A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus and Caroline conduct an experiment. Smut.
2. Klaus exchanges sexual favors for Caroline's baked goods. Smut.

Caroline gets annoyed whenever other women calls Klaus 'Nik' (except Rebekah) which leads to Klaus asking her why she hasn't ever called him by that nickname when they've already been together for almost a century, and that should've qualified her enough to be considered as 'family'. She makes that 'seriously?' face and stalks closer towards him, leans up to whisper "Klaus sounds sexier to moan, don't you think?" and they have hot hybrid vampire sex in the living room

She knew that she should have insisted on planning this damn party.

She was incredibly bored, and she knew it had everything to do with Klaus insisting that they hire a party planner instead of just letting her do it. To be fair, she understood why. Whenever she planned parties, she tended to hyperfocus and not give much attention to anything else until it had been pulled off with perfection, and Klaus was, well, needy.

She decided to attempt to stop making a mental list of everything this planner could have done better. She was already a hundred percent certain that they were never using her again. Like, ice sculptures? Seriously? Ugh, so tacky.

She walked to Klaus, her tight dress catching the light as she moved, and he looked up as she approached. "Caroline," he greeted, the warmth in his gaze the kind that was only ever directed towards her. "Margaret, this is my beautiful wife, Caroline."

"Hello, Margaret, nice to meet you," Caroline said pleasantly, her best pageant smile pasted across her face.

"Lovely to meet you as well," the woman said, giving her a gleaming white smile. "I've heard wonderful things from one of Nik's friends in Barcelona just a few months ago."

Caroline's eye twitched at the familiar nickname falling from this woman's lips (who she didn't even know), and she shot Klaus a glare when he grinned at her.

"That's nice," Caroline said, continuing the conversation for a few moments before gracefully excusing herself, ignoring Klaus's obvious amusement.

Hours later when the guests had all cleared out, Caroline was cleaning up quickly, having grown irritated enough with the incompetence of the employees of the catering company to send them all home early.

"What did that cup do to offend you, love?" Klaus asked from behind her, and she turned around, tossing the cup in the trash bag.

"Nothing. I'm just cleaning up. Could you grab a bag and pour the leftovers from the buffet table in?"

"No, but I'll call Erik and have him and Calvin clean the ground floor so that you can join me in our room."

She sighed, throwing the last of the cups from that particular table into the trash bag and letting it fall to the floor. "Okay, sounds good."

She couldn't help but clean off another table as he made the call and went to wash her hands when he announced that the hybrids would be around in a few hours to finish. When she came back, she found him still standing among the clutter, his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

"Caroline, love, may I ask a question?"

"Always."

"Why do you get upset when others call me Nik?"

"It's intimate," she said simply. "I'm not saying that I think that you'll be intimate with them, but it annoys me that they see me as this frivolous pastime that you've picked up or something."

He smiled slightly, resting his hands on her hips and pulling her to him, laying his forehead against hers.

"Well, I don't like it all that much either, to be honest. As you said, it's intimate. However, you've been with me for almost a century, Caroline. I think that you've earned the right to do so with my approval."

She laughed, moving to peck him on the lips, her arms winding around his neck as pressed herself more firmly against him. "But 'Klaus' sounds so much sexier to moan, don't you think?"

He smirked and kissed her a few times, pulling back again to enjoy her flushed face and swollen lips. "I don't know, I think we'll have to test it."

"I guess so. We'll never know until we try it," she said solemnly before breaking out into giggles as they tumbled to the ground, her body cushioned by his.

He tore her dress down the back and she gave him an exasperated look before sliding it down her arms and throwing it to the side, leaving her in just a strapless bra and thong, her heels having been discarded since everyone left.

"So this time, we'll try Klaus, and then we'll have another round where I call you 'Nik'," she said, grinning before leaning down to kiss him again, moaning as he stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"All in the name of science, of course."

"Of course," she agreed, pulling his jacket off and undoing the buttons of his shirt, letting her fingertips run down his chest.

She bent and pressed her lips to his, enjoying the languid, practiced movements they'd perfected over the last ninety-six years, the fire that still burned under her skin when he touched her. His hands stroked her back softly, his finger trailing down her spine, making her shiver, her nipples puckering and rubbing pleasurably against the lace of her bra.

