A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline is told about Camille and Aurora, and she's a teensy bit jealous. Smut.
2. Pegging (Caroline fucks Klaus in the ass using a strap-on). Smut.

Hey can you do a drabble where Caroline finds out about Camille and Aurora and goes to NOLA to confront Klaus and they end up having hot vampire sex? Lots of smut and jealous Caroline

So, to be honest, she was getting sick of Stefan.

Things had not been going well with him, especially since the heretics came to town. She'd known it wasn't going to be forever from the start (because Elena was his soulmate according to magic, which was apparently the answer to everything), but it was nice to invest in something that she knew the outcome of.

That she could control.

She'd been planning to break up with him in a few years after she'd gotten her need for safety, humanity, and home out of her system, and then go explore the world by herself.

Unfortunately, it seemed like she needed to move her meticulously arranged timeline forward just a bit.

Why? Babies.

Babies were popping up everywhere lately.

Sure, she'd known Klaus had a baby for awhile, but then somehow Stefan's fifteen millionth long-lost "epic love" had been pregnant with his baby, and now everyone was pressuring her to take the spirits of Alaric's babies into her uterus. She hadn't bothered wondering how that would even work when she was dead (or why they hadn't even contemplated asking Bonnie, who was actually alive), because Damon's plans never made sense anyway.

Needless to say, she'd said no, and she was 90% sure that a neck snap and nonconsensual ritual was in her very near future.

Damon hadn't really ever been concerned about silly little things like consent, after all.

Anyway, she'd gotten a call from someone claiming to be Klaus's older sister (she was half-expecting Klaus's long-dead pet horse to turn up at this point) and told that she might want to come to New Orleans.

She'd said something along the lines of "I saw you in his mind" (creepy) and that some girl named Aurora had arrived who clearly wanted to rekindle her relationship with Klaus.

At least this one wasn't blonde.

She'd looked Camille O'Connell up on facebook as soon as she'd heard of her apparent replacement, and had snorted out loud. Either Klaus had a type, or he was desperate to hold onto her. Rebekah had confirmed option two in her own roundabout way ("I thought it couldn't have got any worse after you, but it's honestly as though he decided to get a cheap knock-off of an already mediocre designer dress").

Aurora apparently didn't have a facebook, but enough was enough, and it seemed like a good time to go to New Orleans and say that no, she hadn't expected him to remain celibate, but would it kill him to not passively insult her with his clearly awful taste in women?

She wasn't jealous.

Or, at least, that's what she told herself.

Okay, fine, maybe a little.

So, she broke up with Stefan via text (rude but necessary), packed her bags, and drove the ten hours to New Orleans. She compelled herself a room in the first hotel she found, unpacked her suitcases, and wandered out the front door.

She'd been window-shopping and exploring for less than an hour when she found him.

He was leaning against the bar talking to a girl she recognized as Camille. Klaus turned to face her almost as soon as she entered, only the slightest hint of surprise in his eyes while the rest of his face was blank of emotion.

"You shouldn't be here, sweetheart."

"I wanted to see you," Caroline said with a delicate shrug of her shoulders, her heels clicking on the floor of the bar as she walked to him.

If she had been human, her heart would have been pounding in her chest from nervousness. She knew it was silly. It wasn't as if he'd moved on.

Rebekah had sent a picture of the painting Klaus had given Camille. The blonde depicted had hair that was slightly too short, hips and breasts that were just a bit too full, to resemble Camille, and Caroline knew that had Klaus wanted to paint Camille in her exact proportions, he would have.

It didn't hurt her theory that the girl in the painting had been wearing a very similar outfit to one of Caroline's favorites.

She felt the nervousness leave her as she held eye contact with him, gauging his reaction. Caroline could see his affection for her in his eyes, and couldn't help but give him a bright smile.

Camille stiffened as Caroline approached, and Klaus was clearly quickly composing what he wanted to say by the time she got to him.

"I want to see you too, love, but I'd rather we went somewhere else."

"Well, that's not your choice, is it?" Caroline asked before turning to Camille. "Hi. I'm Caroline," she said, pageant smile in place.

"Camille. Nice to meet you. Are you a friend of Klaus's?"

