Hi guys! I hope this little update finds you all ready for some smutty goodness! Here's another installment with this little drabble taking it's name from the Title of our series. What happens when Klaus delivers Caroline's pizza...extra sausage please!
Written by Ashley (jomosfamilyjewels)
Caroline shuffles the remaining contents of her cupboards - a box of Rice-A-Roni, two cans of black beans, a box of Mac & Cheese. She's not sure why she's even bothering looking, since it's Saturday night, well past midnight, and the number for Mikaelini's is on the fridge.
She's lived in this neighborhood for almost 4 months now, wanting to be closer to the club that she manages. She keeps late hours, has no time for a social life, and her diet has most recently consisted of leftovers behind the bar and a small veggie pizza from Mikaelini's down the street. It's unfortunate that the pizza isn't really that great, but the delivery boys, well that's a whole other story.
One in particular, if she's quite honest, although every single one of the Mikaelini sons are too cute to be working in a pizza parlor. She's thought about asking the younger one - Kol, she thinks - if he would ever consider dancing at her club. He could keep the delivery uniform, the cougars love that sort of shit and would quite literally eat him alive.
Then there's the two older siblings, one with hippy brown hair that's always pulled up into a bun. He's pretty stoned every time he comes to the door, but still nice to look at. Pretty dark eyes, and a chiseled jawline. There's a simple gold band in place on his ring finger, letting her know that somebody out there decided him worthy enough to marry. Man bun and all.
Then there's the suit. He's only delivered to her once, dressed like he just got off work.
"Busy night?" she asked him when her pizza finally arrived an hour later than usual.
"Yes, my apologies," the Suit responded.
"You're not the typical delivery boy," she said, smiling to ease his uncomfortableness, while handing him a twenty.
"No, my family just needed an extra hand with a few deliveries."
"Well, don't worry, you're still getting a tip," she smiled. "You can keep the change."
"That's...really not necessary," he told her, but not in a humble sort of way, but he genuinely looked as though he didn't need anything from her.
"Take it, and give it to whoever was supposed to deliver my pizza."
"That would be Klaus," he says stonelike, and then nods his head and leaves.
That was when she learned his name.
The dishwater blonde with light eyes and a mouth so plump that she's spent many evenings wondering what it would feel like to have those lips all over her body. She's aware of the stereotype, and has even played out a few fantasies in her mind.
She's been in sexual starvation mode for longer than she'd care to admit. Who needs a man when you're surrounded by sexy dancers all night long?
Answer? Caroline Forbes.
If anything, watching her gentlemen gyrate and grind on stage has left her a little damp below with only her vibrator to keep her company.
She stands in the kitchen now, staring at the Mikaelini's flyer. She's absolutely going to order, but does she ask for Klaus specifically or let fate make the call on who shows up at her door?
She picks up the phone and dials the number.
"Mikaelini's," the older British woman answers.
"Yes, um...hi, this is Caroline Forbes."
"Hello Miss Forbes. The usual?"
"Yes please," she says. "But…" She's going to do it. She's going to ask for the sausage.
"Did you need something else?" the woman asks after a long pause.
"Well- could you...who is…" Caroline sighs. "No. Just the regular. Thanks."
"Okay, we'll have that up to you in a half hour."
"Was that Caroline Forbes?"
"Yes," Esther tells her youngest son.
"She is so hot," he coos. "Let me deliver it."
"No, Kol. You have three deliveries that need to go out right now. Klaus can take it."
"He's not even back yet," he whines.
"He will be. Now go."
"Ugh, fine. But if he's not back by the time I am, I'm delivering that pizza."
Caroline rushes to the bathroom after hanging up the phone. She looks at herself in the mirror and opens up her makeup bag. A little powder, some more blush, and why not add a smokey eye for the hell of it. She checks her legs to make sure they're baby smooth and then puts on a casual number that still screams sex, bypassing her underwear drawer and going commando with some cropped jean shorts and a black tank top.
She glances at herself in the mirror and is happy with the outcome.
He isn't going to know what hit him.
There's a knock at the door and she takes a deep breath, hoping it's him but really, she's so pent up that she'd take any one of them, even if it's the Suit.
She flings open the door, ready to pounce, when she comes face to face with red eyes and a man bun.
"Oh," she says deflated.
