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souperbloom · 3 months

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hey! i love your ash and luke one shots so i was wondering if maybe we can get a soft dom cal? something like he comes home late from a studio session and you get mad because you had plans for that night, so he begs for forgiveness by eating you out lol

i love your brain anon. this one was fun as hell.

enjoy some soft!dom cal <3 xoxo

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apologies. [C.H.]

🎸boyfriend!cal

the ask pretty much told y’all everything you need to know. kissy.

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, angst if u squint, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk/praise, squirting.

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"Are you guys fuckin’ coming, or what?"

"Yeah, just— gimme’ another hour. We’ll be there…"

"Swear?"

"Fuckin’ swear, Ang."

You were lying.

You knew damn well you were lying. And so did your best friend, Angie.

Also known as; the one on the phone, that had been pestering you about your plans to go out for the last three hours.

You’d been stalling for a third of that time, which you weren’t proud of. These plans had been made weeks in advance and the only thing stopping you from just getting up and leaving right now was your rather untimely boyfriend.

Calum was the type to let time slip right through his fingers. He was terrible at managing how he spent that time, let alone keeping an eye on the clock. Especially when he was at the studio with the boys.

So you weren’t surprised when he had told you he’d be home to get changed at 10:30— yet now, it was well past midnight.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you toss your phone on the side of the couch. Your long sleeve ‘going out’ top was riding up your back and furthering the anger that was boiling right through you.

"Fuckin’ hell, Cal…" You mumble to yourself, talking into open air with nobody to reprimand, nobody to yell at and let off steam.

You were alone.

The clock on the cable box blinked 12:32. An hour and a half later than the original time of your plans. You were about ready to storm out of your apartment and leave a long, shitty note for Cal to read about just how angry he had made you; but you knew deep down that you’d have a better time with him at your side. You loved him, for fuck’s sake.

Too damn much, sometimes.

Just when you thought a little too hard about putting your shoes on, you hear the familiar sound of keys rattling against the door. It was more frantic than usual; most likely due to the sweaty hands that were manning them.

You snap your head around to watch the door bust open, revealing your panting boyfriend who had probably just run up the five flights of stairs it took to get to your apartment.

He was never a fan of waiting for the elevator.

"Hi, hi, baby— hi— I’m— I’m here, I’m here." An exasperated chuckle laces through your boyfriend’s words as he tried with all of his might to kick the door closed and take his coat off at the same time.

But you just sat there. Your legs crossed, your arms folded— the most scornful, disapproving gaze in your eye.

"You’re late, Cal," you say, disdain rattling off your tongue like a viper.

"I— I know, baby. Fuck, I’m sorry. Lost track of time… fuckin’ around when I shouldn’t have been. But— I’m here now. I’m here."

His words were coming out jumbled and frantic, while still running around like a chicken with its’ head cut off. He had ventured towards the kitchen island, dropping his keys and taking off his beanie that shielded him from the crisp fall winds.

His cheeks were glowing red, still laminated with the sweat it took to get him up five flights of stairs. Yet he hadn’t even made eye contact with you.

"We made these plans weeks ago." You try your best at remaining stern with him, sitting still.

"I know, I know, I know, I know…" Calum was now migrating towards your bedroom, his voice growing faint and trailing off as he exited. You watched the empty hallway; the sounds of rummaging through drawers, opening and slamming them shut was already pissing you off more than you’d like to admit. Your leg was bobbing impatiently now, trying to think of any kind of way to cool yourself off before you burst into flames.

Or, tears.

"Cal—." Your voice cracks slightly, to no response.

"Calum." You try again, a bit louder this time.

His head finally pops around the corner of the door frame. "What?"

"Just—" Your sentence breaks with a sigh, dropping your head into your hand as you pinch the bridge of your nose, "—forget it."

"What?" He steps out into the hallway completely, dropping his hands to his sides.

"Forget it, Cal… I-I don’t even wanna’ go anymore."

The clothes that were once in his hands drop to the hardwood floor as he rushes over to you on the couch.

"Hey,” he tries to console, "don’t say that."

"What’s the point? We’re already two hours late! Angie’s one phone call away from ripping my goddamn head off!" You can’t help but huff, dropping your head into your hands.

"Y/N, I’m really sorry." Calum voice rings soft, and sweet— but there was nothing more that you wanted to do than wring out his fucking neck.

"Just— drop it, Calum. I’m already in a shitty mood."

You hated being so mean.

Each time you yelled at him was like the snapping of one of your heart strings. But despite that tightness in your chest, he needed to know how much this affected you. Whether you liked it or not.

Calum stays quiet for a moment, seemingly nervous to say the wrong thing or misstep. He was always so cautious with you, never picking a fight. Even though you’ve picked many.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He asks, squatting down to be level with your sunken face.

"No."

"I could… run you a bath?"

You shake your head. "Nuh uh."

"I could make you dinner?"

"I already ate."

When you peek out from between your fingers, you notice Calum’s lips pushed to the side. He braces his hands on your knees, still crouching and trying to get some sort of read on your face.

He could tell you weren’t happy.

And he fucking hated that.

"Can I see that pretty face?"

That almost got a smile out of you, but you opted just to shake your head.

"I’m not sure how else to say I’m sorry, my girl." His thumb starts a cadence of soothing circles around the outside of your knees.

"Try saying it in French," you mumble, rubbing your tired eyes.

Calum sucks his teeth, "Ouch."

Growing impatient and just about ready for bed, you sit upright. Faced with Calum for the first time since he bust through the door.

His heather green flannel was slouching on his shoulders, looking beat up from the 10 hour day he’d spend working in the studio. His curls hung lowly over his big brown eyes, in desperate need of a trim.

It was taking everything inside of you not to grab his face and tell him how much you loved him, because in spite of all this, you still did.

He was an expert at pissing you off, and it only made you love him more.

"There’s my beautiful girl," he says upon seeing you, smiling meekly, still trying to get your spirits up.

"’Don’t feel it."

"Why not?"

"’Cause you piss me off."

Cal chuckles, squeezing your kneecaps and adjusting his squatted position.

"Can’t really argue with that."

The two of you stare at each other for a moment; the decorative string lights from behind your couch were twinkling in his chocolatey irises, and painting him out to be some sort of angel. His pretty cherub cheeks were still rosy from rushing around and quite frankly, it suited him.

You’ve fallen too damn hard.

"Y’know, I thought of another way to make it up to you."

"Yeah?" You quip, leaning back on the couch cushions.

"Mhm."