Caroline was well-versed in Girl Politics, and she knew what a girl sounded like when she was staking her claim.

Unfortunately for Camille, she was out of luck.

"You could say that," Caroline said, laying a hand on Klaus's arm, fighting down her smirk as he unconsciously leaned into the touch.

Camille seemed to see it as well, because her face went stony.

"Camille is the leader of the human faction here," Klaus said, wrapping an arm around her waist, his palm resting on her hip.

He made circles with his thumb on the skin under the peplum hem of her top, clearly taking advantage of her territorialism, but she also got the message to be polite for political reasons loud and clear.

"That sounds interesting," Caroline said, careful to keep her tone diplomatic.

"Sometimes."

Klaus put the empty glass on the counter and dropped a fifty next to it, effectively interrupting the conversation. "Where did you park, Caroline?"

"Trying to get me to go home with you?" she asked teasingly, feeling a bit petty for reveling in Camille's angry facial expression.

"Perhaps."

"I didn't park. I flew in and took a taxi."

"Even better. Does anyone know you're here?"

"Because that doesn't sound like a serial killer."

"I am a serial killer, sweetheart."

"Don't say that about yourself," Camille interrupted, her voice sympathetic. "You're getting better. It's all about positive thinking."

"That's so sweet of you, bless your heart," Caroline said, her voice saccharine-sweet.

"It's true. He's learning to stop using violence to solve his problems," Camille said sounding almost proud.

Caroline couldn't resist rolling her eyes so hard it was almost painful, though she managed to turn around so Camille wouldn't see, and grabbed Klaus's hand. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Camille, really, but I guess we have to head out. Klaus owes me some sightseeing."

"If you mean on the way to the airport, then yes," he said under his breath, and she pulled away when they got outside.

"What is your problem?"

"It's not safe for you here," he said quietly. "If you insist on remaining in New Orleans, I will trust no one but myself with the task of your protection, and I don't have enough resources to both protect you and run the city."

"Why? Too busy with the Cassandra Clare of Carolines?"

"Who?"

"Author who plagiarized. Doesn't matter. The point is that I'm offended by your taste."

"Now, love, let's not be rude, especially since I had no romantic interest in her whatsoever."

"I heard differently."

"From whom, exactly?"

"Rebekah and Freya. Both of them called me and asked very nicely if I could come down to New Orleans and give you a reality check."

"Of course they did."

"It looks like they were right, too. Camille was all over you. I heard there's another one too. Aurora?"

"That's a long story," he said quietly.

"I've got time."

"All right. Get in the car and I'll tell you."

"No. I want to do it here."

"It's not safe, love. Ears everywhere."

She gave him a suspicious look. "Fine. Let's go back to my hotel room."

"Hotel room?"

She nodded. "It's only a few blocks away, and it'll be a lot more comfortable."

His lips twitched. "All right."

They walked together, Klaus guiding her with a hand under on the small of her back, his skin hot against hers. "Here?" he asked as they walked to the entrance of Caroline's hotel.

"Yeah."

Caroline guided him to her hotel room and swiped the card to open the door, closing it behind them and kicking off her wedges, a pointed glare in Klaus's direction making him huff and follow her example, leaving them barefoot. She watched Klaus walk to look out the large window, his hands clasped behind his back, and she sat on the bed, crossing her legs to look at him expectantly.

"I met Aurora centuries ago," he said quietly. "It was, in a way, young love. I did care for her, but, as I'm sure you've gathered, if I'd really loved her I would have kept her with me when she left."

"You didn't keep me with you," she said quietly.

He smiled slightly, turning to look at her. "Yes, well, I also knew exactly where you were, and I have loyal hybrids stationed near you to keep you safe."

She snorted. "Well, they're really bad at their jobs then."

"Oh no, sweetheart. They had orders to step in and take you out of that town should anything serious happen. I've been kept updated, and if any hand had come near that pretty little neck of yours, they would have been dead and you would be in the safehouse in Portland within an hour."

"I was tortured," she pointed out, and Klaus's lips pressed together.

"I see that I'll have to have a chat with them. I would regardless, of course, as I have no idea how you managed to shake them to come here."

She shrugged. "My guess is that they didn't have a ticket and couldn't get through security to follow me."

