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Thirsty Much?

Prequel to Nail Polish

Requested by anon: “I was wondering how they start being fwb”

Warnings: self-pleasure, sex, fwb situation

Rating: M (18+ only)

Word Count: 2.8k

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You were sitting out on the back patio, laptop in front of you, half-heartedly participating in a work meeting. The voice of one of your more eager coworkers filled your headphones as your gaze went over the top of your computer screen, landing on your recent roommate, Calum, working out, shirtless, in the far corner of his yard. 

You had moved in with Calum almost two months ago. It was only meant to be temporary, moving out of your ex’s home after they broke up with you, their main point being jealousy and insecurity caused by your friendship with Calum. You didn’t totally understand that contention, sure Calum had a habit of kissing his closest friends, yourself included, from time to time, on the cheek or otherwise, and obviously you weren’t blind, he was unfairly attractive, but you didn’t think any of your interactions with him could’ve caused insecurity in your former partner, Calum was just your friend.

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Has calum been shirtless lately? I’m dying with this drought

literally NO but let’s reminisce ✨✨✨

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ChristmasSOS (Plus Size Series) (Calum)

I've been feeling like doing more plus size blurbs and concepts because it's been a long ass time, and representation ya know?

Around the holidays, Calum came to life. He loved the baking, decorating, lights, and most of all, you. He met you at one of his shows and he loved the way your outfit hugged your curves. He thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Now, three years later, he was still just as in love with your curves as ever and couldn't get enough of your love.

He watched from his side of the bed while you shimmied out of the beautiful red dress you wore to the band Christmas Eve party. His eyes trailed over the rolls and curves and marks that graced your body and a smile played on his lips. He loved this time of the day. When you undressed and changed into more comfortable clothes. He loved especially when you'd only wear a very baggy shirt. It drove his imagination wild.

"Cal?", you asked, snapping him out of his inappropriate thoughts.

"Hmm?", he hummed softly, pushing the idea of you settled on his hips out of his head.

"Do you think I was overdressed at the party? None of the other girlfriends were dressed as fancy."

Calum scoffed and sat all the way up, ready to drop some truths. "Angel, you looked absolutely gorgeous. That red was so stunning on you. You were definitely not overdressed. Perfectly dressed is how I would put it."

You smiled at your boyfriend as you slipped into more comfy clothes. "You're just saying that because you're dating me."

Calum then proceeded to maneuver himself off of the bed and avoided nearly falling on his face. Once he composed himself, he made his way over to you and grasped at your full hips. "Even if we weren't dating, I would think you looked breathtaking. I mean it."

Your heart melted and you gave yourself over to the feeling of his warm hands on you. "Thank you, Cal."

He hummed in appreciation and trailed soft kisses from your cheek all the way down your neck. His lips were always so soft and hot against your skin and always gave you goosebumps. His hands skimmed over your stomach and waist and landed on your hips with a gentle squeeze. "You're stunning, love."

You met his dark eyes with yours and blushed at the way he was already staring. His lips crashed into yours and he swept you up into the bed and made love to you through the night.

The next morning, you woke to the sun shining through the bedroom window. As your eyes opened, you remembered the love from the night before and smiled. Calum's large hands all over your skin. His lips against your neck as he gave you ecstasy. The way his voice rasped with moans.

Calum's muscular arm pulled you closer and his lips found their way to your forehead. "Morning darlin'," he grumbled sleepily, "Merry Christmas."

You beamed up at him and brushed some curls away from his face. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

He sighed happily and hugged your plush body against him, stroking the soft skin on your back. It had taken some time for you to get used to him touching the parts of you that weren't your favorite, but he was so gentle and loved every part of you. Fat rolls, cellulite, stretch marks, and stomach included.

"Last night was the best Christmas present I've ever gotten," He breathed.

"What? Sex? We've had sex a lot baby," You giggled.

"The sex was a bonus," he murmured, "I meant being with you is the best present." His fingers danced across the small of your back.

You glanced up at his eyes and knew he meant it. "Calum."

Calum left a light kiss on your lips and pressed his forehead to yours. "I mean it, Y/N. You make me so happy. I'm incredibly lucky to love you." He reached for something in the drawer of his bedside table and made sure to keep an arm around you.

He pulled out a small black box and took a deep breath. "Y/N?"

Your heart began to pound out of your chest. "Calum?"

"You mean so much to me. I fell for you so hard and I continue to every day. Being with you has made me strive to be a better man, pun intended, and I want to be the best man I can be for you. I want you by my side when I'm old and throwing prunes at Ashton in the retirement home. I want to be the one at the end of the aisle waiting for you. I love you so much, Y/N. Will you marry me?"

Your breath hitched as he opened up the box to reveal a beautiful opal ring. "Yes. Calum, yes!" You cried and threw your arms around his neck.

He breathed out a sigh of relief and buried his face into your neck and gripped at your chubby waist. "Never mind. This is the best Christmas present I've ever gotten."

(It's been a hot minute since I did a concept series! Who should I write about next? I definitely want to write about all of the guys. -Kenzie xx)

ChristmasSOS Concept Week

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I got you an idea: PICTURE THIS.

calum and you have had a lazy day all day today and it’s been touchy and lovey and really sweet until he suggests having lazy sex. Like him slowly eating you out all day while you’re watching tv or you sit on him to keep his cock warm. But it’s all lazy and sexy and giggly.

thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy it <3

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving) dirty talk. minors dni.

you woke up to calum's lips lighting brushing your shoulder and his hot breath against your neck, his arm tight around your waist. the night before, calum and you had gotten home late from celebrating with the guys and were excited to get to bed. of course, the detour to the shower together was what really had you both exhausted.

It was supposed to be innocent and you two were really only supposed to bathe each other, but then calum had bent down to grab the bottle of shampoo that fell and had kissed your hip on the way up. hearing the gasp that caught in your throat was enough to have him on his knees, making you come on his tongue before he took you from behind against the shower wall.

you glanced at the clock, rubbing your thighs together at the thought of last night's activities. it was nine o'clock and you were already turned on, and you were sure the sheets were a little wet. calum must have felt you fidgeting, a deep chuckle coming from his chest. you blushed, digging your head into your pillow.

"you good?" he asked, giving your waist a squeeze. you didn't say anything, just nodded, your face still buried in the pillow. he smiled against your skin. "you sure?" he asked, his fingers skating across your stomach and dragging lower.

"calum," you whined, arching your ass against him, feeling his bare hard on against you. you reached back but he blocked you, pushing your hand away and flipping you onto your back. you looked up at him, smiling when he leaned down and gave you a small kiss.

"i'm hungry," he whispered, and you furrowed your eyebrows, not expecting the conversation to lead there. you smiled, ready to get out of bed so you two could go get something, but he stopped you. "not for that," he rasped, leaning down to kiss you again, his fingers going back to gliding down your body, easily slipping through your lips and collecting the wetness that had collected there. you arched, grinding your hips against his hand.

"cal, please," you mumbled, your hand wrapping around his wrist.

"such a polite girl," he teased, his fingers spreading your wetness around before he slipped his middle finger into you, sighing at how warm you felt. he leaned down, kissing you to swallow your moan. his finger dragged in and out of you at a slow pace, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing small circles.

"fuck me," you whispered, wanting to cry when he said no.

"not yet, baby," he said promising it'd come later. he didn't elaborate, just continued fingering you as he slid down the bed, kissing you as he went. his lips stopped at your chest, wrapping his mouth around your left nipple, his teeth digging in lightly and then his tongue soothing the sting before moving onto your right breast, repeating the actions. your hands curled into his hair, tugging a little bit. he hummed in appreciation, blowing cold air onto your nipples and smiling when they stiffened. he loved the affect he had on you.

he kept on with his journey south, his lips kissing your stomach and hip bone. he had added a second finger into you, curling his fingers inside of you, before he replaced his thumb on your clit with his mouth. his tongue resumed the circles his thumb was previously making, causing you to moan louder into the quiet room. you lifted your hips, grinding into his face as your hands held his head there - not that calum needed you to hold him there. he'd die there, right between your thighs if he could. his lips closed around your pussy, sucking on your clit for two beats before he let his mouth go lower, the tip of his tongue joining his finger plunging in and out of you, his thick nose grinding against your clit.

"so close," you whined, meeting calum's movements with your hips. "so close, you're so good, cal," you mumbled, fanning his praise kink.

he pulled his mouth away, his fingers picking up pace to make up for the absence of his tongue.

"you're so sexy when you come. come for me, show me how good i make you feel," he begged, teasing a third finger at your entrance. "show me who owns your pussy, pretty baby," he mumbled, his lips kissing your hip again.

you were going to scream, your vision turning white as three of his fingers pumped in and out of you at a nice pace, it was almost like his cock was in you. if you closed your eyes you could imagine it was.

"i'm coming, i'm coming," you whined, gasping when his mouth was on your clit again, ready to swallow everything that spilled out. your moan was pornographic when you came, feeling calum grind his cock against the sheets to relieve himself as he licked you clean, wanting to taste as much of you as he could.

calum climbed back up, kissing you to let you taste yourself on his tongue. it was obscene and you loved it.

"now i need some real food," he mumbled, causing you to laugh.

-

you were both now on the couch, laying down as office re-runs played in the background. calum was positioned behind you, a blanket draped over the two of you. his fingers circled the skin that peaked out between your underwear and the shirt of his you were wearing.

you slid back against the couch, trying to get more comfortable, when you felt calum breathe in quickly. you smirked to yourself, shimmying your ass back again.

"babe," he warned, his hands landing on your hip and gripping tightly. you laughed, your hand reaching behind you, falling through the space between you. your palm brushed against him before you palmed him, hearing his soft moan in your ear. you slipped your hand underneath his boxers, taking his cock in your hand and stroking him, your thumb brushing against the tip, spreading his pre-cum around the head of his dick. "baby," he sighed, thrusting in your hand.

you pulled your hand away, pulling your panties down, smiling to yourself when you felt calum's hand leave your skin to pull his own boxers down. when he situated himself, your hand reached back again, giving his cock a couple of pumps before helping him guide into you from behind. you both sighed at the feeling of him filling you. he thrusted gently at first, slowly, just enough for you to adjust to him.

"fuck," he groaned, waiting for you to rock against him as his sign to go. he slid out of you almost completely, filling you back up again slowly. "so, so good. you fit me just right," he sighed, his lips finding your shoulder as he rocked in you. you clenched around his cock, rocking against him to meet his movements, moaning his name when his pace picked up just the slightest bit. his hand wrapped around you, finding your clit and rubbing figure eight's as he pumped in and out of you, your eagerness making it easy for his cock to slip in and out of you.

"i was made for you," you said, almost like a prayer.

"just for me," he agreed, shifting a little so he could put himself at an angle, fucking you deeper than he would laying down. his name slipped out of your mouth, causing him to curse to himself, picking up his speed a little bit.

"fucking you always feels so good," he said, "your pussy is so good, baby," he said, causing you to moan louder. you loved hearing how much calum liked fucking you, it made you feel a little less pathetic for wanting him to do it all the time. "so close," calum said, interrupting your thoughts.

"come in me, cal," you begged, meeting his thrusts half way, chasing your own release. "fill me up."

"fuck," he groaned at your words, his hips stuttering. his slipped a finger into you, pumping it into you as quickly as his cock was, trying to get you there with him. his fingers and cock combined with his own release dripping out of you and between your thighs pushed you to you climax, moaning his name as your thrusts paused, your hand falling to encircle his wrist again.

"so good," he breathed, both of you collapsing back onto the couch. he didn't pull out of you, both of you too sensitive to move too much. he pulled the blanket back up to cover you both, both of you trying to catch your breath.

you turned your head, glancing at calum. you laughed lightly at the smile on his face, craning your neck to give him a chaste kiss. he returned it, snuggling into your back with his cock still in you, both of you laying on the couch for the rest of your day like this, tangled and connected to each other.

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2011 (C.H)

warning: smut

word count: 2000+

summary: just a classic quickie before the ‘2011′ cover shoot 😇

authors note: something based on this fit had to be done and I was more than happy to write it ;)

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🦋 Ok I got 2 ideas. 1) bodyguard! Cal.

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A/N: baby, love this 😍

I’ll be there (c.h)

Pairing: Bodyguard! Calum Hood x Fem! Ready

Warnings: Smut (dry humping, oral male receiving, blink and you’ll miss it degradation kink) Mentions of abuse

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“Where is she?” Your father asked the guards as he paced around the lobby “She knows how important this dinner is! She can’t be late”

Well, important is a very big word depending on who’s saying it. For your father, this night could earn him a new business deal. But for you, it was another setup with another rich kid who thinks he’s important enough to get into your pants.

It’s not the first time your father has tried to set you up with one of his colleagues’ sons hoping for an alliance between the two families, and it probably won’t be the last despite your constant refusal to them. So, you decided to make him suffer a little bit for it.

“Hood!” He shouted, calling the attention of one of your personal bodyguards “Go! Make sure she’s ready and bring her here. This kid is going to make me go into early retirement!”

Calum nodded before going upstairs and straight to your room where he knows you’ve been hiding.

“Miss?” He knocked on the door “Your father wants to see you ready as soon as possible”

“Too bad!” You said from the other side of the door.

“He won’t be happy”

“He never is,” You said as you started opening the door “But why don’t you help me get ready? Maybe that way I can do things faster”

Calum’s face remained neutral until the moment he saw you, opening the door in just your underwear. And you couldn’t help but grin at the way his eyes roamed up and down your body before he became serious again.

“Your choice, Calum,” You said, leaving the door open as you walked back to your closet, feeling his eyes on your back.

“Is it really a choice if you leave the door open for everyone to see?” The jealous tone he used made your senses tingle, especially when you heard the click on the lock when he closed the door.

“You could leave” You shrugged, still not looking at him “‘s nothing you’ve never seen before”

“That doesn’t mean I want other people to see it”

You bent down trying to grab something from one of the drawers, showcasing a perfect picture of your ass for him to see. And you knew it had the effect you expected when you felt him shift a little bit on his spot, breathing hard as he said through gritted teeth “Y/N-”

“If you don’t want other people to see it then why am I going on yet another blind date with a douche?” You asked, taking out a simple dress from the hanger and looking at yourself in the mirror, perfectly angled so you could also see Calum’s reflection on it.

“You know is per your father’s request”

“And you always do what my father says?”

“It’s my job”

“And is it your job to fuck your boss’ daughter on a daily?” Your eyes were directed to him through the mirror “Or was that just a little rebellion?”

Calum clenched his jaw, looking directly at you and you could tell he was starting to get mad “Watch it”

“Or what?” You turned to him with a fake pout “You’ll tell my dad? Cause you and I both know you don’t have the guts or you would’ve said it by now and I don’t have to go on these stupid arrangements!”

“Do you think is that easy for me to see you and have to actually monitor your fucking dates?” He took a step closer to you. His broad frame almost shielding you completely. “Do you think I like seeing those idiots try and get with you?”

“Then why don’t you do something about it?”

You were challenging him, you knew that. But it’s been months since you and Calum have been seeing each other and you knew your father would have nothing against it, but Calum insisted on keeping it a secret for some reason.

