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neighbors know my name

‘Does he at least… well, do you good in the bedroom?” My friend quizzed me over the phone.

I rolled to my back, my legs leaning against the headboard. I rested a hand over my stomach as I debated on whether or not I should answer her patronizing question. She was always so open with me; it was the polar opposite to her. She giggled after I replied softly, still nervous, “I mean, yeah, but-”

She cut me off, finishing my sentence, “He doesn’t fuck you hard enough.”

I clasped a hand over my mouth when I gasped. My eyes went wide as she said her statement. I could practically see her lying down on her stomach, on her bed, picking at her fingernails while chewing on a piece of bubble-gum. She was such a teenage girl.

I smiled in the phone, telling her cheekily, “Yes, okay? We have great sex… but it gets boring, I mean, he’s never intimate with me anymore.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

“Maybe you should just pounce on him randomly; he’ll definitely react to that.” She chuckled.

“I have before! He just seems to never want it like I do though…” I tell her.

I hear a few footsteps and I can tell its Calum walking down the hall. I had my friend on loudspeaker, so I’m praying to dear lord that he didn’t hear our conversation. I can only imagine what he would do; he would be so upset about it. Not only because he would think that he’s shit at sex, but because I’m the one that admitted it.

I could hear the door click open, so I quickly took my phone off loudspeaker and turned to face him. He entered the room and swiftly closed the door behind him.

“Hi, Y/n.” He stated simply, shuffling closer to me.

“Hello, Calum…” I said, accidently hanging up the phone. I was getting nervous now. He looked so cheeky, but very serious at the same time. I was confused on whether or not he would say something to me.

He stepped closer to me and sat himself down on the bed, gazing at me with a small smile spread across his face. He adjusted his seating position, shuffling closer to me.

“… What’s up?” I asked him, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to come in here to tell you that I heard your conversation earlier.”

Oh shit.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Calum stated. He seemed calm until he leaned closer to me and started to rip my shirt off. My fingers started shaking as he ripped the front of my T-Shirt open, then proceeding to chuck it elsewhere.

Well things just escalated.

I could help but moan into his mouth as his hands immediately travelled down to my hips, digging his nails into the tender skin. He bit down onto my lip, smirking, as he fumbled with the button on my jeans.

“C-Calum, what the hell are you doing…” I whispered breathlessly; his biceps flexing as he took of my skinny jeans. God, this was torture.

He pressed his body against mine, him still fully clothed as I was left in my underwear. He grinded his crotch against mine. I could feel his prominent boner against me, making me whimper as I could feel how hard heactually was.

His lips trailed down from my lips, to my jaw then to my neck, teasing me with his sloppy kisses. My fingers tangled in his hair as I started to pant beneath his touch.