5SOS Imagines

Camp Counselor Part 1 (C.H)

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His body was flush against mine, our bare chests pressed together so close that it left no room for the thick, humid air to come in between us. "You know, I really shouldn't be doing this," He whispers, his hand trailing down towards my center. "But fuck, you're so hot, babe." He practically growls into my ear, his thumb rubbing feverish circles against my thigh.
"It'll be our little secret, Cal. I'm a good girl, I won't tell." I mutter innocently, staring up at him with doe eyes. His eyes darken and he stares at me intently, his lust darkened eyes widening at my words.
"You are a good girl, baby-always going to bed on time, cleaning up when asked, obeying every single rule-you're so good. Such a good girl." He whispers, palming me lightly through my pants. A deep moan escapes from the depths of my throat, spilling out against my lips. "Will you be a good girl for me, baby girl?"
I nod my head rapidly, "I'll be your good girl, Calum. I'll be so good."
***
It was hot. Hotter than it usually is here and I was beginning to doubt my being able to spend an entire summer in a non-air conditioned cabin under this heat. The sun was beating down on the tiny cabin, sending heat waves throughout the small room. It looks like I'll be stuck in an oven for the entire summer, or I could sneak into the counselor's cabins; they have AC. I carelessly toss my duffel bag on one of the bunks and sink down onto the soft mattress, taken in the feel of the all too familiar cabin.
Every summer for as long as I could remember, my parents would send me off to a sleep away camp somewhere in the outskirts of Los Angeles. I wasn't too fond of having to spend my last summer before college at some camp, but it wasn't too bad, they always had some hot ass counselors. My friends were telling me about some adorable Australian the camp had roped in to be one of our instructors-if he was as hot as they described, I was in for a treat this summer.
The cabin was soon filled with all-too eager girls with many familiar faces scattered around the bunks. Excitement was in the air; everyone was buzzing about camp, the courses, games, bonfires and of course, the counselors. "Did you guys see Calum yet?" Someone says and the entire cabin quiets at the name of the Australian. A series of sighs and 'no's' fill the air, everyone wanted to get a glimpse of the new guy.
Reyna and Michaela (random names, k) huddle around my bunk. "I saw him earlier; he was helping the younger campers with their bags." Reyna begins.
"And?" I urge.
"And he has the most beautiful brown hair and eyes and holy fuck he has a tattoo on his forearm and I managed to catch a glimpse of a small tattoo peeking out from behind his tank. He just screams sex god."
"I have to see him!" Michaela whines.
"You will eventually, I heard he's teaching the swimming courses this year."
"Swimming?" I inquire and Reyna nods. "If he is as hot as you say, how am I supposed to deal with him shirtless the entire time?"
"You'll survive, Y/N."
"I'll probably go into cardiac arrest."
"Fake drowning so he can perform CPR on you." Reyna suggests with a wink, causing giggles to erupt from our tiny circle. Michaela lies down onto my bed, resting her head onto my lap. "What if he is one of our counselors?" The three of us exchange looks, pondering what would happen if Calum was our counselor.
"I'd fuck the shit out of him, that's what I would do." Reyna blurts out and we all giggle, the dinner bell silencing us.
***
The air cooled down since the morning creating a comfortable breeze; it wasn't too hot nor too cold. We walked to the mess hall in silence, the sound of crickets chirping from all areas of the camp surrounding us.
Every year on the first day of camp, there would be this huge dinner, kind of like a little party, and it would be where each cabin would receive their course schedules and find out who their counselors are. My eyes were wide open the entire time in hope to catch a glimpse of Calum.
The mess hall was packed with campers. If you wanted to meet new people or reunite with old friends, this was the time. A group of our cabin mates were already seated at our table, chirping and squealing like baby birds. "What's going on guys?" I sit down next to Reyna with Michaela parallel to us.
"Look!" Someone shoves a piece of paper in front of my face and it takes me a few minutes to realize what it was-the counselor list. "Brandon, Miranda, Sophie and Calum." I read aloud, the chirping gets louder at the mere mention of Calum's name.
"Calum is our counselor!" I whisper shout to my friends, Reyna's glass colliding to the ground in the process, shattering in large shards. The first counselor to come running to our aid happens to be the infamous Calum.