His hands were still lingering, moving up to massage your exposed thighs that were now catching a draft from your lack of movement. You had planned to wear this outfit on the day you told Angie you’d be there tonight. So the fact that you were still in it, yet not where you said you’d be, was making your blood boil.

"Gonna buy me back all the time I wasted getting ready for tonight?" You seethe lowly, trying not to sound too bitchy yet coming across as the bitchiest bitch in the world.

Calum frowns, his Doc Martens squeaking against the hardwood floor as he adjusts his posture, "You’re really good at that."

"Good at what?" You muse, chuckling through your nose.

"Firing the shit I pull right back at me. It’s sexy."

"Don’t try to butter me up, Cal. I know I’m sexy. Hence why it took me an hour and a half to get ready."

For some odd reason, your whiny complaints and moody comments towards Calum didn’t seem to be effecting him. They were bouncing off his puffed up chest like he was made of rubber. He was used to your incessant need to be on time, and how he was quite literally your antithesis.

But those witty remarks you kept throwing at him were one of the things he loved most about you. Which is why he kept egging you on.

"I’m really sorry, baby. I’m really sorry I wasted your time."

You try your hardest to bite back a smile, but it doesn’t go over well. "You should be."

Without another word, Calum is dropping down to his knees and suddenly, your heart is racing.

"Can I make it up to you," his hand creeps towards the hemline of your skirt, "like this?"

"I’ll consider it," you nod, trying to seem unbothered by your boyfriend’s large, weathered hands, "But what’s in it for me?"

"Trust me, baby. It’ll be all about you. You won’t have to move a muscle and I swear, on everything I love…"

His fingers stretch across the width of your thighs, prying open your legs with a wicked grin.

"… I’ll have your fuckin’ legs shaking like crazy within the next ten minutes."

Your face flushes, hands subconsciously gripping onto the couch cushions down at your sides at your boyfriend’s promise. He’s still gleaming up at you, waiting for your approval; he’s never the type to handle you without your permission.

"The journey to forgiveness is a long, winding road… But this is definitely a good start, Calum. Well done."

Despite your cool, agile reply, your heart continues to thump out of your ribcage when you see how your unnerving boyfriend reacts to the sound of his own name. He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply with that smile still painted onto his cheeks.

"Keep fuckin’ talking like that. See where you end up."

You scoff playfully, "Is that a threat, Mr. Hood?"

"Not a threat, my girl… It’s a promise."

His hands are dancing dangerously close to your underwear now, having crept up your skirt without you even noticing. But you hadn’t a care in the world. You were merely turned on by the sight of him, so eager to please you. So ready for your forgiveness.

"Fuck, you’re good," you groan, letting a whimper slip past as well, "Show me how sorry you really are, then."

In no time, Calum is leaving a sultry trail of kisses up your thigh. You hiss at the feeling of his cool lips against you; having not felt them since the last time the two of you fucked. Which was about four days ago.

He had been quite busy in the studio with the band’s upcoming album, so times like these were a novelty. Not like you minded much, any quality time spent with Calum was worth a million years.

And besides, he’s damn good at it. Why tamper with an already perfect system?

"I know what I said, but can you do somethin’ for me?" Your boyfriend’s head pops up from beneath your skirt with sparkly eyes.

"Mh, depends." You reply lazily.

"Wanna hear you, baby. Wanna hear that pretty voice."

"That won’t be an issue," you smile, lifting your upper half from the couch, "You may have to earn it though…"

Calum’s eyebrow quirks, looking like he’s just about ready to wipe that catty smile right off of your face.

"Since when are you the one to give orders around here?"

You sit up even further to spit back, "Since you decided to fuck around with your boyfriends and make us miss our fucking plans."

There isn’t even an opportunity for you to say any more, since Calum had decided to grip the backs of your thighs and yank you to the edge of the couch. He lifts your legs, ripping your panties off swiftly and tossing your knees over his shoulders before you can even blink.

You gasp at the sudden dynamic change, shallow breaths barely escaping your throat as your boyfriend is now heaving as well. His once angelic brown eyes had shifted to something darker.

Somebody needed to pinch you. You must be dreaming.

"Watch that mouth," he growls lowly, that soft demeanor of his slightly peeking through his cold exterior, "Not gonna tell you again."

Your face drops, now nodding like a desperate mess.

"I don’t care how sorry I am. Good girls get their way, bad girls don’t. And we both know that, don’t we my baby?"

"Yes— yes sir."

"Gonna be good for me?"

You nod again, fingernails digging into the couch cushions as his apology has not only become something you really really wanted—

It was now something you needed.

"Please, Cal. Promise… Promise I’ll be good for you."

He smiles, and a familiar warmth settles back into the pit of your stomach as he kisses both of your knees.

"That’s my fuckin’ girl."

Sweat begins to pool across your forehead when the first kiss is planted on your inner thigh. You writhe above him, patiently waiting for his mouth to travel down to where you needed it to be.

But patience runs thin in moments like these, especially since Calum was such a fucking tease.

"Cal, baby— please…"

Another couple of kisses later and you’re still feeling unfulfilled. At this point, his head was so far deep into your skirt that you could only see the frosty tips of his unruly curls. He hears your plea, nodding slowly.

"Getting there, pretty. Getting there…"

A shock wave zaps your spine the moment he makes contact with your clit. Your body jolts, feeling the slow rhythm of his tongue toying with your sensitive bud.

"Jesus fuck—" You sigh, trying to fulfill the promise of letting him hear you while simultaneously trying to lasso your head back onto your shoulders.

Calum hums happily, which sends another wave of flutters down your body. You were so damn sensitive, and your boyfriend knew it too. But when his head was between your legs, he never seemed to think, or care about anything else.

He flattens his tongue against your dripping slit, making sure to move slowly and pay attention how long it took him to drag his tongue from one part, to the next. You’re still wriggling around, but Cal’s got his arms locked around your thighs.

You couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.

"Just— just like that, baby… Keep— keep doing that."

The blood rushes to your head when he finds that particularly sweet spot with the tip of his tongue; he’s moaning, you’re moaning, it was like a symphony of desperate pleas. Your hands fly to meet his head, fingers getting tangled in his chocolatey curls as he starts to use his nose in cohesion with his tongue.

"Fuck me, you’re magic, Cal…"

He hums again. Of course, he agrees. He knows he’s the only one who could ever make you feel this way, and he was damn proud of it.

Apology: accepted.

But you wouldn’t tell him that.

