Abridged Summaries:
1. Caroline is secretly dating her best friend's older brother, and so when she sleeps over she sneaks away to have some fun with him. Smut.
2. Klaus has his soulmate's first words to him written on his arm, but when the girl he runs into at the train station says them, she disappears into the crowd before he can reply. Smut.
3. Klaus is the bodyguard for Caroline, who is a vampire princess. When she disappears on him, he decides that tying her up might be a better strategy to keep her in place... Smut.

Human au! Caroline and Rebekah are best friends and they have a sleepover at the Mikaelsons. Rebekah doesn't know but klaus and Caroline fuck on the down low, and at the sleep over Caroline sneaks off to have sex with klaus, and Rebekah walks in on them as soon as the couple cums together.

"Do you mind if I stay over?" Caroline asked. "My mom is at the station tonight."

"Your mum's always at the station."

"I think what Rebekah means is that you're welcome to stay tonight," Esther said with a pointed look at her daughter before turning back to flipping through a clothing catalogue.

Rebekah shrugged and nodded, popping a carrot in her mouth. "Yes, that."

"Your father and I will be out, Rebekah, Kol, so do be good hosts. And don't burn the house down while we're away."

"Would we be allowed to burn the house down normally, Mother? Because I, for one, am completely willing to collect on that offer."

"No, Kol," Esther said, not even looking up from this season's winter coats, and picking up a marker to circle two pieces.

"Pity," Kol said, lazily leaning back and setting his feet on the armrest of the couch next to Rebekah's face, and she gagged exaggeratedly, pushing him away.

"In any case, I'll leave some money for take-out, and if you could please ensure that Niklaus and Elijah actually agree with your choice instead of just ordering pizza, that would be preferable. And by 'preferable', Kol, I mean 'mandatory'. Understood?"

"Yes, Mother."

Soon enough, Esther and Mikael had departed, and Rebekah and Caroline returned to binge-watching their new favorite television show with Kol providing unwanted commentary.

"I'll just go and check to see what Klaus and Elijah want to eat," Caroline said after Kol made a particularly lewd comment about the protagonist, causing Rebekah to throw a pillow at him.

"All right. I vote pizza."

"Me too," Kol agreed.

"I'll keep that in mind," Caroline said, getting up to move up the stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms were.

She knocked on Elijah's door first, waiting until she heard the quiet 'come in' before easing the door open and standing in the entryway, not crossing the threshold. "We're deciding what to order for dinner."

"I have no preference. Thank you for asking, Caroline."

Bristling at Elijah's stiff dismissal, Caroline mumbled an 'okay' and closed Elijah's door, turning to knock on Klaus's.

Klaus opened it and she smiled at him. "Hey. So, we're deciding what to have for dinner. Do you care?"

"Whatever you want, love."

"You sure?" she asked, and Klaus sighed knowingly.

"As long as it's not pizza."

"Well, currently you're outvoted."

"And what if you vote with me?"

"Depends. What would I get in exchange for that?" she teased, and he grinned, reaching to lay a hand on her hip.

"I'm sure I can think of something later. You're staying over?"

"Yep. My mom's working late."

"Excellent. Get Elijah to pick up something from Zhu's, sweetheart, and I'm sure we'll figure out something."

She scoffed, stretching on her toes to kiss him quickly on the lips. "Pretty sure you'd figure out something even if I didn't."

"It's not my fault you're irresistible, sweetheart," he muttered before bending down to catch her lips again.

She let him before pulling back, smiling. "I'll talk to Elijah."

XXX

"Nik, the food's here!" Rebekah called up the stairs, and Caroline sat at the kitchen table, propping her feet up on the chair next to her until Klaus came down the stairs and then pulling them off so that he could sit beside her.

He rested his hand on her knee under the table, and somehow managed to look natural, and she coughed into her orange chicken when his hand went under her skirt to brush teasingly against her inner thigh.

"You all right there?" Kol asked, pushing Caroline's water glass towards her as she spluttered, and she nodded, kicking Klaus lightly under the table.

