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older - CL16

pairings: charles leclerc x male!singer!reader (fc: luke hemmings)

summary: singer yn ln releases a love song with his boyfriend, and the public are not prepared for who it is about

authors note: this has been on my mind for SO LONG. i honestly dont like how many fics ive been doing on the same people (charles, lando etc) but whenever i go to start a new one on my list for someone else i think of something that i have to do😭 also in this reader is not a part of 5sos but close friends with the 3, wfttwtaf is readers album and older is exclusivly the readers song

authors note 2: i wanted to quickly clarify i am NOT speculating that charles or luke are gay/queer and this is not my intentions. luke obviously sings older and i find it easier to visualise it this way, while the reader in this is male, this could also be read as gn!reader. this is FICTION please do not tkae this as me speculating anything

authors note 3: i didnt really know what i was doing with this so its kind of all over the place and very rushed :/ but then again when arent my smau all over the place?? also can you tell i hate writing comments by the way i just dont😭

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we started this song together back in 2020 and picked it back up at the end of 2022

'Older' was originally a voice memo of a 50’s-style love song that we wrote together, then forgot about. when thinking of concepts for my debut album i stumbled across the memo and fell in love with it all over again, but i put it aside yet again as to me, it deserved more than the album

the song has changed a lot from the original voice memo, but the meaning has stayed the same throughout. despite all the beauty, the ups and downs of a long-term relationship over many years, there’s inevitably going to be the worst moment of your love because one of you is going to lose each other

capturing those feelings in a song was tricky but ultimately we wrote from the heart and i think it shows in the song itself

this has always been a song between us, so having him play on this song was very importnt to me and im glad he said yes

older is now yours

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im very pleased to announce a very special one off show at the Royal Albert Hall in London this November 18th. I will be playing a bunch of tracks from my debut album and may be joined to play some others aswell! Tickets on sale this monday at 10 am BST. Lots of love always, yn x

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thank you for an incredible night at the royal albert hall

looking back at the best night of my life, i need to thank each and every one of you who allowed this dream to come true, i will never be able to thank you guys enough

performing in my dream venue, with my favorite people in the world was something i never thought was possible and yet here i am, writing this still on my high from last night

thank you to my friends; michael, ashton and calum who took the time to come to london and perform their songs with me, thank you for always loving me and agreeing to my crazy ideas

to my team and everyone who worked to make this night as special as it could be, thank you. thank you for making my htoughts a reality and making this night as wonderful as possible

thank you to the staff who worked throughout the show to make sure everyone was safe, well and looked after. you truly do not get as much credit as you deserve and i apreciate the hard work you put in to keep everyone happy

thank you to those who joined me, i wish each and every one of you who wanted to could have been there. thank you for singing along and listening to me pour my heart and soul into my music

thank you for letting me do this x

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user55: not the pcd hitting already☹️

user1: and im supposed to pretend i didnt see yn and 5sos perform os/co??

user89: CHARLES?? YN IS DATING CHARLES??

user91: AND HE CAME ON STAGE?? AND THEY PERFORMED OLDER??

user50: i cant believe i saw this all happen live

user47: THANK YOU TO WHOEVER WAS RUNING THE GRAINY LIVESTREAM I OWE YOU MY LIFE🧎🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

ashtonirwin: thank you for everything yn. youre a real life angel

user16: NO CHARLES MENTION??

user9: BESTIE HE HAS A WHOLE POST

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after having time to process this show, I feel so overcome with gratefulness. my music means so much to me and seeing so many people resonate with it in a live space was so special for me.

charlie, my life would literally fall apart without you and this would have never happened without you giving me the confidence to do so, i hold so much love and admiration for you

thank you for joining me on such a special night and performing our song with me, thank you for sticking with me through it all and thank you for allowing me to share this part of my life with you

i sometimes wonder where i would be if i didnt find you, if i wasnt blessed with your love. i try to think about the times before you, before us, but both feel impossible to do after feeling your love

life with you is so special and i promise to always cherish and love you

merci de m'avoir laissé vieillir avec toi, merci de m'avoir laissé t'adorer, merci de m'avoir choisi (thank you for letting me get old with you, thank you for letting me adore you, thank you for choosing me)

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charles_leclerc: je suis tellement privilégiée d'être celle que tu aimes🤍🤍 (I'm so privileged to be the one you love)

yourusername: vieillir avec toi ne semble pas si effrayant🖤🖤 (growing old with you doesn't seem so scary)

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

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

enjoy some soft!dom cal <3 xoxo

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apologies. [C.H.]

🎸boyfriend!cal

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

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

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

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

"Swear?"

"Fuckin’ swear, Ang."

You were lying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were alone.

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

Too damn much, sometimes.

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

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

He was never a fan of waiting for the elevator.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or, tears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hated being so mean.

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

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

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

"No."

"I could… run you a bath?"

You shake your head. "Nuh uh."

"I could make you dinner?"

"I already ate."

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

He could tell you weren’t happy.

And he fucking hated that.

"Can I see that pretty face?"

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

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

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

Calum sucks his teeth, "Ouch."

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

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

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

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

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

"’Don’t feel it."

"Why not?"

"’Cause you piss me off."

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

"Can’t really argue with that."

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

You’ve fallen too damn hard.

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

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

"Mhm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mh, depends." You reply lazily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Somebody needed to pinch you. You must be dreaming.

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

Your face drops, now nodding like a desperate mess.

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

"Yes— yes sir."

"Gonna be good for me?"

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

It was now something you needed.

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

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

"That’s my fuckin’ girl."

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

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

"Cal, baby— please…"

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

"Getting there, pretty. Getting there…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck me, you’re magic, Cal…"

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

Apology: accepted.

But you wouldn’t tell him that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y—yes… Yes Cal, I—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes baby, I— I mean it—!"

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

"Cal, wait— I—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mad about what?" you ask innocently.

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

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riya-kaur · 6 months

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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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orangeinecstasy · 6 months

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cherry cola, pt. one ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟcalum hood

paring: calum hood x clifford sister reader (fem implication)

summary: it's once again time for the yearly clifford beach house stay, but things are different. working on their new album the rest of the guys join, hoping the change in scenery will spark some inspiration. will the work get done? or will a forbidden romance blossom?

an: hey everyone! i wanted to try and do a series so here's the first part of seven. i'm up for taking requests for things you guys would want to see in it. lmk your thoughts! much love

cw: smoking, drinking, cursing, age gap, smut

wc: 750

Monday

The sun pours down on your skin as you pluck the cherry, garnishing your soda. Separating the firm sweet fruit from the stem. Biting into its flesh as you work the pit from its center. You always loved summer days like this. Lounging in a beach chair as freshly mixed cherry cola clouded your mind. Your summer bliss was quickly interrupted by your mother calling out your name. Dissipating your sickly sweet fog as you took your earbuds out. “What?”

“Your brother and his friends are here,” she repeated, irritation lacing her voice.

You bit back a smirk as you gathered your things, slipped on the t-shirt you used as a coverup, and making your way back to the house.

Every summer, your mom dragged you and your brother, Micheal, to the family beach house. Even when he had gone off to be in a band, she would always remind him to try and come back for our yearly trip. She wanted you to give you the chance to having a bonding experience despite him being eight years your senior.

Now you were nineteen, and the tradition continued. