Pick Your Poison - fratboy!calum
(unedited, and i have around 0 knowledge of how frat houses even look, so work with me here)
It was a late Friday night and the streets were alive with drunk college students and loud music. I was on my way to the dull, beige, gigantic frat house at the end of the dimly lit street. My best friend, Calum, had invited me to over to his dorm. Now, this was completely against the rules but his window was easily accessible since a large dumpster sat right in front of it.
After a bit of walking and waving at wasted teenagers that had no idea where they were going, I was met with the tall house that seemed intriguing yet scary. I kept to the fence, pressing myself against the brown wood that was barely stable. Chatter of the boys inside could be heard from where I was sneaking to which scared the hell out of me. Could they hear me? Shit.
I finally was greeted with the black dumpster, graffiti scattered all over the front. I attempted to climb it, only causing me to fall straight onto the thick grass below. Once I got a good grasp, I almost shrieked from how cold it was but continued to be silent.
"Y/N!" I heard from above, scaring me so bad that I slid off the tin roof with a thud onto the ground. A giggling Calum leaned out a bright window causing me to throw up a middle finger.
"Help me, please," I groaned, throwing a hand through my hair in frustration. My arms were aching from the amount of times I've tried to jump on the stupid thing. Hopeful for it to be the last time, I lunged myself onto the top of the dumpster and flailed my hand towards Calum's open one. He pulled me up with ease, assisting me into his room.
Stolen signs and rock band posters decored the room which gave me a very relaxed vibe. Being so close to Calum, I casually layed on his comfy bed before pulling out my phone and answering a few texts. I could hear him shuffling behind me alongside with some clinking of glass.
"Pick your poison, (Y/N)." Calum stated with a humorous modern tone, while browsing through the numerous amounts of alcohol. His.His hair was extremely thicker than usual, a black muscle tank complimenting his visible tattoos aligned on his arms.
"Surprise me." I replied with a playful wink causing him to shoot me a teethy smile.
I've been best friends with Calum since 9th grade and let me tell you what; he is one of the sexiest guys I've ever met, yet I've never had an intimate moment with him except the one time I gave him a blowjob senior year. Let's just say it was after a very long party and we were both wasted out of our minds. But today, Calum looked sexier than usual and all I wanted to do was kiss those plump pink lips.
He turned around with a glass of clear liquid, handing it to me with a smirk. As he was placing it in my open hand, he tried to place his phone down on the nightstand at the same time. In the blink of an eye, his jaw was dropped and my shirt was soaked. He had spilled the alcohol all over my grey shirt and it quickly began to stick to my skin.
"I-I'm so sorry," Calum stuttered, struggling to not burst into laughter.
"It's fine, I'll change," I replied with a generous smile, I slid off my thin garment after leaping up off the blue comforter. Because the window was still open, the cold hit me hard like an arctic wave but I still strutted towards his pile of shirts that was sprawled on the carpet.
I heard his breath hitch, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly. I was only in a red bra with black lace around the outer lines with a pair of black jeans hugging my legs. Calum's stare was burning into my skin, my gaze set on him as he got up and began walking towards the pile of clothes. His hands cupped my hips, taking me by complete surprise.
He reached to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, gawking at my bare half. "You're really gorgeous, Y/N," He said softly, switching his chocolate brown eyes between my gaze and my bare chest. I let out a nervous laugh and an appreciative thanks, locking my eyes with his.
"You might want to change your choice of poison," Calum whispered softly, licking his lips purposefully.
"Oh yeah? What should it be?"
Confused, I started to ask him what he meant but his lips interlaced with mine. They were soft and coated with a sheen of mango-flavored chap stick. His lips were like a fruit wonder, and hell; I loved it. Beginning to pull back, he returned with tongue and a gentle caress on my cheek.
I rose my hands to his tan jawline which successfully deepened the kiss. Reassuring his grip was still at my waist, he backed me up against the small section of an nondecored wall. His lips still felt like a beautiful vacation I didn't want to leave. A groan escaped his throat, aggressively tugging at the waistband of jeans. Skillfully, he unbuttoned them with one finger and slid them off down my thighs.
He detached his lips from mine causing a whimper to leave my wet lips. He slid his hands under my ass, grabbing slightly. "Jump, baby." Calum demanded hotly, his breath heating up my neck. Following his commands like a eager puppy for a treat, I looped my legs around his waist. He ran a finger over my slit, powerfully supporting me with one hand. I tugged at his hair, practically craving for more recognition on my wet core.
He maintained teasing me, circling his finger around my thighs. "Calum, s-sh-shit, just-" I was cut off as two fingers entered me, a talented moan echoing from my throat. He shot his head up before glaring into my eyes. The previous contact of his fingers was gone, only for the contact to replaced at my open lips.
"You have to be quiet," He murmured, hushing me when his fingers slid in between my lips and onto my tongue. I ran my nude heat against him, knowing that would set him off.
His muscles tensed against his tan arms, his eyes closing. His thick, sore lips separated each other as moan erupted from him. "Fuck, Y/N, what are you doing to me?" He questioned, returning his gaze to your thrusting hips. He glided two fingers in, sending a wink that drove me over the edge.
"Don't cum until I say so," Calum threatened, toying with my bare boobs that bounced as I rode his fingers that repeatedly pumped in and out of me. A low groan and an inaudible sound bubbled from him. His mishandled hair and lip bites were breath-taking which caused me to thrust faster and faster.
Unexpectedly, he dropped to his knees and placed my legs on his shoulders, a grin sketching across his face. He peppered a quick kiss to my thigh and then lips before placing his tongue on my clit. He raced his tongue against my throbbing, dripping slit. His lust covered eyes glanced at me quickly before sucking and licking me even more.
On the edge of my high, I gripped his hair even tighter and shoved his mouth farther onto my slit. With a final swirl of the tongue, Calum instructed, "Cum for Calum, Y/N." Without even thinking twice, multiple moans and groans left me as I reached my climax happily. Calum mimicked my sounds, batting his eyelids shut in pleasure.
Sighing as my high left, I kissed Calum's lips passionately before leaping off of his sides. I struggled to stand for a second, legs wobbly and tense.
I smiled against the kiss, a low chuckle from Calum soon following. He cupped my cheeks as he planted a peck on my lips, walking away to find a shirt for me to wear as I redressed myself.
"You're one hell of a poison, Calum Hood." I stated, giggling softly as I reached for the shirt he tossed me.
Placing the head of a vodka bottle to his lips, he replied with a simple, "I know."
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