~5sos smut~

rough calum

With every ounce of alcohol that I consume, I feel the reality slipping from me and it feels relieving, free. It's been a while since I've done this, and I can't remember why I stopped.

The atmosphere of the bar is smoky, and the attitude of the people here is a mixture of wasted, hormonal and high, me being all three.

My eyes won't draw away from a certain guy, and I find myself licking my lips as I stare at him. His wavy, dark -almost black- brown hair covers his forehead but stops just before his also dark brown eyes. As he sips his beer, I notice that his cheekbones become visual.

Fuck, that's hot.

I can't help but notice how he's alone, and how incredibly attractive he is. His shirt is purposely tight on him, showing off his noticeably fine, fairly muscular body. The image of him fucking me is in my mind, and it almost lures me out if my seat and over to him.

My lower region is throbbing, begging for attention. The alcohol in my system allows me to feel confident and risky, and I stand from my stool at the bar.

I don't even think about what I'm going to say, I just walk towards him.

I decide as I walk, that I'm not going to make small talk. The sooner the better.

"Meet me in the bathroom," I whisper seductively into his ear as I walk behind him, not stopping to wait.

I glance over my shoulder at him, smirking, and he's staring at me. Knowing that he got my message, I look back in front of me and continue towards the restroom. A few seconds later, I hear fast footsteps following me. A smug grin plasters my face as I walk down the small hallway that leads to the bathroom.

A large hand grabs my shoulder and spins me around quickly. Only seconds later, my back is pressed against the wall and this mystery boy's lips are on mine. His kisses are hurried and rough, and he doesn't hesitate to slip his tongue in my mouth. I boldly treat him as he is treating me, moving my feet towards the bathroom.

He also steps in the direction of it and picks me up from the floor to carry me there. I wrap my legs around his waist, wasting no time in getting somewhere private. As he conveys me into the bathroom, our lips are locked and pants fall from our mouths and into the others. He sets me down on my feet and checks to see if anybody is in here. When he figures out that there isn't, he locks the main door and we continue making out.

He tastes like hard whiskey with a tint of Gold beer, and it seems as though I'm getting more intoxicated from it. Our hands roam about each others bodies freely, and I am turned on even more now that I can actually feel how fine his body is.

He disconnects our lips and pulls his shirt over his head, satisfying my eyes greatly. He tosses it onto the only sink in the room and I begin to unbutton my flannel shirt. I peel it off my torso, revealing my stomach and bra, and throw it on top of his shirt. He bites his bottom lip while he stares at me for a second before pulling his pants down and slipping the legs off his feet.

I notice that there is a bulge in his tight boxers, and I clutch it a little forcefully. A moan emits from his mouth as I knead my fingers against him.

"Fuck," he swears in pleasure, leaning his head back as I continue to rub and squeeze him.

I stop briefly in order to discard of my pants and underwear. He watches me and I decide to tease him by slowly removing each item. Once the only clothing on me is my bra, I begin to pleasure him again. He breathes heavily, the pressure getting to him.

In an instant, I yank his boxers from him and watch as his dick straightens completely, satisfaction filling me. He steps out of his boxers and kicks them to the side before pulling me close to him. His lips connect to my neck, and he sucks harshly until he is sure to have left a red mark. I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach as he does this and I can't help but take it in my hand and pump.

He groans in enjoyment and I remove my hand, leaving him hanging.

He doesn't waste time in grabbing his pants and digging his wallet out of the back pocket. A blue packet is pulled form the wallet and he opens it quickly, sliding the condom on his penis all within 30 seconds.

"Lay down," he instructs, licking his lips.

I follow his instructions and lay down on the oddly warm, tile floor. I bend my knees and spread my legs for him more than willingly and he climbs on top of me. His tip presses against my opening and I watch as he lowers himself into me slowly. We groan in pleasure simultaneously, loving the feeling. There isn't any pain because the alcohol has fortunately numbed any pain.

"My name's Calum," he introduces himself randomly. "Feel free to scream it at any time," he adds sexually, picking up his pace tremendously.

"Harder!" I shout at him, and he grunts, slamming into me.

Calum grips my hips as he thrusts in and out of me, fast, deep and rough. I feel him hit my back wall as he goes as far as possible, taking deep breaths to control himself.

Short, cut-off whimpers leave my mouth as he fucks me. My body moves against the floor with each thrust and I turn my head to look at the wall as he pushes in and out of me quickly. Calum's base hits my entrance repeatedly, pushing me closer to my high.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he compliments, grasping my hips tightly as he plows into me with force.

"Calum!" I scream in absolute pleasure, my vagina pulsing and tensing around him.

"That's right, baby. Scream my name," Calum huskily commands, fucking me harder and faster.

I shout in arousal, panting heavily. I slam my hands against the ground as he plunges deeper and deeper.

Several moans, gasps and occasional screams leave my mouth as I struggle to contain myself.

"Scream louder," he demands fiercely, moving a hand to massage my clit to add to my pleasure. "I want everyone to here you."

The pleasure is amazing, but almost unbearable as I climb further up the mountain that leads to my climax. His thumb rubs aggressively against me as his member pushes in and out of me just as quick as before, and it brings me further up.

"Calum! Fuck!" I scream loudly as I tense around him involuntarily, reaching the top of the mountain. My muscles relax as I come around him, and he stops rubbing me but he rides out his high, sending me into a frenzy.

He spills into the condom less than a minute later and by then, I'm a shaking mess. The continued pleasure after my climax has me gasping for breath and my vagina throbbing.

He pulls out of me and removes the condom from himself, depositing it in the trashcan. He falls to his back on the ground next to me and breathes heavily.

"That was fucking great," he comments, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

I hum in agreement, still trying to catch my breath. "Yeah, you sure know how to make a girl scream," I joke, my voice cracking, it being a little sore from screaming and shouting so much.

"It's one of my talents," he sarcastically replies, even though I bet it is.

The next thing I know, Calum is carrying me out of the bar and I'm telling him the way to my house. When we arrive, he lifts me out of his car and carries me into my small house where he lays me in my bed. I swear I feel him kiss me swiftly on the forehead, but I'm pretty sure it's just the alcohol messing with my brain.

After he lays me down, he exits my room and after I hear my front door click shut, I fall into a deep sleep. The next morning when I wake up, my entire body is sore.

a/n

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