"Hey," the older, non single one nods. "$15.82 please."
"Yeah," she shakes her head, a little embarrassed at what she was planning on doing. "Just a sec."
She goes to the kitchen and grabs a twenty from her purse, handing it over and taking the pizza.
"Have a nice night," the stoner tells her.
"You too," she returns and gives him a tight lipped smile.
Well, it looks like another night by herself. The sky's the limit, however, so maybe she'll use extra lube this time.
"How did it go?"
"What?"
"The delivery to the blonde down the street."
"Fine," Finn shrugs and meanders to the back of the counter.
"What was she wearing?"
"What?"
"What. Was. She. Wearing?" Kol asks again.
"I don't know, man, some shorts and a tank top."
"Who are we talking about?" Klaus inquires as he makes his way from the back of the house.
"Caroline Forbes."
"The blonde down the street?"
"Yeah," Kol says, "Stoner here got to deliver this time."
"What was she wearing?" Klaus asks the same question.
"You two are ridiculous," Finn tells them and then disappears behind the swinging doors.
"Finn?!" a voice screeches. "Where's the pepperoni and sausage pizza for Mrs. Jenkins?"
"What?"
"The pizza...for Mrs. Jenkins? And why hasn't anyone delivered Ms. Forbes veggie yet?"
It took a minute for all of them to come to the same conclusion.
Finn delivered the wrong pizza.
"I got it."
"I got it."
Klaus and Kol say at the same time and rush to the back.
Caroline sets the pizza down and opens a bottle of wine. She pours herself a glass and flips the top open.
"Oh no," she says at the sight of a pepperoni and sausage pizza in front of her. "I can't eat this."
She picks up her phone to call Mikaelini's to let them know of their mistake when there's another knock at the door.
"Who in the world?" she asks herself.
She sets her phone down and opens the door, surprised to see Klaus standing on the other side, another pizza in hand.
"Hi," she says and is perfectly aware of the stupid grin on her face.
"Hey," he says back. "It looks like we may have, um…" he trails off, clearing his throat after glancing down Caroline's figure. "...delivered the wrong pizza."
"Oh, um, yeah," she says, biting her lip and giving him a once over herself. "I was just about to call." She takes the pizza and sets it down on the entryway table. "It's funny though," she says, feeling a bit braver.
"What's that?" he asks, his pouty lips not quite closing as he tries to focus on anything but her braless state.
"Well," she says, sauntering a bit closer. "Ironically, I was thinking about ordering some sausage with my pizza this time." She glances up at him through her lashes, laying it on as thick as possible.
She watches his eyes grow wide and then a smirk rises in the corner of his mouth. "Ya don't say?"
"Mmm-Hmm," she hums, and her fingers clutch around the collar of his shirt, pulling him in and taking that pouty bottom lip between her teeth.
She sucks and darts her tongue inside his mouth, greeting his as his mouth opens wide to invite her in. She wraps her hand around his neck, standing on her tip toes and pressing her body against him.
His hands wrap around her waist and he grasps the back of her tank top. They break apart and he breathlessly speaks, "This is not happening."
"Oh, it's happening," she tells him and turns him around, pushing him back and onto her couch.
She slowly lifts her shirt, letting her breast fall freely. She takes a moment to let him drink her in, and she runs her hands up her sides and puts on a little show. She walks slowly over to him and straddles his lap, grabbing his hands and moving them to her breasts. He takes hold and massages lightly and her head rolls back in delight.
She tilts her head down and kisses him again - long and deep, the sound of their lips smacking and their breath ragged filling the room. His hand is in her hair now, cradling her head, while his other wanders across her body.
She lifts his shirt over his head and grinds herself against him. He moans and she smiles, feeling him get harder as she rotates her hips. He kisses her nipple before taking it in his mouth, sucking and licking, turning it into a stone nub of arousal. She grabs the sides of his head and holds him there, still grinding on top of him and whimpering as he takes the other in his mouth next.
She's practically dripping with anticipation as he kisses up her chest and along her neck. His hand slides down her stomach and flicks open the button of her shorts and he dips his hand below in search of her clit.
He finds it and she all but shatters right there.
"Oh god," she pants, as he begins to work the swollen crux with his thumb.
"You like that?" he asks, staring up at her and watching as he takes her to another level of ecstasy.