"Yeah, sorry. Just nearly went down the wrong pipe."

Klaus smirked into his drink but took his hand away, squeezing her knee lightly before picking up his knife to cut into his chicken.

She ate her fried rice, ignoring Rebekah and Kol's bickering. Elijah had taken his food back to his room, citing some sort of important college paper (but most likely just wanting to Skype with his girlfriend), and Caroline let her hand slip under the table.

Turnabout was fair play, after all.

The first touch of her hand against Klaus's jeans made him stiffen for just a moment before he shot her a raised eyebrow. She squeezed him lightly through the fabric in response, and he smirked, subtly moving his chair closer to her.

She palmed him slowly, trying not to smile as he attempted to keep eating, his eyes glazing over every now and then when she squeezed him lightly.

"Caroline, do you want to finish the next season before bed? Because you know Elijah's going to come down at ten sharp and tell us it's time for bed."

"Probably," Caroline said grumpily, giving Klaus one last squeeze before withdrawing, ignoring his annoyed glance.

She knew it would take some careful maneuvering to get upstairs without Kol being a dick about it, and she knew she'd be making up for it later, but to be honest she wasn't really all that bothered by it.

XXX

Caroline waited until Rebekah was asleep before getting up, carefully maneuvering through the room to the hallway and knocking lightly on Klaus's door. He pulled it open and she moved inside, her shout of surprise at being pushed against his door silenced by his lips.

She moaned against him, matching his kisses with her own as her fingers tangled in his hair. They kissed languidly, his bare chest pressed against her, his boxers covering his already hard cock against her thigh. She moaned as he snuck his hands underneath the cotton of her pajama shorts, squeezing the skin of her ass lightly before pulling her back towards the bed with him.

She let him push her onto the mattress but tugged him on top of her, moaning into his mouth as he tugged her tank top of her head and palmed her breasts, tugging her nipples between his fingers.

She moaned, letting her head fall back against the pillows, rolling her hips against the bulge in his boxers. He pulled away, his hair mussed, lips swollen, and kissed her jaw as his hand moved to finger the waistband of her shorts. She lifted her hips to help him more easily remove them, moaning when he circled her entrance with a finger.

"So wet for me, Caroline…"

She moaned softly as he pushed two fingers inside of her, biting her lip as she rolled her hips against his hand. He groaned as she reached to wrap her hand around him, stroking him firmly, his forehead dropping to rest on her shoulder as he bucked into her palm.

"Klaus, I need...Fuck…"

She felt him grin against the skin of her neck as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, his fingers still moving inside of her as she stroked him harder. "Klaus, I want you inside me."

"D'you think you can be quiet, sweetheart?"

She nodded, brushing her thumb along the tip of him, making him shudder, before pushing his boxers down and waiting for him to kick them off. She stroked him a few times again, smirking at his groan before positioning him at her entrance.

Both of them groaned as he pushed inside of her, filling her completely. He swore under his breath, and groaned when she rolled her hips against him. "Move."

He did, his forehead pressed against hers as he filled her slowly, his cock hitting her g-spot every time. The pace was almost torturously slow, and she said so through soft pants and moans of his name.

He obliged, his hips moving faster until her fingernails were digging into the sheets, her eyes tightly shut as she felt her lower belly tighten. "I'm so close."

"Come for me, sweetheart."

"Klaus…"

"Moan my name for me. I want to hear you."

She gasped out his name before losing it in her soft pants and moans, trying not to wake anyone. She came around him just as he sped up again, writhing against his body. He whispered her name as he came inside of her, and she heard Rebekah's door fly open just as he'd pulled the sheets on top of them, slumping against her.

"Caroline? Your phone is going off and it's annoying!" she called before muttering something Caroline didn't catch and walking closer to them, opening the door without knocking. "Nik have you seen-Oh my god, what the hell are you doing?"

