Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline dances provocatively with another man, and Dom!Klaus gets jealous and demands a private show. Smut.
2. Caroline asks Klaus to take her to get a tattoo of a hummingbird, leading to a confession of her true feelings for him. Smut.

Dom Klaus is upset with Caroline and a lap dance is punishment? :D

Caroline's hips swung hypnotically as she danced, tossing her hair as she moved. She could feel his eyes on her, as they always were, and she couldn't help but show off just a bit, tipping her head to the side to expose her neck, her eyes wandering to meet his as she sunk her teeth into her lower lip. She could see the way his eyes darkened from all the way across the club, and she felt a stirring of arousal in her lower belly.

The club was loud and packed, the bass from the music practically making the walls shake, and Caroline was thoroughly enjoying herself.

She felt someone come up behind her, knew it wasn't Klaus by their scent, but letting them rest their hands on her hips anyway to move with her. It was just a little harmless fun…

Or so she would claim later when he informed her that she broke the rules.

The man behind her was dancing quite well, her back cradled against his front as they moved to the music, their bodies grinding together to the beat. They had only been dancing for a few seconds when she felt the warmth behind her get pulled away, the hard muscles of Klaus's chest replacing the other man's body.

"What do you think you're doing, sweetheart?"

"Dancing," she said, turning around to sling her arms over his shoulders, her hips still moving perfectly in time to the song.

His hands moved to rest on her hips, pulling her flush against him, and she could feel his cock growing hard against her, smell the arousal in his scent.

"Do you like making me jealous, love?"

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

"Caroline...We wouldn't want to lie to me now, would we? You know what happens when you lie..."

She shivered against him, the ache within her building rapidly, and she took a sharp breath as his hands began to move under the back of her dress, his palms squeezing between the fabric and her skin to squeeze her ass. She moaned.

"Now, tell me. Does it make you wet to see the jealousy in my eyes when I see other men with their hands on you? To see how much I crave you? Do you enjoy baiting me, sweetheart?"

His breath was hot against her face as he bent to whisper his words against her ear, and her fingers curled against his shirt as he knees went weak when he scratched his nails along the flesh of her ass.

"Yes," she gasped.

She felt him smile against her cheek. "Perhaps I should punish you for your insolence in front of all of our guests, hmm? Would you like me to push your dress around your hips and have you spread your legs for me? Do you want me to bend you over that table over there and show everyone in here who owns you? I'm sure that you're soaking for me right now, Caroline, aren't you?"

She nodded weakly as his finger dipped between her thighs, brushing along her slit to feel that she was wet. The people were still dancing around them as he pressed two fingers inside of her, the movement unnoticed by anyone else, and she gasped as she spread her legs just a bit more to let him curl his fingers against her walls. "Do you like that? Do you like it when I fingerfuck you in the middle of the dance floor, love?"

She nodded against his shoulder, leaning against him to keep her balance, and he withdrew his fingers, making her whimper softly at the loss.

"Naughty girls don't get rewards, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry," she panted.

"Rather pathetic apology."

"What can I do to make it up to you?" she asked immediately, her voice husky and dripping with need.

"I believe that I deserve a dance. A private show, if you will."

She nodded, pulling away slightly so that he could wrap his arm around her waist, his fingers digging into her hip as he held her against his side possessively, leading her to the back rooms.

The club was one of the hundreds of businesses Klaus had bought over the years, and Klaus nodded to the vampire he paid to oversee it as they walked by to the most luxurious of the private lounges. He closed the door behind them, flipping the lock, and lazily sunk down onto a leather-bound armchair.

She walked to the stereo in the corner and flipped through the options, settling on a sensual ballad that they both liked listening to, and turning as the music started, sauntering towards him. She played with the hem of her dress as she walked, stopping in front of him to bend slightly to give him a good view of her cleavage as she unsnapped the clasp of the dress and unzipped it slowly, revealing her creamy skin inch by inch.

Klaus watched her with hungry eyes as her dress pooled around her feet, leaving her in just her thong and heels, and she stepped out of it, moving forward to straddle him, but his sharp voice stopped her.

"Strip completely."

"Yes, Klaus," she said quietly, bending over to slide the thong down her legs, spreading her legs slightly to give him glimpses of how wet she was before standing up again and straddling him. She rolled her hips against the prominent bulge in his jeans in time with the beat of the music, throwing her head back and moaning softly.

They both groaned as she rocked against him, and his hands grabbed her hips to keep her in place as he rubbed against her through the rough fabric. Caroline moaned loudly as the friction built, and she felt her impending release tightening in her belly.

