Prompt: i have a smut prompt. it's kinda based off a scene in "parent trap." human klaus & caroline are at a camp or some other program. they're always fighting. klaus dares her to strip & jump into the pool/lake naked. not one to back down from a dare, caroline does it. when she emerges from the water, she finds that klaus has run off with all her clothes. will caroline get him back? if this prompt is not something you wanna take or you want to modify it, that's totally okay
Sooo, I've had this prompt FOREVER, and I've been wanting to write it ever since I got it. I did some brainstorming and for some reason, all I could think was "BAND CAMP KLAROLINE" and then I just wrote this thing. I don't even know where it came from, but as a former marching band nerd, I had a whooole lot of fun writing it. Also, apologies to any brass, bass drummers, tromboners, ect in advance. All opinions about those sections are solely based on my band experience (I dealt with some real assholes in those sections), and this is just for FUN :)
Enjoy!
Caroline looked over the dorm rec room, eyes flitting over her fellow band mates. The end of band camp party was in full swing, the room filled with red solo cups and a keg in the middle courtesy of trumpeter Damon Salvatore. His ego was the size of the Sahara despite the fact that he flubbed his opening solo during every rehearsal. However, he looked like he was mid-twenties so he was useful for getting alcohol without being carded.
"Ready?" came a voice from her side.
She looked over, grinning at her fellow color guard member, Katherine "Let's do it."
They made their way over to where the percussion section where half of them had members of Caroline's color guard squad on their laps as they flirted shamelessly, the other half were practicing with drumming pads as they ignored everybody. Her eyes fell on a familiar dirty-blonde curly head, the center snare drummer, Klaus Mikaelson, whose eyes were trained on the sheet music in front of him as he drummed paradiddles.
She and Katherine marched over to him, and Caroline grabbed the sheet music out from under him and he looked up, a snarl on his lips.
"Forbes," Klaus said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Do you mind?"
"Mikaelson," she responded. "I have a proposition for you."
He arched his brow at her, an intrigued expression appearing on his face. "You finally are going to go out with me?"
Caroline scoffed, rolling her eyes. He just threw her a slow smirk, pleased to get a reaction out of her. Klaus and his family moved in from England about three years ago, immediately taking the tiny town of Mystic Falls by storm with their alluring accents. The very first day they met, he promptly hit on Caroline, citing the fact that the color guard section and percussion section were destined to date, and she shot him down almost immediately.
It's not like she wasn't attracted to him, Klaus being one of the hottest guys in band, but his cocky demeanor rivaled the brass section and she had no desire to deal with that.
"You wish," she shot back.
"Every day," he quipped with a wink and went back to casually drumming.
"I want a shot at winning the backseats of the bus," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I already won earlier tonight," he didn't even look up, alluding to the beer pong tournament that took place at the beginning of the party.
For the past three years, whenever the marching band came to camp at Whitmore University, there was always a big blowout party to celebrate the end of summer before the band returned back to Mystic Falls. For three years running Klaus dominated at beer pong, which included bragging rights and the back seats in the buses on the way to competition.
"I didn't even have a chance to play," Caroline tried, gesturing with her hands. "I had a meeting with Mr. Saltzman about the choreography and work in the ballad."
He shrugged. "Not my problem."
She glared at him. "Scared?"
He chuckled, the low noise settling in her belly. "Not even a little bit."
"Caroline excels at beer pong," Katherine piped up, arching a brow up at Klaus.
The drummer rolled his eyes, spinning a drumstick between his fingers before tapping on the practice pad in front of him. "I'm sure she does. Doesn't mean she could beat me."
Caroline glared at the disbelieving tone in his voice and placed her hands on her hips. "Care to test that theory?"
Klaus looked up, his rhythm never faltering as he peered at the blonde color guard captain. "I have nothing to prove. I've been the MFH band camp beer pong champ for the past three years."
She glared at him, unable to refute his point.
Caroline didn't particularly care about beer pong bragging rights; however, she did care about the back seats. Most of the time, band members had to change on the buses before and after competitions. Wiggling in and out of her sometimes skimpy color guard uniform in front of half the band filled with horny teenage boys was incredibly annoying, not to mention the leering looks from the brass section were disgusting.