"Fools," he muttered, shedding his jacket and placing it on a nearby chair before closing the curtains. "In any case, Aurora grossly overestimates her value to me, and I use that to my advantage."

"Really? Because I heard that you were having some trouble with the whole villain thing."

He smiled slightly. "Hope is an excellent way to keep my family united for a cause. I care for her, of course, but I do not ignore her potential for use. And in war it tends to be helpful to be underestimated."

"And once you capture New Orleans, you'll rule it with an iron fist rather than drowning it in your man tears. Got it."

He scoffed, turning to look at her. "Any 'man tears' I produce are simply for dramatic effect. In any case, does that answer your question regarding my lack of romantic attachments to your satisfaction, love? Other than yourself, of course."

"It's not like I have a permanent claim on you anyway," Caroline muttered, glaring at nothing in particular before turning to see a small smirk on his face as he approached the bed, moving on top of her in one smooth motion. He bent to push her on her back against the pillows as he loomed over her, his hands planted on the blanket on either side of her head. His breath was hot on her face, and she could feel the heat of his body radiating against hers, hyper aware of the sound of his slow, undead heartbeat.

"No other woman has any hope of capturing my heart when it belongs to you," he said softly, his eyes burning into her skin.

She felt oddly open, vulnerable, and could tell that he was mentally ripping every stitch of clothing off of her body, could see that he was imagining her writhing beneath him even as he caught her in his gaze.

He took her hand in his, his thumb making small circles on her palm before bringing it up to his mouth to kiss it, his tongue darting across the sensitive skin. Her breath caught, and she bit her lip as he pressed her hand against the mattress under his own and continued to speak, the words rolling of his tongue with a smirk. "There's no need to be jealous, love. I belong to you, just as you belong to me," he said, his voice husky as his eyes darkened, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he observed her, spread beneath him, her hair spread around her, skin flushed with anticipation. "And you are intelligent enough to know that you were mine the second you submitted to your desire for me in the woods. I am a possessive man, Caroline. I have no intention of letting you go."

Her core ached slightly from the words, though it had been building bit by bit since they'd entered the hotel room, and she gasped as he bent to brush his nose along her cheek, nipping lightly at her jaw, his stubble brushing pleasurably along her skin.

"The Salvatore boy was simply a play thing for you to pass the time, and we both know it. Every delicious inch of you is mine."

She felt a stab of arousal hit her, the beginnings of the ache that had bloomed between her thighs building, and he inhaled slowly, his eyes closing for a moment before he opened them again, and her lips parted slightly when she saw the raw lust in them.

She pressed her lips together, determined not to let him keep the upper hand, and hooked her knees around his waist, flipping them over to straddle him, her palms splayed on his chest.

"You do not get to come in here and tell me how you wanted to protect me with your bodyguards and how jealous you were of Stefan when you were cozying up to the Real Housewives of New Orleans."

He snorted, his hands moving to rest on her hips. She could feel him growing hard against her, and she rolled her hips against him, enjoying the way he groaned low in his throat. "In all honesty, I don't really need your reassurance, Klaus. I can feel how much you want me. I know that even if you do take another woman while I'm gone, you'll be thinking of me, won't you?"

His fingernails dug into her hips as he flipped them over again, grabbing her wrists and pinning them on either side of her head, their noses inches apart as he settled on top of her. "Perhaps you did not hear me the first time, but now that I have you, I will not let you go. I will never take another," he said quietly, and she was suddenly acutely aware of the pulsing need for his cock to fill her, the need for him.

She felt his weight on her, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against the creamy skin of her legs that her shorts left bare, and she moaned when he ground the bulge in his jeans against her covered center, spreading her legs to give him better access. He gave her a wicked smile and bent to bite her earlobe lightly, tugging it between his teeth before speaking again, his breath on her making a shiver pulse through her body. "Unless, of course, you like to watch."

She felt a low growl escape her, and she rolled again, pushing him underneath her, her hands ripping his shirt down the middle before she scratched her nails down his chest, smirking as he groaned her name when she rolled her hips against the prominent bulge in his jeans. "No," she said quietly, her voice still sharp, before bending down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his tattoo, scraping her blunt teeth across it before murmuring her next words against his skin. "I've never been good at sharing my toys."