He cupped her ass, squeezing it lightly before flipping them over to press her against the carpet, his mouth still moving against hers, his tongue sweetly stroking hers before he tugged her lower lip between his teeth, making her moan.

His eyes were dark as he pulled away, his gaze still focused on her lips, and she couldn't help but lick them, smiling as his eyes followed the path of her tongue. He bent to lick along her jaw and neck, and she moaned loudly as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot that still made her core clench when his teeth scraped across her skin, his tongue soothing the bite.

She let out a soft gasp as he moved his lips to her collarbone, her hips rolling against the rough fabric of his trousers in anticipation. He smiled against her skin, nipping her lightly with his blunt teeth, making her moan, her fingers tangling in his hair.

She heard the swish of leather and clink of his belt buckle as he unfastened his pants and removed them, and she could feel his cock harden against her inner thigh. She tugged his open shirt away, letting it fall to the floor beside them.

He moved his hands under her back to unclip her bra, immediately swirling his tongue around one of her nipples before tugging it lightly with his teeth. Her back arched as she tugged at his hair, and she felt him smile against her skin.

"Now, Caroline, aren't you supposed to be moaning my name? That was the objective of this experiment after all," he mumbled against her skin, punctuating his words with kisses and nips to the sensitive skin her breasts.

"Klaus," she gasped out, rubbing her thighs together, trying to create friction.

"That's it, love," he whispered, gently tugging her thighs apart to circle her entrance with the tip of his finger as he continued to pleasure her breasts with his tongue.

"Oh god, Klaus…"

She felt the head of his cock brush against her entrance and she spread her legs wider, rolling her hips against him. "Klaus, please."

"Please what, love?"

"Fuck me, Klaus."

He chucked, and swore under her breath as he pushed inside her, both lingering for a moment before Caroline dug her fingernails into his shoulders and rolled her hips against his. "Move," she gasped out.

He did, his movements starting out smooth and slow before he slowly sped up, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through their living room as he bent down to capture her lips with his, his tongue pushing inside her mouth, making her shiver even as she moved against him. When he pulled back he scraped his teeth over her neck again, and she clenched around him, digging her heels into his lower back.

Her moans were getting increasingly louder and more desperate as she panted out his name over and over, tensing as the coil of pleasure tightened in her belly. She tilted her head to the side, a blatant invitation, and moaned loudly when he pierced her skin with his fangs.

"God, Klaus your cock feels so good inside me. I love how hard you fuck me and how you make me scream for you. Make me come, Klaus."

She felt the rush that came with the bloodsharing as she sunk her fangs into his jugular, and they both groaned as his blood began to flow into her mouth. He pulled her legs higher around his waist, moving faster, his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust, and her body stiffened as she tipped over the edge, writhing underneath him, retracting her fangs from his neck before his name fell off her lips in a long drawn-out sigh.

He gritted his teeth as she clenched around him, her fingernails scraping across his back, drawing blood, and he swore under his breath, the growl in his voice starting to build her up again.

She'd spent almost a century finding his sweet spots, the places that made him beg for her, and he loved it when she was rough, the pain mixing with pleasure as filthy words fell off of her tongue, and she utilized it, repeating how much she loved his cock inside her, how she loved it when he fucked her hard and fast, and he managed to hold off until he pinched her nipples harshly and tugged lightly at her hair, bringing her over the edge again, before he spilled inside her.

They laid there for a moment, his body heavy against hers as she became intensely aware of the carpet scratching against her back, and their breathing had almost completely evened when she flipped them over without warning, straddling him and grasping his cock and stroking him as he watched her with dark, lust-filled eyes, soon hard and throbbing against her hand. She sat up on her knees and sunk down on top of him.

"Nik," she gasped, and he raised an eyebrow even as he grabbed her hips, already moving inside her as she rocked her hips against him. "We should test 'Niklaus' after this as well," she gasped out as she clenched around him, reaching down to rub her clit as she moved. "Science, you know."

"Yes, a more thoroughly conducted experiment is needed. For science. Obviously."

Hi! Drabble request where Klaus has a sweet tooth and wants Caroline to make him brownies and offers sexual favours in return. Thanx!