That familiar crash of adrenaline was beginning to wash over you, your stomach began twisting in knots as each tug of Calum’s hair produced more and more pressure onto your pussy. He was chipping away at you, collecting your juices onto his tongue and savoring each and every flavor of you. By the sounds he was making, you could only assume that he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

"Cal, baby… I’m close. Gonna’ cum… gonna’ cum really soon."

You say the magic words. Your lower half was already preforming backflips at only the flick of his tongue, but that euphoria heightened when he took it upon himself to pop his head up and start using his fingers instead.

He dips one finger inside of your dripping heat, his face slicked with your wetness as he finds your eyes for the first time since he started. Your mouth hangs open, trying your hardest to keep the eye contact as he begins to speak.

"Forgive me, baby? I’m really, really, really sorry."

You nod wearily through a breathy moan, attempting to stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head.

"Y—yes… Yes Cal, I—"

Your sentence is cut short by the feeling of a second finger entering you, curling up to brush against that sweet spot with each new stroke.

"Yes what? You forgive me? Say it like you mean it, my girl… I know you can do it."

His taunting words pull another moan from your throat. He’s still looking at you with hooded eyes, enjoying every second of watching you fall apart. You weren’t sure what had gotten into your sweet boy tonight, but you definitely didn’t mind it.

"Yes. Yes, baby— I— I forgive you," you breathe, that swirling feeling in the pit of your stomach ready to burst, "I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you…"

Calum nods, his teeth sunk deeply into his bottom lip as he watches the obscene ways of your impending orgasm. If he was more honest with himself, your face alone could’ve had him coming on the spot. But he would never admit that. You always came first.

"Yeah? You mean it?" He asks another question. You swore this was some sort of game.

"Yes baby, I— I mean it—!"

Your breathing picks up, Calum’s fingers now moving a bit sloppily, yet keeping that steady rhythm that was driving you up the walls. The pressure building in your lower half was unfamiliar, drawing quick confusion out of you mere seconds before your orgasm.

"Cal, wait— I—"

Alarm bells were blaring in your head, now that Calum had taken his other, freer hand to press his palm flat onto your stomach. He knew what was coming, but you didn’t have a clue.

"Let it go for me, my girl. Let me hear it. Fuckin’ give it t’ me."

Not only does your orgasm rip through your body like a whip cracking down onto pavement, a new sensation was felt the moment Cal told you to let go. A spurt of wetness coats his fingers and the lower half of his face, bringing you to immediately go stark white.

Your chest is heaving, coming down from the high that your boyfriend had just whipped you through. He beat the clock and kept his promise, that’s for damn sure.

"What just— what the fuck. What the fuck, Cal?" You giggle through the comedown, watching Calum triumphantly admire his digits that were now soaked with you. The feeling of you. The taste of you.

"Think you just accepted my apology in more ways than one, baby," your beau chuckles, wiping his face with the back of his fist.

"I can’t believe I just did that," you mumble meekly, now slightly self-conscious as you realized what had just occurred.

Calum scoffs with a shrug, "I can, are you kidding? I knew you had it in you. And all it took was me fucking up to get it out."

"Don’t put it like that," you cringe, scrunching your nose, "Makes it weird."

Calum then begins a slow rhythm of massaging your thighs, something he always does whenever you’re coming down from one of your highs.

"Okay. Won’t make it weird. But let me ask you this— are you still mad?"

You raise your eyebrows, still flustered, watching him lean upward to rest his elbows on your legs. His flannel was in a disarray, as were his curls; you were so wrapped up in admiring him that the thought of anger never even crossed your mind.

"Mad about what?" you ask innocently.

"Mhm," he hums, before leaning in to peck you gently on the lips, "Exactly."

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#calum 5sos #calum hood smut #5sos smut #5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer #soupster requests #5sos #calum hood #calum hood fanfic

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lovebombs4life · 7 months

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"Why should I wear anything at all if you're going to tear it off?" With Luke PLEASE

beach day - l.r.h

a/n: thank you for the request anon! on a different note, i got my lip pierced yesterday and holy shit does it hurt like a bitch.

cw: SMUT SMUT SMUT. contains content for audiences 18+. includes swearing, slight choking, praise, dom!luke, fem!reader, oral (m), p in v sex.

NOT PROOF READ

MINORS DNI. 18+!!!!

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the hot summer sun beat down on all of us sitting on the beach. as much as i loved the summer and being at the beach, i did not want to be here when it was hotter than hell.

ashton could’ve chosen any other day of the year to go to the beach but no, we all had to go today on the hottest day of the year. not to mention that luke looked incredibly sexy, as per usual, but with the sun shining down on him, he looked good enough to eat.

i sat in my beach towel, still wearing my long cover up shirt. i finally threw it off, grabbing my bottle of sunscreen. luke had been in the middle of laying out his towel, and i could hear him take a deep breathe as i threw my shirt to the side.

you’d think after dating for five years he’d be used to seeing me in a swimsuit, but everyday with him feels like the first.

he sat down on his towel before laying down on his stomach. i had to clench my thighs together seeing him like that. what can i say, im a whore for his back muscles. plus, you could still see some of the light scratch marks i had left on him the other day.

i put my head down in my hands, squeezing my eyes shut. i needed to get my head out of that space before i tried climbing on him then and there.

“you alright, y/n/n?” luke questioned with his head turned towards me. i nodded quickly and smiled at him. “of course! just really hot out.” i reassured him.

he smiled as he sat up to face me. “are you sure darling? seems like theirs something on your mind?” he pressed with a smirk on his face. my mind was screaming at me to give in to him and tell him already that i just wanted to go home and fuck him, but i wanted to do some teasing too.

i nodded my head again, standing up to go to the water where most of our friends already were. “hey y/n! nice of you to join us!” crystal teased me.

“oh shush. luke is being kind of a pain.” i said lowly. she raised her eyebrow, indicating she wanted to know more. i glanced back at luke, seeing that he was walking over to the group to hangout with the boys.

“he knows he has an affect on me of course. after five years we still act like we’ve never touched each other, and like we’re starved for touch.” i explained.

“ohhhh, okay so you’re horny and he knows but you don’t want to do anything cause we’re in public?” she questioned louder than i had hoped.

“shush! i don’t need everyone in the damn beach hearing, crystal!” i panicked. she threw her head back laughing, thinking it was hilarious. i rolled my eyes at her.

