AN: This is another one written for Klarodrabblequest blog - actually the very first one I've written for them and one of the first Klaroline drabbles I've written in general *nostalgic sigh*
High school/College AU. Caroline is high school senior and Klaus is a pre-med college student. They meet at a football game. Smut ensues.
NSFW.
Caroline was furious, there was no other way around it.
It was supposed to be a happy time – she had led her squad to the finals of local championships, and she was graduating in 2 months, for fuck's sake.
Leave it to Tyler to ruin it all.
Right now the boys were waiting for their game to start and she was forced to see Tyler fawning over some cheerleader from Richmond Prep, their opponent.
Some school spirit he has.
Not to mention, barely 3 days had passed since he had broken up with her. And the reason? He'd called her out on not having sex with him. Because they had been dating for a whole two weeks and, come on, Caroline, why is that a problem? Everybody knows you've done it already.
He was not going to slut-shame her. Good riddance.
And, the truth was that, despite her reputation, Caroline was still a virgin.
It wasn't that she didn't feel ready to have sex, it's just… it had never felt right to have sex with any of the guys she'd met. She'd dated – a lot – but other than that, her only 'serious' relationship had been with Matt Donovan and that had been all drama with none of the perks.
And so she definitely hadn't intended on giving it up for a jerk who thought he was god's greatest gift to women just because he was the school's quarterback.
She would just have to focus on something else. Like the competition.
Or him.
She heard the crowd cheering for the team that had just entered the stadium. The Original Barkers (an odd name for a team, in her opinion) flooded the field but Caroline's gaze was focused on someone else entirely.
He had sandy blond curls, and the most kissable lips she had ever seen on a man. And with her amazing planning skills, she had already formed more than a few plans for those lips.
As her squad prepared to begin the routine prior to kick-off, Caroline took a quick glance at the benches one more time and there he was, standing with arms crossed, his eyes raking over her appreciatively. She felt heat spread through her body – her body that was suddenly buzzing with need.
Caroline felt the urge to lower her eyes but didn't. Instead she looked back right at him, being obvious about checking him out. Meeting his eyes, she quirked an eyebrow then started with the routine.
Take that.
Throughout the dance, she felt incredibly aware of his gaze. With a little smile, she decided to give him a bit of a show and made her moves a slightly more expressive than usual.
As the game moved forward, the Timberwolves were doing progressively worse and worse but Caroline found that she had stopped caring about that around the third heated glance exchange between herself and Mr. Kissable.
Unfortunately, she was so engrossed in eye-fucking with him that she didn't notice one of the players losing their balance and crashing into her.
That hurt.
All of a sudden Caroline found herself lying on the ground, a throbbing pain in her left ankle. She heard the concerned voices of her teammates followed by an angry British one.
"Out of the way, now!"
She heard their coach yell for a time-out and a sheepish mumbling of an apology from somewhere behind her.
Caroline willed herself to open her eyes and was met with a pair of stormy blue ones, attached to the face of the guy she had been flirting with. He looked over her carefully, obviously concerned.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" he asked, checking her pulse, which suddenly became unnaturally rapid – not entirely because of her collision with some jerk football player.
She tried to calm herself but his touch was so delicate and his accent was just delicious.
"I'm fine, I think…"
"Can you stand?"
She nodded and he got up, extending one hand to help her and placing the other behind her back. It was a good thing he did because as soon as she set her foot on the ground, she felt a jolt of pain rush up into her leg. She probably would have fallen again without his support.
"What's your name, love?" Mr. I'm Ridiculously Hot asked.
"Caroline."
"Alright, Caroline, I'm Klaus. Here's what we're going to do. Clearly, you need medical attention and fortunately, there's a med centre in the back building – but to get there, I need to carry you, ok?" he said, trying to soothe her.
Caroline just nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.
He smelled incredible.
He made his way through the stadium as she inhaled his scent, thinking of all the things she wanted to do with him.
It wasn't only because he was unbelievably attractive. The way he'd looked at her across that field –as if he wanted to devour her– had just made her so incredibly…hot.
And damn, Caroline didn't really want to cool off.
All too soon they entered the med facility and he gently placed her on the counter. Then he proceeded to collect some bandages and other medical supplies. The next thing she knew, he was standing in front of her with horrifically giant scissors.
Umm – serial killer alert?!
"What do you think you're doing?" she spat angrily.