Calum looked at you, eyes moving briefly from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes where he could see the vulnerability behind your tough act.

There were so many things he would like to say and do to prove to you just how much you mean to him and how much that scares him. He is supposed to protect you, he never meant to fall for you as hard as he did but that proved to be as inevitable as the darkness of the night. Still, the thought of you being his only reminded him of all the possibilities in which he could lose you, and he was absolutely terrified of that.

So he let the silence speak for him.

“You know what? Fuck you, Calum” You said, looking straight into his eyes “If this was just a simple and easy fuck to you then congratulations, you got what you wanted. But I’m tired of wanting something more and you always changing the topic. And don’t think I’m going to sit and wait all day for you to make up your mind. My feelings are real and I need someone to value them, not just play with them because they’re bored on the job”

You turned away from him, not wanting him to see the tears that gathered in your eyes. Calum’s chest filled with guilt as the words he desperately wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

“Y/N-”

“Tell my father I’ll be down there in a minute”

“Y/N,” He tried again, but you wouldn’t budge.

“Now! Mr. Hood. Your presence is no longer needed” The words tasted sour in your mouth, but you felt even worse when you heard the door close again.

*

Surprisingly, the arranged date was going pretty well.

Justin was a nice, attractive, smart, and funny young man who was the only heir to the company his father had created, much like you. You had nice conversations and even shared a dessert by the end of the meal. But your mind could not stop wandering over to the man who was standing outside, next to the car as he waited for you to take you back home.

You wish you could get Calum out of your mind, but it was not that simple. It almost seemed like he carved every single thought with the memory of his touch, burning and breaking your heart as you thought he didn’t really care about you the same way you cared about him.

“Y/N?” Justin called, making you go back to earth for a moment “Ready to go?”

You nodded with an absent-minded smile as you took his hand.

He led you out of the restaurant, the streetlights already illuminating the pavement as the sky went dark. You noticed Calum leaning against the car, his eyes set on you as his lips twitched into a frown for just a moment when he noticed your hand tangled with Justin’s.

“Want to walk a little bit?” Justin asked, nudging his head to the opposite direction of your car.

“It’s pretty late,” You said “And I have to let Calum know-”

“Your bodyguard?” He scoffed “What? Do you think I’m going to hurt you or something?”

“What? No, it’s just-”

“C’mon, Y/N! I’m a good guy, I’ll even take you home afterward” He insisted and you were not so comfortable with him anymore. But going with him meant to be away from Calum for just a few more minutes so, how bad could it be?

You turned to Calum and were about to go and let him know that you were leaving when Justin beat you to it.

“She’s with me, bro!” He shouted, smiling as he held his thumb up “I’ll take her home later, you can leave!”

Calum turned to you with a confused gaze, asking you silently if you were sure. And, even though you weren’t, you nodded and let Justin put an arm around your shoulder as he started to walk away with you.

You were mostly silent during the walk, letting Justin do all the talking as he started to ramble about business and stocks as he held you closer by the shoulders. Every once in a while you would look around, hoping to see Calum anywhere near you since you always felt safer when he was around, but he wasn’t there. After all, you did tell him to leave.

“Okay, we’re here” Justin’s voice caught you off guard as he suddenly stopped in front of a building.

“Uh, where exactly are we?”

“My place?” He asked with a chuckle “C’mon, let’s go inside”

He tried to pull you in with him but you stood your ground, making him stumble.

“I don’t think so,” You told him with a serious expression.

“What? C’mon, you’re going to tell me you’re not that type of girl?” He insisted, trying to get closer but you pushed him away.

“I have nothing to say to you”

You took your phone out to call Calum and ask him to get you. But then you felt an arm wrapping around your waist and forcing you to keep walking inside the building.

“Let me go!” You shouted, trying to fight him off of you “I said no!”

“And I think you just need a drink to loosen up!” He said with a wicked smile “After all, who dresses like that and expects not to-”

But his words were suddenly cut off as another hand grabbed him by the wrist and twisted his arm around his back, making Justin fall to the ground on his knees as he cried.

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you” Calum gravely threatened, twisting his arm even more until tears were seen in the creep’s eyes. Then, he turned to you “Are you okay?”

You only nodded, tears already forming in your eyes as the shock finally started to wear off and made you realize what could’ve happened.

Calum turned his attention back to Justin “If you ever come near her again I’ll make your life a living hell and will make sure every single fucking important person in the city know just how pathetic you are”

He let go of him after one more pull on his arm, letting him fall completely to the ground.

You ran over to Calum, falling into his arms as he held you tightly against him.

“Are you okay?” He asked again as you started to cry into his shirt.

“I’m sorry” You cried “I should’ve never gone with him, I-”

“Shh,” He cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your head “It’s okay, you’re okay”

“You came back…”

“I never left”

You were about to say something else when you heard Justin getting up from the ground as he started to shout mockingly.

“Of fucking course you will fuck the bodyguard! Stupid bitch! Selective whore! Slu-”

You only saw his body crash against the floor after the hit and Calum holding his fist, ready to fight again if he decided to get up.

“Calum! What the-?”

“C’mon, he was practically begging to be punched in the mouth,” He said “Plus, there are cameras all over the building, if he ever tries something then there’s proof against him” Calum turned back to you, already getting off the adrenaline “Let’s take you home”

*

The ride back home was silent as neither of you had anything to say while you were getting off the adrenaline and the scare. The lights of your house were turned off, meaning that your father was out for the night and he won’t come back until much later.

Calum helped you off the car and followed you into the kitchen, wanting to make sure that you were truly okay.

“Thank you,” You said suddenly, turning around to face him “For saving me back there”

Calum gave you a small nod, trying to think of something to say to fill up the awkward silence that now surrounded the two of you.

Your eyes grazed the floor, a bit disappointed on how things were going to be left off between you two, but there was nothing you could do to fix it if Calum was not going to give the same effort. So, you turned around to walk up to your room. But you stopped as soon as you felt his hand grip your wrist.

“I-I” He stuttered, letting out a big breath as his eyes danced between your hand and your eyes “I’m not very good with words,” He finally admitted “And it’s hard for me to say what I feel and what I fear. I’m not good with feelings but I know that what I feel is real and that you’re right, you deserve someone that could value yours, and I’m trying to be that guy for you. Y/N, you were never just a simple or easy fuck, to even think that you thought I saw you that way makes me sick and I can’t even begin to say how sorry I am if I ever made you feel like you’re not the most important thing in my life because you are. And - and I won’t ask you to stay if you don’t want to; just to have a little more patience with me because I know what I feel for you, I just don’t know how to say it”

“Then show me”

In an instant Calum pulled you towards him, crashing your bodies together with one hand holding your face while he placed the other on your waist as he pressed his lips with yours, kissing you like never before.

Your hands were placed over his chest, curling your fingers against the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer, moaning against his lips as his tongue danced over your bottom lip sucking on it lightly before you gave him access to deepen the kiss.

You felt yourself walking backward until you hit the wall with Calum pressing himself against you. His hand traveled down, hooking one of your legs from behind the knee and picking you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist, slightly grinding over his clothed crotch.

“Fuck,” He groaned against your lips as he started to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your jaw and neck, your hips never stopping the soft movements against him.

“Please,” You breathly moaned as he started to leave marks all over your neck “Cal…”

He started to thrust back, his hardening cock rubbing over your wet panties, hitting your clit with every move.

You bit your bottom lip trying your hardest to stay quiet as you saw stars. The pleasure was already threatening to send you over the edge with every rocking motion as Calum kept leaving marks and soft kisses all over your neck and collarbone.

“Y/N,” He hissed as you tugged on his hair after a particularly hard thrust that had you gasping for air.

“C-Cal, faster, please” You mumbled, eyes closed as you lost yourself to the bliss.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He asked teasingly, slowing down his pace but hitting your core harder with every thrust “I haven’t even touched that pussy yet and you’re already making a mess…”

“P-please, sir” You whined “It feels so good. Please, don’t stop”

“Yeah? Can you feel how hard you make me, baby?” He said, moving his hips faster against yours, feeling your pulse around his clothed cock “You’re fucking drenching my pants with your wet pussy. My girl is so fucking needy she doesn’t even need my cock or fingers inside her to make her start dripping”

You could only moan at his words, tugging on his hair even tighter as his thrusts made you hit the wall every time.

“Calum! I’m gonna cum” You breathed against his neck, biting down on it to prevent you from screaming his name as you came all over him.

“Fuck,” Calum groaned at the feeling of you shuddering against him as you hit your high, soaking his pants in the process “Fuck, Y/N. Baby, that was so fucking hot”

You quickly untangled your legs from him and let yourself fall to your knees, not even giving him a minute to figure out what was happening before you were mouthing the length of his cock over his pants, licking the wet patches of your juices and his precum and sucking on the tip over the fabric.

Calum immediately tangled his hand in your hair while he braced himself with the other against the wall, cursing under his breath at the gorgeous sight of you on your knees in front of him, looking up with doe eyes as you pulled his pants down just enough to let his cock out.

You wasted no time in starting to pump his cock at a fast pace, eliciting a few praises and moans from his mouth especially when you stuck your tongue out to lap at the beads of precum that were leaking from his tip.

“Shhiit, baby” Calum hissed, angling your face so he could see the way your lips wrapped around his tip, sucking it lightly while your tongue pressed against his slit “Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous”

You moaned against the praise, starting to bob your head until his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag a few times until you could relax your throat completely.

Calum couldn’t help but to thrust his hips a little bit when you started to suck, hollowing your cheeks as you took as much of him as your little mouth could and pumping the rest while your other hand massaged his balls.

You took him out of your mouth when you felt his cock starting to twitch, a line of your saliva connecting his tip with your lips and Calum could swear he just died and ended up in heaven as you looked at him through your lashes, tears falling down your cheeks as you opened your mouth as wide as you could, giving him a few last pumps until he started to spill ropes of his release into your mouth, hearing him moan your name over and over again.

Once you cleaned his cock and pulled his pants back up, you stood up as well before Calum could press you back against the wall and crush his lips with yours.

“Baby girl, you didn’t think I was done with you yet, right?”

*

The next morning you woke up in somebody’s arms. You were a little bit confused until you looked behind you and noticed Calum sleeping soundly by your side; his arm wrapped around your waist as he cuddled you closer, softly humming at the comfort you provided him.

You wiggled your body just enough so you could turn around and face him, smiling at his sleeping face and placing a small kiss on his nose.

“You know it’s creepy to watch someone sleep?” He asked with his eyes still closed.

“It’s even creepier to pretend to sleep when you’re not”

“I wasn’t pretending” He argued, opening his eyes slowly to look at you and you swore you fell more in love at that moment “This could still be a dream”

“And what kind of dream would it be?”

“The best kind there is” He smiled, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and kissing you slowly and gently “My best dreams always have you in them”

“And what are we going to do when we wake up?” You asked shyly.

“I’m going to go to your father and quit my job” He smiled “Because I’ve fallen deeply in love with his daughter and I don’t plan to ever let her go”

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Don't Wanna Wait On It // Calum Hood

If you were on my blog at all yesterday, you probably saw that it was @cal-puddies' birthday. 🥳 She's written so many amazing Cal fics over the years and we've co-written some great ones but I decided it'd be a nice birthday treat if I surprised her with a good and filthy smut starring her man, that she didn't have to be creatively involved with at all. I rarely write for Cal and I've never written an entire piece without asking for Cass's help even once so this was a little scary for me but I'm happy with how it turned out. And more importantly, she loved it! And she thought Tumblr would love it too and so she's graciously suggested I share it. So, happy Cass's birthday, everyone. 🥰😌

Warnings: Full on PWP - oral and manual stimulation of a female, cockwarming, hints of slight exhibitionism, playfully rough sex including some spanking. One brief scene of weed smoking. A clueless Ashton makes an appearance.

Word Count: 6050

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It’s the end of a lazy afternoon in the midst of a lazy day. You sigh contentedly as you push off the side of the pool to float on your back, enjoying the contrast of the hot sun on your face and the cool water running through your hair as you paddle around aimlessly.

Duke’s excited barks from inside the house grab your attention and you turn to look just as Calum steps out and shuts the glass door behind him.

You call out excitedly, “Baby! You’re home! Hi! I was just getting out, come sit with me!”

Your boyfriend chuckles at your enthusiasm and makes his way over to the furniture across the patio. You feel him watching with interest as you lift yourself out of the pool, so you decide to give him a little show: stretching your arms above your head, shaking your hair out, making sure he’s undoubtedly aware of how well your bikini fits you. You finally wrap your towel around yourself and shuffle over to the couch where he’s sitting, moving quickly so that the hot pavement doesn’t scorch the bottoms of your feet.

As soon as you’re within reach, Cal is pulling you onto his lap and letting his hands explore your body while he smothers your neck and face with kisses; you laugh and playfully try to wriggle away from him until he finally reaches your lips and you both quietly murmur in acknowledgement of how much you missed each other.

“How was the studio, Bubba?” You ask, scratching at his scruff.

He shrugs. “Good day… long.”

A voice behind you interjects, “Oh, your Bubba absolutely killed it in the studio today but of course he’s not gonna say that.”

Calum quietly claims, “I was about to tell you…” as your head whips around towards the voice; you can’t say you’re surprised to see Ashton laughing at his own comment as he carries a tray with a pitcher of iced tea and three glasses.

“Oh, hey, Ash. Didn’t realize you were here,” you say, nudging Cal pointedly as you shift out of his lap onto the seat next to him.

Cal mouths a quick “sorry” in your direction but Ash remains oblivious, setting the tray on the table and pouring glasses for each of you. “Got a little writing to finish up after dinner but thought a change of scenery, some time out by the pool could be good for inspiration,” he explains.

“Oh, staying for dinner too?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at your boyfriend.

Ash grins as he hands you both your drinks. “Well… I offered to man the grill… think that’s what scored me the invite to be honest.”

You chuckle and clink his glass. “Sounds like our guy.”

Calum laughs and protests, “Can you not talk about me like I'm not sitting right here?”

Ashton cackles while you blow a kiss to Cal and he responds to you both with his middle finger.

Ash’s laughter turns to confusion as he pats over his pockets before asking Cal, “Mate, did you ever give me back my lighter?” He wiggles a joint between his fingers as explanation for his question.

Calum furrows his brow before realization spreads across his face. “Ohhh, it’s probably still in the pants I changed out of when we got here. Sorry, man,” he apologizes and taps you to move your legs out of his lap so he can get up.

Ashton holds up his hands to stop him. “Nah, you’re comfy, I can snag it,” he offers, heading for the house.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, Calum pulls you back over to lay across his lap and wraps his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, I meant to give you a heads up before we got home but we got caught up talking and then when I came out here and saw you in this swimsuit…”

“All common sense and blood flow left your brain?”

He snorts, squeezing your ass. “Yeah, basically.”

You smirk, “Well… that was kind of my intention when I put this on, when I thought it’d just be you finding me out here.”

