A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus punishes Caroline for distracting him. Smut.
2. Caroline wont' stop stealing Klaus's car keys. AU/AH. Smut.

Your drabbles are amazing! Could you please write one where Klaus feels the need to punish Caroline for the many times she's tried to distract him? Shackles, toys etc. Thanks!

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?"

Klaus gave her an unimpressed quirk of his eyebrows and she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "That was over two years ago."

"Yes. Practically ancient history," Klaus said dryly.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm here to be with you, Klaus. I told you that. This isn't a trick."

"Oh, I don't think it's a trick, love."

She bit her lip as his voice wrapped around her, husky and thick with want, and his seemingly abrupt change in mood threw her off balance. He shot her a smirk, and she realized that it had been his intention all along as he moved towards her predatorily, making her back up until he was trapping her against the wall, looming over her. "I just want you to apologize."

She felt her breath catch as he stared her down, and she bit her lip, meeting his eyes with hers. "I did. I just said I was sorry."

"But you were just saying it to appease me. I want a real apology."

His heat enveloped her as he pressed himself against her, the hard angles of his body flush against her front, almost crushing her against the wall. "It was a real apology," she said quietly, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders.

"I want another."

"I'm sorry, Klaus," she said, trying to sound as genuine as possible.

"How sorry?"

"Are you serious right now?"

His hands moved down to rest on her hips, his thumbs tracing circles on the strips of skin between the hem of her shirt and the top of her jeans. "Perfectly serious, love."

She bit her lip, feeling her face flush with heat at the possessive look in his eyes as he studied her. "I'm very sorry," she said.

"That, I'm not sure I believe."

She debated for a moment about taking the opening that he was so obviously dangling in front of her. "What can I do to make you believe me?" she asked before she could stop herself.

She almost wanted to take it back at the cat-who-ate-the-canary grin on his face, and she felt a stab of arousal hit her center. From his deep inhale the moment after, she knew that he smelled it. She blushed.

"So you admit you've been bad?"

"Seriously?"

She huffed at the answering raise of his eyebrow. "What do you want me to say? 'Oh, yes, Klaus. I've been naughty, please punish me,'" she said sarcastically, still very aware of the heat pooling between her thighs.

"Well, since you asked so nicely…"

She was about to tell him that she didn't mean for him to take it seriously, but before she could he had grabbed her around the waist and thrown her over his shoulder, speeding down to the basement, setting her down right outside the basement door before pulling her against him, his forehead resting against hers. "You do know what coming here meant, love?"

"That I was willing to try…?" she half-asked, knowing that it wasn't the right answer.

She sucked in a harsh breath as her suspicions were confirmed. He crushed his lips against hers possessively for the briefest moment before pulling back, his breath hot on her face. "That you're mine," he corrected, his words making her core clench. "You took advantage of my fondness towards you three times. Do you remember?"

"The bar when Elena was under the curse, the winter party because of the white oak stake, and the bench outside the grill," she said, having gone over the memories so many times that she could probably recite their entire conversations word-for-word.

"I'm going to show you what happens when you take advantage of me, Caroline. You weren't a very good girl for me, were you?"

He brushed his knuckles across her cheek, and the brief touch made a shiver run down her spine, her nipples pebbling against her bra.

"No."

"Do you regret your actions?"

"I'm sorry, Klaus."

He reached around to push the basement door so that it opened with a soft creak, and she walked in to see a comfortable-looking bedroom. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the shackles dangling from the ceiling.

"Have you ever been tied up before?" he asked casually, his finger trailing along her collarbone.

"No," she said, though she felt a tug in her lower belly thinking about it, and she knew Klaus could tell how aroused she was by the idea, judging by the small smile on his face.

"Tell me to stop and we will," he said quietly. "But I believe you need to be punished for what you've done. Don't you agree, love?"

"Yes," she said quietly, a stab of arousal hitting her, her lower belly aching with need.

"Strip."

Her hands were shaking as she pulled her top over her head, though she wasn't sure whether the movement came from excitement or nervousness. There was something filthy and sinful about keeping eye contact with him as she pulled her clothes slowly off of her body, letting them drop to the floor. When she was naked, she felt her face heat at his greedy gaze fixed on her body.

"Put our hands above your head," he ordered, and she did so, watching him intently as he secured the cuffs around her wrists, though she was able to touch the floor with her toes. "Have you ever been spanked, Caroline?"

"No."

She waited for his response, but he didn't speak, instead slapping her firmly once on the ass, making her squeak, her core clenching at the pleasurable sting of pain. "Klaus!"

