A/N: I was going to save the 50th chapter of Their Things for Wifey's birthday prompt, but I'm having trouble with it, and it's not ALL klaroline, so here are some recent ones and I'll do something special for Chapter 100 instead... XD
Abridged Summaries:
1. Klaus is Caroline's bodyguard. A fan takes a picture of them, and Caroline's twitter fans are very...explicit. Smut.
2. Caroline is buying a vibrator and has no idea what she wants, so Klaus helps her test them. Smut.
3. Caroline and Klaus are stuck at a dog wedding. Slight crack.
4. Klaus gives Caroline a much sexier massage than the kind he does for work. Smut.
Klaus is Caroline's bodyguard. They're secretly dating. A fan takes a picture of him. The internet goes wild.
"Time for the interview, love."
"I know, I know. Give me like, thirty seconds."
"Thirty seconds," Klaus confirmed, trying not to smile as Caroline flitted all over the room, making last minute checks to her make-up and checking the list of questions they gave her in advance.
"I just need to grab some more–"
"Time to go," he interrupted, grabbing her arm and lightly steering her towards the car.
She huffed, but allowed him to do so, and he resisted the urge to put an arm around her instead. Dating Caroline Forbes in secret was the worst kind of torture.
They were just supposed to stop by for an hour before they continued to the set of her television show, which was filming only a mile or so away, and Caroline happily greeted the interviewer and sat down in the provided chair, letting them fuss with the camera angles.
Klaus stood slightly to the side, out of the camera range, taking sips of coffee and looking around at the scenery, absently licking his lips as he drank while Caroline did her interview before steering her back to the car.
A few fans had been hanging around the set, and he heard the click of iPhone camera apps going off, trying not to wince when he realized that his hand had naturally rested on the small of her back and not her shoulder without either of them noticing.
Hopefully no one would make anything of it.
Two hours later...
"Caroline?" he called, sitting in bed, frowning at the picture text from Rebekah.
"Yeah?" she asked, sticking her head around the bathroom doorframe in the hotel room they technically weren't sharing.
Technically.
"Come here a moment."
She padded over to the bed while braiding her hair before tying it off and climbing in next to him. "What's going-oh."
The pair of pictures that had been posted were well-shot. There was one of him licking his lips as he waited for her to be done with the interview, and one of him steering her into the car with his hand a bit lower than was publicly acceptable.
She winced. "It's just rumours at this point. They can't do anything."
He nodded, still frowning. Caroline opened her twitter to make her promotional tweet for the interview and groaned. "Oh, no…"
"What's the matter, love?"
She just thrust the phone at him, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms.
"Hashtag Klaroline," he mumbled. "Why did they stick our names together? And how did they find out my–"
"They 'ship' it," she interrupted, using airquotes.
"Beg pardon?"
"Like, they want us to be together as a couple."
"We're a bit ahead of them on that, aren't we?"
She laughed. "A bit."
He continued scrolling through her mentions. "They're not very filtered are they? 'Let me know when you're done with him, because I'd like to try that tongue on me'," he quoted, grinning, dodging her grab for her phone. "Oh, or this one, 'That sex must be good, you go get the D'. Well, I'm not quite sure what 'getting the D' means, but I think I have a guess–"
"Give me my phone," she said, half-laughing, climbing on top of him to grab it while he continued to scroll through the mentions.
"No, not filtered at all… 'You'll have beautiful babies with the hot bodyguard,' they're getting a bit ahead of themselves aren't they?"
She finally managed to grab her phone out of his hand by straddling him and set it down on the side table. "Just a bit," she said before letting out a small breath of surprise when he gripped her arse over the fabric of her skirt, pulling her covered core against his rapidly hardening cock.
"I suggest we follow your fans' suggestions."
"Which ones? Because trust me, there are definitely a few that have some really bad ones."
"The one about having my tongue on you, or you 'getting the D'. Your choice."
"Please never use that phrase again in my presence," she mumbled before moaning softly as his hand moved under her skirt and between her legs to press against her slit.
He flipped them over and bunched her skirt around her waist, stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs as he dropped kisses across her jaw and neck. She tilted her head to the side, murmuring encouragements, and he smiled against her skin before peeling her blouse off and brushing his lips down her collarbone to her breasts.