“you’re lucky i don’t push you into the water.” i spoke. she kept giggling as we made our way to the boys who had been splashing at each other.

calum was wrestling with michael as luke and ash just watched, laughing their asses off. i stood back a few feet so i wouldn’t get drenched. but of course, things couldn’t go my way. luke grabbed me quickly before running farther into the water and dropping me in.

when i resurfaced he was running away to go back to the sand. “you’re not getting away with this!” i yelled at him, swimming back to the land. i chased after him, holding down my chest as i did so. i knew as it is, my ass was almost completely showing as my bottoms had wedged their way up.

he had turned around and ran back to our towels, and i followed behind him. he had finally stopped and sat on the towels, catching his breath. “i couldn’t take running anymore, especially seeing how sexy you look in that bikini.” he whispered in my ear, grabbing my thigh. i giggled a bit.

“want to make an excuse to get out of here?” i questioned. his eyes widened, not thinking i was serious. “really? what would we even say?” he asked. i shrugged.

“say that my ankle started to hurt after running after you.” i shrugged. he nodded and stood up to tell our friends we’d be leaving. i started throwing our things in our beach bag. when luke returned he grabbed my swimsuit coverup and handed it to me. “why’d you give this to me? could’ve thrown it in the bag.” i told him.

“i just thought you’d want to get covered before walking back to the car.” he explained. i got closer to him, grazing his ear with my lips.

“why should i wear anything at all if you’re going to tear it off?” i teased. he threw his head back slightly, groaning quietly. i smirked, knowing i was in for it.

we walked back to the car quickly, throwing our things in the trunk. i settled myself into the passenger seat as luke started the car. immediately his hand was trailing up my thigh. i shuddered as he grew closer to my heat.

“nothing to say now that we’re alone? not gonna be a tease?” he taunted. i shook my head quickly, hoping he’d go further. “use your words, darling.”

“no, nothing to say, just want you.” i breathed out as he started to rub me through my swimsuit. i looked over at him, seeing his hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. i could see the veins in his hand, wishing those gorgeous things were wrapped around my throat.

i shifted my legs so he could have more access from where he was. just as i thought it was going to go further, he pulled his hand away. i whined at the loss of contact. “no whining baby, just a few more minutes then we’re home.” he comforted.

i wasn’t one to listen, and whined again anyway. “do that again and you won’t cum for a week.” he spoke sternly this time. my eyes went wide, and i went quiet.

“yeah that shut you up real quick, is that right my sweet girl.” he praised. “yes.” i spoke softly. “yes? yes what baby?” he asked.

“yes sir.” i groaned. his smirk grew wide. we pulled into the driveway, scrambling to get out of the car. once at the front door, like quickly unlocked the door before throwing his keys on the side table. he pressed me to the door, holding my hips.

he went at my neck, licking and sucking lightly. i threw my head back at the feeling. he trailed his fingers down my waist, pulling my bikini bottoms down painfully slow. “please, please don’t tease lu.” i begged.

he lifted his head from my neck, looking down at me with a dark smile. “such a good girl for me. didn’t even ask you to beg.” he kissed me softly. once he pulled away, he pulled my bottoms from my legs, and went to untying my top.

his hips pinned me to the door, allowing me to feel how hard he was. “please luke, please no teasing baby i just need you, i want to make you feel good.” i pleaded. he let out a deep breath, squeezing my breasts as he threw my top on the floor.

i moved my hands down to the draw string of his swim trunks, untying it quickly. “want you so bad.” i said, lowering to my knees as i drug his shorts down his legs. his dick sprung out, the tip leaking with pre-cum. he stepped from his shorts kicking them to the side.

i grabbed his length, kitten licking the tip. i watched him through my lashes, seeing him throwing his head back. his hands found their way into my hair, gripping on to me. “feels so good, fuck, such a good girl.” he spoke, thrusting his hips forward a bit.

i gagged as his dick went down my throat. i breathed in, shoving him as far as i could take him. as i did so, he let out a loud moan. i pulled back from him, still pumping him. saliva hung from my lip as i smiled up at him.

“taste so good sir, love making you feel good, love your moans.” i breathed. he put a hand against my throat, squeezing slightly.

i moaned at the pressure and let one of my hands fall down to my dripping heat. before i could get any further, he helped me stand up, and lifted me up, bringing me to our bedroom.

he laid me down, rubbing his hands up and down my body. “so beautiful, darling.” he praised, kissing my body.

he spread my thighs, licking close to my clit. i moaned as he ran his fingers against my slit. i pushed my hips forward, allowing his fingers to slip in slightly. he held my hips down with his other hand.

“just wanna taste you a bit, get you ready for me.” he spoke, looking up at me from between my thighs. i shook my head fast. “just want you, don’t need you to get me ready. already so wet for you, sir, just need your cock.” i begged.

he groaned, grabbing his dick and sliding it against my entrance. he pushed in slowly, causing me to moan loudly. “doing so good for me, begging and being such a little slut for my cock.” he spoke, sucking on one of my tits.

his pace quickened, causing my eyes to roll back. “fuck, y/n, feel so fucking good. so wet, so tight, ugh, think youd be used to my cock already after fucking you so good.” he moaned. i let out a high pitched sound as he grabbed my thighs hard, pounding into me.

“oh fuck, i- gotta, ohh, gotta cum sir.” i moaned, trying to keep my composure. he forcefully snapped his hips into me, dragging one hand down to my clit, rubbing quick circles.

i let out a pornographic sound as he slammed into me. i clenched around him, my breathing becoming shorter. “go on baby, come on. cum for me, my sweet girl.” he encouraged, squeezing my throat.

i felt him twitch inside me, knowing he was close too. i kept clenching against him, letting my thighs shake as i moaned from the pleasure. his hips started stuttering, but kept his pace.

“fucking hell, oh shit!” he spoke as i felt his cum paint my walls. he pulled out, letting his fingers collect mine and his cum. he brought his fingers to my lips, and i opened for him, sucking everything off his fingers.

he sighed, taking in the sight. removing his fingers from me, luke laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “god you’re perfect, y/n.” he spoke, pressing a kiss to my head.

“i suggest that you never wear a shirt ever again and just let me look at your back muscles.” i laughed.

“yeah? maybe i will if this is what the end result will be.”