"Count them," he ordered, ignoring her annoyance. "I'm going to give you ten, and you will apologize for distracting me at the bar."

"One. I'm sorry for distracting you," she said, hoping that she'd done it right, and she was rewarded (punished, she inwardly corrected herself, though she wasn't sure it really qualified as a punishment), with another slap.

"Two. I'm sorry for distracting you."

She was rubbing her thighs together impatiently by the time she'd had ten strikes, and she was moaning out the words rather than saying them. "Ten. I'm sorry for distracting you."

"Good girl," he praised softly.

She was wet, her core aching, and she'd never thought of herself as the "tie me up and spank me" kind of girl, but there was something deliciously naughty about it that she couldn't help but enjoy.

She moaned loudly as his finger trailed along her inner thigh, and she could practically feel his smile. "What's my punishment for the other ones?"

"Enjoying this, are you?"

She flushed, biting her lip. "A little."

She heard his chuckle from right behind her before he moved to her side, biting her ear lightly, scraping her skin with his teeth, and moaned as he briefly pushed two fingers inside her, the tips of them brushing her g-spot.

"Too much for it to count as a punishment?" he whispered, his lips moving against her ear, making her shiver.

"Isn't deciding that your job?" she asked, her voice slightly teasing, letting out a high-pitched noise in surprise as he pulled his fingers away, and the slap of his palm against her ass echoed through the room.

"I suppose so," he said, his voice low and throaty.

She squirmed slightly, rubbing her thighs together, trying to find friction, and he walked to watch her, smirking.

"You look so lovely like this, sweetheart. Tied up and flushed, wet and wanting for me."

He walked to her, pulling her naked, sensitive skin against his fully-clothed body, the roughness of the fabric making her moan at the stimulation. "Klaus," she breathed, resisting the urge to wrap her legs around his waist, to rub against his body to gain the friction she so desperately craved.

He seemed to sense where her thoughts were, because he moved away, letting his fingers linger on her skin until the last possible moment, making her shiver.

"What was the second distraction you listed, love?"

"Th-the winter party?" she half-asked, her breath shuddering through her body as she shifted uncomfortably.

"Ah, yes," he said, his voice silky as he trailed a hand lightly down her waist before turning away. "I'll return in just a moment, love."

"What? But–"

He was out of the room before she could finish her sentence, though he was back only a few seconds later, holding a cup, and he closed the door behind him before setting the cup down on the table and reaching in to pull out an ice cube.

Her eyes widened as he moved towards her with it, and she let out a small gasp of surprise when he brushed it along her hardened nipple, making her shiver. "Klaus…"

He gave her a dimpled grin and deliberately pressed the ice more firmly against her nipple, and she squirmed at the sensation, a stab of arousal hitting her. He moved to kiss and lick her neck, and she tipped her head to the side to allow him better access, moaning as he moved the ice to her other breast. He pinched her sensitive nipple between his fingers, twisting it slightly before bending and running his tongue around it, the contrast between the hot slide of his tongue against her skin and the cold ice against her other breast making her moan, her back arching.

"You like that?" he mumbled against her skin before pulling her nipple between his teeth.

"Yes," she gasped, resisting the urge to wrap her legs around his waist and rub herself against him.

He was so close to her, his tongue making sinful strokes against her nipple, and she felt the ache build in her core despite the fact that he hadn't even so much as brushed his finger along her clit.

"Klaus, please," she whispered, her voice breathy and desperate, and he laughed quietly, his breath making her shiver.

"Please what, love?"

"Please make me come. I need you to touch me so badly, please," she panted, feeling her core clench as she spoke, heat pooling in her belly just from the idea of begging for what she knew he'd wanted since they'd met.

"Do you?"

"Yes. Please."

"But you didn't use to," he pointed out, his voice silk.

"Changed my mind," she said, parting her legs slightly in clear invitation, knowing her face was flushed, her eyes dark. "I'm sorry for distracting you, Klaus."

"Are you?"

His finger brushed her inner thigh, and the gasp that escaped her combined with the roll of her hips made Klaus smirk.

"Yes."

He lent and took her nipple in his mouth again, palming her other breast while keeping eye contact with her, and her lips parted as her head lolled back, her spine arching to push herself against him, mumbling a stream of encouragement under her breath.

He flicked his tongue against her nipple again before beginning to kiss down her stomach, sinking to his knees at her feet. He kept eye contact with her as he brushed his lips across the skin of her inner thighs, scraping his teeth against her most sensitive spots, moving closer to her core until she could feel his breath against her pussy. "Tell me the third time, Caroline."

