Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus has been away and when he comes back, he found that Caroline broke the rules... Smut.
2. Klaus and Caroline have some studying fun in the dormitory laundry room during quiet hours. Smut.

"Something absolutely raunchy" + "Hairbrush spanking" This prompt contains double penetration with a non-traditional object. Please don't try this at home unless you know what you're doing lol

Caroline unzipped her dress, letting it pool around her feet on the lush carpet and stepping out of it. She turned to look in the mirror, gasping softly when she saw that Klaus had been waiting in the doorway, his dark eyes raking up and down her form.

"Hey," she said, making eye contact through the mirror, feeling a blush creep up along her pale skin. "You're back."

She was in so much trouble.

"I told you I would be."

"Not until tomorrow," she said, picking up the hairbrush from the vanity and beginning to brush her hair out, the waves tumbling around her shoulders.

"Is that a problem?"

"No. Just a nice surprise," she said lightly, trying to figure out a reasonable explanation for the hairbrush having her arousal's scent all over it.

As soon as he walked to her he'd know that she hadn't exactly followed directions (though hairbrushes weren't sex toys, and therefore technically acceptable, it definitely violated his intention with the 'no-touching-while-I'm-away' rule), and he had promised her consequences should she disobey.

She should have known he'd come home earlier than he'd planned. He usually gave himself more than enough time at the various council meetings to finish whatever he had planned, but he also often stayed there until his flight to explore the area (and pick up presents), rather than flying home early. However, he'd implied that he might check up on her before he returned (though she'd assumed that it would be through texts or phone calls).

She bit her lip, setting the brush down and turning to face him, her eyes lowered. "How was it?"

"Just fine, love. The werewolf pack agreed to my proposal quickly. It was an easy negotiation."

He walked to her, and she felt her undead heart thumping slowly but steadily in her chest as he cupped her chin, stroking his thumb along her cheek as he tilted her face to look at him.

"You seem unhappy. Is everything all right?"

She leaned into his touch, letting her eyes close contentedly, savoring the affection while she could. "Everything's fine. I'm just tired."

"Are you?" he asked, his voice silky, and she felt a stab of arousal hit her at the apex of her thighs.

"Yes."

He nodded and moved his hands down to her waist, pressing his lips to her forehead and inhaling her scent. "I smell like an airport, so I'm going to shower," he mumbled against her skin.

"All right," she said, feeling the relief wash over her. She'd have time to clean the brush and he wouldn't be any the wiser.

"I'd like you to go and wait for me. You may lie down if you'd like, but tell me, Caroline: Did you think of me when you fucked yourself with the pathetic little tool on your vanity?"

She blushed. "Yes," she said softly, not seeing the point in denying it.

"At least you're not a liar in addition to being a greedy little slut," he said casually, almost affectionately, the tone a direct contrast to the anger in his eyes and he squeezed her ass roughly before pulling away, an ache building in her center from his touch. "Though you did lie by omission, I suppose."

"I'm sorry."

He scoffed and stepped back, smacking her lightly on the ass as he walked by her, making her squeak in surprise.

"Go wait. Bring the hairbrush," he ordered as he walked away. "And do not undress. I do love to see the marks from my strikes that bloom on your skin contrast with the pretty lace before they heal."

She sighed as she grabbed the offending object off of her vanity, regretting that she'd given into her impulsivity. Klaus had turned on the shower, and she heard the water pattering against the tiled walls of their ensuite as she walked into the bedroom from the closet, setting the hairbrush on the side table.

She curled up on top of their comforter, shifting to get comfortable and facing towards the bathroom door. She felt the ache begin to thrum between her thighs as she anticipated what would happen when he came out. Would he make her fuck herself with the brush after he spanked her? Or maybe he'd keep her on her knees with her head buried in the pillows while he fucked her with it from behind.

By the time the door opened, releasing the heat of steam into their bedroom, she was rubbing her thighs together, desperate for friction, knowing she shouldn't touch herself if she didn't want her consequences to be even more severe than they already were.