He unhooked her bra, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor, and tugged gently at one of her nipples with his teeth, soothing the bite with his tongue as he kneaded her other breast with his palm before rolling her nipple between his fingers.
"That feels good, Klaus."
He smirked, pulling up to tug off his shirt and then slanting his lips against hers, reaching down to undo his jeans as he did so, freeing his hard cock. He stroked himself a few times before reaching down to press his fingers against her pussy.
"You're so wet for me, love," he said against her jaw, dragging his teeth down her neck.
She nodded, moaning loudly and parting her legs a bit more, encouraging him.
He pushed inside her, fucking her slowly, his hands moving to grip her hips as he filled her. She arched her back, wrapping her legs around his waist to push him deeper, gripping the sheets with her hands. "Faster, Klaus, please…"
He increased the speed of his thrusts, the slap of skin against skin filling the room as she panted out his name, moving her hands to claw her fingernails down his back. He caught her mouth with his again, pushing his tongue into her mouth, both of them groaning as Caroline writhed beneath him, her body taut as she teetered on the edge before clenching around him, moaning loudly against his mouth. He fucked her through her orgasm, coming only a few moments later, and collapsed on top of her before rolling off and pulling her against him.
"You should let your fans know that you got–"
"No sex ever again if you finish that sentence or touch my twitter account," she mumbled against his skin.
Naughty Drabble request! Klaus works in an upscale sex shop and care stops by one day because her boyfriend ain't cutting it. Klaus uses toys on her. Thank you smut queen
"Can I help you find something?"
Caroline froze and turned to face the person who had spoken. He was looking at her expectantly, his eyes darting to the shelf she'd been standing in front of for the past ten minutes.
It wasn't her fault there were so many different choices for vibrators, okay?
"I think I'm okay," she said, averting her eyes.
She glanced at him again and saw him giving her a sympathetic look, though she could tell he was trying not to smile. "Judging by your expression, I'm assuming you've never been here before?"
She shrugged, staying silent, the blush creeping steadily up her face. "I work here," he said, and she gave him a raised eyebrow.
"I can tell. You have a nametag."
He really did smile that time, and she tried to ignore the dimples. "Tried" being the operative word.
"Right. I was just trying to say that no matter what you're looking for, I've probably assisted in finding things that were for more obscure purposes. I do this every day. There's no need to be embarrassed."
"How do you know I'm looking for something unobscure?"
"You're blushing while standing in front of a shelf of vibrators, love."
"Don't call me love," she mumbled. "And you don't know. Maybe I'm hanging out here while I try to decide between looking for a penis leash or a strap-on."
His lips twitched. "Well, far be it from me to prevent you from continuing on your quest for penis leashes."
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and turning back to the vibrator wall. "I just want a regular one," she said, glaring at the shelf as though it had personally offended her.
"What are you looking for? Something large or small? Do you want it to have different levels of vibration? What material do you want?"
She blinked. "Um, I don't know. I've never used one."
"All right," he said, his tone completely non-judgmental. "Well, there are some that are remote controlled, which can be easier to use yourself. Others are tailored more towards others using them on you."
"I'll be using them on myself," she said, pursing her lips.
He looked like he wanted to ask, but didn't, and so she elaborated. "My boyfriend isn't...well, wasn't cutting it."
"Recent past tense, I take it?"
Caroline shrugged. "Being bad at sex is one thing, but being bad at sex and unwilling to listen to what I want is completely different."
He nodded. "Right then. So, would you like one with a remote, then?"
She bit her lip, her gaze scanning over the packages before shrugging. "I honestly don't know. I have no idea what I like," she said, before adding an absent-minded, "I wish you guys had try me samples."
She was joking, but when she looked at the shop-person, his eyes had darkened slightly, his lips curling into a small smirk. "We don't normally provide that sort of service."
"Normally?" she asked, figuring that if she was going to put her foot in her mouth she might as well go for the whole leg.
"I might be able to make an exception. Just once."
"Oh?"
He nodded. "Why don't you grab a few that look tempting and I'll meet you in the back in a few moments. I just need to close up for lunch."
There was something in the way that the words rolled off his tongue that made her ache between her thighs, and judging by his self-satisfied smile, he knew exactly what was going on.
"Why don't you choose for me?" she suggested, giving him a seductive smile.
"If that's what you wish, love. The office is down that hall over there."
She nodded, turning to walk down the hall, listening to Klaus shut the door, the bell at the top ringing softly as he did so. The office was unlocked, and she walked in.
The desk was clear, and she hopped up to sit on it, crossing her legs to let her dress ride up on her thighs.
He gave her a small smirk when he walked in with three packages in his arms, as well as a knife that he used to open the plastic, which he set aside.
"So...Klaus. Is that your real name, or do you people have stripper names?"
He laughed. "You people?" asked, pulling one of the toys out of the packaging.
She just raised an eyebrow, and he smirked. "You'll never know, love."
"But how will I know what name to moan?" she teased, hoping she wasn't crossing some sort of invisible boundary (though, to be fair, she was 100% certain that fucking a patron with a sex toy in the back office wasn't exactly in his job description).
"Let's just say that my mother would be offended if she heard you call it a 'stripper name'."
"Well, sorry to your mother."
"Although, if you insist on moaning my name, I'd prefer 'Niklaus', my full name."
"That's a bit sexier isn't it," Caroline agreed, trying to fight down a smile to keep her solemn expression.
"Just a bit. May I ask your name, or shall I just keep calling you 'love'?"
"Caroline."
"Well, Caroline," he began, and she rubbed her thighs together at the way her name rolled off of his tongue. "Lie back on the desk and spread your legs for me."
She stood up to slide her thong slowly down her legs, enjoying the lust in his gaze as his eyes raked up and down her form, before sitting back on the desk and laying back, obligingly pulling her dress up around her hips to spread her legs for him.
"This is one of our more popular ones," he said casually as he pulled a package of batteries out of the desk and slotted them into the toy.
He went on to explain how to use it, his voice husky, caressing the words as he let them fall from his lips, and she found herself growing more wet just from the sound. She felt his finger stroke her entrance, and she moaned, arching her back slightly, her eyes closing.
"You're so wet already," he muttered, pushing two fingers into her and pumping them slowly.
"We're testing the toys, not your fingers," she reminded him, rolling her hips against his fingers.
"That we are, love."
She felt the tip of the first one press against her and she couldn't help the wanton moan that escaped her lips as he pushed it in. She felt it move slowly inside her, and she bent her knees, spreading her legs wider to encourage him to push it deeper.
He began to narrate again, but she interrupted him. "Don't talk unless you're going to talk dirty to me," she panted out.
She was slightly surprised by her own daring, and from the sharp intake of breath from him, he was as well.
"Not as innocent as you appear are you, Caroline?"
"I guess not," she said, her voice breathless.
Her walls clenched around the toy, and he began moving it faster and deeper. "I'm so close."
He immediately pulled it away, and she moaned at the loss, her fingers curling around the edge of the desk. "Why'd you stop?"
"We need to test the other ones, of course."
She glared at him, pushing herself up on her elbows to make sure he saw her face, which she knew must be flushed from arousal, and her eyes widened slightly when she saw how hard he was through his jeans. Her lips curled at the corners. "Do you like fucking me with a toy while I lie on the desk in front of you?" she asked, her voice husky.
He didn't answer, but she was sure she saw a vein in his jaw twitch as he picked up the next one. "This one stimulates your clit as well," he said softly, and she moaned as he pressed it into her, her hips jerking almost involuntarily as he began to move it in and out of her.
She moaned, rolling her hips, her knuckles almost white from how tight she was gripping the desk. "Yes, Niklaus...Just like that...fuck."
"You've certainly got a mouth on you."
"Bet you'd like my mouth on you," she mumbled before she could stop herself.
"Oh, I would very much."
His goddamn accent and the roughness of his voice combined with how hard and fast he was fucking her with the toy almost made her come, and he seemed to realize this because he pulled this one out as well.
A remote control was pressed into her hand, and she frowned. "What–"
"You're testing these, remember?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly, though she'd honestly forgotten somewhere in between her almost-orgasms.
"Touch yourself for me," he said, and she was sure it was the sexiest thing she'd ever heard.