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly. “We could’ve finished up our work tomorrow but Matt’s up in the woods for the week and you know Ash hates an empty house so when he mentioned dinner…”

You peck Cal’s lips. “You know I don’t mind having him here, Bubba, it’s fine. Especially if he’s cooking for us,” you laugh. “Just means I’ve gotta wait to have my way with you now.” You wink and squeeze his thigh, appreciating that it feels as strong as it looks in the shorts he’s wearing.

“Well,” Cal starts with a mischievous glint in his eye, pulling you closer. “I don’t remember saying anything about waiting, do you?”

Before you can ask him what he means by that, he kisses you slow and hungry, tongue teasing yours just enough to remind you of its skill, hands running over your skin just enough to make you even more disappointed you don’t have the house to yourselves.

“You two are far too lovey for this weather,” Ashton interrupts you once again, flopping himself into the lounge chair opposite you and taking a gulp of his iced tea. “Just looking at you is making me sweat.”

“And here I always thought you’d be the type who likes to watch,” Cal cracks, bursting into a fit of laughter at the begrudgingly amused expression on his friend’s face.

“I don’t know, Ash, you’d probably be more comfortable if you weren’t out here fully dressed. Cal can lend you something more comfortable,” you point out, gesturing at his button down shirt and jeans versus the tank and shorts Cal changed into.

Calum can barely contain his laughter as he piles on, “That’s true… although I guess if anything we should be glad he’s moved on from wearing the black jeans regardless of temperature.”

“Well and don’t forget he’s got the sandals, I’m sure those are making all the difference,” you chime in with a wide smile.

Ashton shakes his head, clearly biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at your jokes. You and Cal chuckle knowingly until Ash balls up two napkins and shoots them in your direction, causing you both to giggle even more. “How do I always end up the butt of the joke with you two?” He complains good-naturedly, reaching into his shirt pocket and retrieving the joint and lighter. “Think you both could use a time out.”

“If it’s just us that need the time out then why’re you about to smoke with us, pal?” Cal replies, eyes already laughing at whatever Ash’s answer might be.

“You guys need it, I deserve it for having to put up with your guys’ shit,” he quips with the joint between his teeth. He sparks it and takes a long hit before leaning to pass it to you. “And for the record, everyone, since you’re so concerned about my personal temperature, I did unbutton my shirt when we came out here. So I did in fact, make steps to adjust to the climate.” He dramatically raises his arms, letting his shirt fall open for emphasis.

You exchange an amused look with Cal as you pass him the joint. “It’s like you always say, babe, the nips really are the key to everything,” you wink at him.

His face instantly warms and he pokes at you, laughing. “Hey, how did we end up back on me?!”

The three of you continue smoking together and razzing each other until the high takes over and the giggly conversation defaults into your usual stoned activities: the men lazily scrolling on their phones and you being absentmindedly affectionate with Cal while you quietly sing along to whoever’s playlist ended up connected to the Bluetooth speaker.

You hum to yourself, running your hands through Cal’s hair; you love that he’s left it long, you’d been complaining that you missed his curls for what feels like forever. Your impaired state causes you to become fascinated specifically with his blonde streaks and you meticulously comb through his hair, finding each light piece to twirl around your fingers before moving on to the next.

Calum leans into your touch, occasionally closing his eyes and murmuring appreciatively when you scratch at his scalp. His fingers sleepily rub over your thighs, calloused tips deliciously rough against your soft skin. You feel his eyes travel up and down your body every so often, appreciating how your bikini accentuates your curves even underneath the sheer coverup you have on.

Every time he checks you out, his hand sneaks up your leg just a little bit higher, something you don’t notice until his fingers are caressing your inner thigh, and momentarily brush against your clothed pussy. You’re confident it was an accident so you don’t say anything but when it happens again a few moments later, you look at him curiously and catch him staring at you intently.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, glancing over at Ashton, who’s still entranced by his phone.

Your boyfriend shrugs and gives you That Look that you know means he’s in a mood. “Just missed you today, gorgeous.”

You shiver at the rasp in his voice; you’re not sure if it’s from desire or having smoked but it goes straight to your core. “Well I missed you too, baby, but --” You stop short, whatever concern you were about to express completely fading from your mind at the feeling of Cal’s fingers sliding under the leg of your bikini bottoms. He licks his lips when he finds you wet and it makes your stomach flip.

“What were you saying about missing me, darlin’?” He teases, naughty smile spreading across his face as his fingers trace through your folds.

You’re sure the position you’re laying in obscures his movements but just in case, you casually throw your discarded towel over your lower half. “Well. If someone hadn’t slept in this morning, there would’ve been time to fool around before it was time to leave for the studio,” you tease back.

Calum smirks as he purposefully grazes your clit and you just about fly out of his lap. “And if someone hadn’t insisted on another round last night, there wouldn’t have been a need to hit snooze in the first place,” he argues, watching as your eyes flutter, you trying to remain reactionless to the circles he’s drawing on your clit.

“Well. We can call it a draw,” you concede, breathing deep to steady yourself.

He chuckles and you can tell he’s about to make another teasing comment when Ash’s loud voice startles you both from your game. Calum stills his hand but leaves it inside your bottoms, essentially cupping your pussy under the cover of the towel.

“Groceries just got here!” He announces, pointing to the notification on his phone. “You guys hungry yet?”

Cal pointedly stares at you and answers, “I could definitely eat.” His eyes shine as you suck in a breath, feeling his fingers lightly start moving again. “Think this one is more thirsty than anything else.” You shake your head at him, amused but annoyed at his audacity.

“Oh, well you can go ahead and finish off that tea, I think we’re done with it,” Ashton tells you as cheerily heads for the house, too high and focused on his cooking plans to think about your and Cal’s curious interactions.

Cal quietly snorts as you pinch his thigh while sweetly calling after his friend, “Sounds great, Ash, thanks!”

Your boyfriend doesn’t even wait for Ash to shut the door before he’s pulling you up to straddle him. “Finally some alone time,” he mumbles, tugging your coverup over your head and planting his face inside your bikini, between your breasts.

You giggle at his eagerness and the tickle of his stubble. “Not enough time to do whatever it is you’re thinking, Cal, he’s just sorting the groceries and getting what he needs for the grill,” you point out, combing your fingers through his hair as he sucks your nipple through your top.

“Not enough time,” he mutters skeptically. “Wanna bet?”

Curious what he has in mind, you murmur your agreement and suddenly in one swift and graceful motion, Calum shifts to lay across the seat and pulls you over his face.

“Baby!” You half whisper, half shriek, grabbing the arm of the couch for stability.

You feel him smile against your thigh, gently biting at your skin as he tugs your bikini bottoms to the side. “Told you I could eat,” he quips before giving a long lick up your center.

You gasp as he immediately gets to work, fingers digging into your thighs as he holds you against him while he drags his tongue up and down your folds, groaning at the taste of your wetness. He teases around your clit, refusing to add any pressure, just lightly batting it back and forth with the tip of his tongue before moving away from it again. It should frustrate you but it just makes you want him even more.

“Caaaaal,” you whine, trying to grind against his face and exhaling disappointedly when you meet resistance from the grip he has on you. “This is your plan? Being a tease right now? Ash is gonna be back any second, you’re gonna get me all worked up for nothing.”

You jump at the feeling of his tongue quickly gliding up to your clit, flicking over it rapidly before he wraps his lips around it and starts sucking; your hands fly down to his curls, trying to encourage him to stay there but he loudly pulls off after a few seconds. “That better, darlin’?” He taunts, breathless and amused. His hands travel to your ass and squeeze tight as he chuckles, “If you’re still thinking about Ash while I’m doing this, I’m obviously not working hard enough.”

You playfully glare at him. “You know what I mean, I just want to make sure we both get what we need. Why don’t we sneak into the bathroom and get off there? I’ll say I need to shower before dinner and something’s wrong with the water, you have to come help me,” you suggest, eyes scanning the house suspiciously before you reach behind you and palm the tent in his shorts. “What do you say, big boy?”

Cal bucks into your touch, allowing you to stroke him through the material for a moment before he shrugs and replies, “This is more fun.” He lifts up to flutter his tongue on your clit before stopping to add, “And you know Ash is in there getting distracted by about a billion things and you know we’ll hear his loud ass coming out here before he’s close enough to see anything. What do you say, baby girl?”

He waits for your response, softly massaging your ass. You glance back at the house one last time before looking down at him with a twinkle in your eye as you roll your hips over him; his tongue instinctively darts out to taste you but you lift up right before you make contact. The growl you receive in return is instantly worth denying yourself that moment of pleasure.

“Now who’s teasing?” He mutters through a devilish grin, firmly swatting you.

You roll your hips again, this time letting yourself settle over his mouth, hissing when he easily starts circling your clit. “The only score you should be keeping right now is how many times you can make me cum before we either stop or get caught,” you declare, head lolling back as he flattens his tongue and guides your hips, helping you work yourself against him.

The two of you fall silent as you ride his face, you doing your best to hold in your noises, a task easier said than done with the way he’s quietly groaning into your pussy. The only thing Cal loves more than eating you out is how much you love when he eats you out. He knows you can’t be as vocal as he’d like right now but that’s not stopping him from employing all his best moves to pull what sounds from you he can; every clipped moan, every swallowed sigh, every whisper of his name is what he’s living for right now.

He licks at you with determination, his scruff tickling and scratching your skin deliciously, the sensation heightening your experience. His hands knead your ass, fingers repeatedly dancing awfully close to your tight hole and you can’t help wishing he’d tease you there, even just a little bit, even though you know there’s no time.

The thought of Calum playing with your ass takes things to another level for you and you feel that familiar burning sensation in your belly starting to spread. “Oh god, Cal,” you whine as quietly as you can, grabbing at your tits, tugging at your own nipples hurriedly. “Oh god, oh god, baby… I’m there. Please, Cal… fuck.”

He murmurs encouragingly, continuing to swirl his tongue on your clit while his lips form a seal around it, kissing and sucking at it with just the right amount of speed and suction to build your climax. Your legs begin to shake so he grabs at them to hold you on his mouth and the rough gesture adds just enough pressure to send you over the edge.

You squeak and sputter, trying as hard as you can not to scream as the pleasure overwhelms you. Cal’s mouth stays hard at work while you thrash and pant above him, refusing to budge until he feels you go slack in his hold.

“Good girl, baby… so, so good,” he praises you, voice deep with desire. His tattooed hands steady you while you swing your leg around to climb off him and he pulls you in to lay beside him on the couch. He pushes back your hair, still damp from the pool, and gazes at you adoringly. “Taste so good when you cum, my darlin’. Can never get enough,” he murmurs before kissing you slowly.

You hum against his lips, tasting yourself on them. “Mmm… pretty good but I’ve tasted better,” you grin, sliding your hand in his shorts and gripping his cock. As you expected, you find him already hard and leaking for you but you give him a few strokes anyway, admiring the way his brow furrows and his eyes squeeze shut as your hand moves on him. You smile to yourself as you study him: hair wild from your hands tugging at it, face still shiny with your arousal, lips swollen from pleasing you, now parting to form the shape of your name as you touch him. God, you couldn’t love him more.

You start to tell him as much when he suddenly yanks your wrist from his shorts and reaches for his phone, propping his head up on one hand and loudly laughing at an imaginary joke. After a few seconds of confusion, you catch onto his strange behavior and force a giggle of your own seconds before Ashton rounds the corner, carrying a tray of buns, hamburger patties and veggie burgers over to the barbecue.

“Not having too much fun without me, are ya?” He chuckles at his not particularly funny comment.

“Impossible,” you call over to him, smirking at Cal. Your eyes never leave your boyfriend’s as you lift your hand to your mouth and lick at the precum you collected on your fingers before you were rudely interrupted. “Like I said, much better,” you whisper to him, loving the way his eyes narrow as he watches you.

Ashton loudly announces to no one in particular that he needs to go back and grab the fries and onion rings before he gets started and he heads back towards the house. This time it’s you who can’t wait for him to leave, hands tugging at Cal’s shorts again as soon as Ash is past the couch.

“Cal… baby, I need you,” you desperately state the obvious. You plant a heated kiss on him as your mind files through different scenarios to aid your dilemma.

Before you can settle on one to suggest, he peels off his tank and reaches over to grab your towel again. “Flip over for me, would you, gorgeous?” He asks sweetly, draping the towel across your waists.

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize what he’s thinking. You know Cal has a bit of an exhibitionist streak in him but you’re also confident he’s probably not about to flat out fuck you in front of his friend. You face away from him and lean back to snuggle in. “Am I about to keep you warm, Bubba?”

He pecks your shoulder as his fingers trace the edge of your bottoms again. “Just until we figure out something better,” he says, a smile in his voice. “Just need to be in you, baby… just want to feel you around me.”

The neediness in his voice makes you absolutely weak. You feel your breath get measurably heavier as you say, “Fuck, I want that too, Cal… come on quick, slip it in before he gets back… I don’t think I'm gonna be able to keep quiet when I first feel you, baby… you just fill me up so perfectly.”

Calum whimpers at your words, pulling his cock out through his fly, grunting your name quietly as he pumps himself a few times. You shift your legs to accommodate him and hold your bikini to the side, waiting. He runs his tip through your folds, the both of you groaning at the contact. He’s barely gotten the head of his cock inside you before he has to reach around and cover your mouth to muffle the satisfied noises you’re making.

He kisses along the back of your neck as he continues to push in. “Shhh,” he soothes, voice strained as he struggles to contain his own reaction. “I know it feels good, darlin’. You always feel so good wrapped around me. So tight and warm.”

He bottoms out and drops his hand from your mouth to your breasts, gently massaging them. He gives a long, low groan in your ear and it takes everything in you to fight the overwhelming urge you’re having to move your hips, clench down, anything to hear that sound again.

“This was a terrible idea, Cal, all I can think about now is cumming on your cock,” you laugh, accidentally tightening around him and the two of you moan in unison.

His response gets swallowed by the booming sounds of Ashton loudly singing a made up song about the dinner menu from across the yard; you take a deep breath, trying to calm your pounding heart while Calum wraps his arm around you, making it seem as if you’re just having a lazy cuddle, nothing unusual about it.

Ash walks past the couch without paying even a momentary glance in your direction and you nearly burst out laughing, stopping just short so that the movement doesn’t give you and Cal away. You hear the grill firing up along with the faint sounds of him turning on some music and you finally relax against your boyfriend, content to be getting away with this escapade, at least for the moment.

His hand finds yours and interlaces your fingers together; you feel him peck your head as he nuzzles into you, taking a deep breath and mumbling something about how good you smell. You close your eyes and bask in everything you’re feeling in this moment. Strong arms holding you, long fingers tightly wrapped around yours, soft lips grazing your neck, hard chest pressed against your back, harder cock buried deep inside you. A cool breeze raises goosebumps on your skin while the warmth from the low afternoon sun kisses them away. It’s quite possible this is heaven.

Cal seems to be on the same wavelength as you, his quiet voice breaking the silence to breathe out, “Fuck… I love you, baby.”

You smile and squeeze his hand, loving that he can make you feel so much with so few words. “I love you too, Bubba.” You kiss his knuckles and sigh, “I love being close with you like this. Having you surround me, fill me… feel so perfect inside me, Cal.”