Klaus walked out in only a towel, fastened low on his hips, and let it fall to the floor as he pinned her with his gaze. "Hands and knees."

Caroline scrambled to obey, her fingers digging into the soft blanket. She shivered as he ran his fingertip down the skin of her ass and thigh, goosebumps appearing in its wake, sending a stab of arousal to her core.

"I'm sorry," she said, her apology feeble even to her own ears.

"But isn't it easier to ask forgiveness than permission?"

There was no right answer to that, she knew.

"No smart answer for me today, love?"

"No," she said quietly.

"Twenty," he said, his voice so soft that she wouldn't have heard it if she wasn't a vampire. "Ten for disobeying, and ten for attempting to lie about it. Count. Thank me for each correction. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

For some reason, she hadn't expected the first strike to feel so...smooth. Klaus's palm was usually warm, but the back of the brush was a cool, smooth plastic, the surface making a harsh slap that echoed in the room.

"One. Thank you for the correction," she said, her voice catching in her throat, the pleasurable pain of it making her core clench.

She counted two more before she was squirming slightly, her core aching for his touch. He seemed to have noticed too, because he reached to tug the lace of her thong aside and trail a finger along her slit, making a soft tutting sound as she took a sharp breath. "Look how wet you are for me. Perhaps this isn't much of a punishment, hmm? Do you like it when I mark your arse with this pathetic little toy?"

"Yes," she said, letting out a harsh moan as he brought the brush down on her ass again. "Four. Thank you for the correction."

"Good girl," he whispered, pressing his fingertip to her rapidly healing skin before bringing the brush down again.

"Five. Thank you for the correction."

She quivered as he continued to spank her, arousal coating the inside of her thighs by the time he reached the last stroke.

"Twenty. Thank you for the correction."

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, his voice still casual.

"Yes. Please."

"Beg."

"Please fuck me."

"Now Caroline, I think we can do better than that, can't we?"

She bit her lip, shifting slightly on the bed. "I missed you so much when you were gone. I missed how wet I get when you look at me, the way your voice makes me ache for you...Fucking myself with that didn't feel nearly as good as your cock inside of me. I need you. Please…"

"Are you going to scream for me, love?" he asked, and she vaguely noticed that he seemed to be moving.

"If that's what you want."

She heard him laugh quietly, and he ran a finger down her spine, making her shiver. "Such a perfect little slut, so good at saying the things you know will make me indulge you…"

Caroline shifted, her center clenching with need, and she flushed slightly. She always felt so filthy from his words, felt almost ashamed of how wet they made her, and she loved the way he spoke them, the way he made her desperate for his touch.

"Will you let me try something, Caroline?"

"Yes."

"So desperate for my touch you'll do anything, hmm? You haven't even heard what I want to do to that perfect arse of yours."

He pushed a finger inside of her, and she clenched around it, rolling her hips back against his hand. "Tell me," she said breathlessly. "Please."

"I want to take this pathetic excuse for an imitation of my cock and fuck you with it while I take your arse with my cock, make you hold on to the endboard of our bed while your knees buckle, your fingernails digging into it while you beg me for more."

She took a sharp breath, and couldn't help but imagine how it would feel, and she moaned softly at the image he'd painted in her head. "I'd like that," she said, pressing her hips back against the heel of his hand as he bent his fingertips to brush against her walls.

"Would you?"

"Yes, Klaus. Please…"

"So desperate," he said, and she could hear the smirk in his tone.

She moaned when he took his fingers out, but felt the slightly cold sensation of lubricant being applied carefully to her ass, his fingers circling her back entrance, and she let out a soft gasp when he pressed a finger inside of her, her pussy clenching.

"More, please. Klaus, I need more."

"Impatient little slut," he muttered even as he pressed another finger inside of her, reaching to rub her clit with his other hand while he stretched her. "Stand up, love," he said, pulling his fingers out. "Move to the end of the bed and grab the frame."

