. "Yeah, well. Marrying me might have been one of your only good life choices."

"Which is why I need you to be safe."

She sighed, trying another tactic. "Look, you can't hover around me like this. It's infantilizing and it makes me feel smothered."

"I can do anything that I want, love. I'm the–"

"If you end that sentence with 'I'm the king,' so help me I will cut your dick off."

"You're too fond of that part of me to do that, love, I think."

"It'll grow back," she said, waving a hand dismissively and trying to fight down a smile at his look of complete horror. "Look, you know I can take care of myself. You wouldn't have fallen in love with me if I was a sad damsel that swooned in a tower. I think I can handle going to a grocery store to get the ingredients for Enzo's birthday cake without an escort. I'm not the president."

"No, you're the queen, which is even more risky. Besides we have a live-in chef."

"Which still makes no sense because we're vampires and we only eat when we feel like it."

Klaus shrugged. "He isn't complaining. We pay him enough, don't we? And anyway, I've been enjoying his experiments with using blood in gourmet food.

"Me too," Caroline said, unconsciously licking her lips before shaking herself. "Look. I want to go to the grocery store. Alone."

"One hybrid," Klaus bargained.

She pressed her lips together, trying to decide if it was worth putting her foot down to make a point. "No. Alone," she said firmly, her voice indicating that it was the end of the discussion. "It is literally five blocks away."

He stared at her for what felt like an absurdly long time before nodding. "Fine. But if you're not back in an hour, I'm coming after you," he said.

"Two hours," Caroline said, both of them fully knowing that she was purposefully provoking him to prove a point.

A muscle twitched in his jaw, but he nodded stiffly. "Two hours. Please call me if anything even the slightest bit odd happens. I'll be in my studio."

He was gone in an instant, and it took her less than a second to decide to go after him/

"No, Klaus, wait," she said, speeding after him, not bothering to shout, because she knew he could hear her.

He was already silently mixing paint, and she knew that he was furious. She wanted to stand her ground, but she didn't want to make him angry with her either. She approached him slowly, knowing he heard her, and laid a hand on his shoulder.

He just kept measuring out paint, not even flinching. "Klaus…"

"You've made your feelings on this perfectly clear, Caroline. You don't want me interfering."

"I know that you care, and I love you, but it's really important to me that I don't feel like I'm followed all the time. Do you trust me?"

"Of course," he said, his tone offended.

"Then let me do this."

He didn't answer.

"Klaus, you keep telling me that I'm the queen, that I'm powerful and can take care of myself. Do you not believe that?"

"Of course I believe it," he said. "I just don't want to risk your safety."

She kissed him on the cheek. "It'll be fine. I love you."

"I love you," he answered quietly, making her smile as she left.

XXX

"I cannot believe you did that," Caroline said exasperatedly, running a hand through her hair. "Like, really? You are unbelievable."

"I know," he said, smirking, and Caroline turned to glare at him.

"No, seriously. That was not okay."

He shrugged. "It kept you safe. I told you that I would keep you safe."

"You promised me you wouldn't send anyone after me."

"I never did any such thing. I promised that you would go alone, and that if you were gone for two hours, I would go look for you."

"Yeah, and you violated the first part."

"Did you leave alone?"

"I don't know, did I?" she asked, her eyes flashing.

"Yes. You did. You left alone. My hybrid just happened to be shopping at the same time."

"Bullshit."

"Believe what you want, love."

She just glared at him, and he smirked, walking closer and setting his hands on her hips, his proximity making desire unfurl in her belly. "I'm mad at you," she said quietly, tipping her head to the side as he bent to kiss her neck.

"I know," he said, running his tongue along her jugular, making her shiver.

She knew that he was trying to distract her with sex, which, granted, did work about a third of the time, but he was not in luck in this specific instance. She pushed him away, glaring at him. "Sit," she ordered, pointing to the large armchair they kept near the bookshelves.

"I'm not a dog," he said petulantly even as he moved towards it.

She walked over to him, pulling off her shirt and throwing it to the side before sliding her skirt down, wriggling her hips to push it down her legs and kicking it away. His eyes darkened as he watched her saunter towards him while she unclasped her bra, shrugging it off, and she straddled him, now only in her thong. He reached to set his hands on her hips, but she slapped them away.

"No touching."

He raised an eyebrow. "Love, you're spread over my lap. How am I to resist?"

Caroline scoffed, running the tip of her finger down his chest, making the muscles flex quickly. "You'll manage, I'm sure," she said dryly, grabbing his hands and putting them firmly on the armrests as she got a bit more comfortable. "Keep them there or I'll tie them."

He raised an eyebrow, and she moved so that her nose was touching his, her breath against his lips. "Don't test me, Klaus. I will do it."

She palmed his half-hard cock through his jeans as she spoke, wriggling a bit closer to roll her hips against him. He groaned softly, bucking against her, and she smirked, pulling back.

"No touching," she repeated, her breath ghosting over his face.

"No touching," he agreed, his voice husky, eyes dark and wanting.