"Undo my jeans," he ordered, and she sat up on her knees and did so, freeing his cock and stroking him in time with the sway of her hips to the music. "Good girl," he muttered, grabbing her hips to position her above his cock and letting her sink onto him.

She clenched around his cock as he filled her, letting her eyes shut tightly at the pleasure of it, and she wrapped her legs more firmly around his waist as she felt the whoosh of air around them before her back was up against the wall, Klaus's now-naked skin against hers as he pressed her against the surface with his body. "Scream for me," he ordered quietly, his tone sharp. "Let everyone in this club know who you belong to."

She let out a soft moan as he began to move faster, and a sharp pinch to her ass made her voice rise in volume, his name escaping her lips as he fucked her hard.

The song had long since changed to a faster one, and her body was thumping against the wall in time with the music, Klaus's cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

"You belong to me, Caroline," he whispered as she moaned out his name through her ragged breathing. "You are mine to have, mine to take. I adore the way you scream for me. I crave it. No other man will ever be able to bring you the kind of pleasure I do, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Klaus. Oh my god, Klaus…"

His movements were rhythmic, but they fell just short of making her come, and she knew it was purposeful.

"Klaus, please…"

"That's right, love. I love it when you're loud, when you beg me for my cock for all to hear. You're so beautiful like this, when you're sweaty and wanting from my touch… Tell me, sweetheart, how close are you to coming right now? You know that if you ask just a bit more nicely I may be so inclined to let you come around my cock."

"Please, Klaus. I need...I love the way you feel inside me. I love the way you fuck me. Please let me come."

"Who do you belong to, Caroline?"

"You. I'm yours, Klaus."

"Really? Even though you were pressing yourself against that other man like a wanton little harlot?"

"I want you, Klaus. I only want you. I'm yours. Please…"

"So pretty when you beg me, Caroline…"

"Klaus, please."

She heard him chuckle as his strokes sped up, her body slamming against the wall with every thrust. "You're lucky that I'm feeling indulgent tonight, love. I may have left you wet and wanting for me while you licked your arousal from my cock."

"Thank you," she breathed, ignoring his smug smile against her cheek, and she was so close, knew that she was just seconds from tipping over the edge. "I'm so close, Klaus, please…"

She moved her head to the side, exposing her neck, and she felt his fangs prick against her skin a moment later, sucking the blood from her.

The feeling of it made her shatter against him, her pussy clenching hard around his cock, and she felt him spill inside of her a few moments later. He fucked her through his orgasm, groaning her name, and set her down gently, pressing her against the wall with his body as he nuzzled her cheek, scraping his blunt teeth down her jaw lightly to make her moan.

He bit into his wrist, offering it to her, and she drank a few gulps, moaning at the taste of him.

"I love the way you smell with my come inside of you," he said quietly as he nosed her neck. "So delicious…"

Caroline moaned softly as the pad of his finger drew lazy patterns on the insides of her thigh. She felt him growing hard again, and she wrapped her hand around him to stroke him, gasping softly when he grabbed her wrist, keeping it away. "Now, love… I didn't tell you that you could touch," he said, his voice dangerously soft.

"Sorry."

"Bend over the table. You'll count twenty strikes for me before I take you from behind, and then perhaps if you're lucky I'll let you come again..."

Could you do something with Caroline getting a tattoo with or by klaus of a hummingbird, which leads to confessions & smut ? Love you're writing!

Caroline hummed contentedly, her eyes closed as she inhaled Klaus's scent, her body completely draped on top of his as they dozed together in his bed.

She trailed a finger across his shoulder, the tip of it tracing the birds inked into his skin. "How did you get these?"

Klaus frowned, his fingers rubbing lazy circles on the small of her bare back. "I'm not quite sure what you mean."

"How does your vamp healing let them stay?"

He smirked. "Science."

"Care to elaborate on that?"

"The ink that forms the tattoo is driven into the skin, causing inflammation, which your body attempts to fight off. While the ink is being cleared by your immune system, the excess is soaked up by your skin creating the image. The reason it stays is because, as with when you're staked or shot, the foreign object or substance will remain in your body until you remove it. Just as your body will not heal from a bullet wound until you dig it out, the ink will not disappear unless you remove it."

"So, if someone ripped your arm off and it grew back, the tattoo would be gone, right? Because it would regrow without the ink."

"Yes, but that's rather drastic."

"That panther is hideous."

"Is that a hint, love?"

She just shifted on top of him, kissing his stubbled cheek. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She felt him smile against her skin. "Any particular reason you're asking?"

She was silent for a moment, laying her head against his chest, smiling slightly against his skin. "I think I want one."

"What would you like?"

"A hummingbird."