“I’d stay just like this forever if we could,” he says softly. He waits a beat, then corrects himself, “Well. Ideally, we’d both get to cum at some point and Ash wouldn’t be on the other side of the yard but you know what I mean.”

The giggle that escapes you is quickly followed by a muted whine as you feel Cal react by squeezing your hand ridiculously tight to keep himself from bucking into you. You turn your head slightly to apologize but instead find yourself being swept up in the desperate kiss he’s planting on you.

He pulls back and looks you over, a mixture of fondness and lust in his eyes; he pauses and you can practically see the wheels turning in his mind. You wonder out loud what he’s thinking and he smiles at you mischievously, offering you another kiss instead of an explanation. You get lost in it until you feel his hand travel down your belly, under the towel and into your bikini.

“That wasn’t part of the plan,” you smirk, chewing the inside of your lip as his fingers rub circles around your already sensitive clit.

“Now all I can think about is you cumming on my cock,” he grins. “Think you can keep quiet?”

“Can you?” You tease, squeezing around him.

Calum pinches your ass in retaliation and you accidentally let out a squeal at the sensation. You both freeze, waiting to see if Ash heard and is going to turn around to investigate. Cal can’t hold in a wheeze laugh as the two of you watch your friend remain totally oblivious, whistling along to his music, happily arranging the food he’s grilling.

“You’re gonna pay for that, missy,” he warns playfully.

“Promise?”

“You brat,” he says, love dripping from his voice. He suddenly adds pressure to your clit and you lurch forward, reeling from the satisfying shock. “You gonna be good so I can be nice and make you cum again?”

You nod breathlessly, grimacing from the intensity of the pleasure and the way you already feel it building. One hand plays with your tits, the other keeps a steady rhythm between your legs. Calum has always been a very perceptive lover, able to read your needs from the way your body responds to him; this skill serves him well in cases like this where you’re trying to keep the volume to a minimum and you’re shocked at how close he's able to bring you in such a short amount of time.

“Cal,” you whisper sharply, rocking on him ever so slightly. Recognizing your tone, he grunts softly and pushes his hips against you, making sure he’s filling you as deeply as he possibly can. That extra pressure, along with the rough tug he gives your nipple sets you off and your pussy starts pulsing around him.

You’re determined not to make any noise but as your orgasm wrecks through you, it becomes clear you wouldn't be able to speak even if you tried. Calum keeps working your clit while his other hand holds a steady grip across your chest, keeping your writhing at bay. You hear a series of quiet growls escape his throat as he grits his teeth, stubbornly holding out on his own pleasure despite the way you’re tightening on his cock.

You finally slump back against him, stilling his hand on you. You try to tell him how good it felt, how you can’t believe how good he is to you, how much you love him but all that comes out are awed gasps and exhausted pants for air.

Of course, he seems to understand, lips pecking at your neck and shoulders, hand clasping yours again, his thumb sweetly caressing yours as you come down. Once you appear to have settled, you feel him loosen his grip around you and slowly start pulling out, his breath catching as he leaves your warmth.

He cleans his cock with the towel, groaning as he carefully puts it away; you’re amazed at how swollen and angry it looks, precum forming at the tip even though he just wiped it clean a moment ago. He’s been so generous with you today, he’s so generous with you always… you need to make him cum. You need to make him cum now.

You lean over to peck his lips and then you’re on your feet, slipping your coverup over your head again. “Meet me in the kitchen,” you instruct, smoothing your clothes and hair. Cal looks at you quizzically and you wink at him. “Trust me. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You casually walk over to the barbecue, taking a long, exaggerated sniff. “Mmm, smells so good, Ash!” You enthuse, hoping your appearance doesn’t give away the fact you’ve had two orgasms since he left you and Cal alone.

“Hope you’re hungry,” he boasts, making a big show of flipping the burgers in front of you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Calum quietly slipping inside the house. “Always,” you say happily. “Hey, you about ready for the condiments and veggies?”

Ash looks delighted at your offer. “Yeah! I’ve got the onions out here to grill but everything else is still on the counter. Veggies need washed… tomatoes need sliced. You know, all that.”

You nod helpfully. “Cool, we can do that!”

He turns towards the couch to wave a thanks at Cal and you quickly explain, “We figured it was time so he went in the house to get started. I’m gonna go help him out.”

He nods, satisfied with your answer. “Awesome! Tell him thanks for me,” he chirps, turning back to the grill.

“Will do!” You grin, heading for the house, pleased that your plan worked so easily.

You’ve barely shut the door behind you when you feel Calum press you into it, cock still hard and ready for you.

“Now what if something had gone wrong and Ash had followed me in here, hmm?” You tease, grinding your ass against him.

“Then he’d be in for a hell of a show because I can’t wait any longer to fuck you,” he states simply. He turns you around, kissing you hard against the door before tapping your leg, which you know means he wants you to hop up and wrap your legs around him; you do as he requests and he continues kissing you as he carries you over to the dining room table. He leans you against it as he peels off your coverup so he can kiss your neck, immediately working on sucking marks down your cleavage.

“Baby, I said the kitchen so that if we heard him coming, we could at least have a chance of looking like we’re doing something else,” you laugh.

He shrugs and gestures towards the kitchen window that’s in sight. “We’ll keep an eye out, we’ll see him coming,” he insists, nibbling your skin.

“So then when do I get to see you coming?” You flirt, reaching down to squeeze him through his shorts.

He grabs your hand off of him and holds it behind your back as he spins you around to bend you over the table. “Probably gonna be sooner than I’d like,” he laughs, giving your ass a firm swat.

You give an excited murmur as you feel him finally tug your bikini bottoms down your legs; you step out of them and bite your lip in anticipation at the sound of his shorts rustling and then suddenly you feel him tapping his cock up and down your ass, dripping precum on it because he can.

You’re about to comment but then he’s kicking at your feet for you to spread further and then his cock is inside you once again. You moan louder than intended but you’re still sensitive from your recent orgasms and the feeling of Cal effortlessly filling you is unbelievable.

“OK, darlin’?” He checks in, voice straining as he holds himself still, waiting for your answer.

“Won’t be until you fuck me, Cal.”

Those words unleash the side of your boyfriend that he's been fighting since he got home, the side you were hoping would come out to play when you put on that swimsuit earlier. He presses his palm down on the small of your back and digs the fingers of his other hand into your hip as he begins roughly fucking into you, your body repeatedly sliding up and down the table from the force.

You grip onto the edge of the table, hoping to gain some purchase, but then you feel him give your ass an open-handed smack, sending you forward again. You moan his name as he rubs the sting on your skin away before delivering another slap to the same tender spot. By the time he gives the same treatment to your other cheek, you’re a heaving, whining mess.

“That’s for earlier,” he growls, smirking at the pleasured noise you give in reply.

He drives his cock into you, each curve and ridge hitting exactly where you need it; between the spanks, his powerful thrusts and the desperate groans pouring from him, you’re not surprised when you feel the beginnings of a third orgasm stirring inside you.

“Another, baby?” He asks, recognizing your breathing and the way your legs are starting to lock up. You nod hastily, impatiently slipping your hand down your body to help yourself out. He hits his hips into you harder, giving you some extra friction as you touch yourself. “Yeah, darlin’, that’s it… fuckin’ give it to me.”

Cal knows you well enough to know delivering another strike to your ass will trigger your orgasm and he keeps up the harsh pace of his thrusts as you cum around him, walls closing in on his cock as he moves. You breathlessly huff his name, exhausted but elated from how good he’s making you feel.

“Oh yeah… that’s my good girl… cumming for me so many times today. Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he praises you, his last few words sounding slightly choked as his hips start to stutter.

One last burst of lust surges through your veins and you rush out, “Anywhere you want, baby!”

He curses under his breath as he pulls out and quickly tugs you down onto your knees. You reach out and scratch your nails up and down his thighs, murmuring encouragement as he pumps his cock over you. He reverently breathes your name one last time and then he’s painting your chest with ropes of hot cum, aiming for your cleavage but also streaking your swimsuit with his release.

Calum’s hand slows, squeezing the last few drops out and he groans loudly when you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head of his cock to slurp up what he’s drawn out. You pop off of him and the two of you stare at each other for a beat before laughing in disbelief.

“Sorry about the bikini,” he chuckles shyly, helping you back to your feet.

“Gonna think about this every time I wear it now,” you admit with a naughty smile, thanking him silently as he wipes your chest with a nearby dishtowel.

He grins back at you. “Well… you’re welcome then.” He hooks your chin to bring you into a kiss and your tongues lazily tangle together as you take a moment to settle down.

You pull away and giggle, “It’s actually a good thing Ash is here, I feel like I’ve worked up a pretty nice appetite now. Let's clean up and have some dinner!”

Cal looks you up and down, That Look in his eye again. “Dinner sounds great, darlin’, but if I'm honest, I'm already thinking about what I might want for dessert,” he says suggestively, pulling you back to his lips.

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No One has to Know What We Do //Calum Hood

Hello hello! Here's part two! I don't really have any words on this but if you missed part one, or want to keep up: Even if It's Just Pretend.

Warnings: angst and general smut, rough sex, Dom-ish calum, oral sex

Word Count: 9282

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The alarm goes off and Cal squeezes you tighter to him. It was a good reassurance for you, knowing he was still there and this wasn’t an elaborate dream you had. You wouldn’t put it past yourself at this point.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “We gotta get goin’ so we can make it to breakfast.” He presses kisses over your face until you open your eyes.

You finally make it out of bed and then you’re standing at the door, your pile of stuff in your hands, only his t-shirt on your body as he holds you. “I’m gonna shower real quick and get my stuff for today together and then I’ll come down to you and we can do sunscreen before we head over?”

“Sounds good to me,” you coo, standing on your toes to kiss him again.

You’re still in your towel, picking which swimsuit you wanted to wear when Cal knocks on your door and you let him in quickly.

“I thought you’d at least have this part done,” he chuckles.

“Well, you more than anyone know much these things can move around, so probably safest to lather just my entire bod,” you wink.

“I see what you’re gettin’ at,” he smirks, picking up your sunscreen and waiting for you to drop the towel.

Once you’re both lathered and you’re dressed, you pull on the shirt you wore from his room, tying it up at your waist. “This OK?”

“It’s fuckin’ great.” He grins. He’s first out the door and you wait a minute to make sure you’re not spotted together but you end up meeting at the elevator.

The two of you walk into the private room where everyone is being served breakfast and it’s all eyes on you and Cal, as you’re the last two to come down. Sierra waves you over to where she’s sitting with Luke, Ash and Lyric.

“I’ll grab you a plate,” Cal offers, splitting off toward the buffet.

You plop in a seat and Sierra immediately is on you. “Hey,” she greets.

“What’s up?”

“You’re off host duty today, Luke and I are gonna take it so you and Cal can have some fun.”

Matt leans over from the next table. “Oh, I think Cal had plenty of fun last night. I don’t know if he brought someone back from the bar or what but there was definite moaning in his room last night.”

You laugh, “You sure he wasn’t just watching porn or something? Not completely out of line for him.”

Ash elbows him, as if to remind him who he’s talking to, but it’s Lyric who eyes you and responds, “I’m sure that’s all it was Matt.”

Once everyone has boarded the boat to get to the island, you and Calum are given the first drinks and then pulled apart. Lyric pulls you to the side with Sierra. “Cal wore that shirt out last night, didn't he?”

“Huh? I grabbed this out of my bag…” You casually say, pulling it down to look at it.

“Why’re you lying? Of anyone here, you should be able to tell us this,” Sierra points out.

“Because! Regardless of what it is - what Cal and I did or didn’t do - this isn’t about us, this week is for Lyric and Ash.”

“Right… and I want to know what did or didn't happen that wound up with you wearing his shirt,” Lyric coaxes.

You shrug, “We hung out after everyone went to bed last night… you both know that top I was wearing wasn’t that comfortable so he lent me a shirt, he was just being a nice guy.” You look at both of their faces, neither of them buying it. “Guys… Cal and I didn’t break up because someone fucked up… we don’t hate each other. We can still hang out and catch up.”

That seems to placate them for the time being but you’re more than aware of them watching every time you and Calum are within 50 feet of each other. They watch closely as the two of you rub sunscreen on each other all day, or when you sit together at lunch, or lay out together for a while.

Everyone is understandably exhausted when you get back to the hotel. The company that had set up the whole boat/island adventure also provided lunch and took you all to a local restaurant for dinner. All in all, it was a long day.

You kick your flip flops off once back in your room and check your phone, two messages from Cal even though you’d just waved goodnight.

Need a quick shower but do you want to hang after?

Too tired?

You quickly respond, inviting him to your room this time, thinking that you have less of the friend group surrounding you - just Ash and Lyric across the hall and Luke and Sierra sharing a wall - which means less ears listening and easier for Cal to make an excuse of where he’s coming from.

He lets you know when he’s on his way and you prop the door open so he doesn’t have to knock.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all day,” he greets you.

“You kissed me this morning.” You smile softly, standing up on your toes to kiss him.

Cal flops on your bed and you take him in, beautiful in sweatpants and a t-shirt that he peels off right away. He watches you ogle him. “Again?”

“How dare you come down here in sweatpants and expect anything different,” you tease.

You duck into the bathroom to run the dryer through your hair and Cal nonchalantly calls from the other room, “Ash knows we were together last night.”

You pop your head back out. “What?! How?”

“He went around making sure everyone got back safe. You never answered your door the two times he knocked and he never knocked on mine because he heard you moaning…”

“Oh…” You turn a little red. “Matt heard me too but I told him you were probably watching porn.”

Cal guffaws loudly. “Why was he talking to you about it?”

“Breakfast conversation. Lyric and Sierra were sure something happened.”

Cal shrugs and flips on the TV. “Hey, is this dress what you’re wearing out tomorrow? Please tell me I get to see you in that.”

“You’ll see me at dinner before all the debauchery of the night,” you laugh, joining him on the bed.

“I can’t believe we aren’t together for anything but dinner tomorrow,” he complains, holding out his arm to invite you in to cuddle.

“I can’t believe that in three weeks, Ashton and Lyric will be married,” you murmur, taking him up on his offer and resting your head on his chest.

Cal takes a deep breath. “I’m not ready for our time together to end just like that.”

“I thought we agreed to talk after the wedding.”

“Yeah, we did. But it’s provided this natural way for us to kind of court each other again… things will be different then.”

“Yeah, that’s true… guess we’ll have to put the effort in,” you state.

“Put you in pen again.” He kisses the top of your head. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

“I don’t want you anywhere else.”

———————

Cal pauses at his hotel room door, watching you pass by after lunch, heading down the hall to your own room.

“What are you doing?” He asks, watching you pull out your room key.

“I was gonna take a nap, I’ve had enough sun and drinks for now. What about you?”

“Just about the same, I'm assuming it’s gonna be a long night.”

“Just about, huh?” You tease him and Cal can see the way your tongue twists in your mouth and he knows exactly what that used to mean.

“I’m flexible, ya know… could be convinced to do something else for the right offer,” he winks, feeling his cock twitch in his shorts. He’d give just about anything to have your tongue on him.

“I don’t have an exact offer but I'm sure we could come up with something… we used to be very good at that, you know.” You cock your eyebrow and push the door to your room open.