#5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagines #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #5sos5 #5sos #luke 5sos #luke hemmings smut #michael 5sos #calum 5sos #ashton 5sos #5sos fanfic #the 5sos show tour #requested

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vasattope · 10 months

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Calum + Rabbits + flowers/plants, requested by @1loulu5

#Thank you Rory #your request gave me sweet Calum vibes #and this is the result #i hope you like it!!#calum hood #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos moodboard #my moodboard #moodboard

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lockscreenxd · 3 months

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bloodhound (5sos) lyrics as a lockscreen? just if you feel like it i'd be keen to see if you've done it/what you come up with

Lockscreens 6439-40 | Request

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I made some with photos from the tour. If you want other options, let me know. Hope you like them

#lockscreenxd #lockscreen #wallpaper #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos5 #bloodhound #5sos bloodhound #blue #the 5sos show tour #5 Seconds of summer show #request #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford

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nicksbestie · 8 months

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I had a brilliant idea for cal the other day but I wasn't sure if I wanted to ask but since you said you needed more cal reqs I got you !!

cal writes a song he's super excited about but nervous to share w the guys so he shares it with you and you encourage him to bring it to the guys bc obviously it's amazing

Moodswings

word count : 1102

warnings : mentions of anxiety

enjoy!

Songwriting is hard.

Writing the song itself is already a challenge, and it only gets harder when you have to gain the approval of other people before you can release it, and then you have the stress and pressure of wondering if other people will like it enough to listen to it, and promote it. It’s a long process that’s incredibly difficult on your mind, especially if you’re writing something vulnerable. And when you’re working with a band and other producers, that’s at least three approving opinions you have to gain. So, it’s pretty nerve wracking to present an idea.

These were the thoughts going through Calum’s mind as he stared down at the paper he’d been scribbling on for the past few hours, trying to put something together that he would like. All of the other guys had already worked on something amazing, Luke had written one of their singles, “Take My Hand”, Michael had come up with a gut wrenchingly sad but beautiful melody for “Emotions”, and Ashton was in the process of working on “Tears!”. Calum felt like he had to come up with something to match their level of intelligence, and for the first time in a while, he was doubting his lyrical ability.

Of course, nobody else in the room doubted him. They all knew that Calum had a wonderful mind, and whatever he wanted to produce, it would be great. But they also knew that he got into his own head, way too much sometimes, and it caused a lot of that creative process to grind its gears and get stuck for a while until it came back. And that could last hours, days, weeks, or months for him. They weren’t on a time crunch with this album, but they could tell that Calum felt pressured to push something out at the same speed that they were, and neither of them wanted that to happen. If he pushed himself to get something out quickly, the quality of it wouldn’t be where he wanted it to be, and he wouldn’t be happy with it overall.

The studio session felt successful for everyone, except Cal. He felt that everyone else had been productive, but he hadn’t. He had helped write on some of the other songs, but nothing really big on his own, and that felt like a major setback for him. Everyone walked out of the studio feeling great except for him, but he attempted to not let it show. However, when he got home to you, he dropped the facade and just wallowed in his feelings for a bit. You weren’t an idiot, walking over to sit next to him on the couch, gently hugging him but not pushing him to talk.

“If you want to talk about it, I’m here. If not, I’m still here. I love you, and whatever it is, will be okay.”

He softly smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. You could tell it was forced, and softly frowned until he relaxed the mask. He sighed, seeing that you didn’t believe him. Of course, he didn’t expect you to, knowing that you knew him too well, but he gave it a feeble shot anyways.

“I just feel disappointed in myself.”

You had a gentle look of sympathy on your face, understanding the feeling all too well.

“Why’s that?”

He lifted and dropped his shoulders, another sigh escaping his lips as he leaned more into your touch.

“Everyone else got so much done today, amazing lyrics, really. And I couldn’t get anything good down except a few stanzas. Nothing good enough to present to the rest of them. Nowhere close.”

You hummed, having been with Calum long enough to know the double meaning behind his words.

“You couldn't get anything done that you liked? Or anything done that you thought everyone else would like? There’s a difference, love.”

He glared at you, but there was no heat behind it. He knew you’d see straight through his words, understanding and reading between the lines. He knew he’d been caught, but he still acted like he had to think about it before replying.

“Nothing that I thought everyone else would like. I liked it, though.”

You smiled, a soft laugh, no cruelty in it, echoing through the room.

“That’s what I thought, babe. You do this a lot, you psych yourself out, and your lyrical ability is amazing. You believe so lowly in yourself, and I can’t believe it sometimes, because you are so talented. Would you like to show me what you have written?”

He had a gentle look on his face, not a smile, but not a grimace. He knew it was entirely his choice to show you, you’d never pressure him, and he did want to share it, he was just nervous. So, he pushed those feelings down, and pulled up a photograph of the paper he’d written. You zoomed in, reading the first paragraph words written in Cal’s handwriting.

I can tell by the look in your eyes

That you don't wanna fight on a Friday night

Livin' my life, lookin' from the outside

I hope you don't mind that I ruined our time

I can tell by the look in your eyes

That you just wanna get on a one-way flight

'Cause you don't ever trust this mind of mine

You're watchin' me lie when I say that I'm fine

Without you

I don't even know myself (Know myself)

Through bloodshot eyes, the sky is fallin'

And I just wanna fuckin' push you away, away (Push you away)

Without you

You looked up at Calum, stopping after the second paragraph, the chorus. He was watching you with nervous eyes.

“Babe, this is amazing. I see no reason that anyone would ever say this isn’t good. You should absolutely show this to the guys if you love it, okay? I fully believe they’ll love it too.”

His eyes were showing hope, but his face looked like he didn’t want to believe you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

You were sure, and Calum trusted you with his whole heart. The next studio day, he took your advice, having added another verse, and let the rest of the band see what he’d come up with. And just like you’d said, they loved it. Luke helped him write the bridge, and Ashton tweaked a few things, but Calum got the majority of the writing credits, and it was automatically decided to be on the album bonus tracks, track number fifteen. Everyone was so proud of his writing, and he, finally, believed it as well.

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hideitaway · 1 year

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but if shit hits the fan we’re not alone, ‘cause you’ve got me and you know that i’ve got you

requested by @chamaleonsoul 💚

#look at the little cow with the rainbow behind it it’s so adorable #I think I like this one the most it’s just kinda cute and we have the little duckies and the cat and it’s just adorable ☺️#ashton #luke #5sos #moodboard #michael #ashton irwin #calum #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #my moodboards #5sos moodboard #requests

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ghost-of-you · 2 years

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Anna’s 2k Celebration:

Youngblood Era Calum for @lxnelyhearrt

#5sos #stage 5sos #ch #5sosedit #my edit #annas 2k celebration #flashing tw #i love this set with my whole being sokaoskaoksoaks #did I get carried away? yes #does this prove i have no self control? also yes #but i love it #thank you kyrie this was an amazing request #long post #this request was my kryptonite actually #insane #5 seconds of summer #calum hood

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ijustdontlikepeople · 1 year

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🦚 Cashton as requested by @sunfleursky for emoji edits

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malumsmermaid · 6 months

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5sos - "Let's all wear red and not tell Calum"

Calum, probably, "I'm wearing red underwear"

Calum glanced at his bandmates as they all prepared to go onstage for tonight’s show. Even though they were all dressed in their own individual style, the whole band was wearing red it appeared, at least, the whole band except for him.

