5SOS Smut

Dripping Wet pt. 1 {Calum}

smut by :
iwanttowriteyou

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I couldn't help but think about it every second I had gotten a moment to myself. It was one of those moments that was carved onto your eyelids, permanently etched in your memories like the happy moments from childhood. I had had a crush on Calum the moment I stepped into this flat as a temporary roommate, only to never leave again. Luke was complaining about needing extra money for the rent and I had been complaining about my gross roommate for the same amount of time. Sometime drunk, Calum proposed I'd move in with him and Luke. He had been drunk and shirtless, my own mind hazed over as I merely nodded my head in an agreeing motion, gaze fixed onto the tight abdomen. 

The first time I had sort of walked in on him had been over a month ago. My charger decided to let life once more and all I had planned was barging into Calum's room and loaning his for the remainder of the evening. I received a private show though when I heard his low groans resonate through the thick wooden door.

I know I should've just left right then and grant him his privacy, but that sound leaving his throat sparked something in me, leaving me damp and desperate for more of those sounds. I had been standing there silently until he groaned again and stilled, his hand resting on the base of his swollen shaft. I had kept standing there for just a moment too long as Calum began to curse underneath his breath and got up from his seat on the large bed. I had scrambled to get away in time, bumping into Luke when I rounded the corner in my haste. He had laughed and joked about my clumsiness, but my cheeks and ears were still tinted pink from mere moments ago.

The second time happened three days ago. But this time it was different. He had borrowed my Hunger Games collection and I was desperate for some Peeta at that moment. He was in the exact position as before, hand rubbing along his shaft as he squeezed his eyes closed and soft grunts blew past his lips. His shirt laid discarded at the foot of his bed, gym shorts just pushed down low enough to free his erection from its confines. In the middle of his impending orgasm, my name flew past his lips like a whisper before he soiled his stomach with his hot release. 

And here I was. In the shower, naked back pressed against the cold tiles, head thrown back as I let my fingers slip through my folds and down to my core. I couldn't help but relive those two moments I had stolen from Calum, imagining I would have had the guts to walk in and help him finish his job. Who knows, maybe he would've thought more of me than just the best girl friend of his mate Luke, and saw me as the willing, burning woman I am. Burning for him. 

I would've pushed Calum down, lying flat against his soft duvet, my hands roaming over his tan, toned and tattooed torso. My nails would scratch lightly across the skin, drawing a low, strangled moan from those plump pink lips. I'd let my own lips trail along his defined jaw, slithering down as I followed the path my hands had made with the tip of my tongue. 

I'd rid him of his short within a second, displaying his thick, pre cum dripping erection for my wandering and lustful eyes. I'd toy with him for a moment, touching every piece of inflamed skin along the point of interest before granting it with the attention he deserves. I don't think I could hold myself back long before I'd want to taste him. The tip of my tongue slowly dragging along his shaft before I'd take the swollen head past my lips. 

He'd groan and fumble underneath me, his fingers slipping through my hair to grasp it tightly between his long, slender fingers. It would draw a moan from my own lips, the vibrations sending him even closer to the edge. He'd pull me back up so our lips could meet in a hungry, desperate kiss, teeth clashing together as our tongues would meet in an internal battle. 

I'd rub my wet, slick core along his shaft, the friction making me moan loudly against his already swollen lips. It wouldn't take long for me to reach my orgasm, head thrown back in pure bliss as I rode Calum, nails digging into his hips.. 

"Oh" I let a tiny sound leave my lips as I involuntarily buck my hips towards my own hand, my imagination full on the loose. But fairy tales don't last long in this shithole. 

"Y/n! Fucking hurry up I need to shower too the party is starting in an hour." Calum loud voice booms through the small bathroom, his fist banging rhythmically against the closed door. "Fuck off Cal!" I groan, biting my lip as I try to push myself over the edge in record speed. 

"If you don't cut the water now I'll come do it myself!" He threatens and a small breath leaves my lips, something resembling a laugh following suit after. 

I groan when I realize the moment has passed, even though the source of my wet dreams is right on the other side of the door. My hands leave my slit immediately when the door swings open and a loud shriek leaves my lips. 

"Calum what the fuck! You mental shithead!" 

Right now I am very grateful for the curtain that is still separating us, although that barrier soon disappears as his hand appears and switches the water off. 

It disappears and returns with a towel dangling from his slender fingers, my own roughly pulling it from his grasp. 

"I told you I would." Calum grins when I rudely yank the shower curtain to the side, seeing that smug bitch standing there with his arms crossed. "A girl can't even get some privacy in this joint." I mumble underneath my breath as I feel my cheeks heat up. Not only from the orgasm I was so rudely deprived from, but also from Calum standing here in just his black, tight boxer briefs. 

"Is there something wrong? You know it's a joke right?" I almost flinch when Calum's fingertips brush along my droplet filled shoulder, my hands clutching the towel to my chest. "I was just thinking, and you caught me off guard." I grant him with a weak smile but I receive a wicked grin in return along with that up to no good glint in his eye. 

"I'm sure it was more than thinking, wasn't it?" My eyes widen drastically and I realize I have been caught in the act - sort of. 

"You're a horny bastard, Cal." I growl towards him as I push past him to get dressed in my own privacy of my bedroom, but I am stopped by his large arm. "Make sure you get the tension off of your shoulders, Y/n. Would be a shame if it ruined the party for you." Calum winks and I slap his chest as a scoff leaves my lips. Maybe I can use his needs against him tonight.

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I'LL PUT PART TWO UP TOMORROW THEN I CAN'T PUT ANYMORE UP UNTIL JULY BECAUSE I'VE GOT TEST AND EXAM AND STUFF I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND, I'LL STILL TRY AND GET FEW PUBLISHED EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE SO UNTIL THEN HERE'S THIS AND THE ONE I PUBLISHING TOMORROW