She did so, her knees buckling as she stood, and he grabbed the lube and the brush, pressing her back to his front and splaying one of his hands on her stomach to steady her. The tip of his cock pressed against her back entrance, and he slowly pushed inside of her making them both groan and the sensation. She swore softly under her breath, and she felt him smile against her neck and he scraped his blunt teeth across the skin.

"All right?" he asked before tugging her earlobe with his teeth, his tongue soothing the bite a moment later.

"Yes. More, please."

He smirked again, sucking at her neck as he slowly pushed the brush inside of her, bristles facing away, his hand carefully keeping them from scraping against her sensitive skin.

She'd never felt so full, so complete, and she swore colorfully, mixing it with begging and whimpering his name as she rolled her hips, trying to get friction.

"Fuck me," she begged, her voice needy and breathless.

It started off slow as though Klaus thought he'd break her, his thrusts long and deep, and she clenched around the handle of the brush, whispering to him that she wanted him to fuck her harder and faster, needed him to move.

The slap of skin against skin soon echoed around the room, Caroline's loud moans and pleading much louder, and she felt her core tighten as she approached the edge.

"Do you like this, my filthy little whore? The way that I fuck you hard with this pathetic substitute for my cock while I take your tight arse? You're so loud, so needy, so desperate. Think of what it would be like to be completely full. Would you like that? I don't like to share my toys, but I could be convinced to let you beg another man to fuck your arse while I take you from the front. Imagine that for me, love."

She moaned as her body grew taut, so close to her release, and she reached to rub her clit as he continued to fuck her hard. The sensation of it all was almost overwhelming, and she tipped her neck to the side as an invitation. "Please…"

She felt him bury his fangs in her neck, his wrist moving to press against her mouth so that she could bite into him, and she felt herself shatter. The orgasm was the most intense that she'd had in her life, her pussy clenching around the hairbrush he was fucking her with, as her ass tightened around his cock, her body shaking with the pleasure of it as her head tipped back against his shoulder, her knees buckling.

He supported her with the hand splayed on her stomach, and she felt him come inside of her as he drank from her, the hairbrush clattering to the floor. Their breathing was ragged, and he rested his forehead against her shoulder, grabbing the bedpost in one hand to steady them, his front still pressing against her back.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, his sweat-slicked body pressing pleasantly against hers, and she eventually pulled away, turning to press her lips against his, her arms winding around his neck.

His hands settled on her hips as he returned her kisses, tugging her lower lip between his teeth as he pulled away.

"We're doing that again."

"So demanding," he teased, capturing her lips for another kiss, and she pulled away after a few moments.

"Please?"

"I'll consider it if you're a good girl for me this week."

She scoffed and pushed him away, rolling her eyes. "All right. I'm done playing for the night. Shower, then bed. I'm exhausted and you owe me cuddling."

"Missed me?"

"Always."

Hiiii :) First of all I'd like to say your writing and smut is amazing and I'm so happy you're a part of this fandom and its crazy how prolific you are, thank you! Secondly I was wondering if you could do Klaroline smut on a washing machine or tumbledryer? Something that spins basically lol. Thanks xx / Can I please request a drabble where Klaus bets Caroline that she can't stay quiet during sex. They settle the bet by fucking in her dorm room with the door slightly ajar, and Klaus is determined to win by making it extra dirty. Thank you!

"Not right now, Klaus. I have to do laundry," Caroline said, dodging Klaus's grab for her waist as she picked up her hamper and moved past him.

"Fine. I'll come with you."

"You don't have to. I'm just going to drop it off."

"And walk all four flights up stairs back here? Wouldn't it make more sense just to wait there?"

She bit her lip, shifting the hamper from one hip to the other. "Okay. Fine. Grab my flashcards, though. You're supposed to be helping me study."

"As you wish."

"Damn right. And put the thong you thought I didn't see you steal back in the hamper."

He rolled his eyes long-sufferingly and pulled the lace out of his back pocket, dropping it in her hamper and grinning at her returning sniff of derision.