"At–at the ben-fuck, Klaus…" she gasped as he ran his tongue along her thigh, just centimeters away from her core.

"Tell me."

"The bench," she gasped out, rolling her hips, trying desperately to encourage his tongue further towards the apex of her thighs. "Oh my god, Klaus…"

"But you mislead me, Caroline."

"I kn-know. I'm sorry. Oh my god, please," she gasped.

"Are you?" he asked, pressing another kiss to her skin, so dangerously close to her core.

"Yes. I'm sorry for distracting you."

He hummed against her skin. "I'm not sure if I believe you," he whispered, making her shiver as his breath hit her core. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell me, love."

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice thick and needy, uncaring at this point of how absolutely desperate she sounded.

Caroline was quivering with need as he let his tongue flick out, wetting his lips. "Klaus, don't tease me, please. I need you."

He grinned and pulled her legs over his shoulders as he gave her pussy a long, hard lick, his tongue flicking over her clit before it thrust inside her, and she shook as she came hard, her core clenching almost painfully as she screamed his name, her hips rolling against his face as she rode out her orgasm.

Klaus licked his lips as he stood, and she could see how hard he was, his cock straining against his jeans. Her skin was flushed and sensitive as he pulled her against him, making her gasp as the rough fabric of his clothes rubbed against her skin.

She inhaled Klaus's scent as he reached up to unfasten the shackles, catching her as she slumped against him, and she rested her hands on his shoulders to regain her balance before pulling away and sinking to her knees, palming him through his jeans.

"Caroline–"

"I want to," she interrupted firmly, licking her lips and undoing the button of his jeans, tugging down the fly and his boxers and taking his hard cock in her hand, stroking him slowly, her thumb ghosting over the tip, making him flinch, before pulling away, keeping eye contact as she licked the precum off her thumb before bending to swirl her tongue against the head of his cock, taking him in her mouth and sucking harshly, her cheeks hollowing as she stroked his shaft.

He buried his hand in her hair as she took him further, letting the tip of him brush against the back of her throat. She sucked him hard, looking up at him through her eyelashes and pulling away to give him a long hard lick, smirking at the way his breath caught.

"Fuck, Caroline…"

She rested one of her hands against his thigh as she wrapped her lips around him again, taking him in as far as possible until her lips nearly reached the base of him, lightly massaging his balls, making him groan, his hold on her hair tightening slightly.

She swallowed around him and he muttered something in a foreign language in a tone that suggested it was a filthy word of some kind before muttering that he was going to come, his voice strangled slightly when he spoke.

She responded by sucking him hard, stroking him firmly as her head bobbed up and down his cock.

"Touch yourself, love. I want to see you pleasure yourself while you suck my cock."

She rubbed her clit in time with her hand stroking him, moaning around him, and he tugged her hair harshly before spilling down her throat, and she stroked him through his orgasm, feeling herself approach the edge, and as soon as she pulled away from him, her lips dropped open as she moaned loudly, circling her clit with her finger as she knelt in front of him, feeling his greedy eyes feast on the sight of her.

Caroline pushed two fingers in her core, fingerfucking herself and riding her fingers to push herself over the edge, quivering as she came down from her high, and taking a sharp breath in surprise when Klaus pulled her on top of his naked body, clearly having undressed completely while he watched her touch herself. He grabbed her hand to suck her juices off of her skin, making her eyes close as his tongue brushed against the pads of her fingers.

When he let her fingers go, they were both breathing harshly, Caroline's breasts bouncing slightly as she took deep, ragged breaths. He gripped her ass tightly, squeezing it in his palms, and she bit her lip as she watched his eyes darken when he watched her.

She felt him hardening against her again, and she bit her lip as his cock brushed the sensitive, wet skin of her pussy. "Again? Already?" she asked, smirking as she rolled her hips against him.

"Oh, I'm not even nearly done with you, Caroline."

Prompt: My roommate keeps borrowing my car without asking so I have started hiding the keys in ridiculous places.

"Caroline, I'm going to murder you slowly and painfully," Klaus muttered to himself as he looked through the key bowl for the fifth time before he went to recheck all his jackets again, knowing that it was useless and he should probably take the bus in order to have a reasonable chance of being less than half an hour late. Groaning, he locked up with the spare house key and stuffed it in his pocket.

The lady at the bus stop gave him a suspicious side-eye and took a subtle step away when he stalked up to the bench, muttering to himself about how he should hire someone so that he would have an airtight alibi.

After thanking the good lord above he had $1 bills in his wallet, he squeezed into a seat in between a little old lady who was clutching her grocery bag like a weapon and a mother with a baby strapped to her chest. Five minutes into the ride, the baby started crying, and Klaus decided that it would be infinitely more satisfying if he killed Caroline himself.