He froze underneath her, his hand pausing in its movements. "Oh?"

She felt his undead heartbeat speed up slightly and tried not to wince. She had run into Klaus in the south of France nine months before (although she'd suspected for almost as long that it wasn't as random a meeting as she'd initially thought), and he had offered to take her for dinner.

They'd ended up tangled together in his bed that night, and she'd been staying at his villa ever since.

She had never explicitly said that she wanted to stay, nor had he asked, but the question had been hanging between them, the elephant in the room, so-to-speak. Caroline knew that he wanted her to stay, but she had started off unsure of what she wanted.

Caroline had realized that the past nine months had been the best of her life, and she wanted to spend much longer with him, but she hadn't been able to get the words out yet. She knew that he was secretly a bit wary of her motives, unsure of whether she was using him as a way to get laid for however long she was staying, and she didn't want that.

"Yeah. I like hummingbirds. They're pretty."

He deflated slightly. "I see."

She bit her lip, knowing that this would be her chance to tell him without telling him, and propping herself up to look at him. "Will you draw it for me?"

"Beg pardon?"

"Will you draw the hummingbird for me? The design?"

"What do you want for it? What colors?"

She gave him a calculating look, trying to figure out how to say what she wanted to.

"Do you remember telling me about the hummingbird at the pageant?"

"I do," he said slowly, as though it should have been obvious.

"I want that one."

"Why?"

"It's symbolic," she said, settling back against him, her cheek against his chest. Against his heartbeat.

"Of?"

"You said that it made you think about what it would be like to have to work that hard every day to stay alive, how it was constantly on the verge of death. It made me think about it, you know? I feel like those last years I spent in Mystic Falls… I nearly died so many times, but I survived."

"But the hummingbird specifically?"

"You made me think about and accept how much I love being a vampire. It made me realize that I didn't have to be what everyone wanted. I didn't have to want to go back to being human."

"Fair enough," he said slowly.

"So, draw it for me?" she asked hopefully, looking at him, eyes wide and imploring, and he nodded.

"All right, love."

She rolled off of him to let him get his sketchbook, peering over his shoulder as he sketched an outline, shading it carefully, and mumbling something about buying colored pencils later.

The next day, he took her to a tattoo shop, held her hand while she got the tattoo on her collarbone, watching the tattoo artist carefully as he worked.

They left the shop with the supplies to take care of it, which Caroline insisted on keeping despite the fact that she'd never use them, and he took her out to a cafe where they had coffee, most of the hummingbird exposed next to the strap of her sundress.

"Thank you," she said abruptly before taking another sip of coffee.

"For?"

"This. Everything."

He gave her a dimpled smile, and she took a deep breath, trying to find the words that she'd been marinating on the entire time the tattoo gun was working against her body.

"It was also the first time I realized that I could fall in love with you," she said in a rush, keeping her eyes on her coffee cup. "The hummingbird story, I mean."

She heard him take a breath in preparation to say something, but she pushed on, trying to keep him from interrupting. "I was always attracted to you, obviously, but I thought that it would pass. Then, that day...It wasn't even that story. It was just you. It was the first time I'd ever really understood that you could be emotionally vulnerable, and you chose to do it with me. You chose me, which I totally still don't understand, by the way. It was the first time I felt like anyone valued my opinion.

"I felt so guilty later, too. I was so mad at myself. It was like I wanted to jump into something with the first person who showed me any attention, and that was old Caroline, and I didn't like old Caroline at all. So, I tried to push it away. I resisted so much more than I had before because I was scared. The story stuck with me, though. It made me think about wanting to be free to do what I wanted. That's what it symbolizes I guess. Freedom. The feeling that I can let myself do things just for me. Like being with you."

She looked up at him, and the way he was looking at her snatched all the breath out of her lungs. His gaze was hot, reverent, his eyes slightly wide. It was only a moment before he cleared his expression, setting his coffee cup down.

"What are you saying, love?"

"I want you. I want to be with you," she said. "I know I came here saying I wanted to just try it and be casual, but I don't think I can do it. I want you, Klaus. I want forever with you."

He looked like he'd been struck speechless, and she felt an odd mix of pleased with herself and vulnerable from how absolutely stunned he looked.

"Klaus?" she prodded, biting her lip.

"I am much more than 'okay' with that, sweetheart."

"Great. So, take me home?" she asked, giving him a bright smile.

She didn't have to tell him twice.

Less than twenty minutes later she found herself pushed up against the front door of the villa, Klaus's lips frantically pressing against hers, his hands moving under the skirt of her dress to grip her hips, pulling her against him. She pulled his henley off, throwing it to the floor as she ground herself against the bulge in his jeans, moaning at the friction it caused, and he groaned against her mouth.