"At least give me a chance to go against you," Caroline tried.
Klaus snorted. "You didn't even make it past the first round last year."
"I was distracted!"
"Not my problem Lockwood couldn't stop sucking your neck long enough to let you play, love," Klaus shot back, smirking at the blush on her face.
Caroline fumed inwardly, thinking back to last year when she played against him. Her boyfriend at the time, Tyler Lockwood, a trumpet player, was annoyed that she was more determined to play beer pong instead of sneaking off to find an empty dorm room to fool around in. One bad throw caused by Tyler groping her ass, and multiple good tosses by Klaus led to her early elimination and the unceremoniously dumping of the handsy brass player.
"I have no distractions this year," she replied firmly.
"Unless I take off my shirt and you'll be leering at me all the while," he teased, smirking when Katherine snorted.
Caroline glared at him, feeling the tips of her ears redden. That just seemed to make the stupid dimples on his cheeks widen and his eyes sparkle mischievously. She scoffed under her breath and rolled her eyes, trying to hide his disdain at getting caught.
Okay, sometimes she had a tendency to get distracted by the drumline's shirtless tradition during basic block in the morning. It was usually scorching by 10 am, so it's not like she didn't understand them stripping their clothes off. Hell, if Mr. Saltzman didn't have a stupid double standard rule that the girls had to keep their shirts on at all time, Caroline would have taken her top off a couple of times.
But apparently the males in the band couldn't handle a little cleavage without getting distracted. Which totally didn't make sense because most of the girls in the band couldn't handle seeing a few male torsos without getting giggly. Elena Gilbert nearly dropped her clarinet when Stefan Salvatore took off his shirt and tied it to his trombone the day before.
But, Klaus' body was a real work of art. He wasn't muscular like all of the baritone section, his body a little smaller than what she usually salivated over. But the lean lines in his torso were well defined, consistent with the mouth-watering biceps that he caught her staring at whenever he was practicing. There was something about watching the muscles in his arm flex as he banged away on his drum, leaving a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach that made her want him to bang on something, or someone else. With a certain body part.
The heat was really getting to her.
"I see I've touched a nerve," he mused amusedly, dropping his drumsticks on the coffee table.
She rolled her eyes again, crossing her arms across her chest. "Oh please. It's not like I've never caught you checking out my ass in the opener when I switch from my rifle to the flag."
Klaus shrugged before quirking a brow at her. "My set is right behind you, love. I can't help but make sure I'm in the right spot."
"A likely story," she spat.
He smirked. "But I will admit, I am mostly checking your arse out."
She growled under her breath in frustration. A tiny part of her was thrilled that he was seemingly affected by her like she was by him, but a larger part was annoyed at how easy it was for him to rile her up.
"Can we get back to the task at hand?" Katherine interjected, picking at her nails. "Elijah is standing over in the corner by himself and I want to get a crack at the wicked fast tongue of his that Gia was bragging about last year."
Klaus made a face at the mention of his brother. Caroline looked over amusedly at the baritone player- turned-stilted drum major who was in fact standing alone, looking mildly uncomfortable as he swirled his drink in his cup.
"I didn't need to hear that," Klaus muttered.
Katherine threw him a wicked grin. "Hey, he didn't get the sixteenth note run in the closer last year for nothing."
He groaned, shaking his head. "Kindly please go away and don't ever talk about that again."
Katherine shot Caroline a side look. "As long as you play Caroline in beer pong for the bus backseat for competitions."
Klaus rolled his eyes. "No."
A wicked glint appeared in Caroline's eyes as she sent a secretive look to Katherine before shrugging nonchalantly. "Okay, fine. Let me tell you all about what Sage told us last year about Finn. You know what they say about tuba players, the bigger the horn, the bigger the-"
"Okay, fine!" Klaus cut in, raising his hand in protest. "I'll play you."
Caroline giggled, exchanging a high five with her brunette friend. Klaus shook his head, looking mildly annoyed as he got off the couch he sat on. Tossing his practice pad to the side, he motioned Caroline forward.
"Shall we?"
"Ready to get your ass kicked?" she replied in kind.
"As long as you're ready for the terms, love," he responded.
