Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus's words to Caroline at graduation accidentally activate a very frustrating curse. Part one. Smut.
2. After their time in the woods, Caroline goes back to Whitmore for her second semester of college. Whitmore, luckily for Klaus, is not in Mystic Falls. Smut.

I have a prompt! I am eternally thankful for your writing! So Klaus' words are cursed! When he said he intended to be her last it triggered it and now Caroline can only have orgasm with him ;) / prompt: caroline is blindfolded & her wrists & ankles are restrained. klaus says "i'm going to f*** you with my fingers, then with my mouth & then with my manhood."

Caroline took a deep breath and tried to suppress her anger at herself. It was the second week of summer, and she had never been more sexually frustrated in her life. She'd tried every Tyler fantasy that she didn't feel guilty for that usually worked to get her off, as well as some that did make her feel guilty. The ones that made her lie against her pillows, dripping with sweat and self-loathing, completely unsatisfied.

She'd tried the Alaric one she'd briefly entertained when he'd first turned up to teach (that had stopped about ten seconds in because, hello, it was creepy), had finally let herself become fed up enough to try the one she only used once in awhile where Katherine fucking Pierce showed her just how hot sex with a woman could be, and nothing. fucking. worked.

Caroline had lain there in her bed trying to come up with new things that could possibly help. Maybe she just needed to spice it up.

Three-way with Tyler and Matt? That stopped before she'd gotten anywhere close to coming.

Elijah showing her some unconventional uses for his ties? Didn't even last until she got to what was supposed to be the good part.

Imagining Stefan's face made her cringe before her hand even went under her pajama shorts, Jeremy made her physically wince, and Damon's face flashing through her mind for even a second made her take a break from trying for three days.

There had been a little voice in her the back of her mind the whole time insisting that she really did know what would get her off. She could almost feel his stubble running across her cheek, feel the heat of his body as he trapped her underneath him on her bed, and she always turned over, shoved her pillow over her head, and pretended that she hadn't just had a sexual almost-fantasy about the man that she was supposed to hate.

Now, though, she was desperate enough to spread her legs and slip her fingers between her soaking folds, to brush her thumb against her clit, her back arching as she inhaled sharply.

She tried to banish the guilt, the shame of what she craved, and she finally told herself firmly that no one can see into her mind anyway, so she should be free to do whatever the fuck she wanted.

She let herself sink into her first fantasy…

The cold air brushed over her nipples, making them pebble as she shifted on the comforter of the hotel bed, her wrists bound to the headboard, ankles restrained with silk ties parting her legs, eyes covered with a soft blindfold.

She felt Klaus's fingertip lightly drag along the sensitive skin between her breasts, traveling down her abdomen, the feather-light touches making her squirm. He chuckled softly, and a shiver pulsed through her body, goosebumps erupting along her skin.

"You're so beautiful like this, love...I wish you could see the flush staining your skin, the way your tongue darts along your lips," he said, the words rolling off of his tongue, and she gasped as he raked a fingernail down her pelvic bone.

She moaned, her hips jerking slightly as she sought contact, and he indulged her, brushing a finger ever-so-lightly against her slick folds before pulling back, making her gasp softly at the loss.

"Now, love, let's not be too impatient, hmm? I assure you that you'll be quite satisfied soon enough. I'm going to fuck you with my fingers, Caroline. Make you scream for me. Make you beg me for release."

She moaned softly as his finger circled her entrance, and just as soon as she'd felt the touch it was gone. She gasped again as he pressed his lips to her inner thigh, his stubble brushing against the sensitive skin.

"I'll press my fingers to your mouth, sweetheart. You'll taste yourself, lick your arousal from my skin."

His breath on her skin made her shiver, his words causing the already-building ache in her core to turn to insistent throbbing. Her walls clenched around air as she struggled to release the hold of the silk around her limbs, needing to bury her hand in his hair, to press his lips to her dripping pussy, speaking against her skin.

"I'll fuck you with my tongue next. Press my mouth to your skin to get just a taste before I lick every bit of your release away."

Klaus's tongue flicked against her clit before he pulled away, and she tugged at her restraints as she rolled her hips, needing his mouth closer to her heat.

"Once you've come on my tongue, your screams filling the room as you shudder with your release, I will take you with my cock, feel your sweat-slicked body spread beneath mine as you beg me to fuck you harder. I'll enjoy listening to you scream my name for all to hear."

She moaned as he pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them to brush against her g-spot as she struggled to chase them with her body, her hands and feet pulling desperately at the fabric holding her still.

