Summary: (Y/N) finally takes a leap and ends up in bed with Calum. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Oral; Male Receiving / Generally Nasty Stuff)
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I've been Drinkin', I've been Drinkin'
I sway my hips to the rhythm of the music, taking a big sip of my drink. My head is spinning a bit and my vision is blinded by the different lights in the club, but I am having such a good time with my friends.
I get filthy when that liquor get into me.
"Cal... Cal, come dance with me." I purr, dragging my friend closer. Calum chuckles while getting closer to me.
"Are you drunk?" He asks me as I start grinding on him.
"A bit tipsy..." I giggle.
"I haven't seen you like that in a while..." He whispers in my ear, due to the music being too loud. I grind my hips on him, making me gulp.
"I haven't drunk in a while. And I am having such a great time."
I've been thinking, I've been thinking.
I feel Calum's sweaty body on mine, making my skin chill. Maybe it's because of the drinks, maybe it's because of the way Calum looks tonight, but my mind makes weird connections.
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?
My hands travel on his body, feeling up every muscle. He looks at me, smirking, his hands tangled in my hair. My hand goes further down his abdomen, just above his cock; he doesn't make a movement to move away. Instead, he pulls me closer, our faces just a breath away.
I want you, na na.
"If we continue this, I don't know how we will end up." He whispers his hands under my chin. I grind harder on him, making him bite his lip.
"I want you." I whisper, gathering up all the courage I have inside me.
Cigars on ice, Cigars on ice.
"Let's go home. " He whispers, putting the flame between us on the ice.
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill, flashing lights, flashing lights.
Of course, photo reporters had to be outside the club; I mean the boys are here, other minor and major celebrities are here, the perfect opportunity for them to sell all their pictures and made-up rumors. I feel like we are a tourist attraction, like animals in the zoo, posing in front of cameras. Calum walks in front of me, his hand tangled with mine.
You got me faded, faded, faded
I open my eyes, the sun peeking through the curtains blinding my vision. My head hurts a bit, but it is from last night's drinking. What worries me is the weight I feel on my chest. Oh my God, am I dying?
I sit up a bit and that's when I notice; the weight on my chest was Cal's arm, which was over my body. I swallow the scream that is about to leave my mouth, trying to find a way to get out of the bed without waking him up. We are both naked, only our underwear present on the room's floor. I pick mine up, tiptoeing to my way out of this room, only to find my garment completely torn.
All I can remember is us leaving the club, both turned on, with the flashes going off around us.
Baby, I want you, na na
I remember myself telling him how bad I want him, I remember him smirking at me and taking me out of the club and inside his car.
Drunk in love, I want you.
I remember myself thinking how much I've anticipated this moment, I remember trying to count all the feelings I have for him, all the times I've swallowed my feelings and masked them away.
We woke up in the kitchen saying how the hell did this shit happen?
I walk up and down his living room, the mess of the clothes around me bring just vague memories of last night.
"How the hell did this happen?" I mumble to myself, freaking out a bit. I have to figure this shit out before he wakes up.
Oh, baby drunk in love we be all night. Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grind up in the club. Drunk in love.
Fuck, how the hell did we go from grinding in the club to flirting, to leaving the club together, to fucking?
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Additionally to the messy hair and the smudged makeup, I have hickeys covering my body, from my jawline to my neck, to my boobs, and down my torso.
We be all night and everything alright.
I remember that the sun was up and he was still inside me, I remember how we both moaned and giggled drunkenly as our bodies synced.
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights.
I remember it felt so good to be under his touch.
"Oh Calum, fuck. That's the spot. That's the spot..." I scream as he thrusts deep inside me. Our bodies are covered in sweat, but we still keep going.
I remember how his body looked so perfect, drenched in sweat. I remember how he praised my body, I remember him calling it shiny gold, as it reflected the light hitting it.
Boy, I'm drinking, park it in my lot 7/11.
"Let's buy some alcohol.." I purr as Cal drives the car.
"I have plenty at home..." He replies.
"Let's buy more. Let's drink on the road." I suggest, my hand on his thigh.
"I am driving baby. I need to get us home safe so I can have you all to myself." He replies and I sit back on my seat, smiling as I feel his jeans tighten.
I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing. If you scared, call that reverend.
I remember palming him through his jeans, my hand working him slowly, I remember him holding his breath and moaning my name.
"(Y/N) stop. I am going to crash..." He moans, trying to focus on the road.
I remember the car freezing on the red light, I remember me removing the spaghetti straps of my dress and calling his name to get his attention. I remember his eyes going wide as I flashed him my boobs.
"Fuck... I've waited so long to see them in their full glory..." He groans, licking his lips. I giggle, getting the straps back on as the light turned green.
Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right. Armand de Brignac, gangster wife.
I remember us reaching his house, parking the car, and getting inside. I remember Calum going to the bar in his living room. I remember his carrying 2 bottles with him.
"Here... I had those 2 for a special occasion. I guess it's time." He says, popping one of the champagnes. He leaves the other on the floor, in case we need it.
I remember him taking the first swig. I remember me looking at his lips flustered. I remember him leaning in to kiss me, the champagne still in his mouth.
The liquid slides in my mouth as I open my lips, granting him access. It tastes so good, the fizzy drink blending with his taste as we kiss against the wall.
I remember his hands not leaving my body, I remember our moans being muffled by each other's mouth.
Louie sheets he sweat it out like washrags he wear it out.
I remember how the sheets were drenched in cum and sweat, and champagne but we were both relaxed laying on them in the morning after fucking all night.
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic till my voice hoarse.
I remember when we were still making out against the wall. I remember smiling at him before getting on my knees in front of him.
"Give me that..." I moan against his lips while my hand unzips his pants. He hands me the bottle while I get on my knees. His boner springs free as I drag his jeans and briefs down his ankles. I drench his dick with the champagne, making him groan surprised.
"Shit... I didn't know you were like this." He groans. I smirk and take his member into my mouth, tasting his precum and champagne. I deep throat him at once, making him sigh in lust. He is big, so big that I probably won't be able to talk clearly in the morning.
Then I fill the tub halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard. Graining on that wood, graining on that wood. I'm swerving on that, swerve swerving on that big body, been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good.
I remember removing all of our clothes while in the living room. I remember me biting my lip and looking at the pool in his backyard.
I remember me running naked, all the way out of his house and to his backyard, jumping and bombing in the pool.
I remember him falling right after, flushed from his recent orgasm.
I remember him pulling me on him and kissing me, both of us cold from the chilling water.
I remember me straddling his thick thighs and grinding to raise the heat, but the only thing I managed to raise was his boner and the heat between my thighs.
That D'USSE is the shit if I do say so myself, if I do say so myself.
I remember him having a pit stop at the bar before we stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom. I remember picking up some of our clothes, only to scatter them upstairs as we stopped to make out every 2 steps, both of us wet, cold, and horny.
I remember him laying me on his bed, my body in my birthday suit.
I remember him pouring cognac on my breasts and down my stomach, before he sunk his lips on my tits, sucking the buds.
I remember him commenting that D'USSE had never tasted this good before.
Hold up, stumble all in the house, time to back up all of that mouth. That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far. Talkin 'bout you be repping that third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard.
I remember us stumbling in his house after skinny dipping, ready to fuck our brains off our heads.
"You are a freak, huh? We are going to see that..." He smirks, licking his lips. Even though the water was chilly, his penis is in full erection, in his full glory.
"I want you to show me all of the things you said; in the car and in the pool. Will you, angel?" He groans as he sucks hickeys on my neck.
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve.
I remember me laying on the bed, thighs spread, and pussy soaping. Calum stood in front of me, his junk in his hand.
"Tell me, angel... Are you capable of handling all of that dick?' He asks me, his hand cupping and shaking his junk. I can feel myself salivating, recalling the taste his cum had.
"Yes, daddy..." I moan, smiling at him.
Foreplay in the foyer, fucked up my Warhol.
I remember u making out on the wall next to his Warhol onion soup print, my dress hiked up my thighs and his dress shirt unbuttoned and just hanging on his shoulders.
I remember him fingering me slowly as his mouth attacked mine, making me moan louder than I had ever had, even when his lips muffled my moans.
Slip the panties right to the side. Ain't got the time to take draws off, on-site.
I remember his fingers fidgeting with the delicate fabric of my panties to bring them to the side, too eager to touch and pleasure me to spend the time to take them off completely.
Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike. In '97 I bite, I'm like Turner, turn up. Baby, no I don't play. Now eat the cake, Anna Mae, eat the cake, Anna Mae.
I remember my body jolting as he thrust deep inside me. I remember him biting on my shoulder to stop himself from screaming as he took my tight pussy. I remember him taking me raw and deep. I remember me screaming in pleasure and hitting orgasm after orgasm, some of them being a completely new sensation for me.
I remember him eating me out in-between positions, making my legs jiggle. I remember me screaming that I love his mouth and I remember him smiling, lips buried in my cunt.
Never tired, never tired.
I remember us fucking again and again. Blur images of all the positions we had pop in my head as I look around me, every corner having a different story.
"Are you tired, angel?" He asks me, while I catch my breath.
"No daddy..."I reply, still breathless from my high.
"Good, cause I am not done with you yet."
I been sipping, that's the only thing that's keeping me on fire, me on fire.
I remember us emptying the bottles of champagne. Well, most went on the mattress and sheets, and on our bodies, but we had our fair amount of alcohol. I remember that we had champagne to keep us energized, both too greedy for each other's body to stop.
Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire.
I pick up my dress from the floor, examining it; it smells like bubbly and cum, both of them from when I sucked his dick, none of them meant to end up on my dress.
I've been drinking watermelon.
I remember me swallowing his load, at least 3 times of the multiple he cummed last night. I remember thinking about how good it tasted and how I wanted to do it all day long, all my life.
I want your body right here, daddy. I want you, right now. Can't keep your eyes off my fatty.
I remember me, still in the club, whispering in his ear that I wanted him, that I needed him.
"I want you. Man, I need you so bad. I've been wanting you for years, ever since I laid my eyes on you. I need you right now, right here. Tell me that you do too. I know you do, I have caught you staring at my ass and tits so many times. You want to have me, don't you... daddy?" I whisper in his ear before we exit the club to head to his car.
I remember that I wasn't even drunk at that moment, I was soberer than ever.
Daddy, I want you
I smile and bite my lip, remembering both of us screaming I love you while we rode our first orgasms, the previous night.
I smile at my reflection, observing all the love bites, all the hickeys, all the bruises from gripping too hard, and all of the scratches.
I drop the shirt I have on before walking up the stairs, tiptoeing my way back to his bed. I try to lay back, without waking him up. I get in between his arms, feeling warm and safe in there.
"Thought you left..." He mumbles, nuzzling his nose in my hair.
"Where will I find better?" I ask and he chuckles.