"Terms?"
He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Care to raise the stakes?"
Caroline wrinkled her nose. "All I want is the backseat."
Klaus nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, and if I win, I want a date."
She crossed her arms over her chest and arched a brow. "Hell no."
Her immediate rejection just amused him further. "What? I thought you were absolutely going to win. No need in making a big deal about it if you intend on winning."
She assessed him, pressing her lips together firmly as she thought it over. He just smiled at her innocently, the dimples on his cheeks making him infuriatingly more attractive. His white henley clung to his torso, the material making the slight tan he had from being outside all day even more pronounced. A fleeting thought about whether or not he had any tan lines had a light bulb going off in her head and a smug smirk lifting the corners of her mouth.
"Okay, then I get to raise the stakes too," she said, biting her bottom lip coyly.
Klaus' eyes immediately went to the motion, his eyes darkening. Caroline made a note of it before raising her eyebrows.
"If I win, I get both the seats," she started, Klaus rolling his eyes and nodding. "And you have to jump in the Whitmore Pool. Naked."
Klaus' eyebrows shot up, his jaw falling open. If she was trying so hard to keep her face passive, Caroline would have burst into laughter at the comical look on his face.
"Deal?"
"Are you daft, sweetheart? I asked for a date and you thought it was ridiculous and you want me to get naked?"
Caroline chuckled slyly. "What? Can't handle the pressure?"
She totally didn't mean to do that in a flirty tone, but oh well.
He glared at her for a moment before his mouth formed into an easy grin. "Are you kidding? If you wanted me out of my clothes, love, you should have just asked. It's a deal."
Caroline blinked at the sudden attitude change. "What?"
Klaus walked towards her, a pep in his step as he smiled all the while. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist before tugging her over to the pool table that was set up for beer pong.
"I have half a mind to lose on purpose," he murmured, brushing his lips against her earlobe. "Perhaps just for a private skinny dipping moment with you, though."
Caroline fought off a shiver, pushing him away with a glare. He just chuckled, pushing a curl out of her face. She cleared her throat, picking up the ping pong ball and faced him.
"Ready?"
The corner of his mouth lifted and he reached for the hem of his henley, whipping it off his body and tossed it to the side. Caroline's mouth went dry, all of that deliciously toned and lean skin exposed. He looked at her smugly, stretching his arms across his chest as she bit back a moan.
"Ready whenever you are, love."
She narrowed her eyes at him. Two could play at the game.
Caroline slowly pulled off the white cover-up she was wearing over her bikini top, holding back a snort when Klaus' jaw went slack. The teal bikini top was a bit more padded than her usual ones, making her cleavage look incredibly fabulous. Klaus visibly swallowed, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. She smiled at him triumphantly, ignoring all the dumbass catcalls coming from the other sections, namely the bass drums.
Freshman, ugh.
"Can I join?" Kol, Klaus' younger brother, asked, walking up to them.
His eyes were trained on Caroline's chest, not even attempting to hide it. She made a face and took a step back.
"Get out," Klaus barked, reaching over to push Kol away from the table.
"Nik, come on. I only want to watch," Kol smirked, winking at Caroline.
"Exactly," Klaus said, continuing to push him out.
Caroline rolled her eyes, running a hand through her tangled curls. Klaus' eyes darkened considerably, and she bit her lip coyly. Kol's grin just seemed to widen as he looked over at the blonde. She sighed, crossing her arms over his chest
"Kol, if you can talk to me for three minutes without even looking at my boobs, you can stay."
Kol's eyes gleamed as he danced away from an annoyed Klaus.
"Time it," Caroline said to Klaus, turning back to Kol.
He grumbled under his breath as she gave Kol a friendly smile. She wiggled her arms under her boobs, propping them up even more. Klaus let out a choking laugh at her obviously devious move. She waited for the younger Mikaelson to say something, but his jaw was set as he tried to ignore her motions. It didn't take long before his gaze dropped back down to her cleavage, and Klaus snorted, clicking the timer off on his phone
"Sorry, you lose," Caroline sang victoriously. "Go back to your saxophone, Kol."
He shrugged. "It was worth it."
Caroline wrinkled her nose at him, turning away as Klaus shoved him out of the room.