His thumb brushed her clit and she screamed his name, her back arching as she clenched around his fingers…

Caroline gasped out Klaus's name as she rode her fingers to her release, coming harder than she ever had before in her life.

She let herself ride out the aftershocks before slumping bonelessly against her pillows, her body completely relaxed until her eyes flew open as she gasped.

After two weeks of stirring up the dirtiest fantasies she possibly could about pretty much every single person that she knew, sinking into a fantasy about Klaus–-one of her tamer ones, even–-got her off.

She took a deep breath and assured herself that it was a one-time thing. Now that she'd taken care of herself, everything would go back to normal.

XXX

Everything was not back to normal.

Caroline laid on her back, looking up at the ceiling. It had been two days, and she still couldn't come.

Or, rather, she could, but she didn't really want to set a precedent for this sort of masturbating-to-sexual-fantasies-about-Klaus behavior.

She'd been able to come a little more than two weeks before to a pretty elaborate fantasy involving Tyler on his knees for her (and so what if he sounded a little bit lispy and british at the end, accents were sexy and she could admit that), and she'd only had a problem after that night.

After graduation.

Something had to have changed to make Klaus the only face she could imagine and get off on. She didn't feel any different, really. Yes, he'd unfortunately managed to carve a place for himself in her life, but it wasn't any bigger than it had been before.

She bit her lip, trying to figure out what could be different, and remembered the way the wind had picked up just a bit when he'd given her his vow to wait for her, the way the world seemed to freeze, her heart skipping a beat.

At the time, she'd thought it was the romance of it all, but now...

No. Klaus wouldn't take away her choice. He wouldn't betray her trust like that.

She bit her lip, knowing that calling him to ask whether he'd cursed her to only orgasm when thinking of him would be mortifying (especially if she was wrong), and that left her with one other option.

Pulling herself out of bed, she padded down the hall to the guest bedroom, entering after a quick knock to see Katherine face down on the bed, clearly asleep.

Caroline reached out and shook Katherine awake, taking great pleasure in the other girl not being able to threaten Caroline with anything anymore.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Katherine said grumpily, turning over to glare at Caroline. "I need my beauty sleep."

"What do you know about sex magic?" Caroline asked in a rush.

Katherine's mouth dropped open slightly, and she looked much more awake, sitting up smoothly and crossing her legs as she sat against the headboard. "Now why would little Caroline Forbes want to know about that?"

"I think I'm under a spell," Caroline said reluctantly.

"Why?" Katherine asked, rolling her eyes when Caroline shook her head. "Come on, cupcake, we're all adults here."

Biting back a snarky comment about how Katherine was about thirty times her age, Caroline huffed. "I was fine a few weeks ago, and then….Look. After graduation, I couldn't, you know, come."

"Okay," Katherine said slowly, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe you should invest in a toy."

Caroline huffed. "No. I mean, I can come, but only when I'm thinking of a specific person."

"Hmm. And by your behavior, I'm going to assume that this isn't about wolf-boy?"

Caroline remained silent, and Katherine's lips quirked. "Or, maybe a different wolf-boy? A certain Original, maybe?"

"Yeah," Caroline admitted, crossing her arms defensively over her chest.

"Well, that's an interesting development."

"What do you mean?"

Katherine sighed, rubbing her palms over her eyes. "A few hundred years ago, I had a witch put a curse on Klaus. It was supposed to make me untrackable so that he couldn't find me, but she messed up the incantation. All I know is that the curse activates from a specific phrase or action, I'm not sure what, and that it binds Klaus with his weakness, preventing both from, and I quote, 'finding completion without the other'. I'd now bet a house in the Hamptons that his weakness is you. Congratulations."

"What do you mean 'binds'?" Caroline asked, her lip curling.

"Well, five minutes ago I would have said that I have no idea, but I'm now going to take a shot in the dark and say that you can't find...well...completion," she said, emphasizing the last word. "Or, I mean, you could just need some more practice massaging your lady bits, but I'd bet on the magic. It sounds more plausible."

Caroline decided not to contemplate the irony that magic was a more obvious solution than screwing up her nerve to buy a vibrotor online, instead frowning. "So, if I can only come when I'm thinking about Klaus, and he can only come when he's thinking about me, why hasn't he called or anything?"

"Well, he probably wants you to make the first move," Katherine said, picking her nails. "Or, you know, maybe he just hasn't noticed."

"What do you mean?"

Katherine gave her what could almost be described as a pitying look. "Honey, if Klaus has been spending the last six months jacking off to thinking of you, which I'm 99% sure he has, nothing's changed."

"So what am I supposed to do? Just let myself fantasize about Klaus "I'm an Evil Dictator" Mikaelson every night?"