"Your ankle is swollen and I need to remove your shoe, love. No need to get your knickers in a twist."
"And how do you know what to do? Are you even qualified to do this?"
"To cut through your sneakers? Not specifically. But I am a pre-med student and on the staff with the team. And, forgive me for saying this Caroline, but it's not a very complicated case. Now may I?"
Feeling a little calmer, she just nodded for him to continue.
Kneeling in front of her, he put her foot on his knee, carefully cutting through the material. When he finished, Caroline was able to take a look at it.
Her ankle didn't look awful but it was slightly swollen. Just then Klaus started to examine it, though, and she let out a hiss of pain.
"Sorry," he winced, gently massaging her foot, which sent little shivers through her body.
She also noticed that when he wasn't looking at her ankle, he was discreetly glancing at her legs and her exposed midriff.
"Look, there isn't anything really wrong with your foot, it's just badly bruised. I'll apply some ointment so it won't be so swollen and give you some pain meds." He continued as he caressed the sole of her foot.
"Whatever you prescribe, doctor." She replied, clear innuendo in her voice.
Then she gasped because, oh my god, had she really just said that to him?
She really wished he'd given her pain meds so she could've blamed it on them.
Klaus only smirked as he stood, a gleam in his eyes.
"Ehm… so do you think I'll be able to perform tomorrow? We got into the finals and I'm the captain," Caroline asked, trying not to sound awkward.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but I don't think so. Even if the swelling goes down, you shouldn't strain it for at least a few days."
"Ugh! Why did that idiot footballer have to land on me!"
Klaus returned to his earlier position then started to rub some kind of cooling lotion on, making small circles on her foot and ankle.
He looked up at her sheepishly. "You know, I almost feel guilty myself – that idiot footballer happens to be my brother, Kol."
"Seriously? Well… how are you going to make it up to me?" she whispered.
"Oh, I can definitely think of something," he purred in response, gliding his hands up her legs, stopping to stroke her thighs.
"Aren't you getting a little handsy?" she teased.
"Well, Caroline, don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at me."
"Oh, please, like you weren't eyeing me the whole time."
"Of course I was, love, do you have any idea how ravishing you look in that little costume?" Klaus quipped, now standing up and settling between her thighs.
"Of course you have a thing for cheerleaders," Caroline retorted.
Typical. But she had to say that his hands on her were quite distracting, her injury long forgotten.
"I have a thing for you."
"That was so cheesy."
"Shut up." He told her quietly.
"What did you –"
He cut her off, catching her lips in a long fiery kiss.
Caroline gasped for air, pressing herself into him and responding with a kiss of her own.
They were heavily making out for some time, hands roaming, ragged breathing, bodies entwined.
Klaus was nipping her neck, his stubble grazing her lightly, leaving hands drew circles on her hip bones under her skirt. "You know, love. I thought of something that might help with your injury," he began playfully, biting at her earlobe.
"Oh, really?" she ground her hips against him in response, eliciting a small growl from him.
"As you probably know, there are these brain chemicals called endorphins…" he said, his hand wandering under her bra. "They can make you feel so good…" he unhooked her bra and palmed her breasts. "And they can be released…"
Now he was pinching her nipples and placing small kisses along her jaw. She mewled quietly at his actions, desperate to touch him too. Bravely she snuck her hands under his shirt then scraped her nails down along his back.
"…during sex," Klaus finished, out of breath.
He quickly discarded her shirt and bra, Caroline lifting her arms to help him. Leaning in, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking forcefully, his tongue swirling around it. She cried out and sunk her fingers into his curls, craving to bring him even closer.
She was painfully aware that her panties were soaked by now and they hadn't even taken any clothes off yet.
Well… he hadn't.
Intending to remedy that, Caroline let her hand roam down his body and stop at his pants. She flicked the button open and undid the zipper, then cupped his cock through his boxers.
The sensation drew out a guttural groan from him. His mouth went back to her face and whispered into her ear.
"And this endorphin rush, love…" His fingers skimmed the line of her thong. "Can be an excellent… relief."
Now they were diving under, trailing along her pussy. "For your pain, of course."
Caroline continued to squeeze him gently and glanced at him, biting her lip.
"Well…if it's doctor recommended…how can I say no?" she replied coyly.
At that, Klaus' eyes darkened with lust. He placed her arms his neck, grabbed her ass and lifted her from the counter, careful not to hurt her foot. He turned around, took a few steps forward and laid her on the exam couch, then went to lock the door and take a condom from one of the drawers.
