#calum smut

[sinning5sos]

“you’re so full of yourself”

“no, baby, you’re so full of >me<“

with calum please I’m a whore for him

Cocky | Calum

Requested: Yes! Amen.

Word Count: ~2,100

Smut:  softdom!cal, oral, rough sex, doggy aftercare <3

Calum was driving the two of you back to his apartment, his fingers lightly grazing your thigh as his other hand held the wheel. It was quiet.

You weren’t sure exactly what you did, but when you tried to kiss Calum just a bit ago as the two of you got into the car, he turned his cheek to you. He wouldn’t let you kiss him when he was going to punish you later, so as soon as that happened. You knew.

You fucked up.

You were eager though. Calums night of punishments usually led to a lazy morning followed by sweet, slow sex with breakfast after. Plus, you loved being punished. You were Calums little whore when it was the two of you.

He hummed along quietly to a song playing from the speaker, and you captured his hand in yours and pulled the back of his hand up to your lips. You pressed a gentle kiss there, and he chuckled as he glanced at you, then back at the road.

“Don’t think you can fix it now Princess.” He murmured and you suppressed a smile as you let his hand fall back to your thigh. You loved his sweet touches, but you loved his rough fucks. 

The engine idled as he pulled into the driveway, and he released your thigh to turn the car off.

“Go ahead and go inside for me. Up to our room.” He instructed, leaning across the console to kiss your cheek. You nodded as you pushed out of the car, nearly tripping over your own feet as you unlocked the front door and went straight into the shared bedroom. 

With any nights like these, Calum always wanted you to strip down for him before he got in. He claimed it was because it built up the anticipation. You liked to joke back that it was because he was lazy.

That usually earned you some spankings or orgasm denial, just depended on his mood that day.

You stripped out of your dress and other clothes, and sat at the edge of the bed when he finally walked in. He shut the door behind him, and unbuttoned his sleeves as he stood in front of you.

“You were running your mouth an awful lot at game night tonight.” He muttered, his hands moving down to the clasp of his belt and you bit down on your tongue as you watched him undo it. He removed it in one swoop and pointed down in front of him. You nodded and quickly fell into position, on your knees and he moved behind you to tie your hands behind your back.

“Making quick little jokes to our friends. I think the one that caught my attention the most was that you were the one in charge in the bedroom.” Calum teased, and you felt your cheeks flush as you hadn’t realized he heard you. You had been chatting with your friends while the guys were grabbing refills, and made an innocent joke that you were the dominant one within your relationship.

“That’s right Princess, I heard that little comment. Nothing to say now?” He asked as he cocked his brow and moved back in front of you. You shook your head and eagerly pushed up off your thighs so you were closer to him.

“Good girl. Can I push you a little tonight?” He murmured, his thumb catching your jaw as he tilted your head up to look at him. You licked your lips, feeling your cunt start to drip in anticipation as you nodded.

“That’s my good girl. So hot for me, being on your knees.” He praised, and you smiled up at him as he unzipped his pants. He pushed them down slightly then he bent to press a rough kiss against yours and nipped your bottom lip as he pulled away, whispering, “Remember our word.”

Calum pulled his cock out, and pumped himself a few times before bringing it to your mouth. You opened and accepted him without complaint, and swirled your tongue around his tip. He moaned quietly and let you suck him off for a bit. You bobbed your head along his length, taking what you could and doing the best you can without using your hands.

“Breathe,” He instructed, and you took a deep breath in. He wound his hands in your hair, his fingers becoming tangled in as he started to grind his hips into you. He pressed in deeply, deeper than usual and you gagged for a second as you willed your throat to relax around him. As you choked on his cock, a victorious moan fell from his lips as his head fell back in pleasure. 

He rocked his hips slightly, now facefucking you and you looked up at him through watery eyes and adored how serene he looked. His eyes were shut tight, his lips parted and a quiet whimper fell out. He bit down on his lip then caught your gaze, and smiled down at you. He pulled out, your spit following as you were able to take a deep breath.

“So fucking hot for me. You like it when I facefuck you, don’t you?”

“Oh yes Calum. But I like when you fuck me more in my wet pussy.”

“Such a filthy mouth. I’ll have to fuck that out of you,” He murmured, and you giggled as he helped lift you up so you were now standing. He kissed you once again, his fingers tangling in your hair again as he helped back you up onto the bed. Your hands, still restrained by his belt, attempted to brace your fall onto the bed. 

“I thought about tying your legs up too, but I love it much more when you can be my flexible little slut,” He whispered in your ear as he climbed on top of you, “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded as you raised your legs in front of him, and he pushed down on your inner thighs. There was a slight burn, but he ran his hands up to your ankles, now as high as his shoulders and kissed the inside of your leg.

“Actually, I want your hands free too. Turn to the side real quick,” He instructed. You rolled to the right and he undid the belt loop and let it fall to the side of the bed as he pushed you back down onto the bed. 

“Fuck me Cal,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he dragged his fingers along your folds and then brought his hand up to his mouth.

“So fucking wet, and all you did was suck me off?” He teased, and you nodded as you stroked his cock for a second. 

He pushed inside of you, all thoughts coming to a stop at how he filled you. You breathed out as he started rocking his hips and moaned as he found the rhythm you loved.

“It feels so fucking good,” You whimpered and he chuckled as he placed his one hand on the inside of your thigh and pushed your leg further back, and his other leg gripped one of your boobs. Calum hungrily kissed you, his teeth mashed against yours and you giggled as you pulled your head back slightly.

“God who kisses like that?” You teased him, knowing that it could result in another punishment but you craved it.

“Please, you fucking love it.” Calum muttered. You rolled your eyes at him, and scratched your nails down his back. He moaned out lightly, before reaching down to kiss you again, but you turned your head at the last second.

“You are so full of yourself, aren’t you?” You whispered to him, and he chuckled.

“No but baby, you’re so full of me right now.” He murmured, his nose nudging yours and you giggled.

“Yeah, I love how your cock fills me Calum.” You breathed out, and he nodded.

“That’s what I thought Princess. Now don’t try to get an attitude again or I’ll have to teach you another lesson. Now get on your hands and knees for me.” 

You quickly followed his instructions after he pulled out, and turned your body over on the bed. You arched your back into the air, and he caressed the curve of your spine as he lifted your ass higher into the air.

“That’s a good girl for me.” He breathed out, and you smiled as you wiggled your ass slightly in front of him. He let out a quiet chuckle, then slapped your ass. You hummed at the contact, feeling his fingertips sting even after his hand was gone. 

He pushed you down further into the bed, your mouth falling open as he slammed back inside of you and you moaned loudly. 

“Still so full of me, aren’t you?” He muttered, his knee coming up beside your hips as he adjusted his position. You whimpered as you attempted a response, and he chuckled again.

“No response?”

“Fucking me too good,” You mumbled into the sheets, and you turned your head as best you could to see him smiling.

“Bet no one else fucks you like I do,” 

You couldn’t form a response, but reached your hand back to tap the outside of his thigh on the left side. A quick little three taps, y e s , and Calum gripped your hair in his hand as he pulled back roughly. Your neck was exposed to the wall, and he bent over your body to wrap his other hand around your neck. He tucked his three middle fingers into your mouth, forcing you to gag on them as he continued fucking you.

“Good fucking girl,” He grunted and your moans were shallow as your were pushed further down into the bed, “Keep taking my cock so well. You gonna cum soon?” 

“Mmm,” You whimpered around his fingers and Calum pulled his fingers out and nudged you to respond properly, “Yes Cal, I want you to cum inside of me too,”

“Fuck,” He groaned as his hands gripped your hips. He continued fucking you, his fingertips digging into your skin as your orgasm started to crash over you. Your thighs shook as you turned your head into the bed, and cried out.

“Such a good girl for me, just hold on,” He murmured as he continued fucking out his own orgasm, and you felt him cum inside of you. You hummed as he pulled out and turned your head to see behind you, loving the way that his cum dripped out from your cunt.

“What a sight,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of your ass and you wiggled your ass slightly in front of his face. He ran his hand up your ass, along your back as he moved around the bed. He cupped your cheeks and pulled your face to his and kissed you deeply.

“I love you,” He murmured, and you lazily hummed as you kissed him again.

“I love you,” You whispered and watched as he walked into the bathroom for a moment, then returned with a washcloth. He pressed the warm rag to your pussy, and cleaned up the mess that he made while you sat there contently.

His fingers slowly dragged along the outside of your cunt, and down your thighs and inner legs. He hummed quietly with each gentle swipe and threw the rag into the hamper by the closet.

“Lay down baby,” He prompted, and you nodded as you let your legs fall out beneath you. You felt the slight burn from being stretched earlier and from holding that position, but you loved that burn. You brought your arms underneath your head to support it and turned to keep watching him move around the room. He lit a candle, your favorite one, and you breathed in the scent deeply as you felt your body relaxing so quickly.

He grabbed your lotion from the bedside table, and straddled your lower back as he rubbed the lotion into your hands. His palms pushed down onto your shoulder blades as they massaged down your arms. He then scooted himself down and applied more lotion to your back, then your ass, then down your legs to your feet.

“Go ahead and sleep baby, I’m going to write for a bit,” He murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead as he walked around the bed again.

“You wore me out,” You whispered, still lying facedown on the bed, your eyelids starting to droop. 

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[riya-kaur]

calum thomas hood

summary: everyone knows about the crush you and calum have on each other, but still, the two off you brush it off. calum thinks hiding his feelings by acting differently will help him get over you, but it doesn't.

cw! swearing!

eight years.

part two!

december had quickly approached by, which meant soon it would be everyone's favourite holiday: christmas.

this year, you had decided to tag along to a ski retreat with ashton, mali-koa, and your absolute favourite person in the world- calum hood.

you had first heard about this weekend trip on thanksgiving, when everyone had gathered round michael's to celebrate his newborns' first thanksgiving.

after your interest was peaked, you decided to ask if you could tag along, and ashton and mali jumped with joy accepting, whereas calum stayed stone-cold.

so nearly a month had passed, the car that was parked outside your house, honking impatiently.

"fuck" you muttered as you sat on your suitcase, hoping to press down some of the weight. your hands pulled at the zipper, you let out a sigh as you continued to tug on it.

"you're gonna break it" a deep, familiar voice says from behind you. you turn your head, meeting calum's soft eyes as he leant against the door frame with a cigarette in his hand.

"can you make yourself useful then, and help?" you sneer as you throw your hands up in the air. calum chuckles before he walks past you. his steps stop once he reaches your window. he takes his cigarette from between his lips and burns it out before tossing it outside.

"move" he nods his head to the side.

you sigh as you stand up from the suitcase, taking the same position on your bed.

your eyes observe calum as he kneels down beside your suitcase, "you sure there's nothing you can avoid taking?" he asks as you he lifts up the top of the case.

your eyes fall onto calum as he lingers a stare on your clothing that lay at the top; swimsuits and your underwear.

flustered, you reach over and shut the top of the case, "nope"

calum shakes his head before muttering something under his breath. he places a heavy hand on the top of the case, forcefully pushing down as his other hand found the zipper. in a swift movement, his hand pulls around the case, zipping it close.

"easy" calum retorts. he stands up and lifts the suitcase up onto its' wheels, "can we go now?" he asks, you nod before thanking him. the two of you make your way out of your house, and you lock it from the outside before catching up to calum.

he sets your suitcase in the trunk before the two of you take a seat in his car.

the journey to the resort was a quiet one. you tried lightening the mood by humming along to the radio, but once you saw calum giving you a glance, you settled your lips in between your lips, feeling embarrassed.

the only talking he did throughout the drive was when mali, his sister had rang him. letting him know that her and ashton had bought the food shop and had made it to the cabin you were all staying at.

what had felt like hours, the two of you had finally arrived.

"what took you guys so long?" mali exclaims, opening up the front door wide. "someone wanted starbucks" calum rolls his eyes before walking past his sister with both his and yours' suit cases in his hands.

"i got it for everyone!" you retort, setting the cup holder down on the table in the hallway before hugging mali.

ashton then comes running into the hug as he wraps his arms around you both.

"come on, cal" mali shouts over her brother. "no, thanks" he mutters. "calum thomas hood, if you don't get your ass over here right this second, i'll show everyone that picture of you dressed up as a bratz doll" mali rambles but as soon as she threatened calum he came jogging over beside you and ashton.

you turned your head slightly and held your arm out to calum. his eyes flicker between your arm and your eyes before letting out a sigh.

he moves his gaze over to his sister, giving her a death stare. his arm hovers over the small of your back whilst his other arm tightly wraps around ashton's shoulder.

the four of you stand there laughing before pulling away. "that was cute," mali giggles, picking up a cup of coffee from the table.

your move your eyes over to calum, "d'know what would be even cuter?" you ask him. "what?" he snaps back. "you dressed as a bratz doll" you giggle, taking small steps towards him.

you let your hand rise to his hair, your fingers combing his hair. he looks at you, embarrassed. his cheeks turning a deep red. once you realize what you were doing, you quickly retract your hand back, dropping it to your side.

"shit, sorry. i don't know what-" you began to ramble, "it's fine, " he huffs. you nod awkwardly before trying to change the conversation.

"so room situations?" you ask as you look over at mali. "there's three rooms" mali begins. "and only one master suite" she finishes as she nods her head over at calum.

"so?" calum asks, shrugging his shoulders. "you're gonna have to share, calum"

"fuck, no. you take the suite and share with her" calum shakes his head. "stop being difficult calum, besides i've unpacked my stuff already," mali exclaims. calum looks over at ashton, "c'mon mate" ashton speaks up. "i'm totally fine on the couch" you pipe up as you twiddle with the rings on your fingers.

"it's fine" calum says once again, "you're with me, i guess" he let's out a sigh as he grabs the suitcases, trekking them up the stairs. "come on, then"

"coming!" you hurry up the stairs, following him into the master suite.

"we should set some ground rules." calum starts. "good idea," you return. "you have that half of the room, and i'll get this half." calum points at the opposite side of the room, letting you know which side yours was.

"seriously?" you raise your eyebrows at him. he nods his head, shaking his head to the side. "calum, that's so stupid. we're not kids"

"fine, what rules did you have? he asks. "i dress here, you in the ensuite. i want the side of the bed closest to the window and no bringing anyone back here cause i don't want to walk in on anything that you're up to" you list.

"is that everything, princess?" he curtseys in front of you with a sarcastic tone, and his eyes stay glued to you as he does so.

you put up your middle finger, aiming it towards him, he simply rolls his eyes.

"we should unpack"

whilst the two of you were finishing up unpacking, mali called you both down for dinner.

the four of you sat around the fireplace, pizza boxes scattered around you all as you sat and watched 'gilmore girls', the boys complaining at every chance they had.

whilst absent-mindedly watching the tv, you reached for the last pizza slice in the box. once you had felt another's hand already on the slice, you jerked your hand away.

"take it," you look over at calum, who had now moved his hand away, nodding his head over at the slice.

"no it's fine, it's yours." you shake your head before letting your eyes fall on the tv again. "just take it, y/n," you hear him say, but you simply shake your head to the side, keeping your eyes on the tv.

calum sighs before picking up the slice, which you saw out of your peripheral eyesight.

seconds later, you see him open his palm out to you, "here, take it" he says. you look down at his palm the see that he had tore the pizza in half.

you hear ashton say something in the background which made calum roll his eyes, "take it y/n, i made it fair" he shrugs. you give him a nod before taking one of the halves out of his hand, "thanks cal"

after finishing up, the four of you decided to play some card games, which led to every game being won by mali.

"what can i say, i'm older so i'm wiser." she smiles proudly. the three of you chuckle at her as she takes a bow.

"well, tonight's been fun guys" you pipped up, standing up from the floor, which you were seated on.

"i'm gonna get some sleep for tomorrow" you say, "make sure you guys set your alarms" mali exclaims, "yes mom" you roll your eyes playfully at her.

"goodnight guys," you smile. "i'll be up soon" calum says. you give him a nod before making your way into your shared room.

you lock the bedroom door behind you before pulling out a pyjama set; an oversized black tee and some short, baggy, grey shorts.

you headed over to ensuite, pulling your hair up in a messy bun on the top of your head, strands falling onto your face, to help frame your face.

you then washed your face and patted it dry before beginning to brush your teeth.

as you brushed around the toothpaste in your mouth, you heard a lazy knock to the door. knowing it was calum, you headed to the door, unlocking it.

"hey" he says, dropping his phone on the bed. with you not being able to reply with the toothpaste in your mouth, you gave him a small wave before returning back to the ensuite.

you once again shut the door, thinking he would change into his pyjamas.

once you had finished brushing your teeth, you called out to calum, "can i come in, cal?" you ask.

"yep" you hear him say, with that you open the door to see him already laid in bed.

he pulls the covers over himself, but before he does so, you scan his body to see what he's wearing: a black tank top and grey joggers.

you walk around to your side of the bed, slipping under the covers.

you laid on your back as you stared at the ceiling. the room was dark, but with the small lights from the window coming in, you could see calum in the same position as you.

you felt your eyes becoming heavy as you closed them. you had felt like you were falling asleep until you heard your phone ringtone blare out. "shit, sorry," you apologise as you scramble out of the bed to grab your phone of the table.

you checked your phone to see crystal calling you, and you slipped out the room, shutting the door behind you. but you stayed in front of the door as you answered her call.

"y/n, how was the drive?" she asks, "mali mentioned you came with calum" you giggled at the thought of mali and crystal talking about you and calum.