His brown hair sweeps across his face as he bends down to clean the glass, his eyes are a beautiful brown and his skin is a silky material that I would love to leave my mark on. He was beautiful, and he was our counselor. The thoughts that filled my mind at this very moment were so unholy that no amount of holy water could cleanse me, for fuck's sake what am I thinking is probably my one way ticket to hell.
"Uh, sorry about that." I mutter, covering for the speechless Reyna.
"Yea, sorry." She mumbles under her breath.
"No problem, ladies. I'm Calum and by the looks of it, I'm your counselor," He stands up, he towers over us by at least a foot or two, his frame lean and muscular with beautifully built biceps. "What are your names?"
I look over at Reyna for any signs that she is actually going to speak, but judging by the way she is staring at the floor, i'm guessing she isn't. "I'm Y/N and she's Reyna. You must be Calum, right?"
"That's my name. I should get back now, talk to you girls later, alright?" He jogs off towards the counselors table and I can feel the heat rise up my neck.
"Why didn't you say anything?" I smack Reyna's shoulder.
"Ow," She whines. "That hurt." I flip her off and the conversation was over.
That ladies and gentleman is how I first met Calum Hood, now, how I got pressed up against him is further ahead in the story but we should get there shortly.
***
Swimming was the first course after breakfast and I found myself gawking from the sidelines for most of the lesson. He was shirtless, and soaking wet, his hair curling ever so slightly with his tattoos all clearly visible. I swear to God, I wanted to pounce on him, he was so fucking hot.
Any words he spoke simply came in through one ear and out the other; I couldn't focus on anything other than him. He hasn't even done anything and I was already wrapped around his finger. It's not like I was the only who had their eyes on Calum, half of the girls had their mouths open in awe at his perfectly sculpted abs while the rest of the class seemed to actually care about swimming safety.
The class eventually ended but I lingered around for a bit, hoping to get to know him a little more. "What are you still doing here, Y/N?" He walks into view, a towel adoring his shoulders with his swim trunks still on.
"I was wondering if you needed any help cleaning up, washing 34 towels is a lot of work for one person." I flash him the most innocent smile I could force onto my face, hoping he won't see through me.
"That'd be great actually! If you don't mind could you go around and collect all the towels?" I nod.
Once everything was clean, we sat down on a bench outside the pool house. "I'm sorry you had to miss a course to help me out."
"Oh, it's really no big deal. I've came here long enough to know how to shoot an arrow."
"You've been here before?"
"Every year. What are you doing here? Isn't Australia pretty far from Los Angeles?"
"It's nice to have a change every once in a while. Plus, you Americans have got some really cute girls." He says with a wink. I can feel my face flush; I was always awkward when it came to flirting.
"What are you implying, Hood?"
"I'm saying that I've got some pretty cute campers."
"Reyna is pretty cute, I'd say." I giggle.
"I was talking about you." He smiles, shaking his head slightly.
"I know."
"How humble of you."
"Are you going to the bonfire tonight?" He asks grinning.
"Yep and I'm guessing you have to go?"
"That I do. So I'll see you there?"
"You can count on it." He leaves me alone on the bench, my mind beginning to wander. He called me cute. Calum fricking Hood called me cute. Well, tonight is going to be interesting.
That was the first bonfire of the summer and it was the best one of the summer.I wasn't expecting anything huge to happen, but I'm happy it did.
The roar of the fire and the chirping of crickets mixed in with the cheesy camp fire songs were always soothing to me. I enjoyed being outside, far away from the city. The stars were so much brighter without all the smog and city lights, it was breathtakingly beautiful. "Star gazing?" Calum asks, staring up at the dark sky as he situates himself on the seat beside me. I nod softly, not breaking my gaze with the sky.
"It's beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you."
"I will poke you with a stick if you be that cheesy again."
"Feisty," he taunts. "I like it." I almost snort. "You're an absolute idiot." I retort and he grins.
Neither of us speaks for a few moments until Calum suggests we go get more marshmallows. "I don't see why we need two people to get marshmallows?"
"It's dark, Y/N. Haven't you heard of buddy system? What if one of us tripped and fell and no one was there to help?"