"Somehow that does not surprise me."

Caroline smiled against his skin as she let her fangs descend and nipped his chest, licking the beads of blood from his skin before the wound closed. She sat up, smirking at his half-lidded eyes, just reveling in the way he looked at her.

She tugged off her top, the sound of the zipper breaking making not even making her pause as she let it fall away before unhooking her bra and shrugging it off. He moved so that he was sitting against the headboard of the bed, ripping her shorts away and cupping her ass, his finger moving under the string of her thong to pull at the fabric, creating the most delicious friction against her pussy.

She moaned, her head falling back as his fingernails bit into the skin, pulling her up slightly to more easily take one of her nipples in his mouth, tugging it between his teeth. "Fuck, Klaus…" she gasped, rolling her hips to rub herself against the bulge in his jeans before reaching to undo them, wriggling out of his grip to pull the fabric down his legs and throw them on the floor, settling on her knees and bending to wrap her hand around him, keeping eye contact.

"Put your hands on the sheets. Don't move them," she said quietly, fighting down a smirk when he obeyed, probably just to see where it went.

She stroked him a few times before bending to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock before flicking it over the tip. She pulled up slowly, gathering her hair to one side to make sure he could see her face as she stroked him. "I'm the only one that can touch you, Klaus. You're mine," she said before bending to lick him from base to tip.

He groaned, his hands twitching as though he wanted to tangle them in her hair, but she glared at him warningly as she wrapped her lips around the tip of him and sucked lightly, pulling up again and licking her lips, moving slightly to angle herself so that if she spread her legs the mirror over the hotel's dresser would show how wet she was.

"Caroline…"

She smirked. "Do you like the way I look like this? Do you like me bent over so that you can see how wet I am for you before I take you in my mouth?"

He fisted the sheets as she bent down again, her lips hovering just above the tip of him before speaking again, trying not to smirk as he took in a sharp breath. "Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"God, yes."

"Beg," she whispered, and he twitched as her breath landed on him.

"Caroline…" he said warningly, and she just licked her lips, letting her tongue brush him lightly, and he grit his teeth. "I want your mouth on me."

"I don't take orders," she said, rubbing her thighs together to soothe the ache between them.

"Not now," he said, smirking. "Perhaps later I'll push you on your hands and knees and claim you from behind, make you scream how you belong to me."

"You'll have to wait, I guess," she said, still stroking him, and he groaned as she flicked her thumb over the tip of him. "Beg, Klaus."

Her voice was demanding, and he groaned as she ran her tongue teasingly along his length. "I'm waiting, Klaus."

"Please, Caroline," he said through gritted teeth, and she allowed herself a smile before bending to take him in her mouth completely, her hand wrapped around the base, stroking him as he hit the back of her throat.

Her other hand moved between her legs to rub her clit as she sucked him, moaning as she felt the coil tighten in her lower belly. She changed the angle slightly so that he could watch her fuck herself with her fingers in the mirror while her thumb pressed against her clit.

His hips jerked as he hissed out her name. She gagged around him, her cheeks hollowing, and she heard the sheets rip as he tried to do as she asked, tried not to touch her.

Caroline pulled away once he began to tense, signaling that he was close, and pulled her fingers from her pussy to suck them clean while moving to straddle him again, pulling the lace of her thong to the side to sheath him inside of her.

"Fuck," she breathed as she rolled her hips, her forehead falling against his neck.

She heard him laugh softly as his hands moved to grip her hips, encouraging her to rock against him. "You feel so good, sweetheart. I love how wet you are for me, how tight you are around my cock."

She gasped as he moved one hand from her hip to her ass, his fingernails digging into her skin. He was matching the frantic movements of her hips with his own thrusts, and when his fingers moved under the scrap of lace to press teasingly against her back entrance, she moaned loudly.

"Do you like that, Caroline?" he breathed in her ear, his own voice strained from his need for her. "I love how you look like this, flushed and desperate for me while I pull you down on my cock. I want to have you in all ways, Caroline, and I too do not share. I will be the only one to make you scream, the only one to make you come so hard you're shaking with the pleasure of it. Do you understand?"