"yes, we did. it made sense to just take one car" you whisper. "has calum made a move yet?" she squeals. you furrow your eyebrows, "what'd you mean, made a move, crys?" you ask.

"what do you mean, what do i mean? this is so obvious y/n, " she starts, "everyone knows about you and calum, " she ends. "babe, there is no me and calum, i'm pretty sure he hates me," you pipe up. you hear crystal cracking up on the other side of the phone. "y/n, surely you've noticed how he acts around you"

"like friends?" you question. "ask mali, she'll back me up" crystal says.

you try ending the conversation as soon as you can, wanting to not talk about this topic. and you definitely weren't going to ask mali either about her thoughts. that would be embarrassing.

after ending the call, you made your way back into the bedroom, tiptoeing back to your side the bed. just in case calum had fell asleep.

you slip under the covers, placing your back against the mattress again. "was it crys?" calum asks. you look over at him and watch his biceps flex as he tucks his hands behind his head.

you hum in response, "is she okay?" his voice laced with concern. "she's all good cal, baby and mike too," you answer, and you feel his head nod.

"goodnight y/n"

"goodght cal"

it was now the next day, you had woken up to bright flash to your eyes.

you stirred in a warm embrace, nuzzling your head into the pillow.

"look how cute" mali's voice is heard in the room. you blinked open your eyes as you took in your surroundings.

shit! your hand was hung loosely around calum's bicep, your calf slightly tangled with his leg, and your head was nuzzled in his neck.

you brushed yourself off of him, causing him to stir, "what's happening?" calum asks, his voice hoarse and croaky.

"nothing!" you say quickly. a bit too quickly.

mali giggles before turning her phone around, showing you both the picture she had taken, you noticed calum had his head on yours, one hand still behind his head whilst his other laid dangerously low on your back.

you felt your cheeks growing red as you turned away from them both. calum clears his throat before sitting up on the bed.

"me and ashton are heading to the slopes, you guys woke up late so we'll meet you there" mali informs the both of you, you give her a nod before you watch her leave.

"i'm sorry" he apologizes. you shake your head as you look at him, "no that was on me, i was on your side of the bed, shit i'm sorry" you ramble.

calum follows suit and shakes his head, "it's not that deep, right?" he asks. "of course, not" you faked a smile before excusing yourself to the ensuite.

maybe everything crystal had said to you yesterday was getting in your head, making you unconsciously act out.

you tried brushing off the feelings, but you couldn't. you started replaying times when you and calum were together and the little things he used to do. you always thought he hated you, but maybe he didn't?

"you nearly done in there?" you hear calum ask from the other side. "just a few minutes" you call out. you snap out of your thoughts and start brushing your teeth before washing your face.

you walk back into the room, beelining straight to the wardrobe. as your hands were occupied with finding an outfit, your eyes sneakily fell on calum before he entered the ensuite, locking the door.

"fuck" you muttered, letting out a heavy breath that you didn't notice you were holding in.

once you had found an outfit suitable to the cold, you applied some light makeup: blush, mascara, and lip balm.

you then called out to calum, letting him know you'd be waiting for him downstairs. whilst making your way downstairs, you pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket, dialling crystal's number.

she answered after the first dial, "i need your help, i'm going crazy. like i don't want to be dealing with these feelings right now crys, i don't know what the fuck is happening to me. one minute, i think he's a jerk, and then the more i start thinking about him, i get butterflies in my stomach, and they hurt crys, it fucking hurts" you rambled over the phone, not even allowing her a moment to speak.

"say something," finally reaching downstairs, you take a seat on the couch, awaiting for a response. "are you okay?" your eyes widened when you recognized the voice over the phone as not crystal's.

"perfectly fine, mike." your cheeks turning into a deep rep shade, "where's crys?" you ask, a nervous laugh coming following suit.

"she's out with sierra, she left her phone at home," michael says. "oh okay, well, no need to let her know i called, but i should be going now," you try to hurry the conversation to an end.

"okay, no worries" he says, "y/n?" he says quickly after. "are you sure you're okay?" he asks. you let out a little sigh, "i'll be fine"

"ready to go?" calum says running down the stairs, he stands at the end of the stair, looking over at you. you give him a nod, "one sec" you mouth to him.

"i have to get going, mike. i'll see you soon. " you finish off the call after hearing michael saying his goodbyes.

"is he okay?" calum asks you, as he watches you now walking over. he give him a nod. "we should probably get going, it's like a twenty minute walk" calum informs you.

"can't we take your car?" you ask, frowning your lips. "we can't, there's no cars allowed up there" he says. "but we can take a cable car?"

the two of you stood in line for one of the cable cars. it wasn't busy, so you both managed to get a cable car for the both of you.

you both sat on opposite sides to each other. looking down, you watched as the cable car left the tunnel, your eyes widening at the extreme height.

"is this a bad time to say i'm terrified of heights?" your eyes find calum's soothing brown ones as you nervously place your bottom lip in between your lips.

"just don't look down, okay," his voice soothing, he leans forward slightly, watching as you twist the rings on your fingers. you nod your head at the advice.

but you felt your chest becoming too hurt as you exhaled heavier breaths. "hey, you're gonna be okay" he quickly rushes over to your side, sitting beside you. "sit back" he says and so you do.

he let's one of his hands cup your cheeks, "just look at me, focus on my breathing, okay?" and so you start following his breathing pattern. once you had calmed down, you realized calum's thumb rubbing circles on your cheeks.

you looked up at him before glancing at his hand that was still on your cheek. he quickly let go, clearing his throat, to help fill the silence.

"we're here" he spoke in monotone, whilst looking out the glass.

he stands up, waiting for the doors to open, you follow behind him as he walks out.

the exit tunnel was extremely overcrowded, which hinted at the fact that the slopes would be busy.

"c'mere" calum says, reaching out for you hand, pulling you against his chest as he lead you both out of the exit tunnel.

your body melted against him, his chest pressing into your back, making you weak in your knees. his hands settled on your waist as he guided you.

once the two of you had finally left the tunnel, you were both met with the brightest snow on the slopes.

"let's go look for the others," calum says as he pulls himself away from you. your lips turned into a small frown at the loss of warmth. not wanting him to see you, you quickly plastered a smile on your lips before giving him a nod.

after minutes of searching, the two of you had regrouped with mali and ashton. the four of you decided to have some hot chocolates from one of the pop-ups. so whilst ashton and calum went to go buy them, you and mali sat at a table.

you noticed mali giving you a wide grin, "what?" you giggled. "nothing," you could tell she was lying, so you simply just raised an eyebrow up at her.

"it's just you and calum -" she starts, but you quickly stop her. "i feel awkward talking to you about this. he's your brother." you shake your head.

she opens her mouth to start speaking again but gets interrupted by ashton and calum, placing the hot chocolates down on the table.

calum takes a seat beside you whilst ashton sits besides mali.

the four of you make mindless conversations whilst sipping on your hot chocolates.

after what was around an hour, ahston and mali decided the wanted to ski down the slopes.

"you guys wanna join?" ashton asks. "you guys go ahead, i'll watch you three," calum gives you a quick glance, "i'll stay with you" he says before finishing off his drink. "we'll find something else to do," he says.

you quickly shake your head, "no cal, you should go, i don't want you to miss out" you argue. "no, i don't even want to ski, we'll go find something else, okay?" he asks. "are you sure?" you ask him and he responds with a nod.

"we'll see you guys later then" ashton says. "let us know if you end up going back to the cabin" mali says before running off to catch up with ashton.

"so what'd you wanna do?" you ask calum.

"sleigh ride?" he raises his eyebrow whilst asking you. "that's sounds perfect!" you squeal.

so the two of you make your way over to the sleigh carriages, taking a seat in an unoccupied one.

the two of you sit back whilst you watch the reindeers start to take small steps forward.

"so, have you always been scared of heights?"

you turn your head to look at calum, "not always, but as i got older, i guess i got sacred of the lack of stability and control" you say, "sorry that was a bit deep" you giggle. calum gives you a smile in return.

as the forty minute sleigh ride went on, the more the two of you talked, on a personal and connected level.

ashton and mali had also made their way back up to you guys.

"it was honestly so fun!" you exclaim as you tell ashton and mali about the sleigh ride. you notice calum's lips turning into a smile as he watched you ramble about how good the sleigh ride was.

"cal" mali exclaims, trying to regain calum back in from his daydreaming. calum replies with a hum. "what did we always do up here when we were younger?" she smiles as she jumps up and down on the spot.

calum rolled his eyes playfully, "snow angels" he chuckles. "come on, everyone!" she announces as she falls back onto the snow, letting her arms and legs push around the snow as she flaps them in the snow.

the three of you follow suit as now the four of you create snow angels.

once the shape was imprinted in the snow, mali and ashton rose back to their feet, and you once again followed shortly behind them. "need a hand," you giggle as you watch calum, struggling to get up.

he hums as he reaches for your hand. before you know it, you feel him tug on your hand, making you fall forward and on top of him.

your face inches apart as your hands now lay on his hard chest. you look up to his eyes as he looks down at yours. he places his hand on the low of your back.

"hey" he smiles. "hi" you smile back. "y-y/n" he whispered, and you hummed in response.

"get a room!" ashton chuckles. you notice calum bite his cheek before opening his mouth again, "you're on me," he says. "oh, yeah, shit, sorry," you rambled as you quickly found your stance back onto your feet, brushing of the snow that was on your clothes.

"what the-" you begin to say as you feel something being thrown at you. you turn around to see mali throwing snow balls at you. you giggled before bending down to create a ball of snow in your hands.

you stood back up and threw it on her back.

"snowball fight!" ashton called out.

and there, the four of you were throwing snowballs at each other.

after throwing multiple at ashton and mali, you decide to throw some at calum. so you had two snowballs in your hand, about to throw them in calum's direction, but before you could, you felt a heavy weight being thrown to your head, making you trip over your feet.

"fuck! are you okay?" you hear calum say, panic in his voice, as he rushes over to your side.

you brought your hand to your head as you rubbed it. "it's hurts" you winced. "i'm so sorry" he repeats as he brings his hand over yours, rubbing the place he had hit you with the snowball.

he then moved my hand from it, letting his lips leave a small kiss on the area. "i should take her back" calum says as he helps you up on your feet. you shake your head, "i'll be fine"

despite saying you were fine, calum still made you go back to the cabin with him. you told mali and ashton to stay out still and to still keep having fun.

the journey back to the cabin was pretty much quiet except when you were back in the cable car, you felt your head starting to pound so you winced from the pain and calum had asked you if you were okay.

once you had gotten back, you went straight into the bedroom and got changed, calum doing the same in the bathroom.

you were sat in the bed as you massaged the side of your head.

"how're you feeling?" calum asks as he enters back into the room, this time with a tracksuit on.

"i'll be fine, calum," you shake your head as you look up at him. you watched as he walked over to your side of the bed, kneeling down in front of you.

he didn't say anything, just simply looked up at you as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb creating shapes on your cheek.

"you confuse me" you scoff as you catch his eyes with yours.

"what do you mean?" he asks as he rises from his knees.

"i thought we were getting along on this trip, cal. i thought you were lossening up around me. i thought you had dropped your jerk act, but as soon as you do, you put it back on again. why? why won't you let in?" you let your hand intertwine with his, tugging on it, making him take a seat beside you on the bed. which he did.

"how long have we known each other for, y/n?" calum ask, you furrow your eyebrows, "eight years"

"eight years, it's been y/n" he starts. "eight years of me being completely and utterly infatuated with you. eight years of me wanting you for myself, eight years of having you consume my every thought. eight years of knowing i couldn't be with you because i don't deserve you, eight years' worth of songs that were written about you because i couldn't bring myself to tell you how i'd felt"

whilst he was expressing his feelings, you noticed at some point he had reached for you hands, he was looking down at them, twiddling with them.

"i thought if i could try distance myself away from you by acting the way i have, it would hurt less but fuck it hasn't" he sighs.

he looks up into your eyes, "can i be selfish for a second?" he asks as his eyes flicker to your lips.

you nod as you watch him lean into your lips, placing a delicate kiss on them.

he moves his hands, so he's cupping your cheeks, "i've wanted to do that for so long"

"i wish you told me" you shake your head. "i'm sorry y/n about everything," he says as he rests his forehead against mine.

"it took you eight years calum" you begin, "let's not make its nine, okay?" you nod before letting your lips catch his.

a/n: i wanted to extend this, but i didn't want this to be too long, so it'll be either be a part two to this or i might change it a little bit to be its own work to be different but regardless it'll be the next post.

also this took me forever to writeee :'(

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[ughkat]

hi! could you write calum x reader where calum has a crush on her and ashton exposes his crush on her during a live or something?

pls and thank u

i might do a part two of this idk 😳

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crush | c.t.h

calum x fem!reader

part two here

got excited writing this sorry ab the lengthiness!

alcohol, swearing

not proofread

"I'm heading over right now."

"We'll be here.".

I finished my phone call to Ashton, who had just minutes ago invited me for a routine hangout with him and the other three boys.

My friendship with Ashton had sprouted prior to his band forming. We were best friends, some would describe as inseparable. Once joining the band, they immediately brought me in as well. Though never having the same connections as I did with Ashton with them, Calum, Luke and Michael never failed to make me feel at home.

Since then, we've grown up and blossomed into larger things in life, yet we still keep our bond close. Routine effortless hangouts and conversations on almost a daily has kept out growing friendships alive.

Recently, I had began to notice a shift in energy with Calum. I tried to think nothing of it, but the conversations began to get shorter, and his words for me grew small. He almost made me feel as if I did something wrong.

I gathered my belongings, checking my outfit before heading outside to my car, shivering at the cold weather. I dressed lazily in a large grey hoodie, along with black leggings and converse. I quickly turned on the heater after starting my car, and pulled put of the driveway.

I drove quietly as my mind wandered about confronting Calum for his change of mood towards me. I knew I was safe to bring up an issue to my friends, but I was concerned this was only a me problem.

My wandering mind passed the time quickly, arriving me to Ashton's apartment. I pulled slowly onto the curb in front of his apartment, sending off a quick "I'm here" text before exiting my car.

"Heyyy!" Ashton cheered goofily, raising his arms as he appeared from the front door. I giggled as I made my way up his driveway towards him. He reached an arm out for a quick hug as he spoke.

"How ya' doing?" He smiled, ushering me inside. I sighed dramatically.

"Could be better." I raised my eyebrows with defeat as I made my way inside. I set my bag and keys down on his kitchen counter which was decorated with various alcoholic beverages and snacks. I turned to the living room, being greeted by Calum, Luke and Michael at the couch. I watched as Calum's eyes quickly met mine, then shot back down to his hands.

"Well..." Ashton began, moving behind me swiftly, "Have a shot." He grinned, I turned to look at Ashton who had presented me with a small glass with a shot of mystery alcohol in it. The three boys from the living room shouted dramatic miscellaneous cheers and encouragements from behind me. I let out a laugh and reached for the drink. I looked at Ashton and shook my head laughing. With a shrug, I tossed my head back, taking my shot quickly. I scrunched my face briefly before frantically searching for a chaser.

"Give me a drink. I need a drink." I mumbled, shaking my head. Luke whistled from the couch with a laugh, holding out a Coke can. I hurried to the open drink and took a large swig.

"You didn't take that shot, that shot took you." Michael joked as I found my seat on the couch. I scoffed with furrowed eyebrows.

"Fuck off." I giggled. I glanced to Calum who had been awfully quiet. He was heavily focused on picking at a loose string on his t-shirt, faking an amused look on his face. I immediately noted his off mood. The boys continued whatever conversation they had before I arrived, laughing and cracking joke's beside me. I watched Calum carefully as he loosely followed their words, more in his own head than present with us. I decided to finally speak up.

"Cal." I chirped, snapping him out of his trance. His head perked up quickly as the room fell silent.

"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes darted to everyone in the room nervously, then back to mine. I anxiously slouched back down at the unexpected and unnerving silence before speaking.

"Are you mad at me or something?" I questioned, keeping a cool tone. I watched from my peripheral as the boys eyes flashed to Calum. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he shook his head slowly.

"No..?" He muttered quietly. I bit the inside of me cheek and looked to the other boys, hoping one of them would agree with my observation of Calum's negative mood. Instead, they watched Calum like a bomb.

"You've been so quiet and weird with me lately. I know they see it too." I laughed anxiously, motioning to the boys. I widened my eyes at them, begging for some help. Calum looked to the boys, licking his lips anxiously.

"I-.." He began nervously, "I've just been feeling kinda off recently. I'm sorry." He stuttered nonchalantly, his eyes failing to connect with mine. "Kinda off?" I thought to myself, "Bad excuse.".

"I think he just means in the studio and such. We've all been pretty tired recently." Ashton jumped in quickly, glancing at Calum after speaking.

"Right." I replied, not buying whatever game they were trying to play.

We continued the night many hours into the early morning, as we normally would, we watched a few movies and ordered a bunch of junk food. Calum kept up his unusual behavior, trying his best to fake it, but I never let go of the thought that I would find out what was going on with him.

"You sure you don't wanna spend the night? It's late, and you've been drinking." Ashton offered as we walked to his front door. I gave him a hug and stepped outside.

"No, it's okay." I looked down to my phone, noting the time of 1:45 am. "I have work tomorrow and I'm okay to drive. My last drink was hours ago and all those snacks and fast food have taken over my veins." I groaned dramatically. Ashton giggled before nodding gently.

"I'll see you later." He patted my back and sent me down his driveway, watching me as I entered my car.