Mmm, yeah," she responds, gripping the couch behind his head and moving with the rhythm of his thumb. "Stay right there."
He does as she asks but turns up the friction, rubbing harder and delighting in the way she's falling apart.
"Yes...YES!"
He slides his thumb back, coating it with her juices before bringing it back to her clit. The slickness and ease of his endeavors wash over her face as he does this again and again, until she's barely holding on.
Her hips freeze in the air and he rubs harder and faster. She's suddenly screaming out, and her body rolls back and forth as her first orgasm breaks free, soaking her completely.
She collapses on top of him, her head cradled in his neck. He withdraws his fingers and licks his thumb.
"Delightful," he tells her, which just fuels her up for another round.
"So," she says. "Let's take a look at that sausage of yours."
He laughs and she's speedy, as she unbuttons his pants and dives her hand below. She's more than pleased with what she finds.
"Oh, Klaus," she says with surprise and with eyes as big as pepperoni slices. "You do not disappoint."
"Glad to hear it," he tells her.
She licks her hand from palm to tip, soaking it before bringing it around his cock. She pumps and rolls her fingers around his tip, delighting in the way he moans into her mouth. There's nothing better than feeling this kind of control over a man. She does this for some time before pulling away and slowly, almost snake like, slithers down his body.
She's on her knees now, positioned between his thighs, and falls forward to lick him from the base to the very tip where she lazily rolls her tongue. She puts it in and quickly pops it out, and he sucks air through his teeth, hissing in pleasure as she tortures him.
Soon her head is bobbing up and down with ferocity. Her mouth can barely contain him, but she presses forward, loving the feel of him in her mouth. Every pulse, every twitch, every sign that says she's doing everything right. She knows he's close, so she pulls back and looks up at him.
"Don't stop," he says through gritted teeth.
"I thought you might like something a little better than my mouth."
Her shorts drop to the floor and she straddles him again, his hands reaching out to grasp her hips. He runs his hands around her ass, slapping her cheek as she positions herself on top of him.
"Oh," she gasps, and sinks down. She's overwhelmed with his girth, how it stretches her while he slides deep inside. "Oh...oh," she says again before beginning to move.
His hands grip her hips once more, coaxing her back and forth as she rocks on top of him. Her hands find her breasts and she pinches her nipples, a look of pure consternation on her face as he continues to move inside of her.
"Get behind me," she tells him. "I want you to fuck me from behind."
She's even surprised at her own forcefulness, as she crawls off of him and to the end of the couch. She places her ass high in the air and looks back at him, watching as he continues to stroke himself and lick his lips.
"I am so glad we delivered the wrong pizza," he tells her before launching forward and positioning himself behind her.
She feels him inside of her once more, and his hands run up her back and to her hair, before sliding back down and grasping her hips. He starts out slow, getting situated and making sure she's comfortable.
"Is this alright?"
"Once you pick up the pace, it's going to be fantastic," she purrs.
He doesn't need to be told twice, and quickly begins to pound inside her. "Like this?" he asks, making each thrust deeper than the last.
"Faster...faster!" she demands.
Soon there's an orchestration of loud cries, panting and the sound of skin slapping against each other, as he takes her hard and fast from behind. He falls forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his fingers between her folds. She cries out again.
"Holy shit...YES! Fucking don't stop."
With his cock throbbing inside of her and his hand rubbing furiously against her clit, the familiar tingle of an oncoming orgasm begins to spread throughout her body. Her feet begin to curl, her eyes are closed shut and her mouth is open wide. She can't move...she can't speak...the pleasure is going to make her explode, and with a final thrust that's exactly what happens. She screams so loud that she's sure she's woken the neighbors, but as she sinks into the cushion in front of her and he slowly finishes moving inside of her, she doesn't care about anything else.
"Did you finish?" she asks him.
"Not yet...if that's alright?"
She couldn't believe her luck. The men she'd been with in the past would've been finished the second her mouth hit their cock, but not this guy. Not this random, sexy as fuck, pizza delivery boy.
He's down for an all nighter, as far as she can tell.
She turns around and raises up to her knees, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kisses him roughly, biting his bottom lip as she separates from him.
"You wanna take this into the bedroom?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Fin.
As the night moves on, and there's no sign of Klaus, Kol Mikaelson is hating himself for letting Klaus deliver that pizza.
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