A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline tells Klaus she loves him. Klaus is allergic to feelings. Smut.
2. Klaus and Caroline are college roommates. He finds her vibrator. They have sex. Smut.
Enjoy!
-Angie

Aloha! :) Hope you are having a happy spring, and I have a Drabble request if you are still taking them..? Would you consider a future piece (vampire-universe) where Care tells Klaus she loves him for the first time, and he gets all bugged out about it until eventually deflecting with sex? A little bit of fluff, smut, and angst all in one.. Please! / kc + "I love you, Klaus. Either you believe it or not, I do." and he looked scared.

The stench of blood was strong when she walked into the house, and she felt veins creep up under her eyes. She took a few deep breaths, suppressing them as best she could, before following the smell to the basement. She knew what she'd find, but she always had a bizarre urge to check to make sure, as though she didn't hear Klaus's voice, soft and dangerous, interrogating whatever poor soul had ended up down there.

She knocked on the door of the stairs and entered without waiting for him to say anything (say what you wanted about Caroline's mother, but she did instill some manners), trying not to sigh in exasperation at what she found.

There was a man covered in blood but apparently completely unharmed (vampire or werewolf, then), tied to a chair, glaring at Klaus, who was looking at Caroline somewhat guiltily, holding a knife in his hand. "How was your day, love?" he asked, slipping the knife into his back pocket and walking over to peck her on the lips.

"Fine, but don't touch me, you'll get blood on my clothes. What did this one do?"

"Plotting to kill you," Klaus said, and she could hear how angry and upset he was despite his attempt at a casual tone.

"Do you have proof?"

"I'm bleeding the vervain out so that I can question him."

Vampire, then.

"Okay, well, make sure he actually did something before you kill him, okay?"

He nodded, giving her a calculating look, and she managed a grim smile before leaving.

She felt like a masochist whenever she walked down those stairs. She hated seeing people hurt and tortured, and though she'd become used to seeing Klaus covered in the blood of other people, she doubted she'd ever be okay with it.

However, turning a blind eye to the occasional torture session was one of the unofficial compromises of their relationship, and she wasn't going to start blaming him for it now. He always looked so guilty whenever she walked in, though. He knew it bothered her, she was sure, but she couldn't ask him to change who he was for her.

If she wanted to date a fluffy bunny vampire, she wouldn't be with him.

She took a quick shower and changed out of her work clothes into a pair of yoga pants and a tank top and fell back onto their bed, exhausted from her day. She fooled around on her phone for a while, turning it off and putting it aside when she heard Klaus's heavy footsteps walking up the stairs.

He slid open the door and she gave him a small smile as he stripped out of his blood-soaked clothes.

"How did it go?"

"He was planning to take you and hold you for leverage until I agreed to dagger myself for a year. Ridiculous plan, really."

"Especially considering the daggers don't work on you."

He smiled slightly. "Yes, there's that. I'm going to take a shower. Join me?"

She nodded despite the fact that she'd just had one, sensing that the shower was more of a metaphor for 'are you mad at me'. "Can you put your clothes to soak though? I know that you have more money than you know what to do with, but if you keep throwing them in the hamper with dried blood all over them I'll be forced to buy you new clothes, and I might even invest in some colored shirts."

"Oh, the horror," he said dryly.

"I'm thinking a nice burnt red. It'll bring out your eyes."

He rolled his eyes, obligingly taking one of the tanks of premixed hydrogen peroxide and water and pouring it into the plastic basin with his clothes before grabbing some new ones out of the closet and disappearing into the bathroom. She heard the water running and stripped, following him in.

Their shower was large, almost taking up half the bathroom space, with a polished tile floor and glass paneled doors. He was standing under one of the three showerheads scrubbing his skin with soap, the water running red down the drain, and when she stepped in she inhaled the scent of him, woodsy and masculine, and he gave her a dimpled smile.

She smiled back, cupping his face and kissing him as the soap from his chest dripped down her breasts. His hands fell on her hips and he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "I know that you don't approve of my methods for extracting information, but–"

"Klaus, stop," she said firmly, and before he could say anything, she continued with, "I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this relationship, okay?"

He nodded, still clearly a bit uneasy, but he'd always been terrible at talking about his feelings, and she was surprised he'd even brought it up. She took a deep breath, deciding to spit out the words that had been marinating in her for the last few months, that she'd been terrified to say.