Caroline propped herself on her elbows, letting her eyes rake over his body as he quickly discarded his shirt, pants and boxers. Damn, he was…impressive. To the point where she was mildly worried about him fitting but she was too far gone to back down now.
Klaus strode to her then nestled himself between her thighs.
He kissed her again, their mouths merging together, tongues colliding, teeth nipping at lips. She was quivering with need at this point and was greatly relieved when she felt him fumbling with her panties then throwing them away after a few attempts.
Getting to his knees, he positioned his head between her thighs, his tongue darting out and giving her a long lick along her pussy lips.
"You are glorious, Caroline. So wet and flushed for me. All I want is to taste you and then slam my cock into you, do you want that?" he asked, dragging his tongue through her pussy, sucking on her clit.
"Yes, please. Make me come," Caroline whimpered, tugging at his curls to bring him as close as possible to her pussy.
Klaus continued to flick her clit and pushed two fingers into her core, stretching her a little. She clutched the sheets on the couch, writhing and panting, as he was lapping her juices, overwhelmed with the sensations he was inducing. Caroline had never been shy to get herself off, but her fingers hadn't ever felt as heavenly as this.
She felt the heat spreading through her belly, her muscles clenching, toes curling and then Klaus' mouth closing on her clit and fingers curling in her pussy tipped her over the edge.
"Klaus!" she cried out in pleasure, her body shuddering.
He didn't waste any time, moving up and pressing himself to her. Caroline instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and slung her legs around his waist, rubbing her drenched pussy on his hard length.
"I need you, love, now," Klaus growled in her ear and she nodded quickly in response.
He settled at her entrance and pushed inside, slowly sinking into her. It was uncomfortable at first, the foreign feeling of being so full, his cock stretching her with some difficulty.
"Sweetheart, you're perfect, so very tight, wrapped so close around me," Klaus mumbled and then halted, as something occurred to him.
Caroline stiffened.
"Wait…are you…?"
Not letting him finish, she kissed him wantonly, hoping it would divert his attention. He engaged in it but briefly, quickly ending the kiss and turning a piercing gaze towards her.
"It's okay. I want this," She tried to assure him, not wanting it to end. He was still half-buried inside of her so she clenched her muscles around him, to reassure him.
He breathed in sharply and shivered. "Okay. You want this," he said quickly and went on, his moves a little more delicate now as he filled her.
Which was sweet and all but she wanted more.
Clinging to him, she pressed her chest to his as close as possible and leaned nearer to whisper into his ear, "I want you too. Fuck me. I need it so bad." Then added breathlessly, "Please."
His eyes set on her face, feral, and he withdrew from her, only to enter her again, excruciatingly slow. He did it a few more times, eliciting small sobs of frustration from her. Caroline dug her nails into his back and attacked his jaw and neck with little biting kisses.
He finally took the hint and increased his pace, gradually pounding into her harder and harder.
"Yes, just like that. Please. More," she was pleading feverishly, feeling her release was close, her body on fire.
Taking hold of her uninjured leg, Klaus swung it over his shoulder. She cried out at the change of the angle, his cock hitting new spots, sending the most delicious thrills through her.
She could tell he was close as well, his thrusts becoming frantic and rough. He slid his hand between their entwined bodies and pinched her clit.
"Caroline, I need you to come now, sweetheart, I can't…" His voice was hoarse with strain as he tried to control himself, so as not to come before her. "Come for me, Caroline."
Her muscles tightened at his words and his finger rubbed her clit. She was trembling now, just as he was, and after another hard thrust, she fell apart, panting loudly, not caring to try and be quiet.
He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her, spilling his release with a grunt. He collapsed on her, spent, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
Caroline didn't even mind the weight because it felt so good, their ragged breathing and sweaty bodies still joined.
After some time, Klaus slowly pulled out of her and lay next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to tuck her in to his body. Caroline snuggled nearer to his neck, inhaling his scent discreetly.
"So how is that endorphin rush treating you, sweetheart?" he asked teasingly.
"Good. I think I may actually be healed completely," she laughed, running her fingers along his chest.
"But you're aware you still can't perform tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Don't worry. Totally worth it."
So, how did you like this one? Hot or not, or somewhere in the middle? Did you like the setting?
Thank you for reading and for your unwavering support!
Till next time,
Kate