Cal thinks about your mouth again for less than a second before abandoning his task, quickly moving down the hall to catch your door.

“How was golf?” You ask, pulling your shirt off, revealing a bikini top he’d never seen. He’s distracted by how good your tits look, perfectly sun kissed and perky. You tease him, “Like what you see?”

He loves you with this confidence; he always has, loves when you know and own what you do to him. “Hmm…? Oh yeah... golf was fine. Michael almost flipped a cart.”

“What?!” You laugh. “What’re the guys doing now?”

“Not really sure I care,” he murmurs, stepping closer to you and pulling you in. “There’s only one thing I care about right now. And she’s standing in front of me twisting her tongue in her mouth, knowing what it does to my cock.” He pulls you in for a kiss, and it’s needy and mostly tongue.

“Hmm. And what do you think I should do about that?”

“I love it when you’re a brat,” he groans.

“Well… I have been thinking about your cock since I woke up with it hard and pressed to my ass and you did nothing about it.”

“We woke up late and if we wanted to eat, I had to sacrifice dick time.” Cal wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in for an apology kiss.

When you pull away, you bite your lip and run your fingers along the waist of his shorts. You cup his stiff cock. “Are we too busy now?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

“No, baby, I think we have plenty of time. Everyone is busy, relaxing… drinking… you and I are here…”

You undo his shorts and tug them down, getting on your knees and Cal quickly wraps his hand in your hair. You take a deep breath and look up at him, running your fingertips over his cock in his underwear. “I’ve always loved how hard you get for me… when the head gets so red and drips for me… how messy we could be…” You pull his boxer briefs down, letting them pool at his ankles while his cock, hard, red-tipped and leaky taps up against his stomach. “I’ve missed this,” you murmur, grabbing the base. You lavish your tongue along the underside, paying special attention to the vein that drives him wild.

Cal tightens his grip in your hair, groaning. You know just how to work him and he knows what to expect from you. Typically. You take a detour, mouthing his cock, covering it in spit. He lets out a very guttural groan when he figures out what you're working at. You suckle his tip for a bit, cleaning up the precum, and then brace yourself on his thighs, working your mouth down his length until it reaches your throat. He feels your slight gag and gently pulls your head back, but you fight it and take him back down.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he groans. He looks down and meets your tear filled eyes. You pull off long enough to catch your breath and he guides you back on. You gently move your head back and forth shallowly and he gets the point. He pulls your head all the way off his cock and you sputter while spit falls down your chin, a string still attached to his cock. He notes the tears falling down your cheeks and he takes a mental note of how ridiculously hot this is. He guides you back into place and promptly starts fucking your throat. He’s mindful to pull off so you can breathe; besides the occasional throat grab in a really rough session, breath play isn’t really a thing for him. And even then, it’s about the perceived control.

He’s moaning your name like a song. “Good girl… holy shit” is the chorus, and the bridge becomes “That’s it, that’s my girl.” He can’t control it, the orgasm takes over and he’s pulling out of your throat. The amount of cum is too much for your mouth and it starts leaking out, down your chin, dripping onto your tits and stomach. You suckle his tip to make sure you get it all and he pulls his cock from your lips while letting go of your hair. He cups your chin and gives you a little nod, sticking his thumb between your lips. You open your mouth and roll the cum around on your tongue, letting it leak over your lips. He coos, “So good for me, baby… swallow it.”

You do as he asks and then use your fingers to clean up what you can on your skin and Cal pulls his shirt off to wipe your face and anything you missed. He gets on his knees in front of you and leans in for a kiss. He grabs the belt loops on the sides of your shorts and pulls them up, making them taut over your most sensitive areas. He pulls you close, straddling his thigh. He guides your hips in a couple rolls before he determines that it’s the hard, thick seam in the crotch of your denim shorts that’s rubbing against your clit like he wants. His hands move to your ass and he squeezes; your back arches and you let out a little moan as your hips roll on his thigh.

“Show me how bad you want it,” he coaxes.

“Because asking you to fuck my throat didn’t do that?”

Cal grabs your jaw. “Don't be a brat.” He presses his lips to yours and then whispers in your ear, “If you remember correctly, brats don’t get to cum.”

You whimper because you know exactly what he’s talking about. “Sorry, Cal.”

“You’re soaking right through these shorts, huh?” He asks, grin gracing his face. “Bet you’d love it if I just took them off of you and gave you my fingers.”

“Oh god, please, Cal,” you moan.

He leans in, kissing along your jaw to your ear, sucking your earlobe because he knows it drives you wild. “Maybe later tonight… for now, if you wanna cum, it’s gotta be like this.” He takes a second to get your top off and then starts palming and mouthing your tits. He pulls back for a minute to watch you bouncing on his thigh and he swears he could get hard again in an instant if it’d get you bouncing on his cock again. He grabs the belt loops and pulls up again, making sure the fabric stays tight and in place. He runs his hands down your sides to your ass, watching as your head rolls back and you moan for him.

Calum loves seeing you come undone, he loves the peace it brings you and he also likes the way it makes you all about him in that moment. Nothing else in the world matters to either of you. He obviously doesn’t know if you were like that before or If it was just the way you were with him but he prefers to think it’s just him. He keeps his touch firm so you know he’s there while you work toward your orgasm.

He loves the soft little moans you’re currently making. Three months ago he’d give both his arms to hear you chant his name like this again, preparing for the orgasm that’s about to wreck your body. Your head rests on his shoulder as you let out a tell tale whine that he knows well.

“So good for me, baby… love you like this for me,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, holding you tighter. “So good sucking my cock… so good making yourself cum for me.” He holds the back of your neck, listening as you cum for him, feeling your body slump against his, feeling you pant against his chest. He embraces you, holding you close, something he’s missed so much. He peppers your skin with kisses, letting you catch your breath. “My best girl,” he murmurs, rocking you. He asks after a couple minutes, “Can I get you cleaned up?” You nod and he helps you stand, pulling your shorts and bikini bottoms down to hoist your thigh up over his shoulder so he can lick at your juices. He knows that's not what you were expecting.

He puts your leg down when he’s done and looks up to find you looking down at him. You gently hold his cheek and he leans into it. “I miss you so fucking much,” you admit quietly.

Cal’s on his feet in a second, wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug, smooshing you into his chest. “I miss you,” he hums. “Wanna lay together for a while?”

Without waiting for your answer, he falls onto the bed, pulling you with him. He gets you under the sheet and pulls you into a slow kiss that morphs into a sleepy make out until he spoons you and you fall asleep. He lays awake for a while, wondering if he’s doing right by you. Maybe the physical isn’t good while the emotional is still a mess.

But no, you’d talk to him if that were the case, at least he thinks so. He’s definitely getting a need fulfilled by doing this and not just sexually… but being close to you, having you want and need him in this way. Sleeping next to you the night before was more important to him than anything else. Maybe he didn’t make that clear to you.

He falls asleep for a little while, startled awake by a door slamming down the hall. He’s bewildered to say the least and he checks his phone for the time. He needs to get up and out of this room as soon as possible.

He gently shakes you and makes sure you know he’s leaving. He gets dressed and leans over, leaving you with a slow deep kiss. “Can’t wait to see you in that dress baby.”

———————

Sierra knocks on your door not even ten minutes after Calum leaves. You’re disoriented and still half asleep but manage to haphazardly pull on some clothes on your way to the door.

“Have you even showered? What have you been doing for three hours… or should I say who?” She smirks, pushing her way into your room and looking around. “Luke said he saw Cal come to your room and then he… he heard you guys before coming down to the pool.”

“I don’t know what he thinks he heard…”

“Stop, stop…” She laughs. “Lyric, Ash, Luke and I have allll been pretty sure this has been going on. I just wanna know why you’re keeping it from us?”

You don’t really have an answer for her, so she gives up. “Fine… 20 minutes then Lyric and I’ll be by to get ready. Get your shower. And be ready to talk then,” she warns, somehow both warm and stern. She stops at the door but doesn’t turn around to face you. “You smell like him… like he’s been all over you.”

You take a quick shower and manage to get halfway dressed before they show up, dresses and makeup in tow.

“Details,” Lyric says, falling on your bed.

You play dumb. “For what?”

“For it all.”

“All of what?”

She sighs your name. “I want… dirty details, I want cute details, I want it all,” she announces dramatically.

“Isn’t your sex life rich enough without needing to get into mine, baby girl?” You tease, causing all three of you to giggle.

Sierra pops the bottle of champagne she brought and looks up at the two of you, using an exaggerated bedroom voice, “You wanna do that for me, baby boy?” The giggles turn to cackles at her alluding to the well-known fact between the three of you that she likes to show dominance over Luke in the bedroom.

Once you’ve calmed down you look over at Lyric earnestly. “I just don’t want whatever Cal and I do to take away from you and Ash. So whether we decide to get back together or not, we probably won’t make it public knowledge until later.”

“You two are killing me. You belong together, we all know it… hell, apparently Luke and Ashton have both heard you together this week… which means… Matt probably did too?” Lyric points out.

You finally give in. “Yes, we’ve been together.”

“How many times?” Lyric grills.

“Uhh… that night when we got back from the bars... last night he just slept in here with me but this afternoon we also messed around a bit.”

“See… sexual shenanigans, why are y’all even pretending? Experiment over, get back together. It’s all I want… that’s what I want for my wedding gift.”

“I already bought you a gift. And I know Cal did too.” You laugh. “It was nice to be with him again though. I miss him.” You smile softly at your friends. It’s the first time you’ve said that out loud to anyone other than Cal.

———————

Watching Calum’s face when you and the girls finally make it to dinner is more than worth the trouble of getting ready. As everyone filters into their seats, the one between Cal and Ash gets left open and you know they had to have planned for it.

As you’re getting comfortable in your seat, Cal leans over. “I knew you’d kill in that dress but I was not ready for this,” his deep voice purrs as he looks you up and down. “Can't help but think how good your tits would look covered in cum with that dress bunched at your waist.”

You turn and widen your eyes at him. “Calum,” you warn under your breath.

“What’re you worried about, little one? I’ll get ya too worked up and you’ll be thinking of me all night? I’m gonna be thinking of you,” he hums. “You’ve given me so much to think about… you needy on my thigh this afternoon… my cock in your throat? And now my cum on those gorgeous tits?” He leans back in his seat and joins the conversation on the other side of him, resting his hand just below the hemline of the dress at your thigh.

Sierra is already staring you down from across the table, and Luke seems to be acutely aware of where Cal’s hand is.

Ash smiles, wrapping his arm around you and kissing your cheek, “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Ash,” you beam, squeezing his hand. “Single and ready to mingle, ya know? Maybe get some action.” You shrug as Cal gives you a hard squeeze of the thigh but doesn’t otherwise acknowledge your comment.

Ash rolls his eyes and smirks, “Don’t think I don’t know better.”

“I know what you think you know.”

The conversations are nothing short of average but between Cal’s hand, his dirty little nothings whispered in your ear and a few downright raunchy texts, you’re squirming through half of the dinner.

As the bills start coming around and the guys and girls plans for the night start circulating, Cal leans into your ear. “You know you’re mine tonight, right? Flirt if you want but know you’re coming back to me.” His fingers tease the front of your panties.

“As if I could be with anyone else after this afternoon,” you whisper back.

“You think I didn’t know what I was doing, ruining you this afternoon?” He pushes your panties to the side to tease your clit, making eye contact with you, daring you to give him away.

You cock your eyebrow at him. “You think I didn’t get what I wanted?”

Cal’s eyes flick to your lips and you bite your bottom one. “The way your tongue twisted in your mouth? I knew you wanted my cock in your throat,” he responds quietly, grinning.

“I thought I'd get it somewhere else too,” you tease, glancing down at his hand. To make sure you know he gets your point, he teases his fingers at your entrance.

“That’s for good girls… we’ll see if you get it later,” he chides, withdrawing his fingers from your panties and discreetly sucking them into his mouth.

You cradle the back of his neck in your hand and tug his hair, causing his lips to part and the faintest moan to escape. “Oh, Cal, you know I’m the best girl when it comes to you.”

You excuse yourself to the bathroom before everyone departs and Calum is waiting when you come back out. It only takes a second for him to press your back against the wall and press a teasing kiss to your lips. “Can’t wait to see what you put on under this for me,” he murmurs.

He disappears into the bathroom while you wait for your head to stop spinning.

And then the groups split off for the night.

Calum can’t help but watch you walk away when you and the girls head in the direction opposite him. Based on the feel of your panties, he knew you had on either lace or mesh and based on how tight the dress was, he could make a few other guesses about what else was going on. His cock twitches in his pants and he tries to think about the most mundane things to drown out all the deliciously dirty thoughts in his brain. Like getting you naked and spread, begging for him... he loves you like that. He knows he said he wanted to cum all over your tits but now he’s thinking about covering that dress. He’ll pay for the dry cleaning, he doesn’t care. He just wants you covered in him, wants you moaning his name all night.

His phone vibrates in his hand and he looks down, seeing it’s a message from you.

Black lace, like you like, a little dip in the front so you know where to bite to pull down.

He has to stop from groaning out loud and he has to stop Luke from looking over his shoulder as another message pops up.

I should have followed you into the bathroom so you could have done it then… soaked already and I don’t wanna have to take ‘em off myself

He huffs, climbing into the Uber to head to the night’s festivities. He types back:

Keep this up and see what else you’ll have to do yourself

He impatiently taps his knee while waiting for your response.

Only if it’s for you to watch.

Less than an hour in and Cal’s sexually frustrated enough that he’s had to slow down on texting you because he was about ready to stalk out of this club and drag you back to the hotel to deal with those wet panties he can’t stop thinking about. He knows that every message means the night is getting longer and longer and he’s all of a sudden very happy that Ash isn’t a drinker and has every intention of going to bed with Lyric tonight. He picks his phone up, trying to figure out the best way to put into words how badly he wants to own your entire body for the night without it being way too forward.

You glance down at your phone, thinking you’d felt it vibrate. It’s getting late and once the texts from Cal started coming in slower, you felt the night drag. The strip club kept you occupied somewhat but now you were in the VIP section at some random club, and you were just bordering on tipsy, instead just watching the other girls get drunk.

“Who’ve you been texting all night?” Sierra shouts above the music, handing you another drink.

“I wanna know what you and Calum are texting about,” Lyric says, slurring slightly as she plops into the seat next to you.

“How do you know it’s Calum?”

“That dopey little smile. You’ve always gotten it for him, even before you dated,” Sierra grins. “Ugh… finish your drinks, I wanna go back and get railed by my man.”

You and Lyric both chuckle. “And how much coaxing is that gonna take from ol’ baby boy?” You tease.

“Oh, he’ll do it if he knows what’s good for him… maybe I’ll just come to your room for the show though,” she fires back.

“The show will definitely be in my room,” Lyric announces. “Ash is ready, I’m ready, let’s head back for last call at the hotel before we all get laid.” You shake your head as the girls cackle.

As they gather the rest of your group, your phone finally vibrates. You glance down and see it’s from Cal and you squeeze your thighs together before you even open it.

Guess I’m seeing you for last call! But don’t worry, little one, won’t be your last call

You chew your lip as you climb into the Uber, thinking of how to respond but before you can, he hits you with another one.