She pushed the toy inside of her and reached down to rub her clit, the other hand fiddling with the remote to change the intensity of the vibration as she rolled her hips against it, making sure it stayed inside her.
She heard the rustle of fabric and smirked. "Are you touching yourself watching me, Niklaus?"
"Yes."
She moaned louder, her back arching as she rubbed her clit faster, and she could hear him groan as she panted out his name like an expletive, followed by a long string of please, god please, fuck…and she wasn't surprised when she heard the tug of a zipper being undone.
She reached down to pull the toy out, letting it fall to the floor along with the remote and lifted her hips.
"Want to be my boy toy?" she asked, almost unable to get the words out through her ragged breaths.
She heard the tear of a packet and smirked to herself as the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance just a few seconds later, and she spread her legs further, lifting her hips to allow him better access as he pushed in.
He fucked her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her skin as he gripped her hips tightly in his palms, pulling them against his cock. She wrapped her legs around him, knowing that the heels of her stilettos were probably digging into his back, but he didn't seem to mind as he groaned out her name, telling her how tight and hot she was and how good she felt wrapped around him and yes, scream my name for me, love. I want to hear how much you like my cock in you.
She was clawing at the wood of the desk, her breathing fast and ragged as she choked out his name, begging him to fuck her faster and harder, and she felt the tightness in her core shatter when she tipped over the edge as he fucked her through her orgasm while she writhed underneath him.
He came shortly afterwards, and she straightened her clothes after he broke away, disposing of the condom and making sure to pick up the toys from the floor.
"So, any of them appeal to you?" he asked.
His voice would have been casual if it wasn't thickly coated with desire.
"One of them definitely did," she said, sliding off the table and bending to pick up her thong to find it gone. She looked up to see him smirking, rubbing the lace between his fingers.
"Which one, love?"
"It'll drop down to 'none' if the one I'm interested in doesn't give me back my thong in the next five seconds."
"I'll give it back to you tonight."
She raised an eyebrow. "Confident."
"I'll meet you at the burger place down the street? Six o'clock?"
She gave him an assessing look, narrowing her eyes. "Okay. Six o'clock."
kc + "our weirdo friends are throwing a wedding for their dogs and we both got dragged along."
"This is ridiculous," Klaus mumbled under his breath, making his pew companion give him a knowing look as she discreetly tried to hide her iPhone behind the wedding program so that she could play Candy Crush Saga instead of watching the spectacle unfolding in front of them.
Klaus regretted that he'd listened to his sister for once and turned his phone off. He gave the blonde next to him an envious look, and she shot him a small smile as he watched over her shoulder.
She hit the button to go back to the home screen, and he watched her hit the Scrabble button. She shot him a subtle raised eyebrow and he nodded. She scooted infinitesimally closer to him and turned her phone away so that he couldn't see her screen, her tongue between her teeth as she considered her letters.
She tapped and dragged the letters, trying to glance up at the altar every few seconds before sliding the phone to him.
He had to restrain a laugh at what she'd named the game.
dog wedding salvation
Really, he couldn't blame her. He didn't know that dog weddings existed until he got the wedding invitation meticulously crafted by his sister inviting him to the pending nuptials between Snickers and Skittles.
And no, that hadn't been planned.
Rebekah's German Shepherd was named 'Skittles' ironically (poor thing), and her best friend Katherine had always had a thing for the chocolate bars. Their dogs were obnoxious.
The blonde next to him was Caroline, the third in their little trio, who he'd met in passing exactly three times (not that he could remember each one of them distinctly with perfect clarity, or anything). Once over Skype when she walked into his sister's room to ask something about their entertainment system, once at Rebekah's birthday party where he'd introduced himself and thought she'd been laughing at him until he went to the bathroom and saw that he had chocolate frosting on his nose, and once when she'd asked him to pass the chocolate sauce at the ice cream bar for Rebekah's next birthday party.
He hadn't Facebook stalked her, or looked at Rebekah's Instagram, or asked Rebekah subtle questions about her, but he knew her face (because fine, he had Facebook and Instagram stalked her).
He had a feeling that his sister had purposefully engineered the seating placements so that they were next to each other (matchmaking was her favorite activity after shopping and apparently throwing absurd weddings for her dog).
