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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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