On my drive home, I was left unsatisfied with my confrontation with Calum. I thought our closeness would have led him to be more open, but he was so blatantly lying. Ashton obviously covering the lie for him only grew my suspicions more. My mind raced of the possibilities of what could be bothering the boy.

I lazily kicked off my shoes as I entered my apartment, tossing my keys of a small side table beside the door. Filled with junk from Ashton's house, I skipped my kitchen and headed straight for my bedroom.

I slipped out of my black leggings and hoodie, changing into a large shirt and underwear. As I tossed my laundry into the basket, my phone let off a ding on my bed. I flopped onto my bed, reaching for my phone and reading the notification. It read that the boys had started a live stream on twitch. I let out a giggle, amused at the boy's inability to rest. Clicking on the notification, I settled into my bed.

"We just saw each other 20 minutes ago!" Ashton cheered sarcastically from the livestream. I smiled at the faces on the screen.

"Hey, Y/n is here." Ashton chuckled, looking closer at the screen. I watched as the boys talked to the viewers of the stream and to each other, making jokes and messing with filters.

"Calum's sad cause Y/n yelled at him." Michael joked. Calum sent Michael a death glare, earning a chuckle from me.

"She didn't yell at me." Calum scoffed with a forced smile. I rolled my eyes sarcastically at his stubbornness, continuing to tune into the stream.

"He's sad cause he's in love with her." Ashton mumbled looking down to his phone, widening his eyes quickly and looking up at his screen after speaking, realizing what he had said.

"Dude." Calum spoke quietly. I narrowed my eyebrows at his words, him looking just as surprised as me. Ashton turned off his camera, followed by Calum, as if he had said something controversial. I put the speaker to my ear as the live suddenly fell quiet. Incoherent whispers came through before Ashton appeared again.

"Alright we'll see you guys later." Ashton forced a smile and a wave to the livestream before ending it abruptly. I stared at my empty screen in confusion, trying to make sense of Ashton's words. Did I hear him wrong? Was my phone glitching? I decided to play it cool and text Ashton calmly.

"Hey, why'd you end your live?"

I watched the three dots appear and disappear repeatedly before his message appeared.

"You should text Cal.".

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[heartbreakgrill]

how you get the girl: calum hood.

1989 (Heartbreak Grill’s Version)

stand there like a ghost, shaking from the rain. she’ll open up the door and say, ‘are you insane?’

“there’s someone here for you!”

i looked up from my computer screen, eyes trailing across the rainy window, pattering softly from the droplets that drenched the glass. my roommate passed my room, lazily shouting the sentence through the open door.

i furrowed my brows. i wasn’t expecting anybody, and i didn’t have any packages that were getting delivered- at least, not until tomorrow.

“who is it?” i shouted down the hall, towards the living room, as i stepped from my room.

“don’t know. some boy,” she replied. the television unpaused and a laughter track interrupted any further conversation we could have.

i turned back towards the front door. a blurry shadow was illuminated through the frosted panes of the door. it was a tall man. part of me worried that this was the moment at the beginning of a horror movie, when girls like me always died.

part of me worried it was someone worse.

i latched a hand around the door knob, cowering in on myself as the brisk wind gushed through the foyer of the apartment. goosebumps nibbled at my skin. i shivered. my hair wafted over my shoulders.

and my eyes focused on the figure looming over my doorstep, their black clothing dripping with water, hair soaked to the scalp.

my jaw slackened, my eyes widened. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

calum let out a heavy sigh, as though he’d been holding his breath since the last time we spoke. my eyes drug over his stormy demeanor, images flashing through my mind of a time i tried so hard not to remember.

“calum,” i insisted, “what are you doing here? what- don’t you have tour? shouldn’t you be in- in mexico right now?”

“i had to see you,” he rushed out.

rain splashed on my bare feet, against the exposed skin on my arms, as the sky continued pouring. i flinched at the cold droplets.

“what…” i couldn’t put together many words right now, but i knew, “you need to come in, you’re gonna get sick!”

i stepped aside, ushering him into the foyer. the carpet dampened under his converse and a puddle started forming on the hardwood. calum shook his hair out, spraying water across my shirt like a dog fresh out of a bath.

i huffed, “um…let me get- a towel. hang on. stay,” i gestured to him like he really was an animal.

he chuckled shortly.

say it’s been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want.

i ushered calum into my room, shoving a towel into his hands. i lay another one across the floor to clean up his mess. he shed his converse, his jacket, tossing it into my hamper.

“you still have my zeppelin shirt,” he stated, memory clear as a day.

“is that what you came here for?” i crossed my arms, a little defensive at his somewhat rude accusation.

calum dried his curls out with the towel. he chuckled again at my words. “no…i-“ he ran the towel over his face, then pointed at his body, “i’m soaked. you have my shirt.”

“oh!” i straightened up, red in the face at my lack of understanding. “yeah…i…”

i ashamedly dug through my pajama drawer, pulling out the top-big t-shirt that i resisted the urge to wear to sleep sometimes. i turned my body away from calum as he began to take off his shirt, with no warning. but, i could him in the mirror.

my eyes trailed over his body, as sure as my fingertips remember it.

say it’s been a long six months, and you were too afraid to tell her what you want.

calum spoke my name, a sound so sweet, so sacred, that my body wracked with anticipation, with a drawing want for what we had.

i looked back at him, arms uncrossing themselves. “why are you here, calum?” my tone had dropped, a saddened furrow pulling my brows together. “it’s been…six months.”

“i know,” calum stepped towards me, hands shaking before him. he lay them out like a truce. i wanted to grab them, to hit them yet hold them. to curse them and worship their fingertips.

i pressed my own fingers to my forehead, cooling the heat that sprouted there. “what- just please, say something! i don’t hear from you for six months and you just…show up, out of the blue? what’s going on?”

calum fidgeted with the ring on his finger, rolled his lips together. they were nervous habits i’d picked up on in the short time we’d spent together.

flickering memories i’d never seemed to be able to forget.

“i’m sorry,” calum shook his head, as if rejecting his own actions. “im sorry for leaving. im sorry for not saying goodbye. im sorry for…for not telling you…”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl.

“telling me what?” i could feel frustrated, angry tears welling up in my eyes. i was just so…how could he do this?

how could he come into my life, unexpectedly, make me feel things i’d never known before, then shut the door on a chapter that had gone unfinished?

then, pick back up the book after six months, as though he could just finish me off whenever he so pleased?

“telling me what, calum?” i pressed, taking a step closer.

“telling you that i love you,” he nearly whispered it, as though he was scared of the confession, as though it would shift the entire world.

i blinked.

calum stared back at me, the hood in his eyes flooding over with confusion as the silence lingered on. “i…” he tried to find some new words, tried to fill the blanks, “i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you since i saw you at the bar that night. i- i haven’t been able to forget you, and i-“

“get out.”

calum’s words stalled. his lips sat parted, the unfinished sentences lingering on the tip of his tongue. he ran it over his lips, “what?”

i crossed my arms again, tightening the clutches, as if to hold myself together, to hold myself strong. i wasn’t going to give into this.

“get out. go. leave. go back to mexico and go play your stupid little concert,” my voice was low because i was afraid that if i spoke any louder, i would crack. i’d cry.

i’d tell him that i love him too.

but i just couldn’t.

“what-?” calum went to defend himself, to try to explain the situation.

but, i was shoving his shoulder. i was gathering his shoes, tossing his coat at him, opening the front door. he battled me, weakly, sputtering out useless words, twisting around to face me, though i kept pushing.

“leave me alone.”

remind her how it used to be with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks.

i locked the door. calum’s shadow lingered on the porch, blackened against the light. i reached a finger up towards the button and shut the porch light off. i heard calum groan.

the tears fell down my cheeks.

i had spent the last six months getting over him.

i had spent hours in therapy, wondering why he had never picked me in the first place, why he had abandoned me like an unwanted path of his life.

i had grieved a relationship that never even got to exist, i had gotten over somebody who i never even had in the first place. i had rebuilt myself, i had redownloaded the dating apps. i was starting over.

i was moving on.

and now he was here and i felt like that naive girl from six months ago.

i went back to my desk. i crossed my legs, balanced my chin on my fist, and stared at my computer screen, blankly. my mind spurred with unwanted thoughts, my heart palpitating with emotions i had been used to not feeling for so long.

i typed out a few words for my essay, hoping it would stimulate the academic side of my brain. maybe if i focused on something else, i could pretend like tonight never even happened.

i continued on my assignment, until i reached a pass. there was a section of the reading that referenced another book. i needed to get it from my closet.

of course, while i was reaching for the textbook, a box, tucked far into the corner of my closet- the corner of my mind- came toppling down onto my head. i helped at the impact, rubbing the minor injury as i reached down for the shoebox.

my brows furrowed at the sight. when it rained, it poured.

i slowly lowered myself to my knees, shaking hands reaching out for the spilled contents of the box. pictures, ticket stubs, receipts, dry flower petals, a pop can tab, candy wrappers, a ring, and a thing of red lipstick.

calum and i, at the state fair, riding the carousel like we were just kids. kissing when we hit the top, and we could see the entire town. us at the diner, two straws for one milkshake, a plate of fries, and a song on the jukebox that we’d dance to every night he stayed over. in the recording studio, on the couch, sprawled out like old friends, listening to ash and luke argue over a single beat of a song, and discovering a pair of lyrics calum had written about me.

concerts, comedy shows, basketball tournaments, high school football games, recitals we had been to.

a print out of a plane ticket to australia for next month, now refunded in my bank account. a promise for a visit that would never come to fruition.

red roses for my birthday, red roses for my grade of an a in a hard class, red roses for a friday night dinner, red roses for a late night visit. red lipstick i’d wear when we went out, just to leave vibrant, still, stuck lip prints on his cheek.

tell her how you must have lost your mind when you left her all alone and never told her why. that’s how you lost the girl.

i gathered the items back into the box with hands that would not stop shaking. it took longer than it should have because i ruminated on every detail. i held every photo like a piece of glass, examining its contents like i could renter the moment and fix things before they broke.

i set the box on my bed, gently sitting down beside it. i didn’t know where to go, what to do. i needed to work things out, i needed to find an answer.

because i loved him, too.

i found myself reaching for my phone, dialing his number. i found myself under an umbrella, headed towards that old diner.

“thanks for meeting me.”

i wrapped my frozen fingers around the steaming cup of coffee, grateful for the radiating warmth. the air conditioning was still sputtering above us and i shivered.

“y-yeah,” i barely nodded, still unsure of what to say.

calum took a sip of his own coffee. he gulped. he licked his lips. he prodded at the ketchup bottle on our table with a stray straw. his eyes trailed over to the colorful machine on the table. “they raised the price of the jukebox.”

i followed his gaze. so they had. it used to be 50¢ per song. now it was $1.00.

“hm,” i remarked, staring at the dollar sign. “strange.”

“you didn’t know?” calum inquired, looking to me with a raised brow.

i shrugged, “i haven’t been here since…”

“july,” he filled in my gap. “it’s been…since july.”

“ah,” i nodded once. “seems like forever ago.”

“i know.”

a thick pass of silence sat stale in the air.

i nursed a few sips of my coffee. if he wanted, then he should talk. i would not be the one figuring this out. i would not beg him to make up for the loss he’d made me grieve.

eventually, he whispered, “i had to go.”

i flicked my eyes up to his before pulling them back down to the table. he dropped his head, chin against his chest, defeated. “i’m sorry. i’ll say it a million times- i’m sorry. i had to go. we- we decided last minute to announce the tour. there was a lot of bullshit we had to handle before starting it. and i, i don’t know…i didn’t want you to get caught up in the drama of it all. i didn’t want the world to get its hands on you…”

“so, you ghost me? you leave with no letter, no text, nothing?” i blinked back a tear. “wow…my knight in shining armor. thanks, calum.”

he huffed at himself, “no…i- listen, please-“

“no,” i denied him, “no, you listen, okay? i devoted myself to you for six months. i centered my whole life on you. i fell in love with you and i- gave you everything. because you were everything to me. and, i fucking waited and waited for you to say something, to tell me you wanted me, to ask me to drop everything and come with you because i would have! i would have gone to the ends of the earth with you because i loved you.

“and you left me,” i quickly brushed away tears as they rushed from my eyes, pattering against the table like the raindrops outside the diner window.

calum didn’t respond. he shuffled in his seat, leaning back, head dropping again.

and you know that i don’t want you to go. and say you want me.

i couldn’t handle it anymore. i’d given him a chance. i’d heard him out. his explanation just wasn’t enough for the heartbreak i’d had to handle.

so, i pushed up out of the booth, tugging my purse strap over my shoulder, my hood over my head. i veered for the door, passing our waitress with a half-hearted, “excuse me.”

i cursed the diner for being so big, for the exit to be on the other side of the building from where our usual table sat. i cursed that friday evening for drawing in so many customers to watch me, mascara blackening my cheeks, snot on my nose, storm like a baby from the restaurant.

just as my hand reached the bar on the door, the jukebox wound to life. the regular radio had been playing from the louder speakers because no one really paid for the old sound machine anymore. it didn’t have any modern songs, and it cost too much, apparently.

a familiar sultry beat came from the rusty speakers. my sneakers squeaked against the linoleum floors. i pushed the strap of my purse further up my shoulder. my heart tugged itself back towards the table, but i grounded the soles of my shoes.

i turned my head, caught his eye. he smiled, sadly. his hand had been cranking the knob on the quarter insert and it slowly dropped to the table. i glanced my eyes over the back of the diner, near the bathrooms, where a space sat for dancing, abandoned by the modern years. i saw two people dancing, consuming one another, lost in the thrill of it all. lost in the music.

and then you say i want you for worse or for better, i would wait forever and ever.

i crossed my arms over my chest and slowly walked back to the table. i slid back into the booth, dropping my purse down beside me.

“why did you leave?” i whispered, that heartbroken disbelief still heavy on my chest.

“i was scared,” calum admitted. he reached a hand across the table.

i leaned back, away from it. “of what?”

“of you,” he let out a breathy laugh. i didn’t smile. calum frowned again, searched for words, “i was scared of what loving you might mean. when we were here to record the album, we got to pretend like we were normal people for a while. i didn’t have to care about the pressure from the fans, staying sober, being a good person. life just came easy and naturally. but, if i left here with your heart in my hands- things would get hard. i wouldn’t be able to keep you distant from my real life. i wouldn’t be able to keep you sacred. nothing would be normal for us ever again.”

i understood it, now. i didn’t like it- i was still angry about it. but it made sense.

he wanted a peaceful love, but life made it so everything was rocky. not even i could prevent the world to taint this.

“i couldn’t…” calum trailed off. he reached out his hand again. “i can’t do it with out you anymore. i don’t care…”

he lost his words. i set a hand upon the table, fingers inching near his. he gratefully pressed his fingertips into mine, opening my palm. i stared at our hands. electricity crackled under my skin.

“i want you and i don’t care about the rest of the world. we’ll deal with it. we’ll figure it out. if it means losing you…these past six months have been hard. i’m sure you know what i mean…”

i nodded with a hopeless chuckle. “yeah, i do.”

broke your heart i’ll put it back together. i would wait forever and ever.

“i struggled with staying sober cause i just…i felt so stupid and worthless. i know i put you through so much pain. i know leaving was wrong and awful and i’ll never forgive myself for not even explaining it. i never want to…i never want to leave you again,” he was crying.

“calum, i…” i took his hand in both mine, “i don’t know. i’m just…you took so much of me with you. i had to learn how to exist without those parts of myself. i had to relearn who i was. i had to grieve her- us. it was so hard- you just left me. but…i don’t know. i need time. i need time to think and…”

“i know, i know, i know,” calum nodded quickly. “no, i know. i don’t expect…i don’t expect any answers. i don’t expect you to confess your feelings for me. i just…i needed to tell you that i love you. i couldn’t go another day without you knowing it. i needed to tell you and…and try to get you back.”

“well,” i glanced up from our hands, meeting his eye with a hopeful smile, “i think you got me.”

and that’s how it works. that’s how you got the girl.

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Calum Hood in 🩸Red🩸

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Open My Mind for Ya // Calum Hood

notes: This all stems from the photo drop Cal did that contained the picture in the upper left, enough said.

Big shouts to my otter half @kindahoping4forever for cheerleading this one.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Calum, Kink exploration in an established relationship including: spitting, exhibitionism, dom like behavior, dirty talk, and rough sex

Word Count: 7194

Cass Masterlist // Ko-Fis linked in bio

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

It’s always quiet in the comedown. Your head rests on your boyfriend's bare chest. His fingers draw shapes on your bare back while yours trace over the tattoos on his arm. He sweeps the hair off the back of your neck and gently traces the hickey he left there. Your skin is always too clean when he gets home from tour, so he likes to mark you. 

“What’s on your mind, darlin’?” He whispers. 

You turn your head to look at him. “Just thinking.” 

His hand trails down your back and slips under the covers to grab your ass. “About?”

You chew your lip for a minute, deciding whether or not to spill. Cal slides his hand up to your waist; your lack of answer makes him nervous and you can tell. You finally sit up and pull your knees up to your chest, facing him. His hand slides to your mid thigh and he holds on tight, waiting for you to find your words. “So… you remember when we first got together, how we were very… exploratory when it came to sex?” 