‘Jokes on them,’ he thought to himself with a smirk as they all climbed up onto the platform behind Ash’s drum kit.

Far too soon the show was over, all four men waving goodbye and bowing to the sea of fans screaming their names. Calum walked off stage, pulling the bottom of his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his brow. They all went back to the green room where Michael unceremoniously draped himself over the couch. Luke and Ashton both grabbed bottles of water, chugging them while Calum plotted his reveal.

“Thought you boys could plan to wear red without telling me, huh?” He teased.

The other three men stared at each other in apparent surprise, apparently having not noticed their individual choices tonight.

“That’s ok,” Calum said, slowly shimmying out of his pants, “Didn’t feel too left out.” He winked as his pants hit the floor, revealing his bright red boxer briefs.

All four men began cackling, Ashton chucking a bottle at Calum, “Get your pants back on.”

“Or don’t!” Luke and Michael voiced, sending the group into a deeper fit of laughter.

#anon #don’t know if this is what you wanted but that’s where my brain went #requests #??? i think #5sos #Calum hood #Michael Clifford #ashton irwin #Luke hemmings

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merry-the-cookie · 2 years

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3F for Micheal please?!💜

theyre going to school

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #artsos #my art #sORRY TO ANYONE WHO REQUESTED THIS FIT GJGKDKJF #probably not what u wanted but #honestly i 1) didnt really wanna make a serious drawing of any of them in that outfit (sorry)#2) couldnt let go of that thought once i had it fjdjHDJDHD #art meme

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caketopics · 5 months

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♔ finding the other wearing their clothes + yk who<3 ?

you keep his shirt (he keeps his word)

Cake prompt

years later, for ana <3

#i am back friends :)#i hope this was okay ana #feel free to request more fics yall #5sos #cake #luke hemmings #calum hood #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #michael clifford #5sos fic #cake fic #my fic #tumblr prompts #ao3 #cake 5sos #cake hoodings

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lovebombs4life · 7 months

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3. “It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that.” and 6. “You’re the reason why I believe in love, you know?” with Luke proposing 🥺🥺🥺

love of my life - l.r.h.

requested: yes! this is so freaking cute dude thank you for the request!!

a/n: i started writing this when i was in math class and then it didn’t save at all so i have to start from scratch 🤩 also, keep sending in requests!

cw: none. super fluffy :)

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to say that luke was acting weird lately was an understatement. he had been hanging out with the boys a lot, especially michael. i had no issue with that, but he would stay there late into the night, and when he got home he would pull me close and whisper sweet nothings to me as i fell asleep.

he’d also been waking up to make me breakfast, and bring it to me in bed. it may seem like i’m complaining, but knowing who luke is, he never wakes up early. i’m always up before him, not the other way around.

luke has left the house today about an hour after i started working. i worked from home, and the lucky part about that is if i got done early, i could clock out. i had already known i was going to be done early, as i had worked extra yesterday.

this weekend was my first weekend off in a while, and i had gotten a schedule change so that i didn’t have to work weekends anymore. i had shut down my computer, stretching as i stood up. i walked to luke and i’s shared bedroom, finding a beautiful pale blue dress laying on the bed, with a note sat on top of it. i gasped at the sight, picking up the note.

i opened it to see luke’s handwriting scrawled on the page.

y/n, i knew you’d be getting off work early today. put on the dress and head to the bathroom to get ready, and where your next note will be.

love, luke

i smiled at his written words, quickly undressing before slipping on the dress. i took my hair down, walking into the bathroom. his next note was taped to the mirror. it read that once i’m done getting ready, grab my keys and head to michael’s home.

i grabbed my eyeliner and mascara, carefully doing my makeup, as to not mess it up. i brushed out my hair, curling it slightly. i slid on a pair of socks, slipping on my doc martens.

i grabbed my keys off the counter, locking the door as i left the house. once i got to my car, i started getting nervous. i didn’t know what luke had planned, and i didn’t know what to expect.

i arrived to michael’s house, not seeing a car in sight. i knit my eyebrows together in confusion, but brushed it off. i walked to the front door, knocking. no answer. i tried again, ultimately deciding to try and open the door. it swung open with easy, introducing me to the darkness in the house.

there were candles trailed across the floor, slightly illuminating the way. i admired the rose petals on the floor, giggling at the cheesiness. the trail ended at the glass sliding door, leading my back outside. i pulled it open, seeing a small table set up to my right side.

luke was stood there, waiting for me. i smiled at him, getting closer to him. he pulled me into a hug, giving me a soft kiss. “you look gorgeous, y/n.” he complimented.

i looked down, blushing. “thank you, lu. you look handsome yourself.” i giggled as he pulled my chair out for me. i sat down, watching him sit across from me.

suddenly calum and ash walked out from the house, carrying a plate and a bottle of wine. i laughed at them, seeing them dressed as waiters. they said hello, pouring both of us wine.

ashton set the plates down infront of us. i gasped to see my favorite food in front of me. the boys went back inside, leaving luke and i alone once more.

“is this why you’ve been at michael’s house so much?” i laughed at him. he nodded, smiling.

“d’you like it?” he asked, worried it was too much.

“it’s wonderful, luke.” i said, digging into my plate. we ate together, talking about what we’ve been up to. luke told me about new music him and the others have been writing and producing.

i went on about my work, glad i didn’t have to work weekends anymore. once we finished eating, calum returned to take our plates away.

“what’s all this for, luke?” i asked, still unsure of what he had planned. he just smiled, standing up and grabbing my hand. he walked me over to the small gazebo in michael’s backyard, holding me close. soft music started playing as he spun me around.

“can’t appreciate my beautiful girl?” he asked. i smiled up at him.

“i’m not complaining, just wondering.” i said, pressing my head to his chest. he placed his head atop mine, still swaying to the soft music.

he pulled back from me, holding onto my hands. “y/n, you’re the reason i believe in love, yknow?” he asked. i blushed, my heart fluttering.