"I should think it was obvious, Bekah," Klaus said, and Caroline just hoped that if she stayed still and silent Rebekah wouldn't address her.

"Caroline…"

"What?"

"You have broken best friend code number one: Don't date my brother."

"Oops?" Caroline said with what she hoped was a winning smile, and heard Klaus scoff next to her.

"Bekah, get out."

"Klaus!" Caroline hissed, glaring at him, but he just shrugged.

"Bekah, leave so that Caroline can dress, please."

"Oh, no. She is not going to come back to my room with...with...after that. Okay? She can stay in your room or something."

Caroline huffed. "Are you serious right now? It's not like I'll be in your bed."

"I don't care. Don't talk to me," Rebekah snapped, tossing Caroline's phone carelessly into the room, forcing Klaus to catch it out of the air before closing the door harshly.

"She'll get over it, sweetheart," Klaus said, giving her the phone.

Caroline didn't bother to look at the text she got, just putting it on vibrate and setting it on Klaus's side table. "Can I sleep here? Is that okay? Because I can go home…"

"Stay," he said firmly.

She smiled. "Okay."

kc + botanical garden + domestic + soulmates (names, timers, identifying marks, etc) + families, friends, or others think the characters are involved when they're really not + masturbation (solitary or as performance)

Klaus Mikaelson didn't believe in this soulmate bullshit.

Okay, so maybe he had traced the inky black words that had bled onto his forearm the second he'd turned 18, the ones that supposedly were the first words his soulmate said to him, more times than he could count. However, he still for the life of him could not understand what he would ever see in a girl whose first words to him would be, "Oh my god you ass, I just bought this yesterday."

Or, at least, he hadn't believed in it until he'd spilled coffee all over the coat of a well-dressed blonde who had snapped them at him before disappearing into the faceless crowd without waiting for a response.

She was stunning.

XXX

Caroline swore colorfully as she arrived at her office in the back of the butterfly museum and botanical preserve she ran before calling Anna, one of the interns, in to ask her if she would mind running her coat down to dry cleaning with her morning coffee run.

She'd felt something akin to an electric shock when she'd bumped into the handsome man in front of the subway station, and she almost regretted not staying to hear his response.

She'd heard endless sappy speeches from her friend Elena about the feeling of completion that came along with finding your soulmate, but Caroline was more inclined to believe that it was the shock of hot coffee spilling down her front that prompted the jolt that erupted under her skin.

It was statistically improbable that she'd managed to run into her soulmate of all people at the train station, after all. She knew they'd meet eventually, since her arm held the first words he'd say to her, so there was no point in stressing about it.

Sighing, she opened her laptop, checking through her email to make a list of everything pressing that needed to happen that day before lunch. However, her mind kept wandering to the handsome man she'd bumped into and then stormed away from. She couldn't help but feel an itch creeping up under her skin, an ache begin in her lower belly as she pictured his face, and she swore under her breath.

She grew increasingly uncomfortable throughout the day, her brief interaction with the stranger plaguing her mind, and by the end of the workday she was soaking wet, core aching, and in great need of some relief.

She made sure everyone had left before locking up, stuffing the keys in her purse and walking to the subway station, hardly aware of the biting cold as she concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other to get home and fall into bed.

One subway ride and three more blocks of walking later, she closed the door of her apartment firmly behind her, kicked off her shoes, and shut her bedroom door (despite the fact that she lived alone).

Caroline wriggled out of her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse with nimble fingers, her bra falling to the floor on top of it before she crawled into bed. She pushed herself up on her knees, her face cradled in her pillow as she slid her fingers under the lace of her thong to rub against her clit, sending pulses of arousal through her body. She was dripping, her core aching, and she pushed two fingers inside her pussy, hooking them to brush against her g-spot, making her knees buckle.