But he needed reassurance, and she needed to tell him, to reassure herself.

"I love you, Klaus. Either you believe it or you don't, but I do."

He looked scared. Terrified, even, and she wondered whether saying it had been a mistake.

She knew that he loved her, but it hurt that he didn't choke out the words himself, even after he seemed to collect himself, the water still pouring down on them in rivets, their hair sticking to their faces, his hands slippery on her waist.

She reached back to turn the water off, sensing there wouldn't be much washing happening and not wanting to waste water (because she'd be on earth for the apocalypse, thank you, and had no interest in having no humans to feed on). She stepped out of their shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. "I'm going to get dressed," she said quietly, slightly ashamed of her voice cracking because she knew he loved her and that he was terrified of feelings, but good god, would it kill him to give her some reassurance?

Was she weak for feeling like she needed it?

She had only taken a step before he had sped them to the bed, tearing her towel off, his lips crashing into hers, desperate and rough.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands drifting down his back as he gripped her hips, grinding his hard cock against her thigh. His lips moved from her mouth to her cheek, pressing light kisses and nips down her jaw to her neck and collarbone before he palmed one breast with his hand, taking the other nipple in his mouth, making her moan and arch her back, one hand fisting the sheets and the other tangled in his hair. He pulled at her nipples lightly with his fingers and teeth, his other hand trailing down to stroke her inner thighs before lazily circling her entrance.

"Klaus…" she moaned, trailing off, spreading her legs a bit wider to allow him easier access.

He pushed two fingers into her soaking pussy, curling his fingers slightly to brush against her walls, making her hips jerk towards his hand. He set a slow, languid rhythm, letting his lips trail down her abdomen as he approached her core with his mouth, lightly teasing her inner thighs with his tongue and teeth before he pulled his fingers out to hold her hips down with his hands.

She spread her legs for him, and moaned loudly as he swirled his tongue around her clit before pressing her hips down as he teased her entrance with his tongue, tugging her body so that his face was as close to her center as possible, her juices soaking his lips.

He pushed his tongue into her entrance and she swore loudly, tangling her fingers harder in his curls and pressing his face into her, feeling him smile slightly as he pleasured her with his mouth.

"Fuck, Klaus…Oh my god, that feels so good…"

The sounds he made as he licked her pussy were so filthy and delicious, making her core ache despite the thorough tonguefucking he was giving her. She screamed for him, begging him, the expletives falling from her mouth making him smirk as she pulled at his hair, and he moaned against her, cupping her ass and lifting her slightly to encourage her thighs to rest on his shoulders.

She felt the coil in her belly tighten and snap, and she screamed his name as she came on his tongue, her mind going blissfully blank at the pleasure of it.

His mouth was back on hers, his tongue plundering her mouth, making her taste herself, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as his cock pushed into her, filling her so fucking perfectly. She rolled her hips against him, anxious for him to move, and he did so, pinching her nipples as he fucked her slowly, pulling at her lips with his teeth and tongue before leaving bright red marks on her neck, the air around them filling with the sounds of skin on skin and Caroline's soft almost unintelligible begging for him to fuck her harder and faster, almost ashamed at how freely her pleading for him fell off her tongue.

He didn't seem to mind, though, his hips moving faster in response to her requests, and she came again, her pussy clenching hard around his cock, and he groaned her name as he spilled inside her just a few moments later.

He was draped over her, his body a pleasant weight on hers, and he nuzzled her neck, dropping soft kisses on it. Her breathing was still short and slightly ragged, and she moved slightly to catch his lips with hers. "I love you," she repeated.

He nodded, not saying anything, but his thumb was rubbing circles on her hip and he was looking at her like she was the center of his universe, and despite the fact that he couldn't seem to choke out the words, she knew that he felt the same way.

KLAROLINE! "That is the sexiest thing I've ever heard." ps your drabbles are da best / "that is the sexiest thing i've ever heard…" Klaus and Caroline are roomates at college. He finds a vibrator in Caroline's bedside drawer one day and teases her about it until she confesses her sinful actions ;D

"Caroline?" Klaus called as he walked into their room.

He shared the triple with two girls: Caroline and Katherine, and contrary to what most people seemed to initially believe, he hadn't had sex with either (or both) of them.