“Yeah… that seemed like something you needed… and we both enjoyed,” he responds casually. After a beat, the subject matter sinking in, his face quickly twists up and concern starts to take hold of both his expression and voice. “Wait… Baby, are you… are you saying…” 

You quickly cut him off, “No!” You reassure with a chuckle, “I’m not saying that. Pretty sure we wouldn’t have had to change the sheets just now if that was the issue.” 

He gives a nervous laugh. “Ok, fair point.” 

You continue, “I guess I was just thinking and got curious why we stopped being that way… And wondering if it was maybe something we can start again?” 

He thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. “I think we just got comfortable, baby,” he shrugs. “We figured out how we like to tease and how to make each other cum and we just stopped trying things after that… But I’m always open to exploring with you. You only have to ask.” 

You smile softly at him, relieved. “I just wasn’t sure…”

Cal senses your hesitation and grabs you, pulling you on top of him. “Short of some of the more extreme shit, there’s nothing you could want that I wouldn’t want to do for you. Please understand that.” 

You make yourself comfortable, laying your head on his chest, snuggling into him as you tangle your legs together. He pulls the blanket up to just below your shoulders and wraps his arms around you. You lay quietly for a while before letting out a little giggle. “So what’s off the table then, Cal?” 

He snorts, thinking about it for a moment. “I’ll let you know if it comes up.” 

The conversation was so brief and simple and yet opened you and Cal up to all sorts of new experiences, you’re sorry you didn’t have the courage to bring it up sooner. Calum took the lead during the first month of your experimentation and the encounters all seemed to have a recurring theme. From sneaking in a quickie in Ashton’s bathroom during taco night to making each other cum without tipping off anyone else in the car to having sex on the couch by your pool to Cal successfully going down on you at a restaurant - if you could potentially get caught doing it, Cal seemed to be into it. 

After a while, you and Cal are fresh out of the shower when he snakes his arms around your waist and starts kisses on your neck, up to the spot just below your ear that drives you wild. He rocks the both of you back and forth, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Circling back…” He begins, waiting for you to meet his eyes in the mirror. “I feel like since we started being more open about exploring, everything has been things I’ve been interested in… and I’m sure you must have had something in mind when you brought it up?” He rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at you expectantly.

Your eyes flutter away from his and you answer too quickly. “I’ve enjoyed what we’ve tried so far.”

“Well, I know that,” he teases, nipping your skin. “But I need to know what it is you want so I can make sure your needs are being met as well.” 

“My needs are definitely being met, love,” you insist.

Calum turns you around and sets you on the counter, his hands resting on either side of you. He presses his lips to yours in a series of soft kisses. “Ok, so your needs are being met but what about your wants? It’s not like you to bring something like this up without a particular reason.” He watches as your ears go red. “What is it, darling? If we were naked in bed, you’d have no problem telling me what you want from me,” he points out. 

You sigh, thinking about how to word what you want to say. You reach up and run your fingers through his drying curls. “I guess this just feels different because I don’t want you to think I’m unsatisfied with what we do.”

He kisses your forehead. “I know, baby, I don’t think that. Trust me, your body tells me otherwise.” 

“Yeah…” You nod to yourself, deciding to be brave. “I guess… I want you to get rough with me. Like… I know you already do sometimes but you kind of back off from it and then course correct and get super loving instead.” 

Cal nods, listening. “Well, I don’t want to actually hurt you and I feel like I don’t really know the limit, we’ve never truly explored that.” 

“So what if we take that fear out of it and use either a safe word or color system or something?” You watch his face and he doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable, so you continue. “You know I love a disdainful Daddy moment,” you whisper teasingly, hiking your legs up to wrap around his waist. 

Cal presses against you, kissing you hard. “I think we could have fun,” he murmurs. “We’ll need to talk more about boundaries but thank you for telling me what you want, baby.” 

Over the next couple days, Cal asks your opinion on a multitude of things: biting, scratching, hair pulling, manhandling, restraints. Where and how hard he can grab you? Would you like to be tossed around? Exactly how rough should he be with you? Each time you give him an answer, you see him mentally file the info away, adding it to what he already knows to be true for your likes and boundaries. 

Armed with his revised instructions from you, he decides to start trying some things the next few times you’re in bed together. He watches carefully to see how you respond to him pulling your hair back while he’s giving it from behind, how it affects you when he wraps his hand around your throat while you’re riding him. And though he backs off a little sooner than you’d prefer, he even feels comfortable forcing you down further on his cock while you’re blowing him. He notes how much louder you are, how much harder you seem to cum during these encounters and he realizes he has more questions for you.

“Baby?” He asks quietly, while you're cuddling in bed, naked, one night. You hum, to let him know you're awake. “Have we covered everything? Is there something else you want that I haven’t asked about?” 

You’re quiet, thinking what to say and he takes your silence as hesitation so he prods further.

“Like… I guess I’m a little unsure of the tone I should be striking here? You mentioned I always back off and get too loving… and then that porn we were watching earlier… he was super degrading to her… is that something you want?” He almost seems nervous to ask; at the end of the day, Calum’s a sweet boy and he’s having trouble wrapping his mind around actually hurting you, physically or otherwise, even if that’s something you desire. 

You press a kiss to his chest, touched at his concern. “Don’t worry, bubba, I don’t need you to call me your ‘filthy little slut’ or anything like that,” you smile. “But… I dunno, Cal… there is like… one thing that could probably be seen as degrading… but…” 

He squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. “Darlin’, I can’t give it to you if I don’t know what it is.”

“Well, I’ve mentioned it to other people before and it didn’t go over great,” you admit with a shrug. Cal rubs your back, trying to encourage you. “Like, ok… I guess… spit…” You trail off, almost shyly, letting it hang there a moment. 

Calum seems unphased, just curious to know more. “Like you want me to spit on you? On like? Your face? Or… in your mouth? On your pussy? To be honest, I have done that before and you did actually really seem to like it.” 

“Have you?” You ask, turning your face toward him. 

“Yeah… those moans still live in my brain… I just wasn’t sure if it was because you were in the moment because we had a super loved up day, or you like… liked it.” 

“Wait… was that…?”

“When I took you home to meet my family, yeah.” 

“Yeah, we were pretty loved up on that trip,” you grin, remembering. You wait a beat before letting yourself blurt, “I mean... face isn’t something I think I’d be into but… we swap spit all the time so… I don’t really see a difference between that and you like… spitting in my mouth during a hot moment.”

He smirks, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I’ll keep that in mind, darlin’,” he promises, gently pulling you up for a soft kiss. 

A week or so later, you’re relaxing by the pool, enjoying your day off. It’s been a quiet afternoon, spent mostly alone; Calum was already out of bed and in his office working when you woke up and while you were in the pool, he waved to you from the house and called out that he’d was going to run errands and to text him if you needed anything. You thought it was unusual he didn’t invite you to come along but shrugged it off, assuming he didn’t want to interrupt your much needed day of relaxation.

Which is why you’re so puzzled when he calls you a few hours later and asks if you’re getting ready for dinner. A dinner that was never mentioned to you until now. 

You’re super confused, Cal is usually much more courteous, even when he wants to surprise you, because he knows how stressed rushing makes you. You hurry and jump in the shower; your boyfriend comes in a few minutes later and helps himself to the shower as well, hurriedly doing his business and pecking you on the lips before hopping out without a word. If you weren’t annoyed before, you definitely were now. 

You wrap up and exit the shower, entering the bedroom to find Cal shirtless in his dress slacks, examining a few shirts laying on the bed.

“What’s the vibe?” You ask, tone short. 

Cal looks at you out of the corner of his eye. “Dressy,” he answers in a tone that’s either distracted or edgy, you’re not sure which.

You shake your head and walk into the closet, immediately noticing things have been moved around. When you open the drawer you expect to pull your underwear out of, it’s now housing all the socks he bought on tour. 

“Calum! The fuck is my underwear?” 

“Relax, baby… I moved some things around to give you more space,” he explains, coming in and resting a hand on your hip as he pulls open a different drawer. He picks up the matching set on top, one of his favorites, a royal blue lace bralette and matching panties. “Wear this one, please?” He says, pressing his lips just below your ear. 

You stare at the side of his face and he seems unphased by your attention, walking over to the other side of the closet to start thumbing through your dresses. You aren’t used to Calum caring so much about what you wear and you start sensing that something’s up.

He grabs a black dress with thin straps and ruching up the sides; it hits you mid thigh but Cal particularly likes the way it accentuates your ass. He reaches up to your shoe rack and selects a pair of strappy, studded Louboutin heels and you momentarily forget you’re annoyed with him because his back flexes in an oh so delicious way. 

He moves back toward the door and grabs his belt, the one he knows makes you absolutely feral for him. You can’t help but focus on his fingers moving across the leather, threading it through the loops of his black pants. You watch his hands pull the belt taut to begin fastening the buckle and your mind begins to wander, recalling the last time you saw him do that, when the belt was around your wrists instead of his waist. You don’t realize you’re biting your lip until it begins to sting. 

He turns his head just enough to wink at you as you stand there grasping your underwear and towel. “You got a half hour before we need to leave, love.” 

You pass through quickly to the en suite, putting on the underwear he picked out and then quickly working on your hair and make up. Cal is in and out of the bathroom, setting accessories on the counter for both you and himself, including jewelry and his favorite of your perfumes. You lean in to the mirror to do your lashes and lips and he smacks your ass. 

“Ow, Calum,” you whine, grabbing your stinging ass cheek. 

He kneels behind you and pulls your hand away from the red mark, leaving a loud kiss on your skin. “Aww, sorry, baby,” he murmurs, squeezing both cheeks affectionately. 

He stands back up and settles at the counter next to you, reaching for his jewelry. You reach for your setting spray but your eyes flutter over to his reflection at the sound of him sharply hissing. You see him flinch at the coolness of his chain necklace touching his bare skin still warm from the shower and his plight is instantly relatable: you can’t count the times you’ve reacted in the same way when the chain dangles from his neck as he hovers over you in bed, grazing your sweaty skin. The contrast is always surprising yet delicious.

He slowly glides his rings on his long, slender fingers; they click together as he moves and you can practically feel them pressing into your skin, tightly wrapping around your wrists, gripping your throat.

Cal evaluates his reflection, pausing long enough for you to think the torturous show is over but then he reaches for the silver bracelet he wears on his wrist. The veins in his hands flex as he maneuvers to fasten the chain and once it’s done, he shakes his hand out, testing to make sure it’s secure. The action conjures up the image of how that bracelet slides and sways on his wrist when he’s vigorously working his cock, standing over you while you’re on your knees, eagerly awaiting to taste your reward, feel it hot on your skin.

He clears his throat, snapping you out of your vividly lustful daydream. He smiles and gives you a quick cheek kiss as he exits the bathroom. He finds you frozen in place when he returns a few moments later, button down shirt selected and on but still invitingly unbuttoned. He holds up your dress and shoes, silently asking if you want help with them. You cautiously nod and he patiently waits as you slip into the dress; you turn your back to him and he gently pulls the zipper for you, chuckling as you shiver at the warmth of his breath on your neck. You shudder again as he drapes a necklace across you, fingertips grazing your skin as he works the clasp. Before you can react, he’s dropping to his knees to help you into your heels, kissing on your calves as his nimble fingers delicately buckle the shoes. 

“Damn, baby,” he murmurs, as he stands to his feet, eyes moving up and down your body. “Looking so good.” 

“Thanks,” you manage to murmur, “I mean you should appreciate it, it’s basically your work.” 

“I may have picked the pieces but it’s your bod that’s making them work.” He reaches for your hand and pulls it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I’m gonna go grab us jackets.” He declares, pulling you in for a quick kiss. 

He softly caresses your thigh the entire ride to the restaurant, his fingers climbing higher and higher up your hemline as you reach your destination and you start to wonder if that’s a preview of what the night has in store. You’ve gotten dressed up for several date nights recently that have left you both satisfied with a public orgasm, Cal exploring that side of himself has been a thrill for you both. So it’s not a surprise the second you’re seated, Cal’s hand is back under the hem of your dress. 

He orders drinks for the two of you and when the waitress walks away, he leans in for a brief kiss, lips slotting together easily. He nuzzles his nose against yours before he pulls away. “You look so good, baby. Very kind of you to indulge me.” 

“You’ve got a good eye, baby, I know you like all these pieces separately, not sure why we haven’t put them together before.” 

He smiles, swipes the hair off your shoulder, and kisses on your neck, his lips drag across your skin up to your ear. “Got a goal in mind for you,” he whispers, fingertips dragging up and down the inside of your thigh. 

“Mmkay…?” You murmur back, eyes darting around the restaurant. 

“Look at me,” he says, and the second your eyes meet his, you can already guess what the request might be. His eyes are even darker than normal, lust filled, staring you down like he could eat you up right at this table. He grips your thigh tightly, leans in close, whispering, “Wanna cum in your mouth before dinner is on the table.” 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “So… you want a blow job or you just wanna finish in my mouth?” You ask for clarity. 

“Just finish, baby, wanna look at you, talk to you while you get me there,” he rasps, pressing his lips to yours. “Wanna hear you ask for my cum.” 

His eyes look over your shoulder and he smiles as the waitress sets your drinks in front of you. He asks for a couple more minutes to look at the menu and you nonchalantly drop your hand to his lap, running your nails against his thigh while you decide on food. 

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” he teases, fingers pressing against your pussy. 

“Just waiting till we order,” you shrug, cupping his cock. 

When the waitress comes back, you’re thankful that Cal orders an appetizer before dinner, buying you a little extra time. Based on his grin, he thinks you’ll need it.

When the waitress walks away, you turn towards Cal, sliding your hand up to undo his zipper. 

“No patience, baby?” He grins, shaking his head. 

“Well, handsome, you gave me a goal but didn’t lay out consequences or rewards for meeting it, so I just wanna play it safe.” You tease your fingertips from the base of his cock to the head and back down and you already feel him stiffening up under your touch. 

“Oh, you know exactly what you get for being a good girl,” he replies, voice deep as he swipes his fingers through your folds. “As for consequences… well, I think you remember what happened last time.” He leans in for a kiss, as a way to shield the quiet moan from his lips. 

You whimper because you do remember. How quickly his belt came out of his belt loops once the two of you arrived home, how easy it was for him to bend you over the closest surface, rip your panties off and deliver several hard smacks with the leather. The delicious torture would’ve been worth it on its own but he was also incredibly sweet about it afterwards, making sure it didn’t go too far and you felt well cared for. 

You pull your hand up briefly to discreetly spit in your palm, working your hand over to slick him up. As you run your thumb over his slit, he has to stifle a groan and you smile to yourself. 

Cal’s fingers on your clit start to match your pace on his cock, and you can tell how much he’s enjoying your skilled hand. He watches you, amused for a little while, seeing how much you enjoy what you’re doing, feeling it pool between your thighs, feeling his own precum bead at his tip. 

He moves in closer and lets a little moan out in your ear. “Baby, I think someone’s onto you, that breathy little thing you do is louder than normal,” he teases. 

You follow his eye line and it does seem someone keeps looking over at the two of you, but it could be any number of reasons. 

You work to make it seem less noticeable, what you’re doing under the table, and you're thankful for the long table cloths at this restaurant so no one is getting a full on free show, although the possibility of being noticed was always part of the thrill of this. 

You watch Cal lose his cool a little bit: biting his lip, covering his mouth with his free hand, before reaching to take a sip of his drink, glass shaking. You watch his neck as he swallows. “Baby, think you’re just about out of time,” he tsks, breathily.

“Please, I like to think I know what I’m doing,” you laugh naughtily, twisting your hand around the base of his cock, leaving your thumb hooked around his cock while you squeeze his balls. 

He groans in your ear and grabs your jaw to pull you into a kiss as his fingers work your pussy in a way only he knows how. “God… look at you,” he murmurs. “Working so hard to get your man off in public, knowing you get to taste my cum before dinner. Your lip is so red and swollen from the way you’re biting it, cheeks pink from the orgasm I’m stroking your pussy for. You feel it in your stomach don’t you? You love this, the possibility of getting caught.” He sucks in a sharp breath and you know what’s coming. 

You use your free hand to pull out your phone, fake check it for messages and then pretend to drop it on the ground, giving yourself a reason to bend down and finish him off. 

“You ready to cum for me?” You whisper, looking at his pink cheeks. 

He lets out a puff of air and nods at you. “About damn time.”

You lean down to put your mouth on his cock and as you wrap your lips around the head, he gently pushes you down further to take more of his cock in your mouth. You massage his balls and hollow out your cheeks as you pull back up, flicking your tongue over his slit a couple times and then he’s cumming, filling your mouth. You moan around his cock, continuing to slide your hand around it, milking his cum out, swallowing to make sure you can take it all.

Cal’s grinning wide at you when you come back up; his eyes crinkle as he watches you swallow and then pulls you into a kiss. The plates land on the table while he’s tasting himself on your tongue. “So good, baby… a very good girl.” He smiles at you. 

He lets go and turns back toward the table to dig in, his hand that had just been in your panties teasing you, pulled away, with no indication of when or how he’ll be finishing you. 

You stare at the side of his face and he does a great job of completely ignoring your unspoken inquiry. He takes a bite of his food and glances over at you. “You want a bite, baby? This is so good.”

You side eye him throughout your meal, waiting for the teasing to continue, some sort of plan to be unveiled but besides his hand occasionally stroking your thigh, he’s acting like it’s just a normal dinner date. When dessert comes, you let out a loud sigh.

“Need something, baby?” He looks over at you, giving you the look he does when you’re being dramatic. 

“Uh… well, I got you off before dinner, just like you wanted, so I’m wondering when the favor is gonna be returned,” you huff incredulously. 

