#137 “You’re an asshole.”
This is for my sweet love @calhood5sos. She was so super patient waiting for me to write this and I hope it’s okay! Enjoy babe!!
How much longer were you going to have to sit here? You were completely over this party, it had lost all of your interest when your date left you sitting here alone an hour ago. If you could even call him a date at this point.
You were even more pissed off that you had put on the most perfect little black dress for this guy. What a waste. Finally, after continuing to sit for another 30 minutes you get up off the couch and make your way to the kitchen where you find all of the alcohol.
You grabbed a bottle of what looked like some kind of colorful vodka and poured a hefty amount in a red solo cup, followed by a few splashes of whatever soda you could find. The first sipped burned your tongue and throat but you didn’t care, you just took a few more drinks until it stopped bothering you.
There was suddenly a bunch of noise coming from the other room, and when you went to check it out you could see it was everyone gathering around to watch people do keg stands and body shots. Half dressed girls were lying on tables with alcohol carefully resting in their navels or shot glasses placed between their breasts. It was typical college party shit that you swore you would never get involved with. But, you also never thought your date would leave you sitting alone at a party you didn’t even want to be at.
“Me next!” You shout as you push your way to the front of the crowd.
“Yes! Get this chick up on the table!” One of the guys pouring shots says as he wraps an arm around you. He was muscular and shirtless, typical frat boy type. You just smiled and followed him over to the tables.
“What’ll it be, sweetheart? Belly shot or boob shot?” He wriggles his eyebrows at you suggestively. You suddenly had no idea how you were going to pull this off in this dress. But honestly, who hasn’t seen a pair of underwear? But as you were about to pull your dress and climb on the table, a hand wraps around your arm.
“She’s doing neither.” Calum’s voice says as you turn to look up at him. You can see his two friends, Luke and Ashton standing behind him, all of them in their leather jackets.
“Go away, Calum. What I do doesn’t concern you.” You roll your eyes at him and pull your arm away from his grip, but he doesn’t let you get far before he pulls you back again.
“Considering you came here with me, I’d beg to differ.” His voice is low and angry.
“Considering you left me sitting in the living room for and hour and half by myself, I’d say your right to an opinion on the matter has been revoked.” You glare at him and move away from him again.
“Y/N! Come back and talk to me.” He shouts over the crown who is now cheering loudly as you climb onto the table. You mouth “can’t hear you” and turn away from him.
You know he’s still watching, you can feel his eyes on you, the crowd erupts a little louder when you bite your lip and slowly pull the bottom of your dress up, giving everyone a view of your black lacy underwear, and once your belly button was revealed you laid back on the table and waited for the shirtless idiot to come pour a shot in your navel.
“Ready for this?” He asks loudly so everyone can hear him. You nod your head and he not so carefully pours some tequila in your navel, then sprinkles some salt on your stomach. You’re breathing is uneven and loud, and it only gets worse when you see Calum standing in front of you.
“I got this one.” Calum says, ever so slightly pushing shirtless idiot out of the way.
“No fucking way, man.” Shirtless idiot makes the mistake of saying. It doesn’t take long for Luke and Ash to step over with their arms folded making sure he doesn’t come near me again.
“What are you doing, Calum?” You start to sit up.
“Do not move, Y/N. You wanna do body shots? Lets do body shots.” The look in his eyes makes you close your thighs together from the ache. You bite your lip and lay back down.
Calum slowly bends down, his hands resting on either side of your hips as he knees up onto the table between your legs. His head dips down to your stomach where his eyes meet yours, his tongue licking off the salt trail painfully slow and your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He says only loud enough for you to hear. The sound that leaves your mouth is desperate.
Calum drags his tongue across your stomach to the small pool of alcohol resting in your navel. His dark pink, plump lips circle your booze filled belly button and take in every last drop of the tequila from your skin. You aren’t sure how much longer you’ll be able to hold it together, because now he’s kissing his way down your body, in front of a whole crowd of people.
“Calum…you have to stop.” Your legs are noticeably shaking. He smiles against the skin of your hip, leaving one last kiss before he’s climbing off the table and helping you up. You quickly pull down your dress as you stand up on shaky legs.
“Everything you wanted it to be?” He smirks. Damn his smirk.
“You’re an asshole.” You roll your eyes again, realizing that you were actually pissed off at him still.
“What do I have to do to make it up to you?” He says, hands going to your hips to pull you closer to him. As much as you wanted to hate him, you could not resist this man.
“Its going to take a lot. Gravelling and attending to my every beckon need sounds about right.” You let him pull you against his body, your arms instinctively lacing into the hairs on the back of his neck.
“Anything you want, baby.” He kisses your forehead and slides his hands to globes of your ass.
“What’s with all this ‘baby’ stuff? You’ve never called me that before.” You hoped he would keep saying it.
“Probably happened when I realized I didn’t want anyone else touching you.” His cheeks get a little pink when he says it.
“I don’t want anyone else touching me either.” You reach up on your toes to get closer to him.
“Come here, beautiful.” He kisses you, and it isn’t gentle. It feverish and full of lust. You can barely breathe when he pulls away.
“What was that?” You finally breathe.
“Come home with me, I’ll show you.” His eyes are pleading. He wants you as much as you want him.
You knew how this would make you look. Like you were giving in. He didn’t even give you an explanation for leaving you high and dry for over an hour earlier. But, did that even matter anymore? Would it change anything now? Was it worth bringing up?
With no shame, you nod your head yes and let him lead you away from the party with a huge smile on his face. Your curiosity would get the best of you eventually, but you had a feeling tonight would be full of things to satisfy that curiosity for now.