"You're honestly so weird."
"I take pride in that."
"Weird is good. Do you mind if we stop by my cabin for a sec? I want to grab a sweater."
"Of course."
The cabin was quiet and I could practically feel Calum's eyes burn holes into my body from where he stood. I desperately searched for my sweater, feeling awkward with just us in the cabin. I lean over the bed, reaching over to grab my bag in hopes to find my sweater.
Calum releases a quiet groan and I turn to face the flustered counselor, raising an eyebrow at the tall brunette.
"I'm sorry but having you bent over like that is giving me ideas that I should not have."
"Ideas? Like what?" I trail off, my voice dropping a few octaves. I make my way over to him, staring him straight in the eyes.
"I was just thinking of having your face buried into the sheets with your lovely ass in the air, fucking you so hard that you'll have difficulty moving, making you scream so loud that the entire camp knows what's going on. Unholy thoughts, Y/N. I should not be thinking that way about a camper."
"Aww, why not? I am 18 after all." His eyes perk up and I smirk. "Why don't we re-enact your little fantasy, Cal?"
"Are you sure?"
"Mmmhmm. I want to feel your thick cock inside of my tight pussy, fucking me relentlessly, driving me crazy." I can see his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat.
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" He swiftly pushes me against the hard cabin wall, his body only centimeters away from me. "You drive me crazy, babe. Ugh and when you wear that tiny swimsuit in my class, fuck, I just want to take you right then and there."
"Take me now, Cal. I'm all yours."
And that is how we get to the scene where our half naked bodies are pressed against one another. It didn't take long for clothes to start flying, in only mere minutes we were both shirtless, our tops tossed carelessly into the dark room.
His body was flush against mine, our bare chests pressed together so close that it left no room for the thick, humid air to come in between us. "You know, I really shouldn't be doing this," He whispers, his hand trailing down towards my center. "But fuck, you're so hot, babe." He practically growls into my ear, his thumb rubbing feverish circles against my thigh.
"It'll be our little secret, Cal. I'm a good girl, I won't tell." I mutter innocently, staring up at him with doe eyes. His eyes darken and he stares at me intently, his lust darkened eyes widening at my words.
"You are a good girl, baby-always going to bed on time, cleaning up when asked, obeying every single rule-you're so good. Such a good girl." He whispers, palming me lightly through my pants. A deep moan escapes from the depths of my throat, spilling out against my lips. "Will you be a good girl for me, baby girl?"
I nod my head rapidly, "I'll be your good girl, Calum. I'll be so good."
"My good girl, huh? I like the sound of that baby. My good girl." He repeats. "All mine."
"All yours, Cal. I'm all yours but please do something."
"So needy." He smirks, his fingertips barely ghosting over my sides, sending shivers down my spine. "Please don't tease me."
"Tease you? Wouldn't dream of it, baby." He giggles, continuing to barely touch me.
"Calum, don't be an asshole."
"Is that any way to talk to your counselor?"
"You know what." I mutter aloud, pushing the tanned boy off of me so that he lands on the bunk in front of us. I swing my legs across his lap, straddling him.
"I don't like being teased, Calum."
"And what are you going to do about it, sweetie?"
"Do you really want to know?" I whisper, rubbing my thumb against his cheek. He scoffs at me.
"You're just trying to scare me."
"Mmhmm, believe what you want." I trail off, my eyes scanning the room until they land on my belt. I reach over to grab the thin fabric, smirking at Calum. He gives me a confused look and I stare at him with innocent eyes, keeping the belt hidden behind my back. I press my lips to his and he immediately responds with equal force. With him distracted, I take the opportunity to tie his hands to the bed post. "What the fuck?" He whines, tugging at the restraints.
"I said I didn't like teasing, baby." I mutter, playing with the hem of my shorts, tugging them down painfully slow. "Now it's your turn to be teased."
"You can't be serious."
"Oh I'm serious, but you know what? If you be a good boy, I'll let you out. What do you say, Cal? Will you be my good boy?"
He nods his head feverishly. "I'll do anything, Y/N."
"I want to hear you say it." I taunt.
"I'll be your good boy, baby, I promise."