He was thankfully only about ten minutes late for his shift, ignoring the dirty look that his boss Silas shot him, shrugging helplessly, and clocking in as quickly as possible before pulling out his phone.

Caroline, I understand that adding you to the insurance and making you pay for your half of it because you wouldn't stop taking the car was enabling you, but despite that, it is MY car, not OUR car.

He stuck the phone in his back pocket and checked the incoming jobs before looking up at a quiet cough. "How can I help you?" he asked the girl, trying to keep his voice as pleasant as possible, suppressing the eyeroll when she blushed.

"Hi, um, my computer screen is turning black randomly. Can you help me?"

"That's my job. Let me take a look," he said.

He had just finished telling her that she should reinstall windows (while quietly slipping her handwritten instructions on how to fix it when Silas wasn't looking, for which she sent him a grateful look), when he felt his phone vibrate.

Sorry! I was late, I forgot to tell you. :(

Ask. You forgot to ASK me.

Sorry! Do you need a ride home? When's your shift over?

I assume that by asking if I need a ride, you mean to ask if you can drop off MY car at Best Buy so that I can drive myself home.

Sure, she texted back, and huffed, texting her that he was off at three before looking up at the next customer.

"Hello."

The next seven hours were grueling as he inwardly seethed, and when it was finally time to clock out, he was relieved to see Caroline sitting in the car right outside, texting. "Hey," she greeted with a cheerful smile. "How was work?"

"I am going to tear out your liver and feed it to you," he said darkly, giving her a pointed look, and she rolled her eyes and got out of the car so that he could get in the driver's seat, walking around to take the passenger's side.

"Look, Klaus, I'm really sorry. I was going to miss the bus, and professor Saltzman hates me."

"I wouldn't care as much if you texted me."

"I can't text while driving."

"So then knock on my door."

"You were sleeping!"

"Leave me a note!"

She huffed. "Okay. I'll try and be better about it. I can cook tonight to make up for it."

He weighed the options in his mind, eventually deciding that Caroline's annoyingly excellent cooking would be a suitable apology.

"Or you could suck me off," he said, his voice teasing, and she rolled her eyes.

"Ha. Ha ha," she said sarcastically, used to his playful flirting.

He really wasn't joking, but he was perfectly content with her thinking he wasn't serious.

"Dinner sounds perfect, love."

"I'll pay for the next tank of gas, too."

"And ask for the car before you take it."

"Right, that too," she said, clearly not meaning it.

He would have to think of a way to convince her to ask.

XXX

"Klaus?"

"What?" he called.

"Where are the keys?"

"The keys to what?" he asked, smirking to himself.

He heard Caroline huff and walk to his door, knocking on it. "Seriously, Klaus. Where are the keys?"

"I can't remember where I put them. You can look for them if you'd like."

"Fine."

He turned back to his Political Science textbook and scanned the key concept summary at the end, grinning to himself as he heard drawers slamming as Caroline looked for the keys. "Oh my god, Klaus, you totally hid them."

"I don't know what you're talking about, love."

"Why else would they be receipt jar?"

"I must have dropped them in and didn't notice when I brought back the groceries this morning."

"Bullshit."

"Don't you have something to ask me now that you found the keys?"

"Bye Klaus!" he heard her say in response, the front door slamming.

He knew without a doubt that she was baiting him.

XXX

"Seriously, Klaus?" Caroline mumbled, practically throwing the books over her shoulder as she searched for the source of the jingling that indicated the keys were hidden somewhere among the shelves.

What an ass. Honestly, it wasn't that big of a deal. If he would just post his work schedule on the color-coded calendar conveniently located on the door of the fridge, this would not be a problem. But, of course, Klaus just had to ignore her attempts to make sure they had a car schedule and just get mad at her for not wanting to take the bus (she was permanently scarred after that one guy spilled a frapuccino all over her nice winter coat, okay? Totally understandable).

She finally located them behind one of Klaus's old textbooks and gave herself permission to perform a small fistpump before grabbing her bag and getting the hell out.

Just because he didn't put it on the calendar didn't mean that she didn't know he had work, and sure, maybe it was a little petty, but served him right for hiding the goddamn keys.

XXX

Klaus stood in the living room debating where he could hide the keys this time. It had been two weeks since he'd started doing it, and he'd already exhausted many of the more obvious options. It was at a point where he honestly just wanted to see if she'd find them.

