Sidemen Imagines & Preferences // COMPLETED

Calfreezy | Dirty

*Warning Sexual Content*

Your POV:

  "One more!" You shout over the thumping music to the bartender.

  "On me!" Shouts an attractive man as he walks up behind you at the bar.

  You look at him over your shoulder, with a flirtatious smile. "Thanks," you turn to him, "but I can buy my own drinks."

He smiles and looks down, laughing before looking back up at you. "I'm just trying to be nice."

  "How nice do you expect me to be in return?" You give a defiant look, playing hard to get.

  "Just a dance, that's all," he puts his hands up. "Is that alright?"

  You consider for a moment, looking him over unabashedly. He's hot, you have to admit, but you're also pretty drunk, so you can't be too sure. You decide it's worth the risk. "Alright, one dance."

  The bartender returns with two drinks and the hot stranger gives one to you.
  "So, who do I thank for this drink?" You ask, tapping the glass with your finger.
  "Cal," he replies, leaning in to be heard over the new song that the DJ's playing.
  You nod. "Well, thank you, Cal," you smile and lift your drink to your lips and take a sip.

   "You're very welcome..."
   "[Y/N]," you fill in the blank for him.
  "[Y/N]," he repeats, biting his lip briefly before taking a drink from his own glass.

  Something about the way Cal bites his lip catches you off guard. Between the several drinks you've already had, the heat of the club, and the bass of the music booming in your chest, you don't even care about a fresh drink anymore. "How about that dance?" You take Cal' hand and lead him to the floor.

  Cal follows gladly, putting his hands on your hips and pulling you close to him.
  You move seductively against him, pressing your body against his, moving to the rhythm of the music. He grabs your waist and turns you around. He puts a hand on your ass, holding you tightly. You put your lips to his ear and hear his breath hitch in his throat.

"Wanna get out of here?"
  "My place?" Is his only response.
  "Let's go," you reply, letting him lead you out of the club and into a cab. You text your roommate to let her know that you left the club, and the address you heard Cal give to the cab driver, to be safe. You get a response of sexual emojis and decide you're good to go.

  Before you know it, the cab stops in front of a couple of huge apartment complexes.
  Cal begrudgingly breaks away from the hot and heavy make out session you two had been sharing on the brief taxi ride. He makes his way around the car and opens your door, helping you out. He pays the cab driver and leads you to the front entrance.

  The two of you reach his door, smiling and laughing mischievously as Cal fumbles a bit with his keys and the lock. He rushes into the house, leading you by the hand down the long hallway to his room.

  You barely get through the bedroom door before Cal pushes you up against it, shutting it. You manage to undo the buttons of his shirt, even though his body is pressed so closely to yours.

  His hands grip your waist as his lips roam from your lips, down your neck.
  As his kisses reach your collarbone, you let go of the collar of his shirt and unzip your dress, letting it fall to the floor. He takes a moment to take you in, he shrugs out of his shirt, looking you up and down as a bulge grows in his pants.

  You smile playfully before grabbing the waistband of his pants, unzipping them as you push him towards the bed. You push him down onto the bed and slip his pants and underwear off, his erection finally free.