Your panties were soaked when I touched you earlier. Still the only man that’s ever made you that wet, huh?

You cross your legs and squeeze them together, your tongue twisting in your mouth despite Calum not being around to see it.

Been that wet since you told me you wanted to cum on me earlier... Do you have any idea how desperately I've wanted to feel you on my skin that way?

The minutes you wait for a reply feel like years but he finally comes through. The girls are quiet, staring at their own phones, intoxicated enough to pay you no mind.

Damn, baby girl… I’m in a car with my best friends and I have to keep shifting… squeezing my cock in my pants... wishing you were doing it. I can’t help it. Need you.

God, you’d kill to have him here.

Wish I could feel your hard cock in my hand. I'd do it right here in the car… wouldn’t care who could see.

You lock your phone and shove it in your bag. You’ll be seeing him soon enough and you decide he can be left wanting more.

The guys are all spread across a couple booths in the back of the hotel bar, with Cal and Ash shoved shoulder to shoulder for no reason in the corner booth, farthest away.

As you approach the tables, Ash nearly pushes everyone out of the way to reunite with Lyric, dramatically tipping her head back into a passionate kiss. Luke slinks up to Sierra and redirects her to sit with him at the bar and that leaves you, locked in shy eye contact with Calum.

“This seat taken?” You ask, pointing to where Ash was just sitting.

“No, baby girl… just waiting for the perfect ass, with a skilled, dainty hand to join me.” A sultry darkness settles in his eyes as Cal gives you his deepest possible voice, knowing it’s irresistible to you.

“Think I got what you’re looking for.” You hold up your hands to prove it to him and he nods you to the seat. He does a quick scan of the very few people who could possibly see the two of you before leaning in, pressing the lightest teasing kiss to your lips.

Sierra and Luke suddenly appear, hands full of drinks. There’s a round of shots and a few other larger drinks for those in the group. The shots go down with a group ‘cheers’ and then Lyric is saying goodnight, dragging Ash off to bed with her.

Sierra and Luke find somewhere to dance with some of the other girls and that leaves you alone once again with Cal.

“You know... you said you didn’t care who saw,” he reminds you, taking your hand and placing it on his pants on top of his stiff cock. He gently squeezes your fingers, closing your hand around it.

You bite your lip and lean forward to rest your other elbow on the table, nonchalantly putting your chin in your hand as your fingers trace the outline of his cock. “Oh, sir, I still don’t,” you whisper, turning your head to look at him.

Cal adjusts, sitting back against the booth, spreading both arms out across the back. You glance around before unzipping his pants to tease your fingers over his underwear; he gets impatient and starts to pull his cock out himself. “Stop teasing, baby girl, I’ve been aching for you all night. Thinking of all the ways I could have you… use our favorite belt on you… almost ran out to a toy store earlier…” He groans quietly.

If you weren’t aware before, you definitely are now that Cal wants a kinky night. “I’ve wanted your cock since you pulled it out of my throat earlier,” you tell him with a naughty grin. “Been thinking about the ways you stretch me… get my pussy so soaked you can just slide all the way in.”

Cal trails his fingertips from your neck down to your exposed shoulders and back and finally down to pinch your ass. “Bet you miss me here too.”

“So, so much,” you agree. You pull your hand from his cock to your mouth, licking your palm a couple times before spitting in it. You wrap your slicked up hand around his cock, gently stroking him up and down. You turn your head away from him, taking a drink, scanning the room. Everyone’s having fun and the drinks are flowing but most importantly, no one is interested in what you and Calum are up to.

He sweeps the hair off your neck. “Hey, look at me,” he murmurs. It sounds needy in your ears and you love it.

You turn your head back toward him to see his jaw flexing and nostrils flaring as you twist your wrist in the way he likes. He gently grips the back of your neck and you can hear his breathing become labored as his eyes start to close and his jaw flexes tighter. You swipe your thumb through the precum, teasing his very sensitive head and slit.

He pulls you back against the seat with him. He turns his head, lips against your ear and lets out a filthy moan. “Fuck, baby girl,” he breathes. His hand tightly grips your shoulder and you look under the table in time to see his hips thrust into your hand for the first time. He gets a few more desperate pumps in before he regains a tiny bit of composure. He lets his head roll back and you watch as he comes apart for you in this public space. You know he loves the potential of a set of wandering eyes catching you in moments like this. He wraps his hand around yours just as the first rope of cum shoots from his cock onto your dress; his hand guides yours in milking every last drop, shooting it onto both your dress and your skin.

You watch him pant as he starts to come back down. “You coulda warned me,” you smirk, reaching for the napkins.

He helps you clean the stickiness from your skin but stops you from touching the dress; the stain has already started to dry down white against the dark fabric. “And miss the chance to see you like this, see you as mine?”

Cal’s barely tucked back in his pants as Luke and Sierra approach you. “We’re heading to bed,” she announces.

Cal fakes a yawn, stretching. “I’m beat. I should head off too.” He scoots out of the booth and you glare at him. “C’mon you, I’ll walk you to your room.”

As you scoot out of the booth, Sierra frowns at you, “Hey, what’s all over your dress?!”

You look down and roll your eyes, trying to think of a quick excuse. “Oh… huh, I didn’t notice it before… I bet it was the strip club.” You shrug. “I’ll get it cleaned when we get home.”

Sierra and Luke lead the way to the elevator and Cal wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in to whisper, “So long as no one shines a black light on it, I think you’re fine.”

His grip on you loosens before you all stop to wait for the elevator and you trail far behind them as you walk down the hall to your room. They both throw you a knowing look but disappear into their room, leaving you to slip into Calum’s room without any fuss.

“Better get you out of this dirty dress,” he teases immediately after closing the door. His hands easily find the hidden zipper in the side of the dress. He gets the top down around your hips, getting the full visual of you in your lacy push up bra. “You know you don’t need this, right?” He asks, cupping your breasts, kissing the tops that are pushed up and together. He reaches behind you and unclasps the bra, letting the fabric fall away, replacing it with his hands. “Missed these,” he murmurs, tweaking your nipples between his fingers.

He quickly turns you, backing himself onto the bed, pulling you into his lap to straddle his thighs as his hands and mouth begin worshipping your tits. He’s always loved how responsive you are to this type of stimulation, seemingly able to get impossibly close to orgasming on this alone. As your hips grind on his and you moan his name, a new plan forms in his mind; he wants more of this, doesn’t want it to stop for anything, wants you like this all night.

Calum feels your hand wrap around the back of his neck and you press your face into the top of his head. His hands work quickly to pull the dress up around your hips, wanting to help you get that friction you're desperate for. He’d never let you live it down if you came in his lap again but he’s also not sure he’d remember to tease you about it, both of you so desperate for this connection with each other.

“Calum,” your voice comes out breathy. “I need you, please.”

It sounds so needy, he can't stop himself from bucking his hips up into yours, lips attaching to your skin, tongue teasing your nipples as he roughly grabs at your tits, encouraging you. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he groans. “Let me see you.” He wraps one arm around your back, guiding your hips in a hard but steady rhythm against him, both of you desperate for the orgasm.

And finally it hits, your fingers tighten in his hair and he groans. You yank his head back so you can kiss him and he only teasingly kisses you back. “Calum… please…” you whine, grabbing his face so you can press your mouth to his. He wraps both arms around you, letting you ride it out, kissing you fully.

You pull back, panting, and Calum quickly flips you on your back. He yanks the dress down your legs and quickly takes your heels off, leaving you on the bed in just your panties. He can tell you're still coming down by the way your hands smooth over your body, looking for touch and attention, needing the affection Cal usually lavishes you with after an orgasm, especially one so desperate.

He watches, admiring you, thinking how fucking irresistible you look when you need him so bad. The way you’re so willing to give in to him. He notices the hickies forming on your breasts and he’s proud of them. You’re his and you won’t forget that anytime soon.

He leans over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, looking you in the eyes to make sure you’re still good. He sees the softness there, the part of you that reaches up to cup his face and push the hair out of his eyes but he also sees the desire and the need for him.

He moves down your body, pressing kisses and sucking bruises into your soft flesh. He kisses the little marks from holding you on his thigh earlier in the day. He gets to the hem of the black lace panties he’s been thinking about all night and kisses along it before grabbing the dip with his teeth and pulling them off your body, like you instructed him earlier. He rips them because they’re flimsy at best and there’s a lack of coordination between the two of you, but when he goes to apologize, he sees the fire of desire reignited in your eyes.

Then he’s out of his button down and his face is buried in your pussy. Long licks over your opening and clit, soft kisses pressed to the sensitive skin; he hums against you, cleaning your cum, giving you fresh hickies on your thighs. You’re moaning above him and suddenly you yank on his hair and he looks up to make eye contact. Your fingers touch his wet cheek and it seems you’re just now noticing his scruff that he intentionally didn’t shave for the past couple days, hoping to get you like this.

He nuzzles his face against your bare thigh and you cry out. He grabs your hips and pulls you back against his mouth, tightening his arms around your thighs and resting his large hands over your belly. He’s active as he eats, wanting to give you the beard burn on already bruised and tender flesh.

His cock starts aching, straining against his tight black pants as you writhe and whine above him, asking for more, begging him for it. You need him, there’s no one in the world you could need more right now and that makes him want to make you cum for him. He starts to dip his tongue into your opening, moving a hand slightly lower to circle your clit. You grip into any skin of his you can reach and he puts pressure on your lower stomach to keep your hips still. He can feel the tinge of pain as your nails dig in and drag across his skin, getting a hold in their new location. His cock starts to leak, he can feel the wet spot it begins to create and it only drives him to give more, to hear more from you, get more from you.

Calum keeps dipping his tongue into you, varying the pressure of the circles he's drawing on your clit and then he can finally feel it, his hand on your stomach detects the orgasm before you do. It hits hard. You breathily moan out his name, over and over and over, and he laps up every trace of your juices his tongue can find. He finally relaxes his grip, pulling away and kissing on each of your red, beard burned thighs, and then up over your stomach. He presses his damp cheek to your chest before kissing the rest of the way to your mouth. You grip into his back as he presses his chest to yours.

“You OK, baby girl?” You run your fingers through his hair and nod. “Good.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips, trying to reassure you that it's still about being together, not just having your body.

He tries to stand up but you don’t let him, holding him even tighter. “We’re not done if you don’t wanna be,” he promises and that seems to get you to relax. He stands and quickly undresses himself. He takes a second to admire you and he watches as you take in his naked form once again. “Such a good girl… a pretty baby for me, huh?” You bite your lip and nod innocently… at least as innocently as you can after the ways he’s already had you.

He climbs on the bed and lays next to you, holding his arm out, letting you decide how you wanna be held. You press your back to his chest and Cal holds you for a few minutes, letting you catch your breath. “Baby girl,” he coos in your ear, gently rocking his hips and hard cock against your ass. You turn your head to him for a kiss and he guides his cock into your pussy, already wet again, able to take his entire length at once.

His fingers drag up your side and smooth over your hair, before he grabs a handful and pulls your head back. “Should have seen how fuckin’ good you looked just now, so desperate you had to cum in your panties,” he groans in your ear. “You feel how hard you’ve got me, pretty baby? Been that hard all fuckin’ night.”

His free hand wraps around your neck and applies light pressure as he shallowly thrusts in and out of you a couple times. He gives a particularly hard thrust and you moan out, grabbing at his arm. He gives your neck a tight squeeze before pulling out completely. “Clean my cock off,” he instructs, letting you go. You quickly shimmy down the bed and take his cock in your mouth. “Clean every trace of you off it.”

You know by his tone of voice that he means business and you shouldn’t try to suck him off but you still wrap your mouth around his head and swirl your tongue around it just to see how he’ll react; your disobedience is met with a light flick to your forehead. You finish the job and his hand closes back around your neck to pull you back to be face to face with him.

He leans in and kisses you aggressively, biting your lips and pressing his tongue into your mouth, trying to get more of your taste from you. His fingers mindlessly wander down your body, inevitably ending up back at your pussy. “Nice and warm for me, huh, baby girl?” He murmurs with a grin. You lean in and start kissing his neck, sucking mercilessly at his skin. His fingers are skilled and know you well, so it doesn’t take any time for him to get you moaning as you mark his neck and collarbone. He knows you're feeling possessive and he loves it.

“Calum… baby. I can’t,” you whine but the way you spread your legs and buck against him tells him a different story. He angles his fingers inside you and your back arches into him, letting out a whimper as you claw into his chest and bicep.

“Sounds and feels to me like you can. So warm and inviting… think you could take another for me,” he rasps, teasing a third finger against your hole.

Your eyes are screwed closed as you nod enthusiastically. “Whatever you want, Cal... please,” you plead. He pushes the third finger in and you gasp.

He smirks, enjoying the show you’re putting on for him. “Damn, gorgeous. All this for me?”

You gently hit his chest with your fist a couple times, “Please, Cal… please.” You beg a few more times, almost in tears, and Cal graciously brings you to orgasm quickly.

He barely lets you rest, immediately pulling you on top of him, bringing you down on his cock and then sitting up to push his wet fingers into your mouth to clean. He presses his lips to yours, letting his tongue explore the taste and then guides your hips in starting a rhythm. You brace yourself on his shoulders and quickly lose the pace. He gives you a squeeze before letting his hands fall to your ass. He watches you, starting to understand just how spent your body is.

He thinks about how much you’ve taken and the way he’s pushed. He grabs your ass and slowly works you up and down his cock. It usually drives you both wild but as you fall against his chest again, he realizes how tired you must be.

“Little one,” he says softly, gently pushing your body slightly away. He waits for your eyes to find his, searches them for what he needs to see. Your eyes are full of hunger, love and adoration for him and not even a hint of discomfort but he wants to hear it directly from you. “Are you good, my love? Should we stop?”

“No, baby, need you… just… you.”

“I’ll get us there, baby,” he promises, pushing your hair off the side of your neck so he can lean in and kiss on it. You tangle your fingers in his hair and gently tug his head back for a needy kiss. “You ready?” He watches you nod and then he lays back, planting his feet on the bed, gripping your hips tightly and starts fucking up into you. It’s hard and a lot, especially on top of what you’ve already done. He watches your tits bounce as you take it, chanting his name. He's grunting as he delivers sharp snap after sharp snap, making his cock go as deep as possible, watching it disappear into you.

When your breathy moans of “Calum” turn into a whiny “baby”, he slows down to assess what you need. You slump against him and he makes a split second decision, flipping the two of you over so you’re on your back. He’s up on his knees and he grabs your thighs, bringing them around his waist; he grabs you around the bottom of your ribs so he can pull you to meet his thrusts and his hips resume their brutal pace.

Calum drops to his forearms as he feels his orgasm get closer. He all of a sudden needs to feel you against him. Your arms wrap around him, nails digging into his back, undoubtedly leaving more marks for him to explain. But he doesn’t care because your eyes are locked on his like he’s the only person in the world, and his name sounds like the only name you’ve ever said as it falls from your lips in little moans.