She walked out without another word, brushing off his attempts to carry her hamper for her down the stairs for her ("I'm not going to fall you ass") and bickering with him good-naturedly until they got to the laundry room where he sat on the provided couch and waited for her while she loaded two washing machines and sunk down next to him, leaning against the armrest and propping her bare feet in his lap, her skirt riding up around her thighs.

"You already know these," he said, flipping through her flashcards and grinning when she glared at him.

"Test me again."

"Why, love? It's pointless for you and rather boring for me."

"All right, how about we implement a reward system."

"I'm listening."

"Every time I get one right, you get to give me a kiss. We'll add them up at the end. I feel like doing it every time I'm right will throw me off."

"I get to?"

"Would you rather we do footrubs? Those heels you like kill my feet, and I know how much you love those."

"On one condition."

"What's that?"

"If you get them all right in a row, I get to bend you over one of those washing machines, flip your skirt up, and–"

"It's quiet hours for finals week," she said, her eyes going wide. "And people live literally right on the other side of the wall."

"Well, you'll just have to be quiet then, no matter how difficult it is for you."

"It's not that hard," she mumbled petulantly.

"We'll have to risk it then, won't we?"

"Fine," she mumbled.

He gave her a wide, satisfied smirk and flipped over the first card. "Applied research."

"Scientific study to solve practical problems."

"Correct. Encoding."

"The processing of information so that you remember it."

"Yes. Egocentrism?"

He went through all the cards once, gave her an "I-told-you-so' look when she got them all on the first try, and set the flashcards aside. "I believe I owe you a reward now."

"You mean that you owe yourself a reward for testing me."

"Details," he said carelessly, pushing her feet away and offering her his hand to help her up.

She grinned and let him pull her to her feet and into his arms, catching her lips with his. His hand reached to cup her cheek, and she returned the kiss enthusiastically, moaning as he backed her up against the still vibrating washing machine.

"Shhh, love. Quiet, remember?" he whispered against her lips as he pulled her on top of the machine.

"Sorry," she said, her eyes falling closed as her head tipped back and he began to kiss her neck.

"I don't mind, love. You're the one who's concerned about being heard."

She let out a soft gasp as his tongue brushed a particularly sensitive spot before his teeth scraped across her skin, making her shiver. The washing machine rumbling under her rubbed up against her center through the thin scrap of fabric covering the sensitive skin, and Klaus's finger moved to hook around the lace and tug it slightly so that he could rub her clit.

An almost embarrassingly loud moan escaped her as she rolled her hips against his hand. She felt his stubble scratch against her neck as he smirked. "Quiet," he whispered.

Damn that accent.

"Klaus," she moaned softly, her breath catching as he licked the hollow of her throat, and she let out a soft cry as he pulled his hand away from her heat to grab her ass and pull her forward. She could feel the bulge in his jeans press against her, the friction making her dig her nails into his back through his shirt as she rolled her hips.

She moaned loudly as he bit her ear, and her legs wrapped around his waist.

Klaus laughed quietly, and she huffed. "Stop making fun of me. It's not my fault."

"I'm not making fun of you, love. I quite like it, especially since it means that I'm winning."

"Winning what?"

"Oh, I thought that this was a competition," he said before licking the shell of her ear.

"What kind of competition?" she asked breathlessly.

"You're supposed to stay quiet."

"What do I get?"

"You only get something if you win."

She took a shaky breath as Klaus tugged her to the edge of the washer. "Okay."

"We'll start off easy shall we?" he asked as he moved away, ignoring her soft whine of protest. "Touch yourself for me, love."

"That's easy?" she asked, though her hand was already wandering beneath her skirt, her eyelids drooping as she rubbed her clit under the lace.

"Spread your legs more, sweetheart."

She bit her lip and obligingly moved her knees further apart, moaning as the machine moved under her, the surface of it creating pleasurable friction as it shook against her. She opened her eyes slowly as her hand moved between her legs, and her breath caught as she saw Klaus stroking his cock as he watched her, eyes dark and wanting.