“Oh… little lady… Was it not clear? You’re not cumming any time soon.” 

You scoff and stare at him. “Excuse me? I did what you asked…” 

He cuts you off. “Yes, baby, and you did great. But now I just need you to be patient and wait. It’ll be worth it, promise.” He leans in for a chaste kiss on the lips before digging into the piece of cake you're splitting. 

You sigh, crossing your arms and sitting back against the seat. You get the look from Calum but he otherwise ignores your mood shift. You pout your way through the rest of your time at the restaurant and though you let him wrap his hand around yours on the walk out to the car, you resume your annoyed posture once he closes the door and you put your seatbelt on. 

He gets in and when you loudly sigh again, he reaches over and grabs the back of your neck, a gentle but firm warning. “Baby, I’d maybe rethink that bratty attitude.” 

Which only frustrates you more, of course. Cal’s a giver, it’s not in his nature to deny you, especially after a public session, but here he is. You sulk the whole way home and Cal’s sure to let you know it’s not going unnoticed. His last warning about it is accompanied by a knee squeeze that you briefly hope will lead to something but then he completely removes his hand from your body, leaving you in stunned silence once again. 

Once you’re home, you don’t even wait for Cal to open your door, you just fling it open and stomp inside the house. You’re enough ahead of him that you have time to make it to the bedroom before you even hear the front door close. 

Cal calls for you, but you don’t respond, busying yourself with the orgasm you earned and he didn’t give you. 

When he graces the doorway, your teeth are sunk into your bottom lip, dress pulled up around your hips, heels dug into the mattress with your legs spread and hand in your panties, fingers slowly circling your clit. 

“Baby?” You hear him coo. “What’re you doing?” 

“You refused to make me cum so I figured if I might as well do it myself.” 

“That’s a… choice you’re making.” He smirks. “Baby girl couldn’t be patient and wait for me to give her an orgasm, had to rush inside, stuff her hand in her panties and do it herself? Think you might come to regret that.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “But at least I’ll have finally cum,” you snark.

He’s across the room in a second, his jacket thrown next to you on the bed. He makes eye contact with you, making sure you watch as he undoes the top couple buttons of his shirt, rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. He pushes the hair out of his eyes and then runs his hands up your thighs, grabbing your panties and quickly pulling them down your legs. “Might as well commit to it, then.”

His hands rest on your knees and his eyes flick between your face and what your fingers are doing between your thighs. 

“Push 'em in,” he demands.

“I’m sorry,” you pant, pausing to let out a moan. “You lost your opportunity to participate in my orgasm when you wouldn’t give me one.”

Cal smirks and shakes his head. “Baby, what did I tell you in the car? Stop being a brat. You want to get off, you go right ahead, but understand there are consequences for your actions.”

Your body shudders at both his tone and the look in his eye. You decide to follow his instructions and push two fingers in. Cal uses a ring clad hand to smack your thigh. “Calum!” You whimper. 

“That’s good, baby, use your other hand to rub your clit, small circles. Just like I would.” 

He lets you work, waiting for you to get close, something he can easily tell just by the way you breathe. “Eyes on me,” he commands. Your eyes pop open at the tone and you have to watch as he slowly undoes his belt buckle, gently pulling it through the loops, his long fingers sliding over the smooth leather. He folds it in half and carefully drags it up your thigh. “C’mon darlin’, you wanted to make yourself cum and I’m getting tired of waiting on you.” 

Suddenly, it clicks in your brain: his attitude, how demanding he’s being, the fact that you know he plans to use that belt on you in at least one way… he’s attempting to give you what you asked for and he’s showing no signs of breaking character like he usually does.

You take your time, really enjoying your building climax, working your fingers perfectly. Your head turns so you can bite the bed spread as you cum, your breathing indicating how hard it is. Cal watches with disdain as you relax, looking completely satisfied. 

He gives you a look that soaks you again in an instant. He leans over you. “So you think you can do it better than me?” 

“Just showing you I can do it for myself.” 

He stands and pulls at his lip, shaking his head in disbelief. “Get naked, leave the heels on.” 

His tone says not to test him so you quickly push yourself up to strip the dress and bralette off. He takes your hand and pulls you forward a bit, he trails his fingers and the belt across your skin, raising goosebumps as he goes, across your stomach and down the backs of your thighs, across your ass and over your nipples. 

He grabs your jaw for a rough kiss, bites your lip and then turns you around, shoving you face first over the bed. His hand smooths over your ass first, but even still, you don’t expect the spank with his belt right across your ass. He delivers two more that land across your thighs. 

You whimper and you can almost feel his hesitation until he speaks. “What’s your color, baby?” His voice is confident and strong as it leaves his mouth. 

“Green, green, green, so fucking green, Cal. Never been more green in my life.” It almost sounds like begging, even in your own ears.

You quickly lose count after four more spanks but you don’t mind, the sting will live with you for days and at this point you’re craving it. 

“So pretty and red, baby,” he murmurs, using his ring clad hands to squeeze your ass. Your body tenses, the rings are cool and against the sting, it hurts in the best way. “Now, let’s get you in a more agreeable position, yeah?” You don’t answer because you know it’s rhetorical. You whimper as he grabs your hair close to your scalp and pulls you to the floor, on your knees. “Hands” is all he says and you offer them right up. 

Cal wraps the belt around your wrists, securing them together. He taps your hands and you try to pull them apart, showing him they are solidly held together by the leather. His hands cup your neck, thumbs caressing your jaw. “Your mouth is so good, baby, think I wanna feel it around my cock again. Wanna be my good girl?” 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

You watch his jaw flex as he makes a big show of undressing himself, acutely aware of the way you’re hungrily watching his fingers work over his buttons, the way you lick your lips as even more of his body is revealed to you.

Your eyes become fixated on the way his underwear strains against his hard cock and you wait with eager anticipation for him to peel them off. You know the tip will be red and leaking, and you’re aching to see it. 

Without even thinking, you lean forward, mouthing over the fabric, feeling the warmth radiate from his cock, tasting the salty spot the precum has left. 

He sighs, but it’s not pleasurable, it’s… disappointment? 

“Just when I thought you were starting to behave.” His tone drips with disdain as he pushes your forehead back so you’re upright. He pulls his cock out with one hand, the other gently rubbing your neck and you get an idea of what to prepare yourself for. He strokes himself a couple times, before pushing his underwear down and stepping toward you.

He taps his cock on your cheek a couple times, then drags the tip over your lips, leaving a trail of salty precum. You hold back from licking your lips, even though you desperately want to. He pulls his cock up, runs the underside over your lips until his balls are at your mouth. “Suck,” he instructs. You quickly open your mouth to comply. “Isn’t it more fun when we play together?” He asks tauntingly.

With your mouth full, you agree, moaning around his balls. He pulls away and looks at you expectantly. “Yes, Daddy,” you sigh. 

His lips part in a soft but audible moan. He pushes the hair off your face and grabs his cock again, placing the tip back at your lips. “You ready for this?” He watches as you nod and open your mouth. He lets you slick him up, watching as you take more and more of him into your mouth, trying to prepare yourself. He pushes you back, letting his cock fall out of your mouth. “Don’t think you’re quite getting there, baby… open up.” 

You look up at him, confused as to what you did wrong and when you see the look on his face, you open your mouth as requested. He gives you an intense stare for a beat before leaning down to spit into your open mouth. Your eyes widen and your chest heaves with excitement; a low growl escapes his throat as he watches you react to your fantasy being fulfilled. 

“That what you wanted?” He asks sternly, though his eyes betray him and you can see his desperate need to please you lurking behind them.

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” you babble, heart pounding in your eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Good.”

You know the thrill is showing on your face, you feel it coursing through your veins, pooling between your thighs. He shoves you back to your knees and pushes his cock past your lips, grabbing your head to set his own quick pace. 

He only slows when he finally works himself into your throat, moaning out loud while you try to moan around his cock too. He holds you all the way on his cock for several long seconds, until he can feel the tears from your eyes on his own skin. He pulls his cock all the way out and cups your chin, bending to meet you at eye level. “Good girl.” 

He pulls you up by the belt around your wrists, only to shove you face down over the side of the bed. He grabs your ass in his hand, squeezing tight. “Baby girl,” he sighs, wrapping his hand around his cock and smacking it across your ass cheeks before spitting between them, the saliva running down your skin making it that much easier for him to rut his cock against your ass. “Been waiting to be in your sweet cunt all night. Didn’t realize how tough you’d make it, how sidetracked I’d have to get.” 

He finally stops fucking around and slicks his tip through your folds. He sinks into your pussy with a deep moan, bottoming out easily, eliciting a loud moan from you. He slowly pulls out and drives his hips back in, producing a loud smack as your bodies meet. You hear his breathing become labored as he picks up the pace. 

“Fuck… Daddy… feels so good,” you moan. 

He instantly responds, grabbing your hair to pull you up against his body. He growls in your ear as you arch against him, his cock hitting deeper. His hand wraps around your neck and he gently rubs it, grunting in your ear. “So fucking hot watching you suck my cock, eat my cum at dinner, always such a naughty little thing for me,” he praises, letting you go and pushing you back down, chest on the bed. 

He continues driving his hips, grunting, growling at you, his hands going to work on your already sore ass. You still still feel his rings digging into your skin as he grabs handfuls of your ass, feel the way they almost bite as he starts moving your body to meet him.

“Oh… fuck.” It’s a gravelly moan from the back of his throat. His hands grip your ass tightly as he slows, his cum spilling into you. He pushes all the way in and leans over your body, his chest pressing into your back as he sweeps the hair off the back of your neck, pressing soft kisses on the skin he’s uncovered. He leaves sloppy open mouth kisses down your spine, slowly pulling out as he goes. 

He grabs your hip and easily flips you onto your back. You bring your hands down and he quickly unfastens the belt, tossing it to the side. He leans in for a kiss, passionate and slow. “Color?” He murmurs in your ear. 

“Still green,” you say softly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He kisses the tip of your nose and then he’s on the floor, on his knees between your thighs. 

He pushes them further apart, making quick work of the mess his cum has made on your thighs, nipping and leaving hickeys as he goes. He pulls your thighs over his shoulders and wraps his arms around them, quickly licking into you with no other warning. Your fingers are instantly in his hair, moans spilling out left and right. “Oh fuck, Daddy,” you moan, desperately pulling him closer to you. He gently nibbles your clit, enjoying your sounds the way he always does. 

When you feel yourself get close, you let out a breathy “Cal, Daddy, please… wanna cum.” 

He pulls his head back a little and slides his tongue up and down your clit, “Good girl for asking… but I’m not ready for you to cum yet.” You groan as his thumb replaces his tongue on your clit and he goes back to kissing and sucking on your thighs, nibbling your skin. 

He can tell you’re getting too close so he pulls his thumb away as well. His hands set to work caressing your body, feeling over your curves while his mouth continues pressing kisses along your thighs. You whimper out his hame a few times, arch your body into his touch as his hands work up and down your sides and stomach, cupping your breasts, toying with your nipples. You press your hands over his, coaxing him into squeezing harder, feeling more. 

“Baby, please…” you moan. “Just wanna cum for you.”

“I’m not sure you’re ready yet,” he teases. “You were a brat for quite a while tonight.” 

“I know… I’m sorry, Daddy, please just let me cum,” you whine. 

“Ok, baby girl, ok.” He presses light kisses on your thighs, working back up to your pussy. His arms clasp around your thighs, lips wrapping around your clit and he holds you down as he starts to suck and lick over your clit. 

“Ahh, ahh, ahh… fuck!” You moan, pulling his hair, digging your nails into the back of his neck as you finally cum. 

He licks into you, cleaning you up as you come down. You pull him up when you can’t take anymore, pressing your mouth to his, licking past his lips. 

The kisses are noisy and needy, but slowly turn into something caring and reassuring, from both sides. You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him as close to you as possible. You kiss for a while longer and then he’s gently pushing away to undo the heels still on your feet, taking just as much care as he takes them off as when he helped you put them on. 

“I know this was all a little out of your comfort zone so I really appreciate you and all the effort you put into tonight,” you say softly. 

Cal tosses your shoes aside, kissing each of your feet before laying down next to you. He pulls your body to his so he can wrap you in your favorite blanket and him. “It doesn’t always have to be about me, though, baby. You deserve to have everything you want, love. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, I’m glad I was able to deliver on something you wanted.” He kisses your forehead before pulling back to study your face as he asks, “How’s your ass feelin’? I really did a number on you.”

You grin, the dull ache a satisfying reminder of the experience you just had. “It’s gonna be a rough couple days but definitely worth it.”

“I’ve got lotion for it, too. Figure we can shower once we catch our breath and then I can fix you right up,” he murmurs, lips attaching to your forehead once more. “Did I forget anything? Anything you’d change?” 

“My love, it was perfect, from dinner to the bedroom antics to the belt to the spit… once I put it all together… holy fuck, Calum, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so excited.” 

“Bet you thought I was just being moody,” he chuckles, pushing your hair off your face, threading his fingers through. “I’d do anything to make you happy,” he hums, slotting your lips together. 

You deepen the kiss and pull him tighter. “If I didn’t know before, I definitely do now, love. Thank you.” 

#calum hood #calum smut #5sos fic #5 seconds of summer smut #Calum!5sos #open my mind for ya #cass #cal-puddies fix

[bratzforchris]

Hey! I love your work! :) Could you please write a fic about Calum hood where he is autistic and needs some help on tour from the other boys? (For example, not enjoying changes of sleeping arrangements from a tour bus to a hotel room.) Also, no pressure for getting this done, take your time XX (plus, could I be mentioned if and when it gets posted so I can see the fic because if love to see what you can do with this prompt 🙂) thank you!!

Tour Struggles

A/N: hi! I was struggling a bit with this prompt, so I decided to turn it into headcanons! I hope you love it @tinymushroommangofish <3

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✤ when the guys are on tour, it usually helps if calum knows the schedule for the next day the night before. that way, he knows what's coming and can plan accordingly

✤ cal always rooms with michael when they stay in hotels, mostly because he has the strongest connection with him

✤ sometimes it's hard to meet fans on the street or when the band gets to the hotel because of all the screaming, so he makes sure to keep ear plugs or ear buds in his pocket

✤ luckily, all of the road staff are very understanding of calum's disability and are always willing to accommodate him

✤ duke is calum's service dog. he helps keep him calm during transitions and it usually helps to have some fluffy snuggles before the band goes onstage :)

✤ the band's bus has fidget toys everywhere and the other guys usually like to play with them too

✤ luke is calum's designated "deep pressure therapy" when they're on tour. it can hard to keep track of a weighted blanket when they're constantly switching from the bus to the hotel room. between luke's gentle, quiet demeanor and his height and weight he's the perfect snuggle pal when calum wants deep pressure

✤ every morning calum has designated "alone time". this helps him regulate because he usually engages in his special interests and takes some time to decompress

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[33-81]

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[slut4calum]

Why won't you love me?

calum and y/n are in a situationship. smut warning

In the early chapters of our connection, stolen glances defined the hidden corners of Sydney. Every alley and street corner became a canvas for our clandestine meetings, the city itself narrating a story around our growing affection.

Nights evolved into a captivating dance of shared laughter, lingering touches, and whispered confessions beneath the city lights. Sydney transformed into our secret playground, and Calum reveled in the way my laughter intertwined with the melodies of his bass, composing a symphony for our undercover romance.

As the months wove a tapestry of experiences, Calum's band embarked on a whirlwind tour. The stages, bathed in spotlight magic, served as the backdrop for my enchantment with the music and the irresistible charisma of Calum's performances. Backstage, amidst the pre-show chaos, our connection deepened in stolen moments of intimacy.

I often found myself attending Calum's shows, following him back to the tour bus. This night was no different. The air shimmered with a shared understanding as he pressed me against the wall, initiating a kiss that echoed with insatiable hunger.

"Been waiting for this," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "All damn night."

His kiss was demanding, his crotch grinding against my thigh with a growing urgency. Calum's hands, explorers on a mission, roamed my body, pulling me closer with each forceful caress.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice a hot whisper against my ear.

“I want you to wreck me,” I replied innocently.

“Oh, I was definitely planning on that,” he smirked.

Calum pushed my dress up, revealing the contours of my body like an artist unveiling a masterpiece.

"God, you're fucking stunning," he rasped, his voice a low growl filled with admiration.

His hand found its way between my legs, roughly rubbing circles over my clothed pussy. He pushed my panties to the side, inserting two long fingers, setting a rough and fast pace.

"Calum," I gasped, my voice a breathy plea. "Don't fucking stop."

“You like when my fingers are inside you?” he smirked.

“Fuck, yes, I love your fingers,” I moaned, nearing my climax.

Calum could feel me pulsing around his fingers, indicating I was close. He began rubbing my clit as his fingers continued their assault, sending me over the edge.

Undressing, Calum guided me onto the bed. "I've been craving this," he confessed, his voice a rough admission of the desires that had lingered unspoken. Calum climbed on top of me, kissing me roughly, his cock teasing me as it rested on my drenched pussy.

“Calum, please, I need you inside of me,” I begged.

Calum obeyed, quickly entering me, giving me no time to adjust to his size before beginning his thrusts. Calum's thrusts were slow and hard, each one receiving a loud moan from me as he slowly entered deeper and deeper.

Calum grabbed my hips, pulling me closer towards him with each thrust. My moans grew louder as he increased his speed. I felt my inner walls pulsing around him, my hands clawing his back as I reached my peak.