She nodded, her body tensing and needing him to press just a bit further with the fingers that were lightly brushing against her. "Klaus, please. I need...I need you to…"

"Oh, did you mean that you wanted me to pleasure you in the most sinful of places? Do you want me to give you your filthy little fantasy, Caroline? Do you dream about me taking your pretty little arse with my cock and fingers? I'll do it later, if you'd like. All you have to do is ask."

"Klaus…" she whined, her eyes tightly shut.

"Ask, love."

She gasped as his fingernail brushed lightly against a particularly sensitive spot and her fingernails clawed at his back, her sensitive nipples brushing almost painfully against his bare chest. "Klaus, please," she gasped, feeling her entire body tense as he pressed the tip of his finger inside of her. She was vaguely aware of how desperate she must sound for him, the way she was wantonly begging him for more, for him to fuck her harder, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She shattered against him, coming hard around his cock, riding out her orgasm on top of him, and it wasn't long before he spilled inside of her, their bodies going limp in a tangle of limbs.

klaroline promot: "well I'm going to pop that millenia old anal cherry of yours." Caroline preform anal on klaus and he loves it, dirty dirty dirty

"I want to try something," Caroline said, trailing her finger down Klaus's chest as she faced him in their bed, her hair sticking to her face from sweat.

Klaus smirked, and she knew it was because these conversations usually ended up quite well for him. "Anything you want, love."

She nodded, wriggling up to press a kiss to his lips and pulling back, dragging her teeth along his lower lip, enjoying the way his cock twitched against her bare thigh. "Anything?" she whispered, her nose brushing against his as she spoke against his lips.

"Anything," he confirmed. "Though you do have me intrigued, love. You generally just tell me outright."

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

He snorted. "Unless you've lost all your memories of the last two decades, you know the answer to that question."

"No, no. Have you had anal sex performed on you?"

He chuckled softly. "Can't say that I have. Why the interest?"

She smiled and captured his lips with his, moaning softly as his hands wandered to cup her ass, making her moan softly into his mouth as his finger darted teasingly across her back entrance. She wriggled against him, hooking a leg over his thigh and breaking away to moan softly as he scraped his teeth along her neck.

"I don't know. It just seems fun to try," she said. "If you don't like it, we won't do it again. Fuck, do that again, Klaus."

She felt him smile against her neck as he bit her softly before running his tongue along the scrape while pressing his finger against her back entrance, pressing the heel of his other hand against her clit.

"So, are you willing to try?" she asked, tipping her head slightly more against the pillows to give him better access to your skin.

"Of course, love."

She moaned loudly as he pressed two fingers into her pussy, and she felt him smile.

"Do you want to do it tonight? We can do it later this week, if you want," Caroline said, gasping softly as Klaus curled his fingers to press against her g-spot.

"If you have everything, tonight's fine with me, love."

She scoffed. "Of course I have everything."

"Been planning, I take it?"

"Just a little," she gasped out as sunk his fangs into her neck while he pressed his thumb against her clit, his fingers curling against her walls and his other hand pressing lightly against her back entrance, and she shattered, moaning softly as he fingerfucked her through her orgasm before pulling back, offering her his wrist for the cure.

Caroline drank from him for a few seconds, and she felt his cock harden further against her thigh as she pulled back, licking her lips. She rolled off the bed, ther mixed arousal still sticking to the insides of her thighs, and walked to the closet, pulling out the box they kept their toys in and grabbing the strap-on, turning around to see Klaus lying back against the pillows, unashamedly admiring her ass.

She grabbed the lube as well, and looked Klaus in the eye, watching his gaze heat as she pushed one of the two prongs of the toy inside of her before tying the strap carefully around her hips.

"Hands and knees, Klaus," she said as she walked back, grinning at him as he rolled his eyes and turned over. "Face the mirror. I want to see your face."

He moved into place, and she smirked at his expression, his eyes dark and wanting, and she could see that his cock was hard and dripping precum.

Klaus swore as she pressed her lubricated finger against his back entrance, her other hand moving to run a fingertip down the underside of his hard cock. "You okay?" she asked as she pushed her finger inside of him, and he gasped out a yes, his eyes closing.