"That smells good, love."

"It's for the bake sale fundraiser at the school."

"You don't even go to the local high school."

"It's not for the high school, it's for the elementary school. Bonnie's daughter goes there and they need the money. I offered to help."

Klaus reached over and took a brownie off the cooling rack, making Caroline shoot him an exasperated look, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips as he took a bite. "This is excellent."

"Good to know. They'll be $3 apiece."

"That's a bit expensive for a sweet."

"It's supposed to be. It's a bake sale."

"Could I convince you to make a few more batches for me?"

She laughed as she stirred the next bowl of batter, pouring it into a pan and bending to slip it into the oven, pretending not to notice Klaus's gaze linger on the way her jeans hugged the curve of her ass. "Maybe. I've already been baking for a few hours, though."

"I'll make it worth your while," he said quietly, pulling her back to rest against his front and dropping soft kisses on her neck.

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"All right. Can we take a rain check for this weekend? I need to finish these and wrap them up for Bonnie."

"Tonight," Klaus bargained, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, causing a stab of arousal to hit her core.

"I don't know, Klaus."

"I'll pay you."

"Not to rub it in your face or anything, but I share your bank accounts."

He chuckled, nipping her skin lightly. "I'll pay you in other, more pleasurable ways."

She laughed quietly, arching her back to push her breasts against his palms, humming contentedly as he squeezed them lightly. "You give me mindblowing sex every night anyway."

"Really, love. Anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Yes. Anything."

She considered his offer, biting her lip as she cocked her head to the side to allow him better access to her neck. "Okay. I'll be back around six. Wait here for me."

He smiled against her skin as he brushed his lips across her skin, his tongue darting out to run a slick, pleasurable trail across her collarbone. "Of course, love," he mumbled before pulling back to let her continue her baking.

XXX

When she came back from the bake sale, she found Klaus waiting impatiently for her in the kitchen, and she couldn't suppress a huff of exasperation. "Seriously?"

"What, love?"

"How long have you been sitting there waiting for me?" she asked as she kicked off her shoes.

He shrugged. "Only a few minutes. I heard your car pull into the drive."

She smiled slightly as she sauntered up to him, tugging his shirt over his head and running her fingertips down his chest to his belt, undoing it and pulling it off.

"Not that I'm complaining, love, but what are you doing?" he asked as his jeans fell on the floor before she covered his mouth with hers, stroking his cock with her hand.

"Unzip me?" she asked, turning away and lifting her hair for him to unzip her dress, which pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it and unhooked her bra before sliding her thong down her legs.

Humming to herself as though she wasn't walking around naked in her kitchen (with an equally naked Klaus sitting leaning against their table), she reached up to grab the flour from the cabinet, waving him over to help.

"Can you do the dry ingredients?" she asked as she bent down to program the oven to preheat and standing up to see him still looking a bit confused.

"The point of this is that you make me brownies," he said slowly.

"Fine. I was just thinking it might go faster if you helped."

He looked a bit torn before shaking his head. "I like watching you."

She scoffed. "You like watching me bake naked in the kitchen? Is this some sort of twisted '50s housewife fantasy?" she asked, feeling her core tighten when she saw him lick his lips as his eyes roved her body.

"I like watching you naked anywhere. And no, it's not."

"Well, you're supposed to owe me sexual favors, not the other way around, and I think that watching me bake naked in the kitchen counts as a sexual favor to you."

His eyes were heated and she felt a more intense ache bloom in her lower belly. "On the contrary, love, I think you're rather enjoying it."

She bit her lip, knowing that he could smell the wetness pooling between her thighs, and she shrugged. "Maybe. Doesn't change that it's supposed to be a sexual favor for me."

"Well, maybe you should be more explicit with your expectations."

"Okay. I want one orgasm per batch, and I want them from your tongue."

He frowned. "How is that a reward from me? I love the sounds you make when I pleasure you with my mouth."

She felt the ache in her core become more pronounced and she glared at him.

He was clearly fighting down a small smile at her annoyance, and his eyes roved her body as she set a few sticks of butter out on the counter to soften before standing on her toes to reach the cupboard where they kept the electric mixer.