“Oh God, Calum, yes!” I screamed out in pleasure. Calum began to speed up his thrusts, pushing me to my limits. I grasped onto the sheets as I felt myself nearing my climax.

“I’m so close, Calum!” I shouted as I felt the waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body. Calum began to thrust harder and faster, pushing me over the edge as I screamed out in pleasure. My orgasm was strong and powerful.

Calum kept thrusting, his own pleasure increasing with each passing second until he finally reached his own climax, spilling his warmth deep inside me.

Calum pulled out, and we lay intertwined in silence for a while.

The room seemed to close in on us as Calum's gaze bore into mine. The remnants of passion lingered in the air, but the atmosphere had shifted, taking on the weight of unspoken truths and brewing tensions.

"Are you going to leave me again tonight?" Calum's question hung in the air, his vulnerability exposed in the rawness of his emotions. I laid there, a mix of frustration and an indifferent look in my eyes, contemplating the words that were about to unfold.

Calum's eyes, once filled with the excitement of shared adventures and stolen moments, were now clouded with a hint of desperation. "Y/N, we've had something special. Those nights beneath the city lights, the stolen glances in hidden corners of Sydney, they meant more to me than just late-night adventures. I thought we were building something real."

I sighed, the weight of our conversation feeling like an unexpected plot twist. "Calum, you're overthinking this. We're having fun, right? Why ruin it with all these expectations?"

Tears welled up in Calum's eyes, an unspoken plea for understanding. "This isn't just fun for me, Y/N. It's not just about the moments; it's about the connection we share. I thought we were in this together, creating something more than fleeting memories."

The room hung heavy with the weight of our unspoken desires and fears. Calum's gaze bore into mine, a silent plea for acknowledgment and reciprocation. "You're making this more complicated than it needs to be," I retorted, my expression indifferent. "Why can't we just enjoy what we have without overanalyzing everything?"

Calum, his frustration reaching its peak, took a step closer, trying to bridge the emotional gap. "Y/N, it's not about overanalyzing. It's about wanting something real. I've taken you to our shows, shared moments backstage, and poured my heart into songs about you, all because I believed in us. I need more than just the thrill of the moment; I need a future with you."

The atmosphere crackled with the tension between us, an invisible thread binding us in a complex dance of longing and hesitation. Calum, his eyes locked onto mine, realized that our love story, or lack thereof, had reached a crossroads.

"Why won't you love me?" The words escaped Calum's lips, a desperate plea layered with frustration and longing. It was a moment of vulnerability, a cry for reassurance in the face of uncertainty.

I met his gaze, grappling with the gravity of the situation. The silence stretched, echoing the unspoken complexities of our connection. Calum, on the edge of emotional turmoil, took a step closer, as if physical proximity could bridge the emotional gap.

"Y/N, please," he implored, his voice a desperate plea that cut through the heavy silence. His eyes, pools of vulnerability, glistened with unshed tears, mirroring the pain etched on his face. ""Don't leave. I need you. I thought we were creating something beautiful together. You're not just a passing moment; you're the melody in every song, the color in every day. Can't you see how much you mean to me?"

His plea hung in the air, a fragile hope teetering on the precipice of heartbreak. The room seemed to echo with the weight of unspoken emotions, the space shrinking as the seconds ticked away.

My gaze, steady but distant, met Calum's. "Calum, I care about you, but this isn't working.”

Tears welled in Calum's eyes, his voice a desperate whisper. "Please, Y/N, give us a chance. I can change, we can make this work. I don't want to lose you."

I took a step closer, my expression softened by empathy. "Calum, it's not about changing. It's about us. We're on different paths, looking for different things. Staying won't fix that."

Desperation clung to Calum's words like a lifeline. "I love you, Y/N. I can't let you go. We can find a way to make it work, to be together."

Gently, I touched his cheek, a bittersweet smile on my lips. His shoulders slumped, defeated, as if the weight of the world rested upon him. "I can't bear the thought of you leaving. Please, stay. Let's figure this out together."

I shook my head, a mix of sadness and resolution in my eyes. "Calum, I need to go. Maybe one day, when we've both figured ourselves out, our paths will cross again. But for now, we need to let go."

As I turned to leave, Calum's voice, a broken whisper, lingered in the air. "Please stay," he implored one last time, the words a plea that echoed in the emptiness of the room, a plea that remained unanswered as the door closed behind me.

#calum #5sos #calum 5sos #calum hood #calum smut #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum imagine #calum x reader #5sos smut #5sos x reader #situationships #why wont you love me

[sinning5sos]

Coworkers pt. 3

Requested: Yessir!!! Wait can I request a part three when Calum fucks the reader from behind on the couch (or like leaning against the back of it) 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 please 

Word Count: ~1,900

Smut:  couch fucking: sweet slow morning sex, rough doggy

Part one | Part two

You woke up, your muscles stiff as you stifled a yawn. You took a second to remember exactly what happened last night, and as flashbacks hit of Calum eating you out then fucking you from the side, a blush nearly crept onto your cheeks again. 

You arched your back and stretched your arms out in front of you. You attempted to keep your movements minimal, but Calum still stirred behind you.

“Morning princess,” He mumbled, his morning voice even sexier than his normal, and you turned as best as you could on the couch to face him. He nudged his nose against yours, and you admired his sleepy features. “I remember why I enjoy my bed so much,” 

“Good thing the sheets are in the dryer then,” You whispered, and kissed his cheek. He had a slight stubble forming, and you brought your hand up to his jaw and stroked it lightly.

“Are we going to use them again later? Should I just get a waterproof cover?” He asked, and you giggled as he finally kissed you.

“More fun my way,” You replied, and he chuckled.

“You were stretching earlier, right Princess?” He asked and you nodded, “Your muscles a little sore?”

You nodded again, wondering what he was getting at. Whatever it was, your pussy clenched at the idea of anything similar to the night before. 

“Good, that means we fucked well enough, but I’m not done with you yet.” He murmured, kissing you once again. He pressed deeply into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your body and they brought you closer to him. You were pressed firmly against his body, your arms creeping out between the two of you to wrap around him. His body was so strong, you couldn’t help but feel him up.

He noticed, and chuckled slightly as he pulled back, his lips pressing against the corner of your mouth, then the side of your jaw, then the side of your neck. He trailed kisses down to your jaw, his mouth dipping down to your chest and you knew it was a good idea for you two to sleep naked last night.

He shimmied himself down the couch a little, his eyes looking up toward yours with a devious smile on his face. His lips latched onto your nipple, sucking on it harshly and you whimpered a bit and closed your eyes. He helped guide you so you were now laying on your back, and he was once again between your legs.

“You know, this is such a pretty picture.” You said, and he chuckled as he wrapped an arm around each of your thighs, and pulled you down to him. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips, thankful that as serious as the two of you were to fuck, you were able to still have fun.

“Go ahead and take a picture then. Savor it, but trust me, any chance I get Princess, I’m going to be right here, tasting your sweet pussy and getting your juices all over me.” He murmured, before kissing right above your clit. He wasted no time in starting to eat you out, his vulgar words replaying in your head. You took him up on his offer and grabbed your phone off the coffee table, and snapped a picture. You admired the way his curls bobbed as his head moved against you, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs to keep you from moving. You set your phone back down, your body jolting as you felt his tongue dip inside of you and he pushed his nose against your clit.

“Fuck,” You moaned out, and you loved that you could still see the smile on his lips as he was buried between your thighs, “That’s new. I like that.”

He pressed his tongue flat against you, moving his head up and down and your body jolted each time he passed over your clit. You felt your orgasm approaching quickly. Calums’ hand moved from its grip on your thigh to his mouth and he sucked on his forefingers before pushing them inside of you. You moaned loudly, his fingers now fucking you as he continued to eat you out. 

“I’m going to cum,” You breathed out. He laid his tongue flat against you again, moving his head up and down as his fingers moved in and out. You lifted your hips up, his face moving with you as your orgasm crashed over you, your thighs shaking as you threw your head back. You caught your breath as Calum continued to lick up your juices, each little swipe of your clit making you nearly cum again. 

It was hot, watching him as he wiped the back of his hand against his mouth, and he sat up. 

“Can I fuck you now?” He murmured, his cock fully hard as he knelt between your legs. You nodded, and he pushed off the couch and found his wallet in his jacket. He pulled out a condom, grinning victoriously at you as he moved between your legs again. He had one foot on the ground, the other on the couch as he got into position. He gave no warning as he pushed into you, a moan falling from your lips as well as his.

“Fuck, you feel so good on my cock,” He groaned. He pulled out slightly then pushed right back inside of you, your body already adjusting to him. He started testing out a rhythm, and you knew that you were already nearing your second orgasm.

“I wonder how many times I can make you cum on this couch,” He murmured. He bent down, his lips catching yours as he continued to thrust into you. He moved slowly, nearly gently, a change up from last night. You wrapped your hands into his curls, tugging them harshly and he whimpered against your lips.

“So fucking hot for me,” You whispered against him, and he moved his lips down to your neck. You knew with how much he had been moving against your throat that you would have marks later you’d have to cover with makeup, or wear proudly into the office on Monday.

“Fuck Princess,” He moaned, and you smirked as you had him where you wanted. Your next orgasm was approaching, you lost count of how many total since you left the bar with Calum last night, and you hooked your leg around his to keep steady, “Gonna cum for me again?”

You could barely nod as your thighs clenched, your hips lifting up again to meet him then your body fell back onto the couch. 

“Cal,” You breathed out, barely any energy left and frowned, “I didn’t mean to cum so quick, that’s not fair for you.”

“Darling, my sole priority right now is getting you to cum as many times as possible.” He breathed out, bending down to kiss you again. The kiss was soft, especially compared to his earlier kisses this morning, and he pulled back with a small smile on his face.

“Come here baby, I have an idea. You trust me?” He murmured, his lips trailing kisses up your body again, going in reverse from earlier. You nodded, and he helped guide you over to the end of the couch. He had you bend over the end, your ass in the air and you turned your head against your shoulder to watch him. He leaned down, his tongue licking up and you moaned at the feeling. He slapped your ass once, before kneeling behind you and lining his cock up. He pushed in, a moan falling from his lips as he his head fell back. His jaw was so defined, you took a mental picture of this man fucking you from behind. He looked back down, his hand coming to wind itself in your hair and he tugged lightly. 

You moaned out, your arms wavering slightly as you attempted to stay propped up, but your energy was not there. Between fucking in the car last night, fucking in his bed and now, you were completely spent. 

“It’s okay baby, arch your back for me,” He murmured, and you giggled quietly as you did what he said. You pushed your front down, allowing yourself to get comfortable against the couch and you were in complete adoration at this man and the way he enjoyed putting you first.

You loved the rhythmic grunts, the sound of his skin slapping up against yours and without fail, you were near another orgasm. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sounds instead of the feelings. His moans sounded so lovely, so deep and you knew you wanted to hear them extremely often.

“I’m close baby, you ready to cum?” He muttered. You were thankful, close to the edge and you wanted him to cum with you. 

“God, I’m so close, yes Calum.” You breathed out, and he chuckled slightly as his thrusts became deeper and harder, his thighs slapping against yours with each thrust.

“Cum for me again,” He moaned, and you let yourself go as your orgasm rocked through your body. Calums hands gripped your hips, helping you keep your balance as he came as well. His fingers dug into your skin, it felt as if he left a groove from the past few times. You caught your breath, giving your muscles a chance to relax as he pulled out from behind you.

“God you are so fucking hot.” He murmured, and you smiled against the couch cushion. It took a lot of energy to look behind you as he cleaned himself up and threw the condom away, let alone for you to push yourself up. He helped you slightly, reaching forward to grab your hands and kissed the small of your back.

“I enjoyed all of that,” You whispered, turning against the couch to face him, and he smiled then kissed you once again, “Now let’s get breakfast and talk? While I love just using you as my slut, I want to know you.”

He chuckled at the name, before moving to grab his phone, and tugged you closer against him now sitting on the couch. 

“I’m an open book for you darling, but I agree on the breakfast part first.” He said, and you smiled as you lazily kissed his shoulder, then leaned your head against him, “Especially with how much you’ve come. I mean.. It’s a good thing I have a washer in my house.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, but the blush still crept across your cheeks. “Fine, breakfast is on me then.”

“Baby, I’m teasing. Do you know how fucking hot that is? It’s really like a medal or some shit. Some men can barely get women to cum, but I helped you squirt. Intense and insane.” He said, nudging his nose against the side of your head.

“Can we do this often?” He asked. A serious look crept onto his face, though he tried to disguise it, “You’ve been a lot of fun, literally, but I think we could also get to know each other well. It’d help, having a friend in the new place.”

“Friend with benefits maybe,” You replied, kissing him once again.

“Well obviously, no one else will be as good of a fuck as you.”

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[riya-kaur]

calum thomas hood

cw: soft/fluffy calum!

kiss me.

"you look so beautiful right now"

your eyebrows knitted together as you looked down at yourself, "cal, baby, i'm just in a towel" you giggle, raising your head back up, watching as he approaches you from outside the bathroom door, with a smirk plastered on his lips.

he hums as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. you let your hands rest on his tattooed biceps before looking up into his eyes.

"kiss me then" you giggle as notice calum's brown eyes flicker between your eyes and lips.

"don't have to tell me twice, love" he mumbles before placing his lips on mine, lingering a slow yet teasing kiss.

he smiles against your lips before running his tongue against your bottom lip. you part your lips slightly, allowing his tongue access, but he pulls back, looking down at you.

"what's wrong?" you ask, letting your hands travel up to his cheeks, cupping both sides. "nothing" he hums. "everything is perfect, love" he smiles.

he bends down slightly, letting his hand fall to the back of your thighs, lifting you up on to the bathroom counter. he inserts himself in between your legs.

"i got so fucking lucky" he coos as he tucks a strand of your hair behind you ear. you look down at your lap as you feel your cheeks turn to a deep red color.

"no baby, look at me" his voice is soft as he hooks a finger under your chin, lifting your face back to where it was.

"my beautiful baby" calum coos as he lets his lips fall to your collarbone purposely as he knows that's your weak spot. his hands rest on your thighs, squeezing them with every kiss you lays on you.

he raises his head once he hears a small moan exit your mouth. he places his lips back onto yours, this time more hungrier. he pulls you closer with every kiss, one of his hands on the back of your neck, helping you keep your balance as the two of you made out heavily.

you eventually pull yourself back for air, your lips still grazed as the two of you rest your foreheads on one another.

"you make me feel like a teenage boy again" calum chuckles as he hides his face in your neck, placing small kisses in the crook of your neck.

"mhm i''ve never noticed" you joke before placing a kiss to his head. you feel calum let out a small laugh against your skin.

"i should let you get dressed" calum frowns as he pulls away from you, he let's his eyes glance over your body one last time before slowly backing away. "you're so cute" you giggle as you shake your head.

"that i am" he winks from the bathroom door frame. you blow him a kiss before he pretended to catch it, "don't take too long, i miss you already" he frowns before leaving from the door frame.

you chuckle to yourself as you grab the outfit you laid on the counter, which you set there before your shower. you quickly changed into the outfit, which simply consisted of one of calum's graphic tees.

after changing, you made your way into your shared bedroom. you notice calum and duke spread across the bed, calum tugging lightly on the toy duke held in his mouth.

you watch and giggle at the two of them before walking around to your side of the bed, slipping under the duvet.

duke, instantly acknowledging you, came running over to you, his tail wagging whilst his tongue extended to your face, licking your chin.

"momma's boy," calum sighed as he observed the two of you, resting his back against the headboard.

you giggle at calums remark before peppering kisses all over duke's face, "hi baby" you coo, finishing with a kiss to his nose.

you place duke beside you as you snuggle into calum's side. you let your hand run up and down his bare chest.

"miss me" you ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "always do" he smiles, placing a kiss on your head

"nice t-shirt baby" calum points out. "thank you, it's my boyfriend, he's into his fashion" you joke. calum hums in response, "what else is he into?" calum asks, playing along.

"me" you wink, you observe calum holding in a laugh, "okay, that was good" he grins you look up at calum, giving him a lazy smile before letting your head nuzzle into his chest.

"ï'm tired" you announce. "can you sing me a song to fall asleep to?" you ask with a cheeky smile plastered on your lips, batting your eyelashes at him.

"always, my love" he coos as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing the small of your back softly.

he starts singing the first verse of 'gotta get out' looking down at you, his lips in a smile as he sings to you.

you watch the words flow out his mouth as you dart your eyes between his mouth and his eyes, as he did in the bathroom before. you hear calum chuckling, making you come out of your trance,

"go on then, kiss me"

a/n: this is a reupload from my old account! ♡

#calum hood #calum hood imagines #calum 5sos #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum smut #calum imagine #calum hood fluff #calum hood x reader #calum x reader #michael 5sos #michael clifford imagines #ashton irwin imagines #5sos #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings imagines #5sos imagines #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #5sos imagine #5sos fluff

[ughkat]

crush | c.t.h

part two

part one here

{ probably gonna turn this into a series so be patient for a part 3! }

cal x fem!reader

fluff?, kissing, drinking

not proofread

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"You should text Cal."...

I sat still in my bed, looking at my screen in confusion at Ashton's text. My brain unbelievably pieced together his distant attitude being tied to an attraction towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows and bit the inside of my cheek with doubt. There was no way he had a crush on me. I would know, right?

I hesitantly exited my messages with Ashton, scrolling to mine with Calum. Looking at my screen aimlessly, my thumbs shifted over the empty text box, thinking of something to say. I didn't want to scare him off, so I started simple.