He’s surrounded by you and it’s all he wants. Your smell, your voice.. just you. It’s all he needs to cum. Your body gives another orgasm and it sends him over the edge, moaning and panting your name. He doesn’t pull out, just collapses on you, rolling you both onto your sides. He holds you tight, waiting for your bodies to relax, pressing light kisses to your forehead for what feels like a lifetime before he finally pulls out.

The two of you get cleaned up wordlessly and you climb back in bed, slipping between the sheets. Calum gets you water, picks both of your stuff up, giving you a few minutes alone. He knows you’ll ask for him when you need him.

As if on cue, your voice softly breaks the silence, “Cal?” He turns and looks at you, you look absolutely spent. “Need you,” you murmur.

He’s quickly sliding into bed and rubbing your back, pressing kisses to your cheeks and shoulders. “I’m right here, my love,” he reassures you, pulling you into him.

You look at him and he can tell you’re thinking over your words carefully. “I love you.”

He cups your cheek, thumb caressing your skin softly. “I love you.”

You sigh and pull yourself even closer to him, nuzzling your nose against his ribs. “Don’t let me go,” you whisper.

And he doesn’t, he can’t… he won’t. Not tonight, probably not ever.

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Cal wakes up early and watches you sleep, taking inventory of your naked body and what he can feel on his own. He knows he’s got scratches on his back, he can still feel the way you clung to him, pulling your nails down his back, sinking your teeth in his collarbone. Hickies to match yours on his neck.

He notices the bruises on your hips and hickies that decorate your neck and chest and he knows he left some between your thighs. He notices a slight purpling around the bottom of your ribs as well and he begins to feel bad for manhandling you so much.

Your back arches into him briefly before you roll over onto your back and your eyes find him. “Hi,” you murmur, small smile gracing your lips.

“Hey.” He grins back, letting his hand softly sweep across your skin. You lean up for a soft kiss that he returns. “We don’t have anything today until that bonfire with everyone… I was thinking we should get breakfast and talk.”

“OK,” you nod. “People are gonna know you have someone in here when we leave the tray out though.”

“I really don’t care,” he admits, shrugging. He reaches over for the room service menu and the two of you decide on a few things to share. He calls for it and the two of you lay snuggled together, only getting up when the food comes. Cal pulls on sweatpants and you pull on his button up from the night before. He sets you up at the table in the suite.

After a few minutes of eating you finally look up, putting your fork down to take a sip of the coffee in front of you. “What’s up bubba?” You ask, noticing he’s looking at you.

He sighs. “I wanna make sure I’m doing right by you. I know we aren’t together anymore… and I hate that, but I still wanna be my best for you and do what’s best for you. We’ve been pretty physical this week. And that’s… it’s been great for me on that front but it just reminds me what all is missing between us.”

You chew your lip for a minute. “I want… whatever I can have, to be honest… I miss you, every facet of being with you. And this week is just like... a suspension of real life. I need to be close to you and if that’s just being naked together then so be it.”

Cal shakes his head instantly, reaching across the table to grab your hand. “I know you wanna wait to talk about getting back together. I get that you don’t want to take away from Ash and Lyric, they’re our best friends and I respect that. But baby, I love you. And I don’t want to keep doing this if there’s a chance we aren’t doing it long term. If that means I have to figure out how to prioritize you better, then I will. But I need to know that’s what you want… not just being naked. I really think we can get back together without telling everyone until we get home and it’ll be like… forgotten by the time the wedding rolls around in a few weeks.”

Calum nearly loses it when you start giggling and he stares at you in disbelief.

“Bubba… baby boy… I’m sorry for laughing.” You cover your mouth and wait a bit longer until you calm down. You get up from your chair and move across the space to sit in his lap. You sigh, “Love. You think you ever would have gotten what you did on this trip if I was just here for sex? I still trust you, Cal. I still love you, I still want you. That’s not gone. We needed time away to realize what the deeper issue is. But I think we can work this out.”

“Me too, baby,” he says, relieved, pulling you in for a kiss, relaxing now that he knows you’re on the same page.

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what a blessing

pairing: calum hood x blackwoman!oc

warnings: smut, swearing, oral (f), mentions of smut, fluff, not proofread

summary: friends to lovers…to pregnant? or something like that

wc: 3.1k

a/n: nastasia (nuh-stă-sia) stasie is NOT pronounced as “stacy” if that helps ALSO part 2 will be coming soon ALSOOO this is like pure smut and i don’t think it’s that good so dont judge me please 😣 im stepping out of my comfort zone with this

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calum and nastasia had a strange friendship, not really strange but not really normal either.

the two became friends one night at ashton’s house, both high and hungry. with low, read eyes and a fuzzy head, nastasia decided to make grilled cheese sandwiches for herself. that was until calum trailed into the kitchen with the same look as her, eyes low, puffy, and red.

they both ended up back in the living room eating their sandwiches and lighting up another blunt.

after that night, they began hanging out regularly, mostly sober but they would smoke together sometimes. something that always led to more.

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something about her

pairing: college!calum x blackwoman!oc

warning: asshole calum, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, angst, profanity, alcohol consumption, not proofread

summary: calum hates everyone, except her.

wc: 2.0k

subtly, she rolled her eyes, tilting her head to the side, silently asking what he wanted with a raised brow.

cheyenne didn’t know what to do. so she laughed, a very loud one, something she did when she was nervous. she knew how nakia could get and she was afraid it would lead to someone getting hurt. no matter how small and sweet nakia looked, she was very heavy handed and did not take disrespect lightly.

nakia walked over to the island in the middle of the kitchen and leaned against it, still maintaining eye contact with calum. staring back at him for a while, she thought she saw a glint of entertainment in his eyes while the rest of his face remained static. her eyes trailed over his figure, checking him out in neither a sexual or insulting way.

she opened the bottle of water as she walked around the island and towards him, bringing the bottle to to her lips to drink. she stopped right in front of him, almost straining her neck to look up at him. she pulled the bottle away from her lips as she swallowed the last drops of water.

“you’re in the way,” nakia told him, continuing to look deep into his eyes. calum showed no signs of replying as the two continued on with their game. after a few minutes of standing and staring, calum slowly moved over just enough for her to walk through. nakia blinked, looking at him one last time with a look of pure annoyance before walking out of the kitchen and back into the living.

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nakia *** groaned as her best friend, cheyenne ***, stood at the end of her bed. cheyenne, earlier, trudged into her room and begged her to go to her boyfriends house with her. why? nakia had no idea.

“why do i have to go? i’m literally going to be sitting there while you and ashton make out the whole time,” nakia complained, rolling her eyes.

“no we won’t. his roommates are going to be there and you know i don’t like showing pda in front of people. plus, ash invited you.”

nakia let out a long, deep sigh, dropping her head face first onto her bed.

after a few seconds of her dramatics, “fine, but you better talk to me. i don’t know anyone except you and ash,” nakia replied. cheyenne cheered as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

nakia stood from her bed and walked over towards her closet to find something to where. she picked out a hoodie from her closet and pair of dark skinny jeans from her dresser, undressing from the oversized shirt she was wearing before dressing in the jeans and hoodie.

she took the bonnet and scarf she was wearing off of her head, tossing them on the bed before walking out of her room and to the bathroom.

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When you stop, I stop | Calum Hood | Mature

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (established relationships)

Warning: smut, talk about sex, oral (f recieving), fingering

Word count: 1,615 words

Finals week is hell. There was nothing worse than the stress of finals, especially now. You were finally going to graduate and be a practicing psychologist. You’ve dreamed of this for years. You were sure you wouldn’t have made it through if it wasn’t for the support of your loving boyfriend, Calum, who you met as a freshman. He had eventually dropped out of college, more focused on his music, which was doing well. He always supported your dreams though, helping you when you pulled all-nighters, listening to you practice presentations, bringing you food while you studied, and especially pulling you away when you’ve been studying for too long. You were just finishing your paper as Calum came in through the door of your shared apartment after being at the studio writing all day.

“I’m home baby,” Calum calls from the front door before walking in further to see you sitting on the floor by the coffee table, “What are you working on?”

“Just perfecting my thesis.” You answered typing away at the computer and glancing between the screen and a textbook, “How was the studio?”

“Really good, we finally wrote that bridge for that song we’ve been w

“Baby,” Calum comes up behind you, crouching down to be eye level and placing hands on your shoulders, “How long have you been working?”

“What time is it?”

“It’s after 9,” He answers, his hands rubbing your shoulders, “Have you eaten today?”

“I haven’t had time,” You pick up the textbook, “I’ve been working on this all day.”

“Baby you know you have to eat,” Calum’s hands stop, “Get up we’re going to the kitchen to get you something to eat.” He moves to stand in front of you, holding a hand out for you.

“Not now Cal,” You whined, “I have so much work to do still.”

Calum stops and narrows his eyes, “Baby your paper isn’t due for another week and you’ve had it done for months. You need to get up and eat.”

“I’ll eat later.”

“It’s important for you to eat, come on.”

You sigh before getting up and keeping the textbook tucked under your arm, “Fine.” You agree, knowing Calum wouldn’t let this go. You take his hand and he pulls you down the hall to the kitchen.

“What do you want to eat baby?” Calum spins around on his heels, “I can make you something or order you something.”

You think for a minute and think, “Can you make me your special grilled cheese?” You ask, shifting your weight, dropping his hand. Calum smiles, he isn’t much of a cook but he could sure make an amazing grilled cheese with whatever else he could find in the kitchen. It was different every time but made with love by Calum so that’s all that mattered to you.

“Of course,” He leans in and kisses your forehead before pulling back, hands finding your hips, “You sit here,” He backed you into the counter and helped lift you onto the counter, “I’ll make your sandwich.”

“Thank you, Cal.” You smile, leaning your head back on the cabinet, you open the book and begin to thumb through those pages. You occasionally peek out the corner of your eyes at Calum who is moving about the kitchen. He was gathering random items from around the kitchen to make dinner. You watched him put the pan on the stove and buttering a slice of bread for the pan. He pulled out a second pan and tossed some bacon in.

“You look so pretty when you’re pretending to read that book,” Calum teases, moving away from the food and in front of you, “You know I can always tell when you’re looking at me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You roll your eyes, “I’m reading.” You pull the book up in front of your eyes as Calum’s hands rest on your knees, parting your legs to stand between them.

His hand came to the top of the book, pushing it down, “Don’t lie to me, baby.” His other hand shuts the book and sets it on the counter beside you. “I was reading that.”

“You can read later,” He leans in, his lips ghosting over yours, “I have something else in mind.” Calum connects your lips eagerly. You respond as the kiss heats up, your hands clasped around his neck and his hands trace shapes on your thighs.

You pull away slightly, “I thought it was important that I eat.” You tease, pulling your hands to rest on top of his hands.

“It is important to eat,” His hand slides up your thigh hitting the edge of your shorts, “I want to eat something else.” He whispers, lips against yours while pulling the edge of your shorts down a bit.

You pull away, both of your hands finding his chest, “That was the worst possible thing you could have said to me at this moment.” You playfully push him back.

Calum rolls his eyes, “Shut up,” One of his hands comes up to your chin, gripping tightly, “Do you want me to eat you out of not?” His demeanor changes completely as the other hand moves to the waistband. His hand slips into the pants and past your underwear, his finger traces over your clit lightly. You let out a whimper as he gains speed, “Words baby.” He tuts, letting go of your chin.

“Please…” You beg, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

“Of course I will baby,” He grins, pulling his hand away from you and kneeling to be eye level with your cunt, “I know how hard you’re working. You deserve this don’t you baby?”

“Please Calum…” You whined again.

“Alright, you do deserve it.” He grins, pulling your shorts down slowly and you wiggle your hips to help him get them off. He gets your shorts and underwear off, hands finding your knees, pushing your legs farther apart. He leans in so that his breath hit your dripping cunt making you shiver slightly, “Actually baby,” He looks up, “Since you wanted to read so bad,” One of Calum’s hands move over to the textbook on the counter, he picks it up and thrusts it into your hands, “How about you read for me.”

“What Calum?” You ask.

“Read to me,” He answers, hands gripping your thighs again, “And when you stop, I stop.” He leans in again and your breath hitches.

He leans forward, licking a stripe up your cunt, “Better start reading.” He tuts before leaning back in.

You flip back to the page you were reading and try to find the spot. You have one hand holding the textbook open and the other tangled in his hair, “In 2006, Dr. Weinschenk conducted a study-” Your reading is cut off by Calum’s lips attaching to your clit, “Oh god.” You threw your head back as he sucked on your clit, one hand tracing up your thigh coming to your core, “More Calum.” You begged.

He pulled away, “When you stop, I stop.”

You turn back to the book with a shaky voice, “Conducted a study amongst 10,000 college students-” You pause for a moment as two of his fingers plunge into your core, “O-of many different ages, genders and um…” You pause to catch your breath as Calum continues to swirl his tongue around your clit and fingers thrust in and out. You continue to struggle while trying to read, knowing he’ll stop and never let you finish if you don’t try.

“What’s that baby?” He pulls away for a second to ask with a cocky grin on his face.

“Genders and races about how-” You pause to let out a loud moan as he curls his fingers, “How stressed they are regularly-” You’re cut off by Calum’s pace quickening again, “Holy shit Calum,” You gasp as he sucks on your clit harsher than before, “Basis during a semester.”

“You are doing so well,” Calum says as he pulls away and his freehand leaves your thigh, “How about you put that book down and focus cumming on my tongue? You like that idea baby?”

You nod desperately, “Please Calum…” You set the book down again, both hands finding his hair, “Please make me cum.” You beg, looking down, making eye contact with your boyfriend. He smirks before diving back in. He sucks on your clit while curling his fingers against your g spot. It wasn’t long until you felt the knot in your stomach growing. Your grip on his curls tightened. You tugged as his curls, earning a moan from him and the vibrations sent you over the edge, “Shit Calum.” You whined, your head hitting the cabinet behind you and your fingers coming out of his hair.

He pulled back and took his fingers out, “You did so well baby.” He laughs, sticking his fingers in his mouth.

You chuckled for a minute, “What the fuck was that about?”

“What?” Calum looks surprised.

“Reading my textbook to you while you had your head between my legs?” You laughed again.

“I don’t know,” Calum shrugs, pulling back, “I just thought of it. Did you not like it?” He seems concerned.

“No,” You pause, “It just took me by surprise.”

Calum steps back, picking up your pants from where he tossed them on the floor, “Here you go,” He laughs, tossing them at you, “Let me finish making your sandwich.” Calum says as he goes back to making the sandwich as if nothing had happened. It made you laugh but you were grateful for Calum during these stressful times, he was goofy and always knew how to make you feel better.

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Anger Management (C.H)

warning: meandom!calum (also a bit of fluffy aftercare at the end) smut; oral (male receiving), choking, breath play, degradation, praise, lil bit of face slapping (basically filth okay?)

word count: 3100+

summary: CEO!y/n takes her anger out on Calum and he does not appreciate it. (Basically a whole lot of throat action)

authors note: I always struggle with ending things lol, so this DEFINITELY has the potential for a part 2. I have a lot of things in the works rn, like I reckon I have at least 4 unfinished drafts that I keep going back to or ignoring haha. But finally I got around to this one! Let me know if you want a part 2! Happy reading x

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celebrity crush | 2/??

a/n: the first interview is mostly based off of dove cameron and ava max’s interviews with popbuzz

summary: actress! reader somehow manages to bring up her crush on calum hood in every interview

pairing(s): calum hood x reader, platonic! reader x tom holland

warning(s): swearing? slight mentions of kinks

“She’s at it again mate,” Ashton smirked as he carried his laptop over to Calum who was sat on the sofa. He flipped open the computer and hit play on y/n y/l/n’s newest interview.