She licked her lips as she watched him, a flush staining her cheeks at the heat in his gaze, her finger still moving against her clit as she rolled her hips against the machine.

Suddenly, the box bucked under her and stopped moving, and a loud beep interrupted the coil that had been building in her stomach. Scowling, she moved off the machine and flipped it open, moving the clothes to the dryer, very aware of Klaus's eyes on her as she moved.

She closed the washer door and bent to customize the settings on the dryer. As soon as she pressed start, she felt Klaus's hand pressing softly against her back, keeping her bent over the machine. Klaus tugged her thong down around her knees, pushing a finger inside of her, and she moved move her arm to rest under her mouth to stifle her moans.

"Now, none of that, love. That's cheating," he said softly, and she moved her arm away from her lips, gritting her teeth as she heard his jeans unzip, the tip of his cock soon pressing against her wet entrance.

"God, Klaus…"

She could almost see his smirk in her mind's eye as he pushed inside of her, and she gasped as he filled her completely, clenching around him. The dryer was shaking underneath her, stimulating her sensitive nipples, and she bit her lip hard to restrain a loud moan as he began to move.

Her breasts rubbed against the machine with each of his thrusts, her fingers curling around the top of the dryer for leverage as her knees buckled. "You're so beautiful, Caroline. I love the way you look like this, bent over and moaning for me."

His voice was soft, but she moaned at the tone, the need dripping from his words, and she turned slightly to look at him, but something caught her eye.

"Oh my god, Klaus, you left the door open."

"Is that a problem? If you're quiet enough, no one will hear."

She let out a strangled moan as his cock hit her g-spot, and she felt herself shake as her orgasm built inside of her. She wasn't about to stop to close the damn door.

Especially when the idea of someone stumbling in on Klaus taking her from behind in the laundry room was oddly appealing.

He seemed to have either guessed or noticed her change of heart, because he reached to push his fingers in between the dryer and her body, rubbing her clit with his finger. "Or perhaps you don't mind in the least? Do you want to be caught, Caroline?"

"Klaus…"

"That sounds like a yes," he said, and she could hear the smug smile in his voice as he sped up his movements, the slap of his skin on hers echoing through the room along with the rumble of the dryer. "Is it?"

"I don't know," she panted distractedly, shutting her eyes as her impending release built inside of her.

"Are you sure? I think you might like the idea of someone coming to check up on who's disturbing quiet hours only to find you moaning my name while I take you from behind. You're so wonderfully loud, sweetheart. I love the way you scream for me."

She cursed under her breath as she felt the coil tighten in her lower belly. Klaus seemed to sense how close she was because he tugged her hair lightly as he pinched her clit and she tipped over the edge, abandoning all attempts at being quiet and moaning his name as she clenched around him.

He mumbled her name a few seconds later as he came, his nails digging into her sides, the pain sending shocks of pleasure to her pussy as she came down from her high.

She heard the zip of his jeans as she pulled her thong back in place and smoothed her skirt, turning around to kiss him again, breaking away with a small squeak when there was a loud knock on the door and it opened.

It was the RA from the floor right above the laundry rooms, who looked a bit peeved that she'd been bothered. "Hey, someone called the RA phone to say they heard screaming down here. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. We're fine. Totally fine. Just, you know, stubbed my toe on the dryer."

The RA raised an eyebrow, clearly trying not to smile. "All right, well, if it happens again try to keep it down."

"Yeah. Sorry," Caroline said, a flush creeping up her cheeks as the RA closed the door again.

"Oh my god, that was mortifying."

Klaus just laughed, sinking back down on the couch and raising his arm so that she could lean into his side.

"So, test me again?"

"But you know these," Klaus said exasperatedly. "We've been over them at least twenty times."

"Good thing I have more, then," Caroline said, pulling out another ring of flashcards, her neat handwriting covering the backs.

"And what do you get if you get all of them right in one go?" Klaus asked, flipping to the first one.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

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