“since i’ve met you, i always knew that you’re the one for me. it’s always been you, and it always will be you. the way your eyes light up when you’re excited, and your soft smile, it pulled me in, and i felt like i was intoxicated.

i’ve always held you close to my heart, and i always will. even when we’re a million miles apart, or when i’m on stage, you’re always on my mind. i’ve spent the last two weeks planning all of this, making sure it’s perfect. even now, i’m worried it’s not enough, or that it’s too much.

y/f/n, i want to spend the rest of my life with you. you’re the love of my life,” he spoke, getting down on his knee. i gasped, feeling my heart pounding. my eyes pricked with tears, not believing what i was seeing.

he shoved his hand in his pocket, pulling out a small black box, opening it.

“will you marry me?” he asked. i nodded my head aggressively. “yes, luke, god yes. you’re perfect.” i said. his smile widened, sliding the ring onto my finger. he stood up, pulling me in and kissing me. he held my face, stroking my cheek.

it felt like we were the only two people in the world, and that we were spinning around. as we pulled away, i came back to reality, hearing claps and cheering. i turned my head, laughing as i saw all our friends standing there.

luke spun me around, holding me close as we walked to our friends to celebrate.

today was the start of forever with the most perfect man ever. he was the love of my life.

#luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #5sos #5sos5 #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #luke hemmings imagines #fluff #requested

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cass1opi4 · 8 days

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Can you do one where it's muke (platonic) and the thing where they were on the tower in Korea and where Michael was really scared bc he doesn't like heights (which I know happens irl but in the thing it's the "off camera" stuff) and ashton was too busy taking pictures and calum was being dragged around by ashton so only luke was left to try to make Michael feel better about being that high up. But Michael was also kinda freaking out and not listening to luke so it wasn't helping at first and he had to keep trying for a bit

heights - muke (platonic)

THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST I LOVE IT!!

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

there were few things on the list that in life terrified michael; impending doom, the thought that all day everything he’d worked for would be futile - and heights.

every fibre of his being refused to acknowledge being so far from the ground as safe. it couldn’t be. not in his mind.

“that’s so darn pretty.” ashton stated, staring of of the window to view the rest of seoul, loving every moment of the view. “cal, mate, look at this.”

calum didn’t protest, walking up to ashton with curiosity. he loved the view, the two conversing as they began to guess things michael wished he never overheard.

the blonde fidgeted with his hands, nerves spreading through his body like wildfire, never had he been up so high - and never would he be again.

the constant thought that he would fall to his death at any given moment replayed in his mind on an endless loop. he knew he wouldnt, but the chance that he could was enough to terrify him.

he dragged his hand across his face, breath unsteady as he moved as far away from the windows as possible. which, yes, was hard - considering he was indeed surrounded by them.

the fear had doubled once he’d walked on the glass corner of lotte tower, having done so for nothing other than a silly tour video.

michael would gladly put on a facade and face his fears for his fans, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t still terrified by the act of it.

luke from afar had noticed michael’s wide-eyed panicked state, moving to put a hand on his shoulder “you okay?”

“am i fuck.” michael sighed, near shaking in fear of the thing he was doing “i didn’t think it’d be this bad.”

the lead-singer nodded, staying quiet and letting the cogs in his brain turn “well if it falls at least we’ll die together.”

michael shook his head “not helping.” he spoke, the panic instilling in him further. “god, i feel like i’m going to die.”

“you’re not going to die.” luke chuckled, dropping his face again upon receiving a glare from his friend. he clearly wasnt great at saying the right things in such a moment.

“you don’t know that!” michael shot back, wiping his palms on his jeans, the thoughts getting to him.

luke huffed “you’re fine, mike.” he smiled softly, remaining calm as possible, hoping his demeanour would calm his friend even just a small bit.

silence fell between the pair, and michael’s worry only grew, his thoughts eating at him now more than ever.

with every breath his chest felt tighter, though the thing was unnoticeable to anybody but the boy stood right next to him.

he hid his face in his hands, groaning into them, wanting nothing more than to be back on the ground floor.

“michael!” luke repeated for the hundredth time, shaking the boys shoulders. “calm down, you’re okay man.”

“but what if i’m not? this is so-“ michael was cut off mid sentence by a sigh, his eyebrows furrowing at the action.

luke shook his head “no what ifs. you’re fine, you’re safe. you hear me, mike?”

michael nodded hesitantly, luke was right before - if the tower fell at least they’d die together, right?

he remained shaky as he followed luke around the place, but he pushed the fear as far back in his mind as it could go.

once they’d come down from the tower, luke was surprised michael hadn’t started kissing the ground, his reaction to finally not being up so high more than laughable.

it was as if he was a fish seeing dry land for the first time, all but jumping up and down in happiness, grinning as he spoke to ashton about how he didn’t die.

he was so glad he didn’t die.

(this got so sloppy toward the end, and im sorry its so short, i kind of gave up because i was writing on a time crunch just before school.. um, hope it was at least readable? loved this request, but i wasnt great at executing it, sorryyy)

#muke #michael and luke #micheal clifford #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #5sos #calum hood #ashton irwin #fanfiction #fanfic #luke 5 seconds of summer #luke 5sos #micheal 5sos #foryou #request #seoul #yippie

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lovesosweeet · 6 months

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Hmm I would die over an angsty/fluff Calum (or Mikey) piece? Like you had had an argument before he left for press or tour, and you were meant to go visit him but he didn’t know for sure if you still would. But you do and it’s fluffy at the end? I know that’s very detailed haha, sorry! But something along those lines would be amazing! Xx

a/n: this request is literally from 2018 but i need a quick break from writing BLU soooo here it is. also please request things i love requests <3 i promise i won't wait 5 years to write it. this lowkey lines up a little with where we are with BLU but i did my best to make them feel different!!

It'd been three days since you and Calum fought. You both thought that it was a stupid fight over something dumb, in hindsight. You'd gone to a party over the weekend with your friends. Calum didn't come since he's on tour. An ex of yours ended up being at the same party, and since you didn't talk, you didn't mention it to Calum.

Pictures ended up on social media, Calum somehow saw them, despite not being a big social media guy. He wasn't really mad at you, just upset that you didn't tell him that you'd been in the same setting as an ex who had been so horrible to you. It wasn't jealousy, but he knows that you'd have been upset if he was spotted with an ex and he didn't tell you.

The fight snowballed, as it tends to with you two. You're both avoidant and don't always bring up the small things that bother you that the other does, but as soon as you let one thing come out, the rest come tumbling down, and then you'd both started rehashing your annoyances from the past several months.

Both of you regret letting the heat of the moment lead to you saying nasty things you didn't mean, but neither of you has apologized.

You've had three days of radio silence.

He left for tour two months ago, and you were supposed to go visit him this weekend and join the band for a week. You'd joined for the first few shows and he had come home for a few days during a break, but otherwise, it's just been phone calls, Facetimes, and text messages. You miss him. Your life has largely been the same as normal.