From day one, Caroline had separated the room into thirds, and they'd hung up a curtain between the girls and him, and they lived a mostly peaceful existence.

That didn't mean that he wouldn't be one hundred percent on-board with having sex with one of them. One of them meaning Caroline, of course. Katherine was a bit too violent for his tastes (from what he'd heard when he came to get his psych 101 textbook and found a sock on the doorknob).

The sexual tension between the two of them was overwhelming and heated. She looked at him when she thought he wasn't looking (he was always looking), and he saw the hunger in her eyes as her gaze roved his body.

He huffed when he found the room empty and checked his phone again, reading the conversation over.

Katherine: I forgot my wallet.

Klaus: Good for you.

Katherine: Let me rephrase that, I need you to get me my wallet.

Klaus: Why can't you do it yourself?
Katherine: In case you haven't noticed, you need your student ID card to get through the front door.

Klaus: Fine, where is it?

Katherine: It should be in the bedside table. Caroline should be getting out of class soon, so she'll know.

Klaus: Why can't Caroline just get it then?

Katherine: She'll be busy.

Klaus: And I'm not busy?

Katherine: Just get it. Text me when you have it.

Klaus huffed and walked to the table wedged between the girls' beds. There were two drawers, each labeled with one of the girls' opened Katherine's first, moving the contents around and the wallet wasn't there. Muttering obscenities, he decided to check Caroline's as well, and when he opened it, he moved a few things aside before his hand brushed up against something cylindrical.

With buttons.

He carefully pulled out the vibrator, his lips twitching, and flinched when he heard Caroline come into the room at exactly the wrong moment (as usual). "Oh my god, put that down!"

He had two choices: Tell the truth, or give her shit about it.

"Why?" he asked, smirking.

"Why were you going through my bedside drawer?"

"Katherine asked me to get her wallet. She said it was in her bedside drawer, so I looked, and when it wasn't, I thought it could have been in yours by mistake."

"Well, clearly it wasn't. Hand it over."

"I don't know why you're so embarrassed. It's a perfectly natural thing, love."

"I'm not embarrassed, I just don't want to put it in me now that you got your Klaus-germs all over it. I need to sanitize it."

"Do you put it in you often?" he asked innocently, knowing it was a completely inappropriate question.

"Occasionally," she bit out, snatching it away from him. "And Katherine's wallet is on the bedside table. Not in it. If you'd looked for half a second, you would have seen that."

He shrugged, before an evil smile stretched across his face. She looked at him warily.

"So, she said you couldn't bring her the wallet because you'd be busy. I assume this was your excuse?"

"That's kind of a leap," she said, sounding slightly amused. "Katherine says I'm going to be busy and you find a vibrator in my drawer and they're therefore related? No. For your information, I have a research paper to do."

"When's it due?"

She gave him a withering look. "Tuesday."

"You've got time."

"Well, even if I did, you have to bring Katherine her wallet."

He smirked. "So you admit it?"

"Oh my god, Klaus. No. No, I don't admit it. Get your idiot British self and Katherine's wallet out of here so that I can do my paper."

He walked towards her, very conscious of how she was reacting to him. The lick of her lips as he moved, the tensing of her shoulders, the flush overtaking her skin…

"Would you like help with your research paper?"

Her lips twitched.

"I don't know, do you know anything about the different hemispheres of the brain and their complex functions?"

"Some, but I know more about anatomy."

"That was literally the worst pick-up line I have ever heard in my entire life. Ever."

He shrugged. "Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose."

He immediately regretted his wording at Caroline's smug grin. "Beggars, huh?"

He ran his finger down her face. "That's not what I meant, love."

"Sure," she said, smirking, before straightening her expression. "This is a really bad idea."

"What is?"

"Hooking up with my roommate."

"Who said it would be a 'hookup'?"

She glared at him. "What do you think it would be?"

"I think that you should let me press you against the bed and fuck you until you scream my name, asking for more as you wrap your legs around me, rolling your hips so wantonly against my body while I fill you with my cock."

She flushed, and was about to say something-probably along the lines of 'that sounds like a hookup to me'-when he effectively ruined the mood with, "And then let me take you out for dinner."

She scoffed. "You're asking me out?"

"Obviously."

