Rolling off my side, I roll onto my back, rubbing my tired eyes. I rise stretching my arms, and letting out a quick yawn. I got up and strolled towards our shared bathroom. The door was closed, I knocked even though it was only Calum.
I didn’t hear anything on the other side of the door, but a funny noise. “Calum!”, I call. “I need to pee!”
“Wait, ahhh… Just a second…”, he slurred.
“Are you okay?” I ask, concern in my voice. I turn the knob a few times.
“No, don’t come in. God!” He yells.
“Calum! Please, I need to fucking pee!” I scream, wiggling trying to hold in my pee.
“Just fucking wait!” He moans. I rush down the stair into the other bathroom down the hall, and use it. After washing my hands, the whole entire flat grew quiet.
I tip toe up the stairs, and listen.
“Oh Fuck yeah Y/N! Oh my god! Ohhh”, I heard Calum moan. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I rush up the stairs, and quickly find a card, and slid it through the lock of the door. I push it open. Calum and I both scream, both shocked. I take in the sight. Calum’s sweats were below his knees, his penis in his hands, and his face red from embarrassment.
“I’m sorry-“
“I told you not to come in!” He screams. He rises, pulling his pants up, pushing me out, and slamming the door. I shrug, and roam downstairs to cook breakfast.
I sit the plates onto the table, bringing the pan with me, and putting four pancakes on each of the plates, adding extra syrup. As I was putting the pan back onto the stove, I hear Calum’s foot step stumping down the stairs. “Why do you walk so hard?” I ask as he enters the kitchen.
He pulls out a chair, and sits, taking a bit of the pancake with his bare hands. “i could’ve gotten you a fork”, I say turning around and grabbing to silverware for the both us.
“Seems like I can’t have any privacy in this damn house”, I heard him whisper. I sit the fork in font of him, but he doesn’t grab it, but instead continues to enjoy his food with his (I hope washed) hands.
I sit, picking up the fork, breaking a piece of the pancake, and placing it in my mouth slowly. I watch Calum. I felt bad for walking in on him. He does need privacy, but why would he feel the need to… you know.
But thinking about it turned me on. It got me excited, and I began to think about the things I would do to that sweet, sweet boy.
“If you still feel embarrassed about earlier, no need too. Masturbation is a way of life. I do it too sometimes”, I say sympathetically, even though I was telling the truth.
He looks up at me, his eyes starring into mine. I blush, realizing what I had just said, and redness flushing my cheeks. I take a deep breath rising out of my seat, making my way over to Calum. “What are you doing?” he asks, just below a whisper.
I pushed my self in between the space between Calum and the table, and straddle him. My arms snakes around his neck, pulling his face closer to me.
I watch as Calum mouth twitches as he tries his hardest not kiss me. I smirk, smashing my lips against his, his head tilting back a little. His hands hold my waist. Teasingly, I grind my hips against his. He moans, biting down hard on my lip.
His tongue slips in my mouth, and our tongues began to battling, but he lets me win.
Our lips part away, with him quickly pulling my shirt over my head, and him doing the same to his. “You won’t ever have to masturbate again”, he whispers in my ear before softly biting my lobe.
Like I was no weight at all, he rises, then reconnecting our lips, caring me up the stairs, kicking the bedroom door open, and releasing me down onto the bed.
He let it move a few times, before attacking me neck, sucking harshly on the skin. A loud moan slipped out my mouth, and echoed in the room. He paused, and began laughing into my neck, making it burn with his hot breath. I smiled, and giggled, but getting inpatient as Calum always finds something hilarious during sex.
His hands cup my breast, massing them carefully. In patiently, I push him off, unhooking my bra, and throwing it across the room, and pulling him back down by his neck.
I slid down his sweats, his underwear sliding down with it. I take him in my mouth, my head bobbing, and work my hands on the places my mouth couldn’t reach. His hands take the rubber band out of my hair, tangling his hands in the locks of my hair.
I giggle as he bucks his hips greedily, his penis hitting the back of my throat, making me gag.
“I just wanna get in you already”, he wines. I didn’t listen, and instead continue. He lifts me up, dropping me onto the bed before ramming into me without warning.
Moans and screams leave my mouth, as he thrust harder, making sure i feel every piece of him. I open my shut eyes, and consecrate on his face.
He was trying so hard to hold in his moans, as he always does, his face red, and his neck veins visible.
He looks down at me, and smiles, and a moan caused him to open his mouth, and shut his eyes but no moan came out. As one did, he buried his face into my neck, releasing them, trying to make the screams shorter.
His breath soon became heavy, and he slowed down, then soon stopping.He stays into me for awhile before pulling out, and plopping down next to me.
“Next time you need to masturbate, you know you always have me dumb ass”, I joke.
“What about now?” He smirks, before attacking my lips.