She smirked, cupping her own breasts in her hands and rolling the nipples between her fingers.

"If you're so protective that you won't let anyone touch me, then you can't touch either," she said softly, her voice half-breathless as she tugged her nipples, rolling her hips against his jean-clad legs as she moaned softly.

"That's not very fair, love," he said, his eyes fixed on the movements of her fingers.

She smirked, letting one of her hands trail down her stomach to the lace of her panties, hooking under the fabric to pull at it slightly, letting it rub pleasurably against her skin, before moving her hand beneath and rubbing her clit. She let her head fall to expose her neck as she moaned wantonly, her back arched to thrust her breasts towards him as she pleasured herself.

He was throbbing and hard and shifting under her, clearly uncomfortable, and she grinned, rolling her hips so that they just brushed the bulge in his jeans.

"Do you want to touch me, Klaus?" she breathed, looking at him with dark, lustful eyes.

"Yes."

"Apologize," she ordered.

"Why?"
She growled, rolling her hips against him, making him grind back, his covered cock moving perfectly against her through the layers of clothing. "Apologize for smothering me, Klaus. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, sweetheart," he said, his eyes locked on her hand moving between her legs.

"Yeah, well, you should, since you're watching me do it right now."

His gaze raised to connect with hers and she purposefully gave an exaggerated moan, her lips parting just a bit more than usual, her eyelids fluttering shut. "I am going to show you how well I can take care of myself until you apologize for not trusting me. I can do this all night, Klaus. Don't make me show you."

"I'm not going to apologize for trying to keep you safe."

"Then I'm not going to apologize for showing you how well I can take care of myself," she said, half-panting. "I'm going to fuck myself until I come around my fingers, and then I'm going to make you watch while I lick them clean. I'm going to make you watch me ride my hand on your lap while I tell you how much I wish it was your cock. I'm going to come with your name on my lips as many times as it takes for you to say you're sorry, and you're going to keep your hands on the armrests and watch while I do it. Maybe if you're lucky I'll let you take care of yourself afterwards."

She felt her orgasm building quickly as she spoke, the dirty fantasies she spoke aloud fueling her desire for him, and she moved her other hand so that one was rubbing her clit while she fingerfucked herself with the other, bouncing on top of it, her breasts swaying as her head lolled back, his name escaping her lips as she came.

He was eyeing her hungrily, his fingers twitching as though he wanted to grab her (which he probably did), his eyes flashing yellow as he watched her pleasure herself.

She rode her fingers through her orgasm, moaning loudly, and licked her lips when she came down from her high before slowly bringing her fingers to them.

She swiped the pad of her fingers over her lower lip, slowly letting her tongue follow their trail before she slowly licked her fingers clean, her tongue skating over the slick skin as she moaned at the taste of herself, letting her eyelids flutter.

Klaus's breath was shorter now, and his eyes were glued to her as though she was the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Ready to apologize yet?" she asked, her voice strained and breathless.

"No."

She gave him a long-suffering sigh. "This would be easier for both of us if you'd just say it, Klaus. I want your cock in me so badly, but you're not letting me have it. I know you want to fuck me," she murmured, keeping her voice soft, lush, and full of want. "Tell me how sorry you are, and I'll let you fuck my pussy. Don't you want to fuck me?"

"You know that I do, sweetheart."

"Then tell me that you're sorry," she said, widening her eyes, her fingers pumping in and out of her soaking heat while she rolled her hips against them, her other hand braced on his chest for balance.

"But I'm not."

She sighed exaggeratedly, moving so that the back of her hand would occasionally brush his hard, throbbing cock through his jeans as she fingerfucked herself, and leaned towards him so that her lips brushed his ear. "I am the Queen, your Queen, and I get what I want, when I want it. Right now, I want you to apologize so that I can feel your cock inside me. It's not that difficult."

He remained silent, though she could see that he was slowly caving.

"I want you in me, Klaus," she whispered. "I want you so badly. All you have to do is apologize, and then you can make me come around you."

He groaned, rolling his hips, still saying nothing. She resisted the urge to pout at his stubbornness before leaning forward to bite his earlobe, running her tongue along it, smirking at the way his fingers twitched when she pressed herself against him, her fingers still moving furiously between her thighs.

"Apologize to your Queen," she ordered, her tone demanding and harsh. "Now."

He shifted against her uncomfortably, groaning as she reached down to gently run a finger over his cock straining against his jeans, and her lips curled into a smirk. "Klaus…" she breathed, trailing off.

"Fuck, Caroline...No…" he mumbled, his hips jerking towards her hand as she stroked him once more and withdrew.

"Tell me," she said again before nuzzling his neck, dropping hot, open-mouthed kisses against it, running her tongue against his skin.

He groaned as she scraped her teeth over the skin before swearing under his breath. "I'm sorry, love," he ground out.

She laughed quietly, reaching to grab his hands, rolling her hips against his cock, making him hiss, and pressing his palms to her inner thighs. He didn't need another hint.