It really was absurd, though. Of course, he didn't mind seeing Caroline in a pretty dress, but there were only about seven guests, all of whom looked bored out of their minds. He wasn't even quite sure how Rebekah convinced him to go, besides free food (and he had to admit that as a bachelor in his early twenties, free food was almost a 100% guarantee of his attendance).
He nearly groaned out loud when Caroline passed her phone back, apparently having made a seven letter word (she was soundly thrashing him at the game), and she seemed to be suppressing a laugh at the look on his face. He made his word and handed it back to her.
There was a very pointed clearing of Rebekah's throat, and he looked up to see her glaring at both of them as Stefan stood in between the dogs at the front, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. Literally anywhere.
This caused Klaus to start making a mental list of all the places he'd rather be (including a family dinner including his father or a room of angry lions), but he took Caroline's phone back when she handed it to him.
This is the actual worst, she'd written on her notes app.
I agree.
She rolled her eyes.
Do you want to get out of here?
For what? he asked, inwardly praying that she meant sex. God, please let it be sex. He'd only been fantasizing about it for the last two years.
You look terrified. It's kind of cute. I'll meet you in front. I'm not exactly religious, but I feel uncomfortable having sex in church.
He looked up at her, and she was looking away from him at the dogs at the front.
I'm not terrified of sex.
Oh, I know. Rebekah has some complaints about the amount of girls you brought home. You're terrified of me. Don't worry. I don't bite. Unless you're into that ;)
That was a terrible pick-up line,
Did it work?
I'll see you in front five after you leave.
He passed the phone back and turned to the front where Rebekah was looking at them suspiciously. Caroline got up and left a minute or so later, and when he stood up about five minutes after, Rebekah raised an eyebrow before rolling her eyes, making a small shooing motion with her hand.
He walked to the front to see Caroline there, leaning against the railing. She pushed herself off and walked towards him, her arms crossed over her chest. "You could have just asked me out you know."
He shrugged, his hands in his pockets. "You didn't seem all that interested."
"I'm interested," she said simply, a smile spreading across her face.
"All right. I'll take you to dinner tonight."
"It's only like, two o'clock."
He raised his eyebrows, fighting down a smile, and decided that Caroline wasn't quite so intimidating when she blushed.
Can you write for me a drabble All Human, where Klaus is a masseur and Caroline needs to relax after a stressful week of work. Of course smut ;) A kiss from Paola (an italian fan who loves your stories! ps. sorry for my grammar .)
He dropped his keys in the bowl by the door, closing and locking it behind him. "Caroline?" he called, making his way up the stairs.
It was odd. His girlfriend was usually home by now (unless she was having a late day at the office, but then she'd text him to let him know not to wait for her for dinner), and usually she would at least yell a greeting from wherever she was in their small house.
He poked his head into their bedroom, half-expecting to find Caroline asleep (she'd been overworking herself lately, and he'd told her so many times that she needed to slow down, but she brushed it off).
His instincts had been correct, and she was face down on the bed, her heels dangling off her toes and her dress bunched up around her legs. He debated on not waking her, but he knew that her sleep schedule being off would be worse than her irritability at having to wake up from her nap.
"Caroline?" he said softly, brushing her hair behind her ear and rubbing her back lightly.
"That feels nice," Caroline mumbled, turning her face to the side and cracking an eye open.
"I should hope so."
She laughed quietly and turned over, stretching out over the bed on her back, kicking off her shoes. "I had the worst day ever."
"I'm sorry, love. Is there anything I can do?"
"Give me a massage."
"The kind that I do for my job, or the kind that isn't at all like my job and usually ends up with you screaming my name?" he asked dryly.
"Mmm...Both please."
He laughed quietly. "I doubt you'll feel much like the second after the first."
"Fair enough," she said, sitting up slowly and pushing off the bed, a whine of discomfort escaping her as she stretched before lifting up her hair and turning away from him.
"So which option would that be?" he asked, obligingly unzipping her dress.
"Option two, obviously."