She sobbed out in pleasure as she came around her fingers, the feeling of relief flooding through her body as she slumped against her mattress. All she could imagine was the stubble of the stranger brushing against her skin as he sucked at her neck, the way his lean muscles would feel against her curves, the way his cock would feel inside of her as he fucked her into the mattress…

She felt the ache build up again and groaned as she spread her legs again, rolling her hips against her fingers. Caroline moaned as the pleasure built again, her body tensing before she came, and she turned over to look at the clock on her side table before getting out of bed, her arousal slick on her inner thighs, to text Bonnie that she was sick and unfortunately wouldn't make it to dinner.

XXX

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"Yes," Klaus said, unable to muster a hint of regret as his (ex) girlfriend looked at him in barely restrained horror. "Camille, you knew it would happen eventually once we met our...soulmates. This didn't mean anything to either of us."

He winced at her strangled choking noise and realized that to one of them it might have actually meant something.

Well, the stupid girl shouldn't have got attached. Honestly...

"But you are my soulmate."

"Beg pardon?"

"Your first words to me," Camille said impatiently, pulling up her sleeve and thrusting her arm at him.

He'd never bothered to read the words written there, and he was surprised that she'd never looked at the ones on his, because if she had she would have known that they most certainly were not soulmates.

"Pardon me, love," he read aloud, sighing as he pulled back.

He should have known that she would have thought they were fated when she had immediately asked him out for coffee that weekend. It took him a moment to realize that Camille had asked him a question.

"Who is she?" Camille repeated.

"I don't know."

"So, you haven't met her."

"I have."

"What does that mean?"

He shrugged, and Camille frowned before huffing and standing up, dropping a few notes on the table and grabbing her purse. "Fine. Have a nice life, Klaus."

He watched her stalk out of the restaurant, a bit amused by her dramatic exit, and took another sip of his water.

Honestly, what had he ever seen in her? Perhaps his subconscious somehow knew who his soulmate was and had picked Camille as a stand-by? She was nothing compared to the girl he'd spilled coffee on in the station, though...

He nearly groaned out loud as he felt his cock twitch again at the memory of her face, the fire in her eyes as she'd reprimanded him, the sway of her hips as she'd stomped off.

She'd been a glorious sight to behold, and he had barely been able to stop thinking about her all day.

Sighing, he motioned the server for the check, pocketing the cash Camille had set down and paying with his card, trying to make a plan for how he'd meet the girl-his soulmate-again.

XXX

Caroline had a plan.

She stood at the stop that she'd bumped into her soulmate on, waiting for the trains to go by. It was just about the same time that he'd gotten off the train the day before, but she couldn't see him.

"I found you."

Caroline froze, turning around to the man who had spoken behind her, the matching words on her forearm seeming to pulse against her skin. She opened her mouth and closed it again, unable to speak for a few seconds before blurting the first thing that occurred to her.

"You owe me a new coat."

kc + aquarium + domestic + sentinels and guides + surprises + handcuffs/restraints / Prompt: Caroline is vampire royalty and Klaus is her bodyguard. I'd say he guards her body juuuuuuuuust fine.

"What were you thinking?"

Caroline turned from the large water tank holding the turtles to face the speaker, her bodyguard, who was standing behind her, arms crossed over his chest.

"I wanted to see the turtles," she said with a delicate shrug of her shoulders before turning back to the enclosure.

"Caroline, you can't just run off like that."

"Of course I can. I'm the Princess. I can do whatever I want," she said, a small smile playing on her lips when she saw Klaus's irritable expression in the reflection of the glass.

She heard him growl, and he was behind her in a second, pressing his lean, muscled body against her back, pinning her against the glass. He grabbed her wrists, holding them tightly, and put his lips to whisper against her ear. "It's my job to protect you, Caroline. You cannot run from me. You cannot hide. I will handcuff your wrists and attach you to a lead if I must do so to keep you safe."

"You wouldn't get away with that," she said, scoffing, clenching her thighs together to attempt to quell the arousal blooming there.

She and Klaus had been sneaking off to have sex for months now, and she was fairly sure it was the worst-kept secret among her father's staff. She enjoyed running off randomly, and he enjoyed catching her and fucking her wherever she ended up, so it was a good system (at least in her opinion).

