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You weren’t precisely clear what was going on, you weren’t rich enough to understand what kind of scheme you had managed to be manipulated into, all you understood was that you were surrounded by every unfavorable wealthy person Calvin managed to associate with. The room smelt strongly of booze and cologne, it hurt your head, and you were quite frankly holding onto your consciousness by Calvin’s arm. You leaned heavily against his shoulder, keeping tight to his side to avoid conversation.
“You do know the drinks are on the house, right? And by that I mean you’re acting like a leech. Get off of me.” Calvin looked at you with an entirely unreadable expression, some strange combination of disgust and quite possibly affection.
“Fine, but if I make you look bad, that's on you.” You said, entirely lacking the snark you had intended. It was fine, it wouldn’t be too hard. You unwound your arm from his and wandered off to the bar, head clouding with scents as you attempted to push through the crowd as politely as possible. It took several minutes of mumbling apologies and receiving the nastiest glares you may have ever seen, but you managed, and sat yourself on a barstool that was entirely too uncomfortable (they have all the money in the world and can’t afford comfortable seating?)
You looked around you, it was like a sea of men in tuxedos, with the occasional piece of arm candy that stuck out like a sore thumb, which reminded you that you were also arm candy sticking out.
One of the many indiscernible bald men in tuxedos approached and took the seat next to you at the bar, immediately hailing the bartender the second his ass hit the seat. He was getting a rum and coke, and as soon as he received it, he gave you a look over.
“Who are you with?” He asked, not bothering with any formalities. You were taken aback but accepted it nonetheless. You never understood the rich and never planned to.
“Calvin Fischoeder.” You replied plainly, hoping that was an acceptable response.
“Oh. Do you like him or is it a money thing?” He asked, glaring at you. This was precisely why you wanted to stay by Calvin’s side.
“I like him. I think he’s fun.” The man gave you one more once over and got up to wander back into the crowd. You let out a sigh, silently saying your thanks to whatever was listening. Next on the agenda was a nice drink in order to make this entire thing slightly less insufferable.
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You had found your way back to Calvin's side, drink in hand, sipping frantically. He conversed with those around, rarely, if not never including you in the conversation, much to your delight. Your job was simply to link arms and look good, and you decided to ignore all of your qualms about being a weird prop in order to preserve your own sanity.
Once the crowd had moved away from the two of you, and Calvin leaned down next to you. His lips brushed your ear, and if your face went a bit red, that was because you were tipsy, and nothing else.
“Let’s speak in private for a moment.” He whispered, and the way his voice crept into your ear made you feel many unfortunate things. You held back a breathy noise as he began to walk you through the crowd.
What had to have been only five minutes felt like forever as Calvin led you through the ballroom, through a hall, and finally landing in an oversized closet full of cleaning supplies. You broke your arm away from his, and that look was back on his face.
“So.” Calvin looked you right in the eyes. Your heart pounded, out of what was possibly fear. You assumed you had broken some strange unspoken rule of wealthy conversation, and were just waiting on some kind of lecture.
“So.” You repeated, unable to return his gaze, rather focusing on a spot on the concrete floor. It was admittedly fascinating, you could almost see a face in it if you looked hard enough.
“You have put me in quite the dilemma.” Calvin said, seeming as though he had no intention to elaborate on this, and further compounding your fear. His eye never left yours.
“How so?” Your face was burning in shame and confusion, and maybe something else. You prayed he could just get to his point before you shattered into several pieces in that god forsaken closet.
“Usually hot young things like yourself avoid me like the plague -and for good reason, might I add- but you’ve been all over me.” Suddenly that look made a bit more sense, but you refused to believe he was getting at what you thought he was.
“Oh.” You nodded, feeling yourself go a little weak.
“I think you know what I want from you.” He leaned in closer, you could feel his breath. He smelled like whiskey. You nodded again.