She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, knew that her breasts were swaying as she stirred the batter, purposefully arching her back with her ass in the air as she leant to put the first pan in the oven.

She stood up and dragged her finger along the inside of the mixing bowl, making a show of licking the batter off of her finger while keeping eye contact with Klaus. He watched her, his eyes dark, and she smirked as she sauntered to him, grabbing his hands and planting them on the table on either side of him. "Keep them there until I tell you to move them."

"Of course, sweetheart," he said indulgently, kissing her quickly and giving her a cheeky grin when she glared at him, trying to fight down a smile.

"Klaus, I told you no touching."

"Sorry love, couldn't resist."

She scoffed, though she was unable to stifle the giggle that snuck through, and Klaus gave her a smug grin. "Do you want brownies or not?"

"Yes, love."

"Good."

She walked to the kitchen counter next to the oven and checked the timer before hopping on it and sitting on the surface, spreading her legs. "Come here on your knees for me, Klaus."

"That's what you want, love? Me on my knees for you with my face buried between your thighs?" he asked, and she wondered how it was possible for him to look like a predator when he was crawling towards her while she sat on the counter, his muscles rippling as he moved.

"Yes," she said, a bit breathless.

"Do you want me to tonguefuck you, Caroline? Do you want my teeth to scrape along your inner thighs until you beg? For my lips to close around your clit as you writhe against me?" he asked, settling in front of her, his breath hot against her already soaking core.

"Yes."

He grinned and moved back to press hot open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs, his tongue flicking across her skin as he moved, making a shiver run down her spine. "Klaus, this is supposed to be for me."

"It is for you," he mumbled against her skin, letting his blunt teeth drag along it for just a moment before flicking his tongue across her clit, making her moan loudly, her head falling back against the cabinet as she rolled her hips.

She felt his tongue circle her entrance before he pushed inside, flicking it against her walls, and she shuddered in pleasure as she could feel her orgasm building in her lower belly, the tightness coiling so intensely, and she moaned as she focused on the long, languid strokes of his tongue against her pussy, how he moved his hands to her hips to pull her core more firmly against his face.

He moaned at the taste of her, the obscene and sinful sounds of his groans and the movements of his tongue against her skin making her control snap, and she rolled her hips against his face as she came, moaning his name, pressing his lips against her.

She was breathing hard, her breasts heaving, and she let her eyelids droop shut lazily, smiling as he stood up and kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth to share the taste of her.

Caroline sighed into the kiss, her arms slung around his shoulders, and she made a soft sound of pleasure as he stroked her inner thigh with his fingers. She could feel his cock hard against her, and she was just moving her hand down his chest to stroke him when the timer beeped.

She pushed him away and hopped down, grabbing an oven mitt and pulling out the pan of brownies, humming to herself.

Klaus stood beside her, eyeing her body hungrily as she bent down to get the pan and stood back up to rest it on the top of the stove. "We'll let them cool," he said quietly, pulling her back against his front, his hard cock cradled in the cleft of her ass.

"Mmkay," she mumbled as he dropped soft kisses on her neck before pushing her lightly to bend over the counter, his cock pressing against her entrance.

She rubbed her hips back against him, and he chuckled quietly. "Do you want me to fuck you from behind, Caroline?"

"Yes," she panted.

He pushed into her slowly, and both of them groaned at the sensation of her clenching around him. He started to move, his hands cradling her hips as he fucked her slowly, his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

She moaned loudly, and he reached between her legs to rub her clit in rhythm with his cock moving inside her, and she felt her next orgasm build quickly in he in her core, and she came quickly around him.

"Yes, just like that," he whispered, his voice soft and almost reverent as he kept moving, spilling inside her a few moments later.

Both of them were breathing hard now, and she moved up from the counter and stretched before grabbing some plates and putting a large brownie on top of both of them, bringing them to the table. She could feel his come still slick on the insides of her thighs as she moved, and she knew that he liked seeing it, making her core clench again.

He "thanked" her quite a few more times that night, and she would have blamed it on chocolate being a natural aphrodisiac if he hadn't done the same thing for the last thirty years they'd been living together in New Orleans.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed them :) Let me know if you have any thoughts.
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-Angie