He moved behind her, kissing her neck and shoulder softly as he ran his hands down her sides, softly stroking the swell of her hips, hooking his fingers around the hem of her thong. "I approve this plan," he mumbled against her skin, placing open-mouthed kisses to it, her taste lingering sweetly on his tongue.
"Of course you do."
She sighed in contentment as his lips and tongue continued to tease her skin, his palms moving slowly up her sides, pausing to rub lightly against her taut stomach, his fingers trailing over her ribs, raking his nails lightly against her.
He moved his hands to cup her breasts through her bra, unhooking the front clasp to knead them with his palms, pinching her nipples lightly, making her lean back into him and moan softly. He pulled her back against his front more tightly, wedging one of his legs between her thighs, smirking against her shoulder as she rolled her hips against it.
He moved backwards to the bed, keeping her secure against him before turning around and gently guiding her to lie face-down, climbing on to settle on his knees behind her, knocking her legs aside gently to spread them before leaning over her, running his palms gently up and down her back before gripping her shoulders lightly, stroking them with his thumbs, making her shudder in pleasure, moaning softly.
"That feels so nice."
He grinned, rubbing her shoulders a bit more before trailing his hands down to her hips again, running them over her arse to her inner thighs, lightly scratching his fingernails against the sensitive skin, making her hips jerk.
"Relax," he said quietly, and by her irritated huff he could tell she heard the smile in it.
"There's relaxing and there's releasing tension. I want the latter, not the former."
That surprised a low chuckle out of him, and Caroline shifted under his hands.
"Klaus," she mumbled impatiently. "Touch me."
"I am touching you."
"Not in the right places."
"Well, where do you want me to touch you?"
"Are you serious right now?"
He didn't answer, simply moving his fingers closer to the apex of her thighs. "Here?"
"Closer."
"Closer to where?" he teased, brushing his fingertip torturously close to her center.
He tried to fight down a laugh as she huffed irritably, twisting around to lie on her back and grabbing his hand, pulling it to her core. "Here."
He was straining against his jeans, watching her on her back, her eyes dark with her legs spread for him, and she looked at him as though she knew exactly where his thoughts were going, arching her back and letting her eyes flutter shut as one of his fingers circled her entrance, her lips slightly parted, tongue darting out to lick them.
"Please," she whispered, rolling her hips against his fingers.
"Please, what?"
Her eyes flew open and she glared at him, making him grin and he pushed two fingers into her wet heat, making her moan loudly, her legs spreading just a bit more, fingers winding into the bedsheets.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes," she said impatiently. "More please."
He began to pump his fingers inside of her, his thumb brushing her clit every few strokes, and she moaned his name as he moved to pinch and roll her nipples as the other hand fucked her hard, hooking his fingers against her walls to brush her g-spot with every stroke.
She was writhing beneath him now, clawing at the sheets as she arched her back for him. She'd always been so perfectly responsive to his touch, her body sensitive and wanting for him, and he moved his hand to stroke her inner thigh, his fingers never breaking the rhythm of their thrusts, and she panted out that she was going to come, her back arching, eyelids fluttering shut.
She was breathing raggedly as she came down from her high, and she smiled at him brightly, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand to her mouth. She held his gaze, her eyes dark with lust as she ran her tongue along his fingers in long, lazy strokes, licking her juices away before wrapping her lips around them, letting her tongue swipe over the pads of his fingers.
He was almost painfully hard by the time she pulled his fingers away from her mouth, licking her lips and undoing the button of his jeans, pushing them down and grasping him. He groaned, his hips instinctively thrusting against her palm.
She smirked. "Like that?"
"Yes," he ground out, looming over her, supporting himself on his elbows as she stroked him firmly before guiding him to her soaking core, swearing as he pushed in, her walls clenching around his cock.
He fucked her slowly, the thrusts of his hips matching the rhythm of hers as he bent down to capture her lips with his, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, making her moan. She clawed at his hair and back, wrapping her legs around his waist as they moved together, and he groaned her name as his balls tightened, fucking her faster, his balls slapping against her skin.
He reached down in between them to rub her clit, his teeth raking against her lips and jaw, and he felt her come around him, panting and moaning as she dug her fingernails into his back, the pleasurably painful scratches tipping him over the edge.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed those :) Let me know what you thought!
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-Angie