She shifted against him slightly, trying to subtly grind her ass against his cock, and she heard him take in a sharp breath, felt the stirring of him hardening against her.

"Oh, I would," he whispered, nuzzling her ear. "Your father has given me permission to do whatever it takes to ensure your safety while in enemy territory, including snapping your pretty little neck. However, I'd rather we didn't have to take it that far."

"Why not? You'd love having me tied up, wouldn't you?" she asked, her voice breathy as his breath landed on her neck, making her shiver, arousal beginning to pool between her thighs. "Is that what you want, Klaus? To take me into a side room and restrain me to make sure that I stay exactly where you want me?"

"Perhaps I am mistaken, love, but it seems that may be what you desire. You seem to forget that I can smell how wet you are for me."

"Or maybe I want you to know what I want," she said, taking a sharp breath as he pulled her tightly against him, his hand splayed across her hip, the other pinning her wrists together. "Maybe I want you to follow through on it."

He swallowed audibly, and she smirked, using the moment to turn in his arms, pressing herself against him. "Are you propositioning me, Princess?"

She pressed her lips to his in answer, moaning as he gripped her ass, pulling her to him. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she moaned into his mouth. He backed her up against the glass, pressing her against it, grinding into her, and she tipped her head to the side to let him suck at her neck. "Klaus, back room," she gasped out, rolling her hips against him.

She was pressed against the desk in an office within the next thirty seconds, Klaus kicking the door shut behind them before shedding his coat and pulling a length of enchanted rope he used to bind her attackers when he didn't kill them.

"Turn around."

"No," she said, tipping her head to the side and biting her lip.

She grinned as his eyes darkened. "Do not test me, Caroline."

"But it's so much fun."

He growled, and she felt her walls clench as he roughly grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. She felt the rope tighten around her wrists, tightly coiling of their own accord as Klaus bent down to kiss her before turning her to bend over the desk. "Perhaps if I just keep you occupied, you won't feel the need to escape again."

"Maybe," she gasped out as he pushed her skirt up around her waist.

"Your knickers are soaked through, sweetheart. Have you been wet for me all day?"

"Yes," she gasped out, moaning loudly as he pulled the lace around her knees and pushed two fingers inside of her.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Caroline?"

"Yes, please…"

"Spread your legs for me, love," he ordered, and she obeyed, feeling the ache between her thighs grow in anticipation as she heard him undo his jeans, the tip of him pressing against her entrance just a few moments later.

She swore as he filled her, her whole body shuddering as he began to move, and she felt the rope rub against her wrists, the pleasurable pain of it making her pussy clench around him.

"I love having you like this, Caroline...Bent over and tied up right where I want you," he said, his voice low and husky as he moved, his skin slapping against hers as he fucked her.

He tugged her hair lightly, making her moan, her breaths coming out in sharp gasps, and she let out a soft whimper as he reached to rub her clit with his other hand, and she felt her lower belly tightening as she approached the edge.

"Klaus, I need…"

"Come for me, Caroline," he said, his voice rough, and she moaned as he pinched her clit, tugging lightly on her hair. "Come."

"Klaus…"

"Now, Caroline."

It was the raw need in his voice that tipped her over the edge, and she clenched around him, gasping out his name as the ropes rubbed against her wrists when she tried to escape them. She needed to feel him, needed to rake her fingernails down his back, feel his skin pressed fully against hers, and she got her wish when he flipped her over, laying her back and tearing the rope away from her wrists, slamming into her hard, making the desk shake.

"Fuck, Caroline…" he growled, and she felt his body tense before he spilled inside of her.

They both caught their breath, and Klaus sat on the office chair, pulling her to straddle him, her body pressed against his. "I don't think I can move," she mumbled, burying her face in his neck, and he chuckled.

"That was rather the point, sweetheart."

"And if I asked you to prove it again…?"

"Well, sweetheart, if you need further proof, who am I to deny you?"

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