"Hey"

I typed slowly, pressing send with shaky hands. I knew my nervousness wasn't stemmed from talking Calum himself, but more of finding out the full truth from him personally. Three dots appeared quickly, making my leg bounce with anxiety.

"Hi"

He responded flatly. I sighed at his dry tone. I knew his stubbornness would aide for an inconclusive conversation, so I decided to jump right in.

"What did Ashton mean before he ended the stream?" I sent the text hesitant, trying my best to sound nonchalant.

"Idk what you're talking about lol.".

His pathetic attempt at minor gaslighting me failed, I continued to push.

"Yes you do. Correct me if I'm wrong but he said you're mad at me because you love me?"

"Of course I love you. We all love you, you're my best friend."

I tossed my head back in frustration, rethinking my own suspicions. I realized I wasn't going to get what I wanted from him through a text, so I tried something else.

"Can we hangout tomorrow, just us? I feel like we need it."

I typed genuinely, knowing if he was telling the truth, he'd oblige. As the two of us hanging out alone used to be a common occurrence.

"You have work tomorrow."

He tried to think of a get away.

"I get off at 6. I'll see you after?"

I typed, giving him almost no choice but to see me. I watched patiently has I was left on read for a few minutes before Calum replied.

"I'm bringing drinks."

I smirked at his usual sass and need for a substance to calm his obvious.

" :) see you tomorrow."

I replied before switching my phone off and setting it beside me. I couldn't help but let butterflies slowly fill my stomach at the thought of myself making Calum flustered. For years, though I always found him attractive and had an underlying physical draw to him, I never imagined him more than anything than a friend. But I started to wonder if that was because I wanted it that way, or because I thought it had to be that way.

I began to doubt my own feelings towards Calum as I stared blankly at my wall in front of me. I bit my cheek as I reminisced on past memories and emotions throughout the years with Calum. I realized I never gave the thought of Calum as more than a friend a chance only for the wellness of our friendship as a group.

I stopped my thoughts in their tracks, snapping out of my trance and reminding myself that Calum hadn't confirmed nor denied his attraction to me yet, and I still could have simply misheard Ashton over my phone speaker. I settled deeply into my bed, letting my eyes flutter shut as I reassured myself of the pros and cons of tomorrows plans.

The sounds of footsteps and the occasional phone ringing filled the silence around me as I sat in boredom at my job. I had 15 minutes left of my shift, and all I could think about was the boy I would be meeting with when I got home. I tapped a pen mindlessly on the desk in front of me, my hours going by quickly while I let my mind wander about Calum.

On the dot, 6:00 rolled around and I began packing my belongings into my bag to head out to my car. I reached for my phone on my way out of the doors to reveal a message from Calum.

"Let me know when you're home.".

I caught myself smiling at his straight words, tucking my phone back into my pocket. I hurried quickly to my car, tossing my bag into the passenger seat before pulling out into the road.

I scolded myself mentally during my drive for beginning to fantasize about the possibilities with Calum and I. A smile escaped my lips at the idea of hearing Ashton's words correctly, and Calum really liking me.

Arriving home, I quickly raced to my bedroom, changing out of my work clothes and into black pajama shorts and oversized t-shirt. Leaving my makeup how it was, I pulled my hair out of its ponytail, running my hands through the tangles as I made my way to my bed, opening my phone.

"I'm home"

I sent a simple text to Calum before laying out on my back across my bed, letting out a tired breath. I rolled my ankles lazily, taking in the comfort of my bed before a single ding rang from my phone.

"Omw."

I bounced my leg anxiously awaiting Calum's arrival. Suddenly, it was like I was meeting him for the first time. I began to do things I wouldn't before think twice about. I checked my appearance multiple times in the mirror, made my bed, and tidied up my room. All things that I never cared about the boys, including Calum, minding before.

A few quiet knock fell at my front door, making me jolt from my frantic fidgeting. I calmly made my way to the front door, opening it to reveal Calum carrying a single plastic grocery bag.

"I have drinks and snacks." He lifted the bag slightly, speaking with a half smile. I stepped to the side, inviting him in. Already, I could sense his tense energy. I led him to the couch, I felt my heartbeat pick up its pace at the feeling of him so close behind me.

We took our seats beside each other, Calum leaving an awkwardly large space between us.

"Beer?" Calum offered blankly, reaching for the 6 pack of beer. I shook my head, more focused on the subject matter on my mind.

"No, thanks.".

"Wanna watch a movie or something?" He asked, forcing a fake civil smile.

The two of us sat sharing a glance for a moment before I took the wheel impatiently.

"I know you're lying." I spoke, looking down at my hands. Calum turned his head towards me quickly.

"What?"

"You're lying." I repeated, looking at his with a frustrated smile, "I know what heard on that stream, Cal." I leaned deeper into the couch, watching Calum's eyes dart across the room. He let out a sigh, appearing to be trying to gather his words.

"What do you want me to say?" He muttered quietly, making eye contact loosely. I looked down to my hands before back up to him through my eyelashes cautiously, watching his anxious expression.

"Is it true?" I spoke almost at a whisper, picking at my thumbs anxiously. He looked at me slowly, swallowing a lump in his throat before speaking deeply.

"What if it is?" He shrugged gently. I let out a sigh at his small confession, relieved at his words, yet finding myself in another boat of confusion.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I spoke, moving closer to him, feeling my energy being pulled towards his. He looked away as I got closer, becoming visually nervous. Looking back at me, he replied.

"I wanted to at first" He began, "But I kept ignoring it after some years. I was scared of what you'd say." He mumbled.

"And Ashton knew all this time" I continued, tilting my head. He looked down.

"Yeah, he thought you wouldn't feel the same either.".

We sat quietly in each others silence for a moment, sharing glances and collecting our thoughts. I felt myself warm up inside at the confessions coming from Calum, guiding my next few bold moves.

"Cal." I spoke with a smile, moving in closer. His head perked up quickly at my movements.

"Hm?" He muttered quietly.

"You should've told me sooner." I began softly.

"Why..?" He furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes darting to mine back and forth.

My eyes were stuck in a trance deeply into his sparking brown ones, and my mind took control. Without thinking, I leaned in quickly, pressing my lips to his passionately. He released a small gasp before swiftly closing his eyes, melting into the kiss as well. I pulled back quickly with semi wide eyes, looking at Calum nervously. His mouth was half agape, searching for his words. I watched his shocked expression and loss for words, instantly doubting my actions.

"I-." I started, looking down, "I'm sorry Cal, I do-" I was abruptly cut off by Calum pulling me in for another kiss, holding the side of my face with a gentle hand. I chill ran through me as our lips intertwined perfectly, making me melt under his touch. His mouth on mine was the deciding factor that I wanted every bit of Calum, in every way, all of the time.

He pulled away slowly, looking at me adoringly in the eyes. A smile escaped his lips, followed by us giggling in unison at our impulsive actions.

"Was that so hard?" I teased lightly, filled with joy at the breakthrough Calum had made.

"If I knew this was gonna' happen, I definitely would have told you sooner." He joked with a scoff. I giggled, leaning back into the couch with a sigh.

"Was this your plan the whole time?" He asked smugly, narrowing his eyes. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"No, actually." I laughed, "I came into this blind. Didn't have a plan." I reached for a beer from the coffee table in front of us, cracking it open swiftly and taking a sip. Calum rolled his head back lazily on the couch before speaking.

"In all realness though, I really do like you," He began, "Like, a lot. And I have for a really long time." I began to confess slowly as he joined me with a drink.

"How long?" I asked genuinely, I turned to look at him as he continued.

"Ever since Ash started bringing you around, really. Truthfully, you're one of the most beautiful girls i've ever met, Y/n." He chuckled with embarrassment, looking down to his drink. I blushed uncontrollably at his words, mimicking his actions and looking down.

"Whatever." I giggled at his hyperbole of my description. How could someone as fit as Calum find me to be the most beautiful girl he's ever met?

"It's true." He urged, "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I wanted you to be mine." He spoke boldly. I turned to him with a serious expression, shocked by his words.

"Really?" I mumbled quietly. He nodded his head with a shy smile

An uncontrollable grin took over me, immediately noticing the change in energy. Calum seemed to be slowly resuming his usual self, only leaving me with one question. What now?

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[cth2seater]

Anyone can start again

Not through love, but through revenge.

📷🪩🎬

#LEATHER JACKET CAL #he’s so lana coded #calum + high by the beach is everything to me #5sos #5sos moodboard #moodboard #calum 5sos #calum hood #calum imagine #calum smut #calum 5 seconds of summer #calumthomashood #5 second of summer imagines #5 secs of summer #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of smut

[dedgirlcrawling]

Wet Dreams 18+

Ashton x Reader x Calum

Summary: Ashton starts to get frustrated that you’re moaning Calums name in your sleep and finds a solution that benefits everyone.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (f&m receiving), unprotected sex, dp (double penetration), swearing

Word Count: Long enough

A/N: i was forced to post this by my friend so i could read theirs. This is my first work posted so be nice or don’t, constructive criticism is chill. if i missed any warnings lmk and i’ll fix it. x

“Hey baby.” I’m woken up to Ashton petting my hair.

“Hmm?” I respond still half asleep and confused. The room is still dark so it must be the middle of the night.

“Do you wanna fuck Cal more than you wanna fuck me?” He asks his hands trailing up my legs.

“What??” I question peeling my eyes open to look at him. Maybe I heard him wrong.

“It’s not an every night thing, but it’s often enough..” He trails off. “I hear you moaning his name and panting.” His fingers reach my panties and dip under them. “Look how wet you are. Cal can come over and we can fuck you how you want baby.” Ash offers pushing a finger inside me.

“Please,” I pant focusing on his fingers.

“If you want Cal over you have to be the one to call him. You can use my phone.” He says handing me his phone. I call Calum and he picks up after the second ring.

“Hey what’s up?” Calum answers voice heavy with sleep.

Right when I’m about to answer Ash attaches his mouth to me causing me to moan as a response.

“Ash?” Calum questions. Ash looks up at me expectantly raising an eyebrow not stopping his relentless fingers.

“Hey Cal.” I breathe out. “Can you come over?” I manage strained.

“When, right now Y/N? Are you okay?” Cal asks on the other side. Ash adds another finger and begins moving his hand faster making this much more difficult.

“Please, Cal.” I whine. “Need you to come over.”

“I’ll be there soon.” He ends the call and Ash’s phone is soon forgotten.

“Such a good girl. We’re going to give him a nice view to walk into.” He says before reattaching his mouth. Time melts around me and I soon forget about Calum coming over.

“Fuck,” Calum breathes out once he enters our room seeing us. Ashton removes his mouth but keeps his fingers going at a steady rate.

“Yeah mate. She’s been moaning your name the past couple of weeks and it’s driving my crazy. Wanna help me take care of her tonight?” Ash questions looking at Calum.

“Are you guys serious?” Calum stares wide eyed.

“Please,” I moan out reaching towards Cal and Ash turns to me.

“I know princess.” Ash coos moving his fingers faster. “What do you say Cal? You wanna taste?” Ash asks causing me to moan out.

“Yeah more than anything.” Cal says walking towards the bed looking at me hungrily.

Ash removes his fingers from me and moves away from me to make room for Calum. Calum sits on the bed and runs his hands up my legs. He leans down and stops his hands just before they reach my heat.

“You want this?” Cal asks looking up at me.

“Yes, please Cal, please.” I beg bucking my hips.

Cal attaches his mouth to my heat and I moan out. Ash settles in behind of me and has me propped up against his chest. He moves his hands to my nipples and begins rolling them in between his fingers causing me to arch off of him. Calum pushes two fingers into me and starts a quick pace.

“You’re being such a good girl for us baby.” Ash praises in my ear. “I want you to cum all over Cals face.” Cal moans in agreement into my heat. He quickens his pace and tongue. I moan out loudly and cum onto Cals fingers. He doesn’t slow down and keeps moving his fingers in and out.

“Think Cal wants you to cum again for him baby. Can you be a good girl and do that for us?” Ash coos pushing the hair out of my face.

“Yes daddy.” I pant out. Cal groans into me causing me to moan out from the vibrations. He curls his fingers and sucks at my clit. I’m shaking from so much pleasure my head is spinning.

“Come on baby.” Ash coaxes pinching my nipples. I grip Calum's hair and arch of Ash’s chest. “Cum for us.” 

“Oh my god.” I moan out as I cum hard around his fingers again. He helps me ride out my high then removes his mouth and sits up.

“You taste so fucking good Y/N.” Cal says looking at me with hooded eyes. He leans in and gives me a kiss that leaves me out of breath. I can taste myself on him. I’m intoxicated by his mouth and I need more.

“Please daddy can Cal fuck me?” I turn around to Ashon and beg. 

“Yeah you wanna cum around him?” Ash asks.

“Yes.” I moan out. “And then yours after please.” I start kissing his neck. 

“You always want so much baby girl.” Ash grips my waist. “But you can have it.” Ash says as Cal brushes my hair away and kisses my neck. I lean back into Cal and Ash leans down and licks at my nipples.

“On all fours baby.” Ash breathes out. I listen to him and look behind me to watch Calum. He’s pulling his pants off and making his way back to the bed. He places his hands on my ass and runs them up my back.

“She’s a very good girl Ash.” He says looking at Ashton. I hum at Calum's words looking to Ash to hear his response.

“Yeah tonight.” He chuckles and caresses my cheek. “You don’t gotta fuck her like she’s been good though.” 

“Oh I didn’t plan on it.” Cal chuckles. He breathes out while it slapping my ass. He rubs his tip around my wet folds and pushes in. He groans when he bottoms out and I moan out gripping Ash’s thighs. He almost pulls out and then snaps his hips back into me. 

“Taking me so well.” Cal breathes out running his hand up my spine as he continues fucking into me. I bring my hand up and palm the outline of Ash’s bulge. He groans and pulls his boxers down. I grab his member and bring it towards my mouth and suck on the tip of it. He groans out and pushes my hair to the side. He pushes his himself into my mouth at the same time Cal thrusts in particularly hard. I moan out around him causing him to grab a handful of my hair.

“You look so hot with two dicks in you at once baby girl.” Ash compliments. He snakes his hand around and begins rubbing my clit. “Want you to squeeze Cal real good.” Ash begins rubbing faster circles. I moan loudly around Ash as spit runs down my chin.

“Come on Y/N. Need you to cum all over me.” Cal pants huskily as his trusts get sloppier. I pulsate around him. I feel him pull out and cum on to my ass. Ash pulls himself out of my mouth and looks down at me adoringly. Ash pulls me up so I’m straddling his lap.

“You’re such a good girl for us baby.” Ash coos.

“You ready for one more?” 

“Yes.” I nod my head and breathe out. He lifts my hips up and positions himself. I sink down and he grinds me closer once he’s bottomed out. Cals arms wrap to my front and begin toying with my nipples. Ash brings his hands to my waist and starts moving my hips faster. I feel my orgasm building quickly. One of Cals hands runs down my body and starts rubbing my clit. I moan out and rest my head in Ash’s neck let out small whimpers. 

“You gunna cum around daddy baby?” Ash asks rutting up into me.

“Please can I daddy?” I beg into his ear.

“Yeah baby. Wanna feel that pussy cry for me.” I cum hard around him hearing his words. He cums behind of me and slowly pulls out.

“You did so good for us princess.” Ashton praises peppering kisses all over my face.

We wait there while Cal grabs a towel for us. Once we’re done cleaning up Ash lays us down and I cuddle into him. Cal lays down on the other side of me and begins petting my hair. 

“You were a very good girl tonight.” Ashton says kissing my forehead. 

“Thank you for letting me get a taste princess.” Calum says cuddling into me.

“You can come get a taste anytime.” I say looking up to him and kissing him. I turn my head and kiss Ash.

“Thanks for letting me come over. It was unbelievable.” Cal says contently looking at the both of us.

“After tonight, you’re always welcome over.” Ashton says with a smirk.

“You can stay the night if you want.” I offer and turn to Cal and give him a warm smile.

“Yeah that’d be nice.” Cal agrees and settles into bed.

I cuddle into Ash and Cal cuddles into me. We finally fall asleep as the sun starts to rise content and absolutely exhausted.

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[cal-puddies]

He Feels Like Home // Calum Hood

ok... so im writing again... I have a few WIPs, @kindahoping4forever and I are seriously plotting what comes next for daddy's home, and yeah... so as always - cal thanks for being so cute, and Crystal, thanks for the graphic!

You stand at the counter waiting for the coffee to brew. You watch out the window as the rain makes little splashes in the pool water, letting out a relieved breath as thunder rolls overhead, grinning as you watch the lightning dance in the sky. The sound masks the footsteps in the hall, and the lightning keeps you in a trance. 

The first realization that he’s even awake is his fingers dancing up your thigh right before he presses against your back and wraps his arms around you. 

“It’s storming Darlin, you’re supposed to be extra sleepy.” He murmurs in your ear. You rest your hand on top of his where it’s wrapped around your stomach, “no cold beds on rainy days. That’s your rule.” He whines. 

You chuckle a little, and he causes you to shiver by running his fingers up your bare side, “I know Bubba.” You nod. 

“Where’d you even find this shirt?” He murmurs, lips pressing against your neck. 

“In a backpack in your closet. Why, you want it back?” You tug the bottom of the black cut sleeve.

Calum sticks his arms in through the holes, “absolutely not, looks way better on you than it ever did on me.” 