Your lips met, it was sloppy and it tasted like booze. Calvin had a hand on your waist, and was pushing you against a shelf, until your back was pressed to it and you were entirely trapped. You let out a bit of a whine, more reactive thanks to the buzz you had going. You tilted your head, your kiss becoming increasingly more frantic. He started trailing his lips down your jaw, your ears, your neck. You whined as his teeth scraped against your throat, encouraging him to bite down, getting his teeth everywhere he could manage.
“Eager, are we?” He chuckled, taking a break from your neck to start unbuttoning your shirt. You shook your head, entirely too dazed for words. He was quick to pull it off of your shoulders, lips returning to your neck as he grabbed your chest, a finger circling around your nipple. Your hips bucked towards him, and he slotted a knee between your legs. You couldn’t help but to grind on his thigh, having lost any sense of shame as soon as this had started. You needed more.
“Calvin I swear to fucking god if you don’t put your dick in me soon I will fucking kill you.” You sounded nowhere near as intimidating as you meant to, too desperate for it to sound like anything but begging.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He sounded all too casual compared to you, and you weren’t sure if that was irritating or hot. Nonetheless, he had started to unbutton his pants. It was agonizing, no matter how fast he undressed, it felt like you were being teased. He had only gotten them down to around his thighs before he roughly yanked yours down as far as he could in a rush. You turned yourself around, facing the shelf, legs spread as much as you could manage with the way your pants were around your legs, and he hardly hesitated.
You could feel the head of his cock rub against you, his hands lining him up with your pussy. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as the tip entered you, agonizingly slow. He bottomed out, unmoving for a second, before beginning to thrust.
You could swear you saw stars. He was fast, and hit all the right spots each time. You moaned, taking a hand off the shelf to clasp over your mouth as he worked his magic. Calvin leaned over your back, latching his teeth hard onto your neck. Electricity coursed down your spine as he sucked a spot onto your neck, forcing you to hold in pathetic whines.
Calvin grabbed you by the wrist, yanking your hand off from your mouth, all the while digging his teeth into your throat. It hurt like hell, but just thinking about the mark it would leave made you push yourself back on Calvin’s cock. It was heaven, the pain on your neck contrasted beautifully with the constant shocks of pleasure going through you. He broke away from your neck, presumably to breathe, and you whined at the loss of contact. At that, Calvin groaned in your ear, grabbing onto your hips.
“I thought inviting you would be a mistake, but perhaps I was mistaken.” He stumbled over his words in a way you’d never heard him before. You couldn’t find the words to reply, and only made a noise back. He seemed pleased with your answer.
“Please,” you managed to choke out, begging for something that you couldn’t articulate. Calvin seemed to pick up on what you had needed, and snaked an arm in front of you. His hand traveled down your stomach, to your pussy, and found your clit. He rubbed circles around it, slow and clumsy as he thrusted, but it felt too good for you to complain.
“Is that what you wanted, pet?” He growled in your ear. You nodded, entirely overwhelmed by the endearment to reply coherently. His hand grew bolder, pace evening out on your clit, timed to his rapid thrusts, and you knew you’d be entirely gone soon.
“Fuck, I’m close, please,” You pleaded, slurring your words together in your desparation.
“So soon? The fun just started.” Calvin feigned disappointment, you barely even registered what he was saying as your body began tightening up. You were suddenly very grateful to have a shelf to hold onto.
“Shut up and make me cum.” You hated to be short, but you needed to cum more than anything at that moment.
“I’ll let your blatant disrespect slide given that this is your first time, but that’s punishable in the future.” You hadn’t had time to unpack the meaning of next time before you had reached your peak. Everything went white, pleasure shooting through you, and all you could do was try your best to keep yourself standing as Calvin made sure to touch you all throughout your orgasm. You were clenched tight around his cock, and you assume that was his final straw as well.
He gave one last thrust and stilled for a moment, trying to stifle a moan. You could feel his cum pumping into you, and if you weren’t so exhausted, the feeling alone made you consider a round two.
“Fuck.” You panted, head spinning. Calvin nodded.
“Fuck indeed.”