The Little Black Book of Imagines

Calum Hood Imagine 26

"What are you going to do?" My bestfriend yells from beside me.

Myself and certain tan man have been eye sexing each other all night. No physical or verbal contact has yet to happen and soon we'll be leaving to sleep or masturbate in the early morning from our failed attempts in the nights escapades. If it weren't for the two already failed attempts before I spotted him staring I might have actually had the confidence to approach him. Unfortunately, my last hope died before then when I struck out with, what we considered, a 'safe bet'. Kind of nerdy, very comfortable in the club setting and alone. He simply dismissed me politely but my ego took it harder than necessary. Especially, considering before that I was actually shutdown by a really hot guy, exactly my type and completely uninterested.

"Play or Lay?"

"Those are arguably meaning the same thing." I say.

"I know I'm not giving you a choice. Go play so you can lay. Atleast one of us should be getting laid tonight." She drank the last of her drink, reaching in to eat the pineapple on the bottom.

I take a deep breath and awkwardly, because I see his eyes following me to him, I make my way before him. He smiles, a no teeth smile, eyes bright maybe a little intoxicated, not enough that sex would be frowned upon.

"Hi, I'm ." I introduce myself over the music.

"I'm Calum." He points to himself. It's a little dorky and cute to me. "Do you want a drink?" He leans into me saying it right into my ear, breath across the flesh just underneath.

"No." I shake my head adding a thank you.

"Dance?" He tries.

"Not exactly." I try for a suggestive response, receiving a look of confusion.

Maybe I should be more direct.

"Can we just skip all of that and can just..." I trail off raising my eyebrows.

"Oh. Oh." There it is. He's gotten it. "Umm, okay." I ignore the voice in my head stating how thirsty I am. This is why I came out tonight. I usually stay home. I don't throw myself at every hot guy I find.

I don't think I threw myself at him. I nicely handed myself over as like a gift, a gift he could have said no to. But, he didn't and now I'm following him outside. He hails a cab allowing me to slide in first. He gives an address to the driver and then turns to me. He licks his lips and then kisses me. Probably testing my willingness. I am all too willing and handsy, showing him how much I want this.

It's not a long drive. I am beyond ready. Since our kiss minutes ago my body has been absorbing every touch, look and sound he's made. Every sense resignating to the pit of my stomach. Causing that familiar, uncomfortable wetness between my legs.

Inside he sits me on a table just inside of his door, his feet kicking his door closed and his lips affecting my moaning. Capturing them and feeding them back to me.

His cool hands against my heated skin soothe and aggravate sending my feelings into a frenzy. I rock my hips trying to help him but only causing the table to creak. He pulls me off and onto my feet pulling my dress over my head, covering my face with my hair.

He gives a small laugh wiping it away from in front of my eyes.

"There we are. Beautiful."

"Thank you." I say grabbing his hand and letting him lead me to a bedroom. I'm pulled back in front of him. He starts kissing my neck, running his tongue from ear to collarbone. The feeling orgasmic.

I feel his hand travel down my stomach, the tension building until he reaches the most sensitive part of me right now. His finger brushes across me smooth skin against coarse fingers. I shiver from the comtact as he does it again. He starts to rub my clit in tiny circles making me throw my head back and grab hold of his arm to steady myself.

The movements are so slow that it's driving me crazy but I like it, a lot.

Without moving his hands but faltering in his movements we lay across the bed, both of our feet hanging from the side.

"You are so wet and ready." He whispers into my ear. I shake my head in agreement feeling the combination of his fingers and hot breath. Without warning he pushes both fingers into me causing me to arch in pleasure.

His mouth is opened as he watches me come around his fingers so quickly.

"For fucks sake." He hisses. "On top." He lays flat on his back, in a daze I climb on top of him. His pants making it just past his knees, a condom ready.

When did he get it? Was it in his pocket? Perhaps I'm not the only one that came out for one reason. I watch as he slips it on and he lowers me down around him.

I moan from the familiar filling inside of me and rock my hips back and forth, the friction of skin, smooth and hairy legs against each other.

Rhythm quickens and the annoyingly disgusting sound of skin against skin that everyone puts up with for the post coitus bliss in the end fills the quiet and covers the moans.

"Fuck." he repeats quietly meeting every move I make until he explodes. Even after coming he continues to thrust into making me completely limp. I fall onto his chest and he wraps his arms around my body thrusting harder and deeper.

"Oh my God!" I scream. I've never had anyone to do this before. I come and so does he for a second time.

Woah.

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It's been a while, hello. :)

I hope that you enjoyed that!

If not I'm sorry about that.

You should send this to every Calum girl you know! Let's kill some people! lol

SO PROUD OF THEM BTW LIKE WTH!?! THEY DID SO WELL! I CRIED!!

I hope you all have an amazing week!

~Cassie ♡