Work. Home. Walk Duke. Dinner. Bed. Repeat.

Calum has had the luxury of being exceptionally busy and spending time with his best friends, so while he misses you, he has far more to occupy his brain than just his feelings.

Your life has felt far emptier with him gone, and you had been looking forward to this trip, but then you weren't sure if you should go, given that you've been fighting and you think that he's upset with you still.

He's not, but he also thinks you're mad at him. It's a disconnect, and neither of you had the guts to try to remedy things.

You'd swallowed your pride, though, and boarded the flight to London without talking to him to confirm you're still welcome. He hoped you were still coming, but he didn't have the heart to ask, too scared to receive more radio silence or worse, a 'no.'

When you landed, you had planned on taking the underground to the hotel and trying to talk to Calum there, but when you got your bag from baggage claim and turned to try to find the way to the trains, a familiar face was waiting for you. Mali.

"I knew you'd come!" She cheers when you reach her, pulling you into a hug. "Here, let me get your bag."

"Mali, you didn't have to pick me up," you say, hesitantly handing her your suitcase. You could manage, but she's insistent.

"Well, I know Cal would've if he wasn't so scared to face you," she laughs. "He wasn't sure if you'd come, but I knew you wouldn't waste your plane ticket like that."

It was true. You didn't want to waste the $700 you'd spent on plane tickets or the PTO you'd used to join the tour for the week. Plus, London was one of your favorite cities. If Calum didn't want to see you, you had plenty of places to visit and restaurants to eat at.

"Well, I'm here," you say nervously.

Mali loops her arm through yours and starts walking, so you follow suit and let her guide you. "We have a car out front."

You exit the airport and find the black SUV out front, the trunk (boot) opened for your stuff already. Once you've helped Mali hoist your bag into the back, you join her in the back seat for the drive to the hotel. It's a pretty short drive, but the whole time you're nervous about facing your boyfriend.

"He's looking forward to seeing you, even if he hasn't said it," Mali mentions, as if she can sense your nerves. To be fair, she probably can, since you're picking at your nail polish that you'd just done on the plane, ruining the painstaking work you'd put in.

"I don't know, he got pretty upset the last time we spoke." Your voice is small, uncertain. It's weird. You know things are fine, but it sucks when you don't get an apology. Although, you're just as at fault as he is in this scenario.

She laughs. "Y/n, he's been beside himself since that conversation. He doesn't know if you're still mad and he didn't know how to make the situation better over text."

"He could've called," you mumble, but you felt the same. Making up is hard to do face to face, it's even harder over the phone or over text.

Mali does her best to reassure you that everything is fine for the rest of the car ride, but she fills you in on her plans for the day and says to text her if you need something to do. When you get to the hotel, she grabs your suitcase for you again and leads you inside, taking you straight to the elevator.

She guides you to a room and gives you a hug. "I'm four rooms down on the left if you need me, but I'll be heading out soon to meet up with some friends."

Then you're alone.

You take a deep breath and knock on the door.

You wait... and then nothing.

Maybe he didn't hear?

You knock again, a bit harder and a few more raps than before.

"I put the do not disturb hanger on, and I didn't order any room service, can you please—"

Calum's voice is faint at first and grows in clarity as he gets closer to the door, but he stops talking when he opens the door to find his favorite person in the entire world waiting for him.

"Y/n," he breathes. He looks relieved. He doesn't want to jump to conclusions and think that he's happy to see you, but he's at least happy that you're here and he can speak to you about the fight, face to face.

You then speak simultaneously.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—" you say.

"I'm an idiot, and I'm s—" he says.

You both laugh.

"You're not an idiot," you tell him. "I'm sorry, for all of it."

Calum nods. "I'm sorry too. I overreacted, and then I just couldn't stop myself from bringing all the other stuff up."

"No, I know. Me too."

"Maybe we should start talking about things as they come up, instead of leaving it all to come out at once."

You nod in agreement, chuckling. "Yeah, that would be good."

He smiles at you, and you both start to feel better about the whole thing. "We're good?" He asks.

Then you smile. "Yes, we're good."

That's all it takes for him to step closer to you and press his lips to yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. All of your worries melt away and you're both just happy to be together again with the argument resolved. The time apart didn't matter, and the time spent not speaking didn't either. You're both here, together, in a place that both of you love.

"Here, let's get your stuff in and then we can go explore?" Calum asks when he pulls away.

"God, yes, I need a coffee, pronto."

After you've freshened up and changed out of your plane outfit, you can Cal head out to explore London. You remember that you'd booked a timeslot at the Eye when you booked your flights and didn't cancel it when you'd had the fight. You have a couple of hours before you need to be there, so Calum takes you to visit the neighborhood they'd lived in before they toured with One Direction.

There's not a lot to see. It's a pretty residential area, and then he takes you to Portobello Road for the market. You take turns picking out different pastries and breads from vendors, not forgetting to stop for coffee at a cute shop while you browse.

"What do you think?" He asks, holding up a vintage Harley Davidson t-shirt at one of the clothing stalls.

"I think I'd steal it from you and you wouldn't get to wear it because it would always be dirty."

Calum grins, chuckling. "How about I just buy it for you?"

"No, babe, it's fine, I can buy it," you say, holding your hands out to take the shirt from him, but he won't listen. He walks up to the vendor and hands over his card, not even checking the price tag.

"See, now I bought it, so I have to be able to wear it at least once."

Ah, you think. It was a bartering tactic.

"But it's still yours!" He adds.

You roll your eyes, but accept that he will be able to wear it sometimes. You'd never deny him access to your wardrobe, since you also want access to his. You both love sharing your clothes. You've both got an affinity for vintage t-shirts, hoodies, and jackets. Calum steals your vintage Levi's jacket at least once a week when he's at home.

"Wanna head down to the Eye now?" There's still an hour before your time slot, but between the travel time and wanting to soak in the scenery while you get there.

Calum pulls you closer and hangs his arm around your shoulders, agreeing to start walking. "I'm glad you're here, love."

"I missed you," you confess.

"I missed you way more, I promise." He kisses your temple while you walk. He stops when he sees a cool mural and demands you take outfit pictures in front of it.

He's your hype man as you pose, telling you how cute you look and being a creative director at the same time, helping you look like you'd want to in the photos. He knows you inside and out, and he knows exactly which photos you won't like before you even look at them. You make him take selfies with you too, kissing his cheek in some, him kissing yours, actually kissing, and lots of silly faces.

Your fight is distant, and all is well.

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