She watched the twitch of his jaw as she moved her finger inside of him slowly, the way he gritted his teeth together to keep from groaning, and he lost the battle when she pushed another finger inside of him, a soft growl escaping from his throat.

"Do you like that?" she asked, her smile wicked, and he seemed to nod before he thought about it, his body stiffening.

"Yes," he hissed, his eyes flashing yellow for just a moment, and she felt her center contract slightly, squeezing the toy inside of her.

She clenched her thighs, rubbing them together as she moved her fingers, the toy inside of her rubbing against her g-spot, and she moaned softly as she watched his face, saw the way he was reacting to her touch.

He was gripping the sheets when she added a third finger, pushing them in and out slowly until she felt that he was prepared enough before pulling them away and pouring lube into her hand, coating the toy with it.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Klaus?" she asked, and he glared at her in the mirror for a moment as she rubbed the tip of the dildo against his back entrance before realizing that she clearly wasn't going to move until he'd agreed.

"Yes, Caroline."

"Tell me," she said, smirking as she reached around to wrap her hand around his cock, stroking him lightly, not pressing hard enough to give him any relief.

"I want you to fuck me, Caroline," he mumbled.

"Say please?"

She was having entirely too much fun, she knew, and he swore under his breath as she fondled his balls while pressing just the tip of the toy inside of him.

"Fuck me please, Caroline," he ground out through gritted teeth, and she moved her hands to grab his hips for leverage, slowly pushing inside of him.

She contracted around the part of the strap-on that was inside of her as she moved, and she moaned loudly as Klaus swore under his breath. "Do you like that?" she panted, resisting the urge to roll her hips as the toy brushed against her g-spot.

He was silent, and she repeated her question, her voice demanding. "Do you like that, Klaus?"

"Yes."

She began to move, and he let out a stream of what she knew were foreign swear words, his hands gripping the sheets, and she heard the rip of fabric when he gave a particularly violent shudder. "Right there, Caroline. Do that again."

She smirked, knowing she'd probably hit his prostate, and obligingly tried to hit the same spot again, enjoying seeing his muscles tense in the mirror, his teeth gritted.

"You have no idea how hot you look, Klaus," she whispered as she continued to move slowly, enjoying the way his breath caught with every thrust, the ache from her end of the toy steadily building between her thighs. "I love seeing you like this. What would your subjects say if they saw you right now? Their king submitting to his queen on his hands and knees while she took him in the ass…"

He took a deep breath, his body shuddering as she continued to talk, reaching around to fondle his balls or stroke his cock with every thrust, careful to keep her touches inconsistent, to keep them light to provide him no relief.

"Do you want me to stroke your cock while I fuck you, Klaus? Do you want to come all over your front? See the evidence of how much you like being on your knees for me? Look at yourself in the mirror, Klaus."

He obeyed, his lips parting slightly when he saw her looming over him, her body sweaty, breasts swaying as she moved her hips.

"Do you like what you see?" she whispered, giving his cock a particularly hard squeeze with her hand.

"Gods, yes."

"Should I make you come, Klaus?"

He seemed too absorbed in how good she felt inside of him to process that he was begging, or perhaps he just didn't care, and she smirked as he ground out a 'please, Caroline'.

She began to move faster, her strokes of his cock harder and more consistent, and he was soon spilling all over her hand, groaning her name.

She felt her own orgasm building inside of her, though the ache faded slightly as she pulled out of him, and she undid the straps of the toy before gasping as she was suddenly underneath him, his eyes bright gold. "I'm going to make you come around my fingers," he whispered, his voice husky, and she gasped as his fingers pressed inside of her pussy, moving quickly. "You're going to scream for me, Caroline. Then, I'll flip you over on your hands and knees and take you from behind, make you beg to come around my cock. I do enjoy submitting to you, my queen, but I enjoy you begging for your king's cock even more. Would you like that, love?"

She gasped and nodded, the conviction in his words making her body tighten, the filthy promise of them tipping her over the edge as his thumb brushed over her clit.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please tell me what you thought of the drabbles. Do you have a favorite between the two? Or maybe just a favorite moment/line? Please let me know what you think! That's the only way I get better :)

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