"Now," she began flirtatiously. "Where were we?"
Klaus sauntered over, ghosting a hand down her arm and she shivered. His heated gaze met hers, and her breath caught in her throat.
"First toss is yours," he murmured, running his nose against the hollow behind her ear.
Goose bumps rose on her skin as she cleared her throat, pushing him away determinedly. She had a game to win.
"Nervous?" Caroline teased, tossing the ping pong ball in the air.
Klaus glared at her. A single cup was placed in front of him while four cups still sat in front of her.
"Someone's been practicing," he said tightly
She smiled at him innocently. Okay, so maybe she'd spent a few nights leading up to camp practicing. But could you blame her? After three years of listening to the brass douchebags and the male saxophones pant over her underwear, she was determined to get the back of the bus to herself.
It didn't help that playing in her bikini top did wonders for her. Klaus was easily distracted whenever she bent down. After a few rounds, that tactic lost its sting because she herself was distracted by his biceps when he took his turns.
"Katherine told you I was good," she said, flipping a curl over her shoulder.
Klaus eyed her shoulder, a brief glance of lust ghosting over his face. She felt a tightening in her lower belly as a pretty shade of pink made its way across her face. The tension between them seemingly increased as the game went on, whether it was her trailing a finger down his arm when she retrieved the ball, or a warm hand on her bare skin when he passed by.
If it wasn't for her ridiculous determination to win the bet, Caroline would have pulled him into her private room already. Being color guard captain had its perks after all, the private suite being one of them.
"One last cup," she sang out. "I hope you're ready to pay up."
Klaus' annoyed expression turned mischievous once he realized what exactly she was implying. "Excited to get me out of my clothes, love?"
She just shrugged, biting her lip coyly. "Maybe."
The smile slid off his face and he swallowed heavily, eyes darkening to a midnight blue. Caroline giggled to herself, narrowing her eyes as she peered down at the final cup. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, making the hairs on the back of her stand up. Despite his distracting presence, she managed to completely tune him out. Her senior year band experience was riding on the final cup.
With a flick of the wrist, Caroline tossed the ping pong ball over to the red solo cup filled with water. It soared through the air, landing in the middle of cup with a small splash. She reacted instantly, throwing her hands up with a shout.
"YES!" she cheered, wiggling her body in a victory dance. "I win!"
Klaus' shoulders drooped and he muttered obscenities under his breath as he picked the ping pong ball out of the cup. "Fuck."
"Who's the champ now?" Caroline boasted, waltzing over and bumped him with her hip.
He rolled his eyes, lifting his arms up in defeat. "You win, sweetheart."
"You're damn right I did! Those seats are mine," she grinned.
Klaus shook his head, an amused smile creeping across his face. Despite his annoyance at losing, there was something endearing about watching Caroline light up the room as she celebrated.
"Shall I fulfill the other part of the bet?" he asked, motioning towards the door.
Caroline stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening and the smile dropping off her face. Klaus watched with intrigue as she visibly swallowed and pushed a curl behind her ear.
"Oh, that won't be necessary," she laughed nervously.
Klaus arched his brow as he moved closer, causing her breath to hitch. His scent was intoxicating as she found herself inching into his personal space, close enough to where their noses nearly touched.
"A deal is a deal," he murmured, his fingers drawing circles on her elbow.
Caroline's mouth went dry at the motion, her eyes flitting down to his full lips before snapping back to his lustful gaze.
"Lead the way," she managed to get out, blushing furiously at the low tone that came from her.
He smirked seductively before taking her arm gently, pulling her out the room. Caroline looked behind them, glad to see that not many people had noticed the exchange. Katherine was too busy shoving her tongue down Elijah's throat, the brass section trying to flirt with her other color guard members, and the woodwinds were hauled up in a circle playing some kind of game.
The trip to the pool was filled with quiet silence and heated looks. Caroline appreciated the moonlight glow on Klaus' bare torso, a small part of her impatient to see him stripped down to nothing. If the upper half of his body was that glorious, she could only imagine what the other parts were like.
It didn't take long for them to hop over the pool fence and Caroline led him over to the diving board. She pushed him to the ladder with a giggle, crossing her arms over her chest. He went hesitantly, looking over his shoulder at him.