"Well, it's either that or go down to New Orleans and get the real thing, and since you still seem to be stuck on Klaus being "evil" while talking to the person who smothered you with a pillow and volunteered you, wolf-boy, and your best friend for a deadly ritual, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that's not happening."

"But–"

"Anyway, it's two in the fucking morning and I need sleep until we can figure out how to turn me back to my immortal self again. In the meantime, I highly suggest you invest in a Rabbit. If you have any more questions about the birds and the bees, Aunty Katherine is always here to help," Katherine said, shooting a pointed look to the bedroom door.

Caroline shot Katherine a filthy look as she left, contemplating her situation as she walked down the hall to her own room.

How was she going to live with herself for needing to picture her boyfriend's mother's murderer with his head between her thighs to get off?

She huffed, running a hand through her hair and plucking a spare notebook and a pen off of her desk.

To Do:

Call Bonnie

Research witch curse

Buy decorations for Whitmore

Go to grocery store

Research toys

Break up with Tyler?

Figure out where to put Katherine

She paused for a moment, chewing her lip as she contemplated her options before adding a final item to her list.

Call Klaus

kc + bookstore + action/adventure + secret identity + massage + dirty talk

I give myself up to two outs on the random prompts, so I eliminated action/adventure and massage.

Caroline checked her list for the fifth time before frowning at the bookshelf in the student store. Would it be unethical to compel her textbooks? Normally she would firmly say that it was stealing, but seriously? $200 for a Calculus book? Not happening.

She sighed, grabbing it anyway and turning to nearly bump into someone. "Oops, sorry," she said, not looking up as she walked past them, and she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

"No problem. You dropped this, though."

He was holding her wallet, and she gave him a small smile, taking it. "Thanks."

"I'm Oliver," he said, and Caroline gave him a larger smile, holding out her hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you, I'm–"

"Caroline," a familiar voice said smugly, and she scowled as the familiar, pleasing scent of fresh earth and subtle cologne floated through the air, Klaus slinging an arm around her waist possessively. "There you are, love."

"What are you doing here?" she asked irritably, ignoring Oliver's raised eyebrows at her response. "You said you were leaving."

"And why would I leave, sweetheart?"

"What do you mean 'why would you leave'? You don't even go here."

"It was nice to meet you Caroline," Oliver cut in awkwardly, glancing at the scowl Klaus aimed in his direction before leaving with a half-hearted wave.

Caroline abruptly realized that Klaus was still gripping her hip, his thumb making light circles against the skin under the hem of her blouse, and she pulled his arm away and took a few steps back, fighting down a blush.

"Seriously?" Caroline hissed, glaring at Klaus. "What was that? We made a deal. You were supposed to leave. You promised, Klaus."

"Let's talk outside love."

"What? No. I'm not going anywhere with you. You promised you'd leave."

"Yes, that I'd leave Mystic Falls," he said impatiently. "And I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important, as I knew you wouldn't exactly be amused by my exploitation of a technicality in our deal."

"Well, you're right. I'm not amused. Tell me what's going on so that I can go back to textbook-buying."

"You're in danger."

She huffed. "Story of my life. Not news. Try again."

"You're in danger from the school."

"How?" she asked.

"There's a secret society that experiments on vampires who know what you are."

"The Augustine Society? Yeah. I know."

He raised an eyebrow. "You've heard of them?"

"I've been kidnapped by them. I got out alive. I'm fine."

"This isn't a joke, love. There is a much longer history of the Augustine Society than that which lives in this school."

"Well, I'm not leaving Whitmore if that's what you want."

"Of course not, love. I'd never ask you to sacrifice your plans to obtain a higher education. That's why I've enrolled as a student."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Not at all," he said serenely, and honestly she just wanted to slap his stupid, smug, annoyingly attractive face.

"You can't stalk me at school, Klaus," she spluttered, clutching the calculus book close to her chest and mentally calculating how long it would take for her to compel herself a transfer to an all-women's college before realizing that he'd probably just become a professor or something.

"I'm hurt, love. It's not stalking. I'm simply protecting you."

"By obsessively following me around, which is, by the way, the actual definition of stalking."

"Yes, well, it was this or I'd compel you a spot at Tulane or the University of New Orleans. I assumed that you'd prefer to stay here. We can always change our plans–"

"Our plans? Our plans? Are you nuts? Of course you're nuts. Oh my god...Seriously?" she asked shrilly before seeing the strange looks they were getting from other students and lowering her voice. "Look, we had sex once, okay? And you promised to leave. Those things added together definitely does not equal you having an all-access pass to my life," she hissed.

