Make Me Feel Better

Request: Can you write a smutty fic of Caroline in her cheerleading outfit?

So smut.

He had been surprised once or twice in his long life, but Klaus had never been more surprised than when his phone had rung, an unknown number on the screen and he answered it to the voice of the one girl who he never thought would call him. Caroline.

Klaus' fists and heart clenched at her tear filled voice as she explained that she needed someone to pick her up. Of course he went without further question.

The tears that soaked her face as she clutched her bag and jacket to her chest caused a physical ache in him. He wanted to rip apart whoever had dared to hurt her like this, his strong girl. It had to have been one of her idiotic friends. Just another reason for him to kill them he thought, as he got out of the car, approaching her and clasping her arm gently, pulling her towards the passenger side. Klaus was surprised that Caroline didn't pull away from his hold, instead letting him lead her the whole way.

Once she was in, he walked back around the car, getting in on his side. Now that she had lost the protection of her things, which she had set on the floor by her feet, his eyes widened. He hadn't expected her to be dressed as she was, in the cheer uniform that he had seen Rebekah bring home. The short skirt was riding up her thighs, and he clenched the steering wheel tighter.

Caroline had called Klaus because he was the one person that she knew in all of this that would answer. Damon and Stefan were too worried about Elena to care, and even Matt went with them after she and Elena had fought; Bonnie was nowhere to be found, and her mom had work.

Why did he have to always be the one that seemed to care only about her? It made it so hard to pretend that she hated him.

She looked over at him, saw the way his eyes looked at the exposed skin of her thigh, and her initial reaction was to scoff at him, grab her jacket and cover herself. But would it really be that bad for her to be with him? After everything all of them had done, was he really the worst of them? "Klaus, pull over." He complied, and before she could change her mind she moved over to his lap, straddling his waist.

When she leaned in to try to kiss him, he grabbed her face gently between his hands stopping her. "Caroline, you don't want this. You're upset, and I won't take advantage of you."

"Do you want to know why I was upset?" His eyes flashed back to hers at her question, his hands stilling from wrapping around her waist and moving her back to her seat. He nodded and she continued. "Elena said that no one cared about me, that no one would ever care about me. But I realized that she was wrong, and I was stupid to think that she was right. That was why I called you. I've been pretending that you don't really care about me, and that I don't care about you, and I can't do that anymore. I don't want to do it anymore."

He sighed, and she saw the fight in his eyes before his hands fisted into her hair pulling her down to him. Their lips touched, and it was everything Caroline dreamed it would be. It was passionate, rough, and loving all at once, sort of like him. She felt his growing bulge through the thin material of her underwear, and she pressed herself closer to him in response before he pulled away slightly to murmur against her lips. "Let me take you home?"

"No," She responded quickly, "Now, I need you now." He growled in response, opening his door to her confusion, but when he pulled them out, slamming the door with his foot, before pulling the back door open and laying her on the back seat. She looked at him questioningly when he didn't join her, but she soon understood when he reached under her cheer skirt, pulling her underwear down and off, tossing them into the front. Klaus then pushed her skirt up so that it was bunched at her hips, and he looked down on her hungrily.

He traced a lone finger down her folds, and she moaned at the contact. "How is it possible that you're even beautiful here?" She smiled at his words, feeling nothing but loved in that moment. Klaus lifted her legs, putting them over his shoulders, before he leaned forward, finding her clit quickly, sucking and biting as his two of fingers found her again, thrusting inside of her. She moaned, arching her back as her hands gripped the seats on either side of her, squeezing her legs involuntarily. His other hand gripped her waist, as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of her, spreading her, preparing her for him. Caroline shuddered, moving her hands to grip his hair, tugging him closer to her.

The feeling of his tongue on her, his hot breath, his fingers entering and exiting her body in quick repetition, was quickly bringing her to her peak, and her body was flashing hot and cold, shuddering, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin, and then she was moaning his name over and over again as her world shattered.

His mouth never left her, working her until the last shiver of pleasure left her. He raised himself up then, smirking up at her and she smiled down at him. Klaus pushed himself up, pulling her skirt down, and she pouted in protest as he gripped her arms and pulled her up. "I will have you love," he paused, kissing her gently, "But not in the back of a car. Come on, we can go to my house if you'd like."

Caroline tugged his shirt, kissing him once more, pulling back to fix him with a small glare and a raised brow. "You think?"

He had her that night, over and over again, and all through the next day as they alternated between sex, sleep, and food. They christened every room in his house, marking it as theirs.