"Strip," she ordered, flashing him a bright smile.
"You aren't going to take pictures, are you?" he asked warily.
Caroline raised an eyebrow. "Now that's an idea."
He shot her a glare. "Don't."
"What?" she asked innocently. "You starting to chicken out?"
His gaze hardened at the unspoken challenge in her tone and turned to face her. She just smiled sardonically, putting a hand on her hip as she waited. With a cocky look, Klaus looped his fingers on the sweatpants he was wearing and pulled them down.
Caroline's jaw fell open she took him in. He had forgone underwear, leaving him standing there in all of his glory. His thighs were a masterpiece, all of that marching leaving him completely toned. He smirked at her dumbfounded expression, turning around to climb up the ladder. She watched his muscles flex and tense at every motion of his body as the tension in her belly began to grow.
"Sweetheart, it's not polite to stare," Klaus teased, turning around again.
Her vision immediately went down back to his waist, eyes growing rounder by the second. If Sage's dirty joke about Finn had any merit, then it must run in the family because good god, there is physical proof as to why Klaus was a cocky bastard.
Caroline inwardly praised God as she continued to look because, well done sir.
"Here," Klaus tossed his sweats over to her, "to mop up that bit of drool coming out your mouth."
She snapped her mouth shut, grabbing the pants and sending him a glare. He chuckled, walking to the front of the diving board. She admired his sculpted backside, her fingers itching to grab on to the firm flesh. Shifting uncomfortably, Caroline pressed her thighs together as she waited.
Tossing an annoyingly sexy wink over his shoulder, Klaus jumped on the diving board once before jumping off, hitting the pool with a splash. He surfaced quickly, a bright grin on his face. Caroline bit back a moan at the visual. She hadn't factored in how delectable his body would look when it was wet.
So. Not. Fair.
"Satisfied?" he asked suggestively, his low accent sending a tremor down her spine.
The smug look on his face told her than he knew exactly what she was thinking. Her fingers curled tightly into his sweatpants as she tried to compose herself. He got out of the pool, his body dripping water all over the concrete. She eyed him, appreciating the way the water droplets ran down his body.
"Actually," she began, a devious plan forming in her mind. "I don't think I am."
A lustful glint appeared in Klaus' eye as he walked towards her. "No?"
She shook her head. "No."
"How may I be of assistance?" he mused, inching closer.
Caroline took a step back, clutching his sweatpants to her chest. "What do you think about hide and seek?"
He gave her a bemused expression. "Huh?"
She flashed him a flirtatious smile. "I go hide, and you come find me to claim your prize."
He grinned wolfishly. "Do I have a say in the prize?"
She shrugged. "Maybe. I was thinking it would be your pants, but I'm open to suggestions."
Klaus blinked. "Wait, you're not giving me my pants back? Caroline, I'm naked."
"I know," she said lowly, biting her lip coyly.
She moved closer to him, backing him up against the edge. Trailing a finger down her chest, she was pleased to hear his breath hitch in his throat. Looking up at him innocently, Caroline leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He instantly tried to kiss her fully, but she dodged.
"Ah, ah," she murmured. "Wait for it."
"For what?"
"This."
She pushed him back, sending him flying into the pool with a laugh. He hit the water with a splash and Caroline hurried back to the gate, hauling herself up on the fence.
"You better come catch me!" she called, tossing his pants over the fence as she attempted to climb.
She heard him let out a strangled noise, and she looked over her shoulder to see him getting out of the pool. Scrambling over the fence with a shriek, she grabbed his sweats and took off. By the determined look in his eyes, he was not going to let her get off easy.
And she couldn't wait until he caught her.
Now, this was a way to end her band camp career.
What happened at band camp always stays at band camp.
However, she didn't see it just ending there with them. She did need a seat partner for the season.
Thoughts? Okay so I know it was supposed to include smut, but I'm pretty sure I can add a sequel because all you bandys know what happens in the back of the bus to and from competitions ;) So what did you guys think? Did you like where I placed people? Was anybody completely confused as to what it actually was? I can answer any questions here and on tumblr ;)
Until Next Time
Kaitlyn