The rip of lace was followed almost immediately by the tearing of fabric and Caroline loud screams as he pushed her to the floor and sheathed himself in her tight heat, slamming into her fast and hard, groaning as she clawed his back with her fingernails, her legs wrapping firmly around his waist as she screamed his name. She came hard around him and he just pounded into her harder, her bare back rubbing against the carpet, the painful scrape against her skin sending jolts of pleasure to her core as she writhed beneath him as she encouraged him to fuck her faster, his cock filling her so perfectly.

"Come in me," she gasped out as she approached her third orgasm, tipping over her peak as he groaned her name, continuing to pound into her as he came inside her.

This is the crack-est smut I have ever written. Ever. I have no excuse, except that my friends and I are weirdos who played Cards Against Humanity, and someone made a particularly genius play involving a bop-it and some creative wordplay.
We weren't even drunk.
Also, this isn't an actual Cosmo sex tip. Even they aren't this nuts. I think.

"Where did you find this again?" Klaus asked, looking rather dubious as he eyed the device.

"Cosmo suggested it," Caroline said with an elegant shrug of her shoulders. "It was literally the most ridiculous thing I ever read, so I decided that we should try it."

He gave her another reproachful look.

"Please?" she asked, pulling out the big pouty eyes.

He sighed, muttering about how thankful they should be that no one was home, and turned the thing on, looking at it as though it might bite him.

"You have to press the button to start it."

"So how does this work, exactly? I recall people playing with these in the nineties, and when you don't respond fast enough to the verbal instructions, they scream. They were incredibly obnoxious."

"God, you're old," Caroline mumbled, glaring at him when he opened his mouth. "Don't you fucking dare make a 'well-if-you-insist-on-calling-me-god' joke, because I will cut you."

His mouth shut again, though he gave her an amused look.

"Okay, so you're right, it screams when you lose. You have to follow the directions."

"And what does this have to do with sex, exactly?"

He listened to her explain it, and his dubious expression turned to one of wide-eyed incredulity. "You've got to be joking."

"Nope."

"Caroline, I am not attempting a high score, recording the order the commands come in, and then fucking you from behind to the instructions of a children's toy."

"What, you don't want to 'bop it'?" she asked, grabbing his hands and placing them on her ass under the skirt of her dress, trying not to laugh.

He huffed, rolling his eyes but moving his palms to cup her ass, squeezing it lightly. "Or 'twist it'?" she asked, cupping her breasts in her palms and twisting her nipples gently through the thin fabric of the tight bodice, still fighting down her giggles. "Or 'pull it'?" she continued, grabbing one of his hands and moving it to her head so that he could tangle his fingers in her hair.

"No," he said, before rolling his eyes at Caroline's raised eyebrows. "I want to throw you over my lap and spank you and hear you scream my name. I want to roll your nipples between my fingers and watch your face flush while your hips jerk towards my hand as I fuck you with my fingers. I want to flip you over and fuck you from behind while I fist your hair and tug your head back until you beg for a release. What I do not want is to 'bop it', 'twist it', or 'pull it'."

"Your loss," she sighed, shrugging, slapping his hand away from her ass and smoothing her skirt before moving to the door of their bedroom.

"Where are you going, love?"

"I don't know. You don't want to fuck me, so—"

"I never said that."

She raised an eyebrow, and he growled at her, smirking when she tried to surreptitiously rub her thighs together. "You like that?" he asked, advancing on her as she backed up towards the bed, his steps predatory.

"What, the growling? It's a bit animalistic and caveman-ish, but I'll admit that it's kind of hot."

He pinned her to the bed, her wrists above her head.

"Let's 'play' it another way," he said quietly, his breath hot on her face. "I'll flip you over and fuck you with my cock."

"Where's the fun in that?" she asked, slightly breathless.

He smirked, and flipped her over, grabbing her thighs and tearing her thong off before moving her onto her knees, her dress flipped up, revealing her ass. "Ask nicely, and I'll spank you," he instructed, the words honey dripping from his lips as he delivered a harsh slap to her ass to emphasize his point, making her moan. "Or squeeze your lovely breasts," he muttered, reaching around her to do just that. "Or pull your hair," he finished, looping his fingers through it.

She felt the tip of him pressing at her entrance, and she spread her legs slightly so that he could push in, both of them groaning at the sensation.

"What do you want first, love?"

"Spank me," she breathed.

His palm came down on the flesh of her ass, and she moaned, arching her back.

"Fuck me faster."

"Now, love, that's not a direction."

She huffed. "Pull my hair."

She let out a small moan of surprise when he did so, moving his hips faster to meet hers as she pushed against him.

"Spank me," she panted. "Squeeze my breasts. Harder, yes, god, just like that. Fuck."

He moved faster, hitting her g-spot with every thrust, and she moaned his name, panting out her orders. "Spank me. Pull my hair. Oh my god, keep doing that."

She hissed out his name as she came around him, clutching the sheets, her eyes squeezed shut. He continued to pound into her until he found his own release before flipping her over so that he could press his weight on top of her, giving her a rough, biting kiss before rolling off of her.

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