Her most impressive performance was when he stuffed them into a package of frozen cauliflower (she loathed the stuff), though granted it had been by accident and she'd been rearranging the freezer to accommodate four frozen pizzas.

He finally decided on taping them to the underside of the coffee table, and had just put the duct tape away when Caroline walked in the door, kicking it shut behind her with a bag of groceries under one arm.

"I can't believe you made me take the bus with these. They're heavy."

Klaus raised his eyebrows and took the bag from her, rolling his eyes. "This isn't heavy."

"For you," she pointed out, and he shrugged.

Caroline was quite athletic and not weak at all, but he had to admit that walking with the bag for five blocks and then riding a twenty minute bus and then walking the additional five minutes to the duplex they shared (the other half occupied by a girl and two brothers, and he and Caroline still weren't sure if she was fucking one brother or both) would be taxing.

He set the bag in the kitchen and unloaded the groceries, admiring the way Caroline's hands waved as she ranted about someone in her class that she "totally did not appreciate" and trying not to smile at her annoyance.

"It's not funny," she insisted, glaring at him when he laughed.

"Sorry, love. You're right, it's not."

"Thank you."

He announced that he had some studying to do, and when he emerged from his room two hours later to get a snack, Caroline was gone.

And so were his keys.

XXX

Caroline huffed as she looked through the bathroom cabinet. She'd taken to looking for the keys an hour or two before she had to leave. She knew it was ridiculous, because she could just take the bus if she wanted to leave that early, but at this point it felt like a competition, and Caroline was many things, but a loser was not one of them.

"Klaus?"

"Yes, love?"

She followed the direction of his voice to the living room and glared at him, crossing her arms, about to ask where the keys were, but getting distracted by a light pinging sound when he moved.

The bastard had his keys in his front pocket.

She bit her lip, considering her options, and decided to take a risk (one that Katherine had been trying to convince her to take for quite awhile now). He was staring at her, looking confused. He obviously hadn't realized she knew where the keys were, and she wasn't going to give him a single hint.

She took a deep breath and stalked over to him. "You're an asshole."

"What did I do?" he asked slowly. "Is this about the keys, love? Because if you just ask–"

She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to her, covering his lips with hers. She waited for a moment while he processed what was going on, tugging his lower lip lightly between her teeth, and smiled against him when he pulled her down so that she was straddling him, his hands cupping her ass through the denim of her shorts and squeezing it lightly, lips moving to nibble at her neck, making her moan. She rolled her hips against him, feeling him growing hard beneath her, let her head fall back as she moaned loudly.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what brought this on, exactly?" Klaus asked, his breath hitching as she palmed his hard cock through the fabric.

"Rebekah spilled," she lied, hoping that he'd told (or gave any indication to) his sister about his feelings for her.

"Well, normally I would threaten her life, but–Fuck, Caroline..."

"Don't kill her. Buy her chocolates. Don't tell her why," Caroline advised, a wicked smile on her face.

Klaus chuckled, his hand moving to the button of her shorts and nimbly undoing it. She was about to help him tug them off, almost forgetting the entire point of her self-appointed mission, but remembered at the last second. She tugged his hands away, ignoring his questioning look as she moved back and fell to her knees in front of him.

She saw him swallow and smirked, licking her lips and unbuttoning his jeans, tugging them to the ground and stroking him through the fabric of his boxers before encouraging him to move forward and taking him in her mouth, letting her cheeks hollow as she sucked him. He groaned and his head fell back, and she took the opportunity to pull the keys silently from the pocket of his jeans, which were crumpled in a pile on the floor, and stick them into her back pocket.

She licked along his length, moaning as she did so-god, how long had she wanted him? Probably since the first day she'd moved in–and let the tip of him hit the back of her throat, gagging around him.

He swore, and she sucked harder, wrapping her hand around his length and stroking him firmly, massaging his balls with her other hand while staring up at him through her eyelashes. She felt him tense, and he mumbled a warning before coming down her throat, groaning her name.

She pulled away, licking her lips, and stood up slowly, laughing as he pulled her to him again by the belt loops in the front of her shorts, wriggling away from him.

"Let me take care of you."

"I wish, but I have class soon. Later, I promise."

She'd only taken a few steps when he wrapped his hand around her arm, tugging her back to rest against his front. "Now, Caroline, I do hope you weren't leading me on with sexual favors in order to obtain my car keys?"

"Well, I'll admit that was the final push, but I've wanted you since I've moved in," she said matter-of-factly. "I have twenty minutes to get to class, but when I get back in two hours you'd better be recovered and ready for me to take you for a ride, do you understand?"

His lips twitched. "Understood."

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