“You only like it because it’s side boob and easy access to your favorite parts of my body.” You turn in his arms and wrap yours around his neck, standing on your toes to kiss him. 

His hands sweep down your sides, running around to the back of your thighs, he pulls them up to give your ass a tight squeeze, he smirks because he knows you’re not wearing panties, “baby, every part of you is my favorite part.” He mumbles into the kiss. 

“Ok, take me back to bed, handsome.” 

“It’ll be my pleasure.” He lifts you off your feet and you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“I’m sure it will be.” You both smirk as he turns on his heel and heads for the bedroom. You rest your head against his chest as he carries you. You relish in how strong his body is, never misses a beat when he’s picking you up or having to walk anywhere with you hanging off of him, you both love falling asleep on the couch, cuddled together, you on top of him. 

You take the quick opportunity to breathe him in, the faint scent of peppermint soap and tobacco clings to his skin, you both showered and he went out to smoke after the two of you had a nice evening in filled with dirty sex. You let out a little hum as he walks into the room. 

“You good?” He chuckles, walking toward the bed to drop you onto the mattress. Only it fails because you don’t let go. 

“Oh… you’re coming down with me.” You murmur. 

Cal moves to put the both of you down, catching himself at the last second so as not to smoosh you, even though he knows you love his weight on you. When you sleep on your stomach, he’ll typically cuddle you by laying himself over you. 

He whispers “hi,” and then kisses you, you let him go and the two of you resituate, practically nose to nose, legs tangled together. Cal’s hands exploring your body like it’s the first time he’s feeling it beneath his palms. His touch is soft, his hands sweep over every curve of your body while you breathe each other in, murmuring little nothings, giggles when his touch tickles. Your fingers trace his tattoos on his chest, you can just barely see them. But you know them well. 

His eyes crinkle as he smiles at your little giggles, his fingertips find and trace all of your tattoos as well. 

“Do you know why I love you so much?” you ponder quietly. 

“Because I'm so handsome… and you were definitely only looking to date the first rock star that looked your way, luckily Ash didn’t see you first.” he chuckles. 

You grin and roll your eyes, “While you are handsome, I love you so much because it’s safe to just be me around you. You’re safe.” you shrug, not really meeting his eyes. 

His hand comes up to tilt your chin a little to look at him, “You’re home for me.” he murmurs. “I love you, and I’m the best me with you, and i think i make you better too.” 

You smile and pull him in for a kiss and roll onto your  back. “Why do we only have these talks in the morning?” You chuckle. 

Cal moves too, resting his head on your stomach, his body pressed flush with yours. You tangle your fingers in his curls as he looks up at you, “it’s quiet.” 

“Yeah… the world is quiet.” You agree in a whisper. You stare off for a bit, gently scratching his scalp. He leaves you be for a while, fingers tracing the tattoo on your forearm. 

Next thing you know, your shirt is pushed up, bunched around your ribs and he starts pressing wet, open mouth kisses to your skin. “Come back to me, love.” He murmurs. Your eyes find his, he smiles at you and you move your hands to slide over his shoulders.

“Sorry handsome.” You smile. 

“It’s ok baby, early and rainy. I just want you here with me.” 

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

“And I’ll make sure of it.” He grins. His arms come down and wrap around your thighs, his lips press open mouth kisses along them, and he nibbles where your thighs will rub together, making sure he’s remembered when you’re no longer in bed together. He hums as his lips press everywhere but where you want them. “Who’s my pretty baby?” He asks. 

You don’t say anything, just arch your back to let him know you want more. He obliges, tongue flicking out over your clit, spreading your lips as he teases you. His tongue glides over your clit in varying pressures for a few minutes until he kisses lower and pushes it inside. “Oh baby.” He murmurs, and you can hear the grin in voice as his tongue laps at the juices it displaced. He tightens his grip on your thighs and his nose nudges against your clit while he licks deeply into you. 

Cal could eat all day, and you’d happily let him, some of the best lazy days end up that way. But he had other plans, “love, if you aren’t gonna tell me who my pretty baby is then I’m gonna stop eating this pussy.” He warns. 

You let out a little whine and pull him closer to you, but he closes his mouth and does his best to not give you any friction. “Me, I’m your pretty baby.” You breathe, “please Bub.” You mumble. 

“As long as you reaffirm that, I’ll keep eating.” He promises, lips pressed to your thigh, soft kisses trailing back to where you want his mouth. 

You utter “I’m your pretty baby.” A couple times, and he feigns not being able to hear you, so you speak up, and he goes back to licking into you. 

Cal keeps up his end of the bargain, as long as he can hear you uttering the phrase, his mouth doesn’t stop. His lips suck your clit as his tongue caresses into you, one hand is hanging on tightly to your thigh, the other has pushed up your stomach, under your bunched up shirt to massage your breasts, tweaking your nipples. 

Your hips buck up to his face, and he lets you, loves knowing he’s making you feel so good. Your hand covers his on your chest and you squeeze over it, “I’m your pretty baby… fuck Cal… pretty baby.” You breathe. You drag your nails up the back of his neck and grip and handful of hair, tugging until he gets the point and makes his way back up your body, you kiss and suck on his neck as he kisses your forehead. He pulls away slightly and nuzzles his nose against yours before pressing your lips together. “Need you.” You moan, sliding your hand down his back, tucking it into his underwear, gripping his ass. He presses his hips to yours and you both moan.

“Need you too.” He groans, scooping his arm around you to sit you up. The two of you work together to get naked and he gently lays you back, reaching over to the bedside table for the lube. He quickly lubes his cock and gently guides himself in before dropping to his forearms on top of you. “Hi.” He chuckles, his lips press to yours in a sweet kiss. 

You giggle into his mouth, and the two of you seem to wordlessly decide on a slow pace. 

“I like you.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles at you. 

“You’re alright… no Ashton but…” you giggle, running your hands down his sides, “and you certainly don’t have an ass like Luke’s.” You tease, squeezing his ass.

“Right back atcha, pretty girl.” He giggles, which sends you into a fit of giggles too. 

“But I like what I have.” You wink. 

“Lucky for you, Luke isn’t really my type.” 

“Very lucky for me, then,” you kiss the tip of his nose, you arch your back into him, “feel so good, m’love.” You moan. 

“I can’t even describe how good you feel right now.” He admits, reaching up to swipe hair out of your eyes. He presses soft kisses on your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose. “I should make you pancakes.” He murmurs. 

“Someone’s in his feels today…” you grin, pulling your hands slowly up his back, you wrap your arms around his neck. 

He gives you a questioning look, “what do you mean?” A soft moan leaves his lips and his hips press further into you. 

You arch your back, letting your head fall back as a louder moan comes out of your mouth. Cal’s plump lips kiss along your neck. When you’re coherent again, you look at him, grinning, “you always wanna make me pancakes when you’re in your feels.” You watch his features as he thinks through it. 

“Guess you’re right.” He chuckles. 

“I’m not complaining,” you smile softly and pull him down for a slow kiss, “if you feel the need to feed me to show love, I’m all for it. I could eat your pancakes anytime.” 

“Oh it’s ok for you to want my pancakes anytime, but when I want your pussy anytime…” he giggles. 

You roll your eyes, but laugh as well, “have I ever stopped you?” You bite your lip. 

Cal shakes his head, “and I hope you never do.” He admits. 

You brush his curls out of his eyes, “truth is, I probably love it as much as you do.” You lean up for a kiss and Cal sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a moan. 

“I love your sounds… and the way you grab onto me, like I can’t be close enough.” He murmurs to you, hand slipping down your side, gripping your thigh so he can quickly move the two of you onto your sides. He hooks your leg over his hip, and then pulls you against his chest. Your hips work together slowly, but fluidly, bringing you both closer to orgasm. 

You move your face close to his ear to moan, and whisper “you can’t be,” as Cal palms your breast. You pull your head back, laying it back on the pillow, both of your breathing shallow, chests heaving together. Cal’s tongue teases across your lips and his hand travels down to grab your ass. He gives it a gentle smack and you grip into his skin. “Calum…” you hum, locking your lips together. 

He quickly pulls out of the kiss and lets out a low groan, indicating he’s close. “Can’t hold it Darlin.” He murmurs. 

“Right there with ya, handsome.” You breathe. 

Cal presses one hand into the small of your back, keeping your body close to his, and uses his other hand to rub your clit, ensuring that if you don’t cum together, you’ll cum close after him. 

But he’s misjudged you, you're gripping into him, desperately pulling him in for a kiss and your quiet moans spill into his mouth as you cum. “Oh god.” You moan, sucking his plump lip into your mouth. “Calum.” The whine is so quiet. 

He removes his hand from your clit and grabs your ass in both hands, holding you steady so he can finish, you grip one hand into his hair and the other into his skin, and start whispering dirty things to him, “feel so good handsome… lovin your pretty baby so fuckin good.” 

Cal groans, his teeth sink into the sensitive spot where your shoulder meets your neck. He sucks while his hips slow, and you feel his cum filling you. You moan into his skin and the two of you rock your hips together until you’ve come down. 

He pulls out and briefly rolls onto his back, he watches you roll onto your stomach, you reach over and touch his ribs, grinning at him. He rolls over, half of his body on top of you, lips next to your ear, arm wrapped around you. “I love you.” He whispers, lips grinning against your cheek. 

You turn your face into his, “I wanna be naked with you all day, love.” You hum. 

He pulls back a little, resting his head on the pillow, nose to nose with you, he brushes hair off your shoulder and neck, “I have no problem with that. I’d love to have you naked all day.” His hand smooths down your back, he grabs the sheet and pulls it over your naked bodies. “Wanna clean up?” He whispers. 

“We should, but I’m comfy.” You complain, yawning and stretching your legs out. 

“I know, but c’mon pretty baby, I’ll warm ya back up.” He promises. 

Cal pulls you against his body, lifting you slightly so your feet end up on top of his, and he holds you tight as he walks the two of you to the bathroom, lips locked with yours. You’re only separated long enough for him to clean both of you up, and a quick bathroom break, and then he’s hoisting you up, carrying you back to bed. He plops you down and turns to reach for a pair of shorts, you know he needs to go take Duke out, but you’d much rather have him in bed with you. 

You reach out and smack his bare ass, he laughs and turns toward you, swatting your hand away before stepping into his shorts, “Hey, missy, it’s nice hands today.” he warns. 

 “I used my nice hands!” you exclaim, “but, thank god for those squats and the way you cheeked up.” 

You both giggle and he leans over to you for a kiss. “You want anything while I'm heading that way?” he asks. 

“Just more of you.” you grin, gently gripping into his skin and dragging your nails, adding a little lip bite. 

“I will be happy to oblige my pretty baby.” he grins back, with a kiss on the forehead he disappears and calls for Duke. You get snuggled back up under the blanket and watch the rain hit the window. 

Your eyelids are heavy by the time Cal returns, holding Duke in a towel rubbing his little body to dry him off. Cal sets him down and Duke takes off out of the room, as Cal moves to get in bed, you hold your hand out and one eye open, “it’s nekked time Hood, can’t get in bed if you have clothes on.” You prop your head up in your hand.

“That’s a hard bargain, pretty baby.” He coos, grabbing the waist band and pushing the shorts to the floor. 

You watch, admiring his body, you stare up at him, as he moves closer, watching his muscles flex and relax, how lean he looks and the deliciously thick thighs he has, you admire his shoulders, and how broad he looks. You bite your lip, thinking about every little thing his body has ever done for you and imagining some of your favorites… like the time he pinned you up against the wall and ate your pussy. Or any of the several times you’ve watched him jerk off for you, feeling his hot cum spraying across your skin before he relaxes and he uses his fingers to finish you. The way his naked body feels on yours is one of the greatest feelings, the skin on skin, feeling his muscles flex against you, enjoying the few soft parts of him. 

“You’re straight up ogling pretty baby.” He murmurs quietly, smirk crossing his face as he’s climbing into bed next to you.

You wait a beat for him to situate and then move in. “There’s a lot to take in.” You whisper, pressing your lips against his bicep. “Nice strong bod, the way you love me, the way you want me… I’m so lucky to have you.” You kiss over to his mid chest, slowly with slightly open mouth kisses before moving your body over his, straddling him. 

“Pretty baby, have you seen yourself… I’m the lucky one.” He murmurs, holding your hips as you lean into him, peppering kisses across his shoulders, jaw and neck. His hands slide up and down your back with a light touch, it's soothing and sweet, and makes you wanna love on him more. You trail your lips over his upper body, letting your fingertips linger over his arms and chest. His breathing shallows. “Love, thought you wanted to sleep more.” he chuckles. 

You look up at him, stopping your trail of kisses, you lean up and kiss his chin and then a chaste kiss on the lips, and then his nose, “we never discussed more sleep.” you point out, “and I just wanna love on this gorgeous bod while it’s here and not across the world.” 

His cheeks tinge pink and he looks away a little bashfully for a beat, he looks back at you and cups your face in his hands, pulling you in for a soft kiss, lips locking together slowly, but purposefully. He gently pushes you away so he can look at you, still cradling your face in his hands, “I’ll never be tired of the way you love me.” 

“Good.” A soft smile plays on your lips as the two of you lock eyes. 

Cal lets out a content sigh as his fingers fall over your face, you watch his eyes as he tries to memorize you like this, his thumb traces your bottom lip. Your hands come up and each wrap around one of his, eyes still locked. You press a kiss to the tip of his thumb and then pull his hands down so you can kiss over the back of his hands and his knuckles. 

“Calum.” You sigh softly, he pulls his hands from yours and pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around you. He enjoys the feel of your breath on his neck, and he gently rolls the two of you onto your sides. He tangles his legs with yours, and then gently pulls you into a soft make out session. 

The only things you can hear are the soft pattering of rain on the windows and the breathy little sighs the two of you emit while kissing. All you want is to have him  closer, to feel as much of him against your body as you can and he seems to sense that, helping you to pull your bodies flush together. He lets out a little moan of your name and pulls out of the kiss, tucking you tight to his body, you breathe him in, taking a couple extra deep breaths in through your nose. He loosens his grip and instead of being tucked entirely against him, you are more cradled next to him. Your fingertips lightly trace his collarbone and what you can see of his tattoos, and you watch intently, as you move on to trace over the muscles in his arm you think about how much you like being held by him. 

“What’s on your mind?” He whispers. 

“You… being held by you.” You whisper back, looking up at him. 

He lets out a breath, cups your cheek and then presses his forehead to yours. His thumb gently caresses your face, and again you're able to focus on the pattering rain and his breathing, the way his touch is exuding love and the calmness of it all. His lips form a gentle grin, you can feel it even with your eyes closed. “I love you.” He murmurs. 

You press your lips to his briefly, nuzzle your nose against his. You turn your body back into his and throw your arm across him. 

Cal presses you onto your back, draping himself over you, you hold onto him, he starts to quietly hum and you slip into a peaceful slumber. 

When you wake up, Calum is still mostly on top of you, his head is next to yours on the pillow and as you come to, you feel all of him, his little breaths fanning out across your face, the very tight grip he has on you, like if he lets go, you’ll be gone, the weight of his body on top of yours. You realize you’re hanging onto him just as tightly. 

You look at his face, his chubby cheek squished against the pillow. His cheeks are slightly pink, you know he's warm. “Pretty baby,” he murmurs. 

“You’re awake?” You whisper. 

“Yeah, I can feel you staring.” He blinks his eyes open. “Kinda hungry.” 

“I could eat.” you admit. 

Cal presses his palm against your opposite cheek and pulls you in, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your cheek closest to him. “Good, let me make you some food.” 

He gets up and pulls his shorts back on and picks out a T-shirt for himself, he looks at you, lingering in bed under the covers. He walks to the closet, his fingers sweep over the fabric of his flannels and his hoodies, trying to find the right one for you to wear. 

He tugs a hoodie off the hanger and comes over to the bed, you finally sit up and stretch your arms up, once you relax, he pulls it over your head, and helps you get your arms through the sleeves. You hug your arms around yourself, “so soft.” You grin. 

He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, “it’s brand new, part of the new merch. I’ve only been wearing it around for you, so it smells like me when I’m gone.” He murmurs. He gently tugs your hand and you crawl into his lap. 

“I almost forgot you’re leaving soon.” You admit, tucking your face in his neck and holding tight to him. 

He squeezes you back, whispers “I know, I ruined it,” and then he whisks you off the bed and down the hall. 

Cal starts to work on the pancakes, getting out the bowl and what he needs to make them, as a last second thought he grabs his phone and turns some music on. You start the coffee and get some fruit out and start cutting it up until Cal slides his hand up your thigh. 

“Dance with me, pretty baby.” He murmurs in your ear while taking the knife from you. He spins you into him and you both giggle. His one hand stays wrapped around yours, and the other presses into the small of your back, pressing you flush against him. 

He briefly presses his forehead to yours before pulling back to serenade you. It lasts for a song or two, spinning and swaying around the kitchen, pressed together, music barely louder than the rain and thunder. But when he feels your stomach growl against his, his cups your face in both hands, “ok, I gotta feed you, love.” He murmurs , pulling back to look you in the eyes. 

And as suddenly as you were in his arms, you're back to working next to each other. You glance over at him, watching him for a bit, he doesn’t even notice until you wrap your arms around his middle, “so nice to be home with you.” You murmur. 

Cal sighs in relief, wrapping his arm around you, a big grin adorning his face, it’s the first time you’ve called his place home. He kisses the top of your head, “no place i’d rather be, pretty baby.”

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