"What happens if we break up?"

"Is that a yes, I'm hearing?"

"No, it's me asking for a contingency plan should I say yes."

"If we break-up I'm sure Katherine will have some choice words and probably go on a crusade to the residential office to get me moved to the other side of the planet. And also beat me with her Renaissance History textbook. Perhaps this isn't such a good idea after a–"

He was interrupted by her lips pressing firmly against his, the toy she was holding dropping to the floor as she cupped his face in her hands. He rested one of his palms on her lower back, pressing her against him, his hand tangled into her hair as he took her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging it lightly, making her moan.

Her hands moved down from his face to wind into his t-shirt, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. He slid his hands down to cup her ass, pulling her with him towards her bed, letting her collapse on top of him. She straddled him, rolling her hips against his already hard cock, moaning at the friction.

He slid his hands under her shirt and unhooked her bra, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She pulled back and pulled her shirt off as well as her bra, letting them fall to the floor, and pulled his shirt off as well, her fingernails scratching pleasurably over his chest.

He palmed her breasts lightly, paying attention to things she seemed to like and doing them repeatedly, he moved his lips down to her neck, sucking lightly, his tongue and teeth teasing her skin. She tipped her head to the side, and he smiled as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against her skin down to her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking lightly, tugging it between his teeth before moving to the other.

Her fingers tangled through his hair, tugging slightly, and he rolled his hips against hers, groaning at the unexpected pleasure of it. "You like that?" she panted, though he could hear the smugness in her tone.

He undid the fastenings of her jeans and flipped them over so that he could tug them off, throwing them to the floor along with her panties before undressing completely himself. "I want you in me, Klaus," she whispered, rolling her hips against him, her eyes shut tightly.

He moved his hand between her legs to make sure she was ready, and she moaned his name softly, her hips jerking to meet the thrusts of his fingers, making him grin.

Her breathing was ragged as she twisted to open her bedside drawer, pulling out a foil wrapped packet and sliding it open stroking him a few times before sliding the condom down his length, making him groan.

"Now, Klaus," she demanded, positioning him at her entrance and lifting her hips in anticipation.

"That is the sexiest thing I've ever heard," he said quietly, pushing inside her and smirking as she moaned his name, her hands moving down to grip the sheets.

"Fuck, Klaus, faster please."

He sped up as they found a fast, harsh rhythm, and she writhed beneath him, her face twisting in pleasure as she lifted her hips to meet his frenzied thrusts. She was loud, and he found himself a bit too pleased with himself at how responsive she was to his touch, how filthy his name sounded falling from her lips like an expletive as she begged for more.

It really was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard…

She panted out that she was about to come, and he reached between them to rub her clit lightly, grinning as she came around him, her walls clenching hard and fast, panting his name out through her moans.

He kept moving inside her as he approached his own release, reaching down to stroke her sensitive nipples, hoping to make her come again before he finished so that he wouldn't leave her half-there, and she seemed to realize what he was doing as she arched her back and wrapped her legs more firmly around him.

"Yes, right there. Do that thing again where you pull...yes, just like that, god Klaus…I'm so close..."

He watched her fall over the edge again, her eyes tightly shut as she panted out his name again, and he continued moving inside her, coming just moments later. He propped himself up on his elbows, groaning when Katherine's ringtone blared through the room, pretending he didn't hear Caroline's "Highway to Hell, Klaus? Really?" and picking it up.

"Katerina."

"I need my wallet. Did you not find it?" she asked irritably, having given up after a month on getting him to call her Katherine.

"I found it."

"Where are you, then?"

"I was busy," he said, dodging the pillow Caroline threw at him.

"Okay...Well, at I'm at the door of the dorm. Let me in so I can get i-Never mind, someone's opening the front door. I'll be up in thirty seconds," she said, hanging up on him.

Caroline was already scrambling for her clothes, apparently having guessed what was going on. Klaus sighed and did the same, pulling on his jeans and watching her frantically straighten up the room.

"If you weren't lying about going out to dinner, she's going to know very soon."

He heard Katherine scoff from the doorway, and they both looked up. "Oh, as though you haven't been eyefucking for months. You all had better keep the curtain up and wait until I'm gone to be busy."

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you liked them. Let me know what you thought :)
Hugs!
-Angie