>Extremly really dirty imagines<™

Rebound calum

"This happened for a reason," Luke assured Calum, knowing his words wouldn't do anything but apply a thin layer of lotion over the burn seared across his best friend's heart. "Clearly, she didn't deserve your last name."

Calum stared at the ring in his hand, biting his lip gently and tried to allow Luke's words to do something to him. But he didn't see how anything could help right now. His best friend's weren't Luke and Michael right now.

They were Jack, Johnny, and Jose.

He stared at the ring that he had been given back not even eight hours ago. Calum wanted to chuck it at wall and watch it break the way she broke his heart.

"Two shots of tequila please," He turned to look at the you, the girl who held up two fingers in order to emphasize your order. You looked at Calum and raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you with something?"

"No, but you're ordering two shots?" He asked, making it obvious that he was checking you out-or judging you. Either way, you were getting attention.

"Yeah, it's for my friend," You answered easily and bit down on your lip, staring at him intently. "She's in a devastating situation."

"Are you your own friend?" He asked, licking his lips. Your stomach churned at the sight. The way he ran his eyes up your body, how he then brought his teeth to sink into his bottom lip. He was drunk-of course he was drunk.

No one looked at anyone like that if they were sober. Especially not someone like him. He looked like he would at least respect women, if he didn't himself.

"Sure," You mumbled and took the tequila shots in front of you, drinking them both. "If you'll-"

"Stay, I have a question," Calum mumbled and offered the seat beside him. You hesitated for a minute and then sat down. "My fiance recently dumped me-cold hearted and the biggest cheater in the entire world-and I'm having a hard time coping with that. I was thinking we could sleep together."

"I'm not drunk enough to have this conversation," You muttered and called back the bartender. "Can I get two scotch on the rocks?"

He left you two once more and then started to make the drinks.

"I'm drunk enough, I don't need another drink,"

"It wasn't for you," You muttered and took both of the drinks, swallowing them one by one. He watched you, almost amazed. "Alright, so sex?"

"Sex," Calum confirmed and licked his lips. "There's a bathroom."

"Fine," You muttered and stood. "I'm not doing it in that bathroom. You take me to your place or you're not getting fucked until your heart mends right back together."

Within ten minutes a cab had dropped you off at his apartment and his hands were all over you. His mouth found yours, the mixtures of alcohols creating more as he pushed you up against the wall.

"I don't even know your name," He gasped as you pushed your hips against yours. "I bet it's as fucking beautiful as you."

"No compliments," You growled and ripped open the buttons of his shirts, practically orgasming at the sight of his body. "It's Y/N."

He nodded his head. "Calum," He took the end of your dress and pulled it over your head.

Your clothing decorated a trail to his room, the soft plush of his mattress enveloping you as he slid over you. His mouth left open-mouthed kisses down your body, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake.

"Christ," Calum groaned and pulled off your underwear, spreading your legs slowly. He practically moaned at the sight of you so wet and ready for his mouth. "Fuck, yes."

You whimpered, feeling his hot breath against your pulsating pussy. You fisted his sheets, panting as he ran his nose along your soaking folds. Your lips were parted, anticipation searing your skin.

"God, just fucking do it," You growled, annoyed with all the waiting. You wanted to be fucked, you were ready for it. There was no way Calum was going to ruin this for you.

Calum licked upward on your pussy, tasting and even teasing a little as he flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit. You let out almost a relieved groan, arching your back gently. He smirked in triumph, wrapping his arms around your thighs and gripped the inside of your thighs. You whimpered as he left soft kisses on your cunt, warm lips making you shudder.

"Please, please," You begged. "Please just fuck me with your mouth, fingers, anything."

Calum almost didn't want to obey, but he could see the disparity in your facial features. Your eyes shut tightly, hands over your head and fisting the bed sheet. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking-almost like he was giving her a hickey, but it was making your legs jerk, fingers grip his hair tightly.

His tongue move to flick inside of you, the most hideous slurping sounds resonating inside of your ears as he sucked and moaned against you, lifting his head every few seconds to convey messy hair, swollen lips, and flush cheeks-sweat forming on his forehead from the warmth of your thighs.

His tongue ran over his lips, collecting the taste. It turned you on further, beckoning him toward you-curling your finger. He obeyed easily, tongue making a trail from your navel to the place between your boobs. His slim fingers took hold of the clasp, your back arching so it was an easier task to remove the strapless material.

Your breathing hitched, his thumb and index finger tweaking and tugging on the nub of your nibble. His mouth came to take hold of the other nipple, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your fingers ran through his hair, knees bending as he sucked and flicked his tongue against the now erect nipple. The same actions were repeated to the other he had been tweaking and tugging on.

Flames of desire flicked at your skin, sweat covering your chest, sticking you two together as your feet removed his boxers and kicked them toward one of the window. Your hands cupped his face, forcing your mouths together as he rubbed himself against you, his cock erect and practically pulsating before he was reaching over to his nightstand and ripping a condom off of the roll, opening the silver package.

He hissed at the feeling as he placed the condom over his dick, panting softly as he got on all fours. He moved one hand to grip himself, aligning with your throbbing cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pushed inside of you.

You gasped loudly, astonished at how thick and large his was. His hips rolled forward, easing himself into a rhythm before he was lifted himself, gripping the headboard with both hands and then pounded into you. He was without mercy, head throwing itself back as he enjoyed the occasional little clench your pussy awarded him. Your mouth was hanging open, hands scratching down his chest.

Your stomach was churning, eyes shut tight as he fucked you as if there were not consequences afterward. His mouth let out animalistic sounds, your nails digging the flesh of his skin as he whimpered loudly and began gyrating his hips.

The rough, circular motion of his hips drove you crazy. Your back arched, a high pitched moan eliciting from you as he shoved his hips forward completely, making you jerk your legs one more time before you were both cumming. Calum let out little, broken grunts as he came inside of the condom.

Your entire body tingling, closed eyes showing patches of white and purple as the pleasure striked you. Calum leaned downward and pressed his mouth against yours, lazily, wet kisses against your mouth before he pulled out and removed the condom.

"Best fuck ever," You told him as he placed himself to lay beside you.

"I was thinking," Calum panted, running his fingers through his sweaty hair. "Tomorrow, same time?"

You turned to him and rose an eyebrow. "No strings attached?"

"I would think it's your duty to fuck me until my heart is glued right back together," Calum grumbled sleepily.