They sped to their bedroom, and Klaus laid her down on the mattress, climbing on top of her, the weight of his body pleasant on hers. His lips and tongue made fast-fading marks on her neck, which sent sparks of need to her core, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms going over his shoulders to tangle her fingers in his hair.

"Klaus, please…"

"Patience, love. We have eternity, after all," he mumbled against her neck, scraping his blunt teeth along her skin.

"How long have you been waiting to say that?" she gasped out teasingly as he scratched his nails down the backs of her thighs under her dress, pushing her legs back, her skirt bunching around her waist as he moved down her body to press his lips against her inner thighs.

"Quite a while," he mumbled against her skin.

She moaned at the teasing strokes of his tongue against her sensitive skin, the brush of his stubble, and she reached to tug lightly on his hair, trying to bring his face to where she needed it most.

"I need your mouth on me, Klaus."

He hooked his finger around the lace covering her pussy and ripped it, throwing the fabric to the side and circling her entrance with his tongue. She gasped out a long string of expletives, her grip on his hair tightening, and she felt him smile against her before he gave her a long, hard lick, pushing his fingers inside her as his tongue swirled around her clit, curling them to brush against her g-spot.

Her hips jerked, and he pulled his fingers away. She felt the slickness of her juices on his fingers as he settled his hands under her thighs, pulling her pussy closer to his mouth while pushing her legs apart, spreading them as far as they could go as he lapped enthusiastically at her core, groaning at her taste.

Her hips were rolling against his face, but he didn't seem to mind as his tongue moved faster, her impending release building quickly. "Klaus, your tongue feels so good on me," she gasped out. "Oh my god…"

The swipes of his tongue against her skin only moved faster from there, and she practically sobbed as his rhythmic movements tipped her over the edge. She came around his tongue, her hips rolling unrestrainedly against his face as she screamed his name, and he pulled back once she was done, licking his lips, smirking at her ragged breathing as he pushed himself on his elbows, looming over her predatorily.

"You're so beautiful like this, sweetheart. Bright-eyed and dripping with need. Shall I make you come again around my cock?"

She nodded, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing, and she reached to undo his jeans before thinking better of it and ripping them away, freeing his erection. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly as she watched his body grow taut with the pleasure of it, spreading her legs and guiding him to her entrance.

"Fuck me, Klaus."

He pushed her skirt up higher around her waist, apparently not wanting to bother with ripping the fabric away, and sheathed himself inside of her in one movement, both of them lingering there just to savor in the feel of each other. They'd had sex almost every day for the last nine months, but Caroline couldn't help but feel the change in tone as they began to move together, the heat in his eyes as he watched her moan for him making her flush.

She raised her hips to meet his thrusts, and she let her eyes close in pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast, the bed thumping against the wall as the sound of their skin meeting filled the room.

Caroline scratched her nails down his back, making him groan, and she pulled him down for another kiss as her second release was reaching its peak. His tongue pushed inside of her mouth, and she could taste herself as his lips moved against hers.

He pulled away to nip lightly at her jaw and neck, and she panted out his name as he sucked against a particularly sensitive spot.

"Klaus, I'm going to come...I'm so close…"

He smiled against her skin, pulling down the strap of her dress so that his teeth could scrape down her collarbone over her new tattoo, and she came undone, writhing against him as her pussy clenched around his cock, repeating his name through her gasped moans.

He fucked her through her orgasm, his body growing taut against her as he tipped over the edge, his thrusts becoming more frenzied as he spilled inside of her, slumping on top of her for a few moments before rolling away and pulling her to drape her body across his. They were both breathing raggedly, and she sat up on her knees to pull her dress over her head so that she could feel his skin against hers before settling back down on top of him.

She pressed a gentle kiss to the birds along his shoulder, and he stroked the skin of her lower back as she pulled away, just drinking her in with his gaze.

"I'm happy you're here," he said quietly, and she smiled, knowing that it was about as close to an 'I love you' as she was going to get for the foreseeable future.

He didn't trust easily, and she wouldn't pressure him.

"I'm happy to be with you," she said, bending down to kiss him again, giggling as he rolled them over, pressing a kiss to the hummingbird on her shoulder before beginning to kiss her neck again, his cock twitching against her thigh.

"Seriously, though. Promise me that if you get your arm ripped off you won't get the panther tattoo again."

He laughed, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

"If that's all you want from me, sweetheart, we need to work on your negotiating."

She flipped them over again, straddling him with a smile, her palms braced against his chest.

"Oh, that is definitely not all I want from you…"

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