"Certainly not. I'd be here whether I'd met you in the forest or not."

He watched her struggle to find an appropriate way to tell him to back the fuck off before speaking again, his tone light. "If you wouldn't mind, love, I do need another copy of the textbook. Unless, of course, you'd be willing to share?"

"No. We're not sharing," she growled, yanking another copy of the textbook off the shelf and shoving at him a bit harder than was strictly necessary and stomping off in the general direction of the history section.

XXX

"May I sit here?"

"Free country," Caroline muttered, unenthusiastically flipping the page in her textbook and trying to be subtle as she watched Klaus sit down at her library table out of the corner of her eye.

She was still angry (though probably not as much as she acted, she had to admit to herself), but Klaus had been surprisingly accommodating to her wish to be left alone. This was the first time he'd actively sought her out for anything other than making sure she was still alive.

He was silent, simply pulling out paper and a pencil and frowning at the calculus book.

"Are you actually doing homework?" she asked slowly.

"Only for the classes covering material I've never studied before. Perhaps you didn't know this, love, but I do enjoy picking up new skills and information. That said, if I hear one more incorrect fact about French nobility pre-French Revolution in your European History class, I may eat your professor."

Caroline snorted, deciding not to point out that Professor Clarke was also his professor, and turning back to her laptop to re-check the quote from the book she'd been citing for her essay. She tried desperately to concentrate, but she couldn't help but focus on Klaus's scent, the heat of his body close to hers, and she felt a stirring in her lower belly as his tongue darted over his lips as he glared at the textbook as though it had offended him.

"You all right there?" she asked dryly, trying to ignore the flash of an ache in her core.

"Just fine, thank you love."

She wanted to just nod and turn back to her laptop, but she was curious by nature. "Are you sure?" she asked, and he huffed, putting his pencil down.

"This author is incapable of conveying information about the subject through their writing."

"What?"

"The person who wrote this is incompetent," he said.

"So what you're saying is that you don't understand the chapter?"

"If you'd like to put it that way, I suppose," he said grumpily, and she smiled.

"I can help if you want."

She didn't know why she was offering, other than convincing herself half-successfully that it was so that she could tease him later about it. He'd turned to face her, his head cocked to the side. "If you'd like."

She leant over and let her eyes scan over the problem he was doing. She'd taken Calculus in high school, but she'd been advised by her mother and her high school math teacher to take it again in college, and she figured that it would be better to get it over with in the first year when the material was still fresh.

"Okay, so you're trying to get the derivative of that, right?" she asked, gesturing at the function on the paper.

"Obviously," he said, and she frowned.

"Hey, don't be rude. I can just go back to my essay. I don't have to help you."

He just blinked owlishly and she fought down a smile, pulling the pencil out of his hand and trying to conceal her sharp intake of breath when their skin brushed together, turning it only half-successfully into a cough.

Klaus's lips twitched as though he knew exactly what was going on, though he thankfully didn't comment, and she swallowed, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and bending down. "Right, okay. So, first you have to find the slope," she started, walking him through the process of it and pointing out the steps as she did it.

Caroline couldn't help but bend over a bit too much, pressing her arm lightly against his and giving him an excellent view down her blouse should he choose to look (and oh, did he look…).

His gaze lingered on the creamy skin of her breasts, and she bit her lip mid-sentence as his tongue wet his lips again, his eyes connecting briefly with hers before turned back to the paper.

"Sorry, love. Got distracted. What were you saying?"

Klaus's voice was low and husky, and she shivered as the words rolled off of his tongue. She swallowed audibly, trying to ignore the smirk she saw on his face out of the corner of her eye. "I was just talking about simplifying the equation."

"Right. Simplifying. Continue, love."

She tried to let his tone roll off of her because she was not going to be a victim of one of those cliche lists of math pick-up lines and if he made an innuendo about finding a point on her curves she would probably hit him.

She took a shaky breath and continued, noticing how his attention was wavering as she spoke, and she could feel the heat pooling in her lower belly, the flush building through her body just from the look of want in his eyes as he snuck glances at her while she attempted to explain the rest of the problem without giving away just how much he was affecting her.

He inhaled slowly and turned to her, lust in his eyes. They held each others' gaze for a few moments before Caroline looked away, rubbing her thighs together and trying not to acknowledge that he could clearly smell her pussy growing wet with arousal.

He set his hand on her thigh under her skirt, and she could feel the burn of his touch seeping into her skin, making her breath catch.

"Do continue, love," he said, giving her an innocent look as his hand slowly moved closer to her center.

She narrowed her eyes. She knew a challenge when she saw one.

Parting her thighs a bit to give him better access, she flipped her hair over her shoulder in one smooth movement, exposing her neck to him as she looked at him through her eyelashes. "Right, so do you think you can show me how to do the next one?" she asked, handing him back his pencil and letting her fingers linger on his skin just a bit too long.

"Yes, I'll show you, love."

There was a promise in his words that made her shift slightly in her seat, and she let out a soft gasp as he ran a finger over the scrap of lace covering her center, rolling her hips instinctively, chasing his touch.

"Show me," she echoed, her words more of an order than anything, her gaze locking with his, and she saw his eyes flash gold before he moved his hand out from under her skirt and set his pencil down, reaching to close her laptop and standing.

She smirked as she followed him into the very last aisle, one that people rarely visited, taking a step towards him once they stopped so that she was pressed against his body, her palms resting on his shoulders. He bent slightly so that their foreheads were touching, and she gasped as his hand slid up the back of her thigh under her skirt, his finger tugging at the string of her thong, causing friction against the sensitive skin of her heat.

"Klaus," she gasped, tightening her hands on his shirt to steady herself.

He was looking down at her with half-lidded, lustful eyes, his lips curled into a smirk, and she gasped as he pressed his finger against her clit, her knees buckling under her. "Do you like that, Caroline?" he whispered, her walls clenching as her name rolled deliciously off his tongue.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak in case she was loud enough to draw attention, but her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

He captured her lips with his, the kisses slow and drugging, and she relished in the way he groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking just a bit for the friction against her thigh.

He broke away, his teeth dragging along her jaw to nip at her ear as he backed her against the wall, trapping her with his hands on her hips, nuzzling her cheek.

"I've been waiting weeks for this, Caroline," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear as he tugged her thong around her knees, the skirt bunching up around her waist as he slotted his knee between her thighs, smirking against her skin as she rolled her hips against the rough fabric of his jeans. "You've haunted my dreams, sweetheart. I can remember the way you screamed my name while I took you, the way you clawed at my back when you came around my cock. Do you remember, Caroline? Do you remember how you writhed beneath my body, how you begged me for release before you came around my fingers? On my tongue?"

Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she tried not to make noise. He was unbuttoning her blouse deftly with one hand, the other still making slow, rhythmic circles around her clit, and she whimpered as he pulled her blouse away, pinching her nipple through the fabric.

"I have so many things I'd like to do to you Caroline. I've had time to think it through, you know. All the ways I could make you scream for me."

"Tell me," she panted, her whole body shuddering as he pinched her clit lightly before gripping her hips.

"I did notice you had a penchant for that," he said, his tone rough as he moved his thigh away from her pussy, removing the friction she desperately needed before grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. "You love it when I whisper filthy things in your ear, when I describe with detail all the ways I'd like to take you."

"Yes."

She felt him smile against her skin, dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin of her jaw before he spoke again, grinding the prominent bulge in his jeans against her thigh. "Do you like it when I trap your wrists against the wall, sweetheart? When you're completely at my mercy but desperate for my touch? I wonder if you'd like being tied to my bedposts, spread apart and soaking for me, unable to bring yourself to release. I'd love to touch you, tease you slowly with my fingers, bring you to the very edge before I pull away."

Her breath caught as he released her wrists before quickly flipping her around to press her against the wall, his covered cock pressing against her ass. "Perhaps you'd like me to take you from behind. Would you like to be on your hands and knees for me, Caroline? Your face pressed against the pillow to stifle your moans as I pull your hair? Or maybe you'd prefer my palm against your pretty little arse. Do you think about how it would feel to be spanked? Your skin flushed from the pleasurable pain of my touch?"

Caroline moaned softly as he pinched her ass, his hand moving between her legs to push two fingers inside her, the movements frustratingly slow.

"I could make you beg for my cock, sweetheart. I'd tease you for so long, frustrate you with the lightest of touches until you call me Master and spread your legs for me, pleading for release."

"Klaus…"

"Do you want me inside of you, Caroline? I'd love to feel you clench around my cock, to feel your body shudder as you shatter against me."

"Please," she whispered, a small whimper escaping her as she heard him unbuckle his belt and the rustle of fabric as he freed his hard cock from the confines of his clothing. "I'll fuck you from behind against the wall, sweetheart. Do try to be quiet. This is a place of learning after all. Unless, of course, you'd like to be caught..."

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed them.

Did you have a favorite of the two? A favorite line? I'd love to know. Your comments are always super motivating :D

Hugs!
-Angie