“C’mon, I don’t wanna-” Calum rubbed his hand over is face and shook his head.

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That skirt is so short for fucks sake I loose track of what happening.

[calummichaelfics]

Anger Management (C.H)

warning: meandom!calum (also a bit of fluffy aftercare at the end) smut; oral (male receiving), choking, breath play, degradation, praise, lil bit of face slapping (basically filth okay?)

word count: 3100+

summary: CEO!y/n takes her anger out on Calum and he does not appreciate it. (Basically a whole lot of throat action)

authors note: I always struggle with ending things lol, so this DEFINITELY has the potential for a part 2. I have a lot of things in the works rn, like I reckon I have at least 4 unfinished drafts that I keep going back to or ignoring haha. But finally I got around to this one! Let me know if you want a part 2! Happy reading x

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I’m Yours

AN: I know I haven’t written for Cal snd Claudia in FOREVER and I apologize. Anyways hope y'all enjoy this 💕💕💕 the italicized is an exerpt from the Love Hypothesis shout to Mede for the rec 🥰🥰🥰

Requested? No

Warnings: mentions of bitchass Dean from Gilmore Gurls, fans that have no sense of blundaires, and SMUT aka a quickie turned to love making lmao

Word Count: 2.8k words

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Oooh how about baking holiday cookies! Or ICE SKATING!

Hey! Thanks for this. I'm gonna go with Calum.

Female Reader Insert.

CW: 18+ Content (Smut). Unprotected sex. Previously established relationship.

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Even from behind the closed door, Calum can hear the slight thump of bass coming from inside. The door, with a frosted glass cut out, gives just the faintest hint of the Christmas tree lights twinkling too. He just watches for a moment, sure that if the music were any louder and if the lights were any brighter, the neighbors would have quite a lot to say. But thanks to you, your house was loved amongst the neighborhood kids. At Halloween, in addition to candy kids were able to pick up a few Pokemon cards. Your love for the game never faded and though the habit could get expensive to pick up Trainer and Booster boxes, you'd grab a couple here and there. The rare cards you kept but the extras you stored away in boxes purposefully for Halloween. The cards didn't top the fact that you convinced Calum to buy mini and full size candy bars. Parents weren't pleased with the discovery, but Calum would bare all the sneers to watch you hand over a candybar to a kid who was just wide eyed at the sheer size.

And now with Christmas on the literal horizon, you'd put up a tall dinosaur dressed up as santa in the front yard. It was close enough to the street and had a little sign that alerted parents that the dinosaur was positioned for kid's photos. Originally, Calum wasn't found of the idea mostly because it felt too close, like it was breaching his bubble of security. He agreed to keep the dinosaur up only for a week, just to see. But when one morning about two days after the assemblage of said dinosaur, a parent stopped him on his way back to the house with the mail to tell Calum that his family had recently suffered the lost of a family member--an aunt--, to which the youngest child was having a hard time with. However, the aunt was into dinosaurs and got the youngest into them as well. It was seeing the dinosaur in the yard and being able to take a picture that brightened their day. Calum had to admit that then--right then and there--he'd listen to every whimsical decorative idea you had because even he didn't think about the impact a two feet and some change dinosaur could have. But it had. And he was seeing it right in front of his eyes.

And even if you are edging on too close to too loud on the music and the lights are burning dangerously close to red giants, Calum's undoubtedly knows that all of that is going to have an impact on someone who needs it for the better.

Cracking open the door, the original song fades out and a new one starts. It's your Christmas Playlist--he knows by the telltale sign of Aretha Franklin's rendition of Winter Wonderland. Duke's paws click on the hardwood floor as he trots up to Calum's leather cladded feet. "Mama's hasn't driven you too crazy yet, I see, with the Christmas music," Calum teases.

Your voice floats up from the kitchen, joining in. "Gone away is the bluebird. Here to say is the new bird. Who sings a love song as we go along."

Calum spends only a moment or two more with Duke before carrying the brown paper bag further into the house and dropping into the bar counter. "I come dawning whole milk, Crown Royal, and pomegranates."

You spin the sound of Calum's voice. "Thank you, Jesus will appreciate all your substitutions."

"Yeah, local grocers are short on myrrh at this time of year," he laughs in return, peeling out of the jacket to reveal the Empathy sweatshirt still underneath.

"You were only supposed to get milk," you note, pulling the milk and fruit out to place in the fridge. But the staple green label of Crown Royal Apple stares back at you.

"For that drink you mentioned."

If it weren't for your insistent need to have 'proper' milk with your cookies, Calum would still be lounging on the couch in his basketball shorts and sweatshirt. But it was just as your were about to prep the from-scratch vanilla cookie dough that you realized you'd be severely lacking in the milk department. Calum picked up the pomegrante on a whim, but did text you if you wanted one as well, which you'd be hard press to say no to if you're honest. The Crown Royal was a last minute addition. But you'd mentioned a couple weeks ago wanting to make yourself a whiskey based drink, something about an apple pie float or another. The house, though, severely lacked whiskey for such craving.

"Oh," you state and then give a hum. "Thanks, hun. You didn't have to."

Calum, once his shoes are removed, pads around the corner of the counter and into the kitchen. His hands settle on your hips, squeezing just a hair to prompt you to to turn around. When you do, he leans in and gives you a quick peck. "Don't even worry. It sounded interesting and I want in."

You shake your head with a small chuckle. "Of course you do."

Calum slides past, to grab his water bottle. He can see the assortment of baking supplies--baking soda, sugar, butter, bowls, vanilla, and more he can't precisely name or place at the moment--scattered on the kitchen counters. It doesn't look like you got far into the baking. "Do you want some help?" Calum asks after getting his sip down.

"Because we have the standing rule that I can't climb the counters anymore, I do need your help to get the KitchenAid down."

Calum's nod is curt and he turns to the cabinets. You wanted to leave it on the counter, but wound up being a bit too much clutter so you stored it away so it could put up.

The rule about no climbing only resulted from a spill you took. You'd successfully retrieved the mug from the shelf, but your landing back to the kitchen floor was not as graceful and you wound up flat on your back--the air was knocked out of you and there was a minor concussion. Calum's heart cannot withstand walking into the house and finding you unconscious on the floor a second time. So you made a rule--the two of you only having a few like whoever didn't cook has to clean up the kitchen and laundry has to be down on Thursdays--that you couldn't climb anything taller than a step stool without Calum present.

Was it overkill? Possibly. But you did it because it kept him sane and with everything else you're prone to doing, not climbing higher than what a step stool would allow was the least you could do. And while technically, you could reach the Kitchen Aid on your step stool you know doing so would make Calum nervous.

"One Kitchen Aid," Calum grunts just a little, "coming up," he emphasizes the last part of the phrase by placing it down onto the counter.

"Thank you, love." You stretch out for a kiss as you dry your hands from the washing.

Calum's eager to press another kiss to your lips. "Any time, dear."

You shudder at the pet name out of a reflexive inside joke that 'dear' makes you feel like you're 50. The snickers from Calum follow right on cue and he watches you shuffle around him. You measure out you flour and sugar.

The song changes again--or maybe it's been changing all this time and Calum only know noticed it. Eartha Kitt's voice filters through the speakers and you sway to the beat. The whirr of the mixture doesn't even seem to interrupt you as you stay on time with strings. And it shouldn't cause him to stop in his tracks. He'd been trying to clean out all the measuring cups and spoons and other smaller utensils so that the clean up wouldn't be too much once you'd finished. But just out of the corner of his eye, he can see you spinning and popping your hips in time to the music. It causes him to pause.

The oversized T-shirt, which was yours though Calum had most definitely stolen it himself to wear a couple of times when you'd been out of time, does just enough to hide way the fact that you're not wearing shorts underneath it and the purple underwear peak out too. And for a bikini cut style of undies, it's less peeking and more like stating it's presence. But you seem so gone in your own world, enjoying the music, and it's no different really than any other day you play music through the speakers.

But maybe it's because it's Christmas. And maybe it's also because Calum definitely remembers yesterday when he went to initiate something more intimate and while it started out well, he could clearly tell something was wrong--a headache you'd had for almost half the day and hadn't said anything about until he probed--so he canned it and instead immediately handed you water and dimmed the lights so you could nap.

He shifts his weight, feeling the strong twinge in his lower gut and turns back to the sink. He can at least wait for you to get the cookies into the oven. And maybe even that's a bad time because the cookies would only be in their for ten minutes top. He finishes cleaning the last bowl. The song's changed--this one more upbeat and he's can't immediately place it. But you can, evident by your singing. "Oh by the way, it's snowing!"

And then you're pressed up into the back of them, shaking and undoubtly grinding against his ass too. He laughs at first, the tuft of air falling out of him by the sheer surprise. "What are you doing?" he asks, looking over his shoulders.

You grin up at him, still singing as you push off. Then you're off. From the lower cabinets you pull out the cookie sheet and the wax paper. There was a glint, when you looked back at him, there was something there.

As you work on scoping out the dough, Calum toys with the idea of starting anything. But with another song change, the swelling strings and piano with Nat "King" Cole's voice filling the air, Calum knows he has to do something. So he slides up right behind you, at first he's just holding onto your waist and he's only really got his back pressed up against yours.

"Yes, Calum?"

He presses his nose into the skin of your neck, exposed by the collar of the t-shirt. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"

"Oh, I'm doing nothing," you return and then gasps when he pressing his hips into the curve of your ass.

"I think you do."

For a moment the only thing you can do, is curl your fingers around the edge of the bowl and ice cream scooper you're using. "I-" your breath hitches interrupting the smart rebuttal as Calum's fingers dance along the hem of the t-shirt and along your thighs. "Okay, so maybe I do know what I'm doing."

"One question," Calum starts, dragging his nose up your neck and to the shell of your ear. "No smart ass answers."

"No smart ass answers," you breathe out. Calum cups you over your underwear.

"How long can the dough sit out?

"Dough freezes well--you'd be shocked."

He hums, grazing his teeth over your ear. It's silent for a moment. You can already think to ask why Calum's ask. But it's evident when he presses into your clit over the cotton of the underwear. "We can put cookies on pause?"

It turns up into a question, but he presses harder and you can feel the arousal leaking from you. A moan pushes up your throat and you nod. "We can pause cookies." His fingers disappear and before you can even beg for them to come back, they slip down under the panties. "Shit, let me--" his fingers play at the wetness gathering between your folds and interrupt your thought.

"What was that?"

You slam the scooper onto the counter, hands holding up your weight as Calum slowly circles your clit. "Fuck me," you huff out.

"I'd love to," Calum counters. "But not before I know you're ready." He continues the slow dance around your clit and every nerve in your body becomes alive, hot with anticipation and stimulation.

You press your ass harder against his hips, part of it to keep yourself balanced. Another part of you blindly seeking for something more. It's sinful--just how easy you give into and just how much you know you're coating his fingers right now. You can feel the gush. And there's not a damn thing you want to do to stop it. Calum's second hand tightens around your left hip.

He hates this, hates how his whole body melts into yourself because he used to get a thrill out knowing that you'd cave first. Sure it's selfish, or egotistical of him to want to keep that one up. But now, it's the both of them--almost in an instant, he too can become puddy. And he loves it. He wouldn't want to become puddy for another soul out there but you. Because who else could get him absolutely this hard just by existing in the world. Because who else is going to mewl and arch their back like you do just for him.

"I swear," you heave out, and his fingers speed up. "I swear to Christ."

"Swear what?" Calum asks.

"I don't even know," you laugh and it turns up into a moan. You press back harder into him. "Calum, please. I want you. All of you. And these cookies."

"Yes, yes, the cookies," Calum snickers, kissing at your neck. "I just want to savor it, can you give me just a little bit longer on that?"

You nod, a hum falling out of your throat as he adds more pressure but keeps the same steady speed on your clit. You're not even mad really. Not with the way your body's warming and the faintest hint of Calum's cologne trickles into your nose. You're not sure if it's from the last time he wore the sweatshirt or the outer coat, but either way, you let yourself breathe in deeply. The first time you caught a whiff of it he held open the door for you and that was in passing. You were behind him and he happened to glance back just enough to spot you. You caught it again when you stepped onto the elevator with him. And the scent followed you the entire day, no matter where you went you'd catch phantom whiffs of the musky scent in your nostrils.

And now it's faint. It faintly tickles your nose--the scent. But you know that smell anywhere. Turning your head just a little, you look up at Calum. His eyes are closed, with his impossibly long eyelashes, and slowly he blinks them open to look back at you. His fingers are a little faster now, but for the moment it feels like it's all happening in slow motion. The smile he gives you, watching as your eyes flutter in the pleasure and the way you nod your head for him to come closer, and the kiss which is more like heavy exhales.

It's all slow motion.

Sliding out of your panties. Him getting himself free on his sweatpants and boxers. The first stretch. Then pause. Then the re-enter. It's all flashes--like the shutter of a film camera capturing the moment the blink when the world ceases to exist as Calum snaps his hips into yours. And snap isn't even the right word as he's carefully and steadily pushing in and pulling out of you.

It's all slow motion and silent as Calum watches your jaw fall slack. And he knows he should be hearing the way you're panting and no doubt encouraging him. But he's swallowing in the details of your face--the mole and freckles, the texture to your skin, the small smile you give and that's how he knows you're getting closer and closer to your release.

"I love you," you hum.

Calum just barely catches the confession as time speeds back up. There's a new song playing. He's panting just as much as you are. And it's not the first time you've said it to each other. But it's how softly you say it, as if you don't want it to be heard by anyone else. Though no one else can hear it.

Calum slows his pace, not quite stopping, but definitely slower than where he was before. "I love you." He omits the 'too' because it's not in tandem, or reliant on your love. He loves you in all sense of it being present and of his own will.

You kiss him this time, as much as you can. And in the midst of the kiss, your orgasm washes over you. It makes you shudder and it's helped by the way Calum clings to you, as if everything would shatter if he let you go.

The squeeze of you causes a stutter in Calum's pace and you hold tight as you can around him. He comes not too long after with a hiss and grunt into the skin of your neck. And even with the playlist still going strong, the only thing you can focus on is the way that Calum breathes heavily and the way you're trying to steady your own breathing too.

There's a couple more kisses. Calum rests his head onto your shoulder, his heart still strumming hard in his chest. He squeezes at your waist. You hum and drop your head back as much as you can into him as well. "Awkward clean up time?" you joke.

He laughs, though for a moment he has to shakes head to keep himself together. "You okay?"

"Never better," you return.

"Well, until you get your cookies."

"I didn't think I was comparing you to the cookies," you joke. "Feels a bit unfair to you."

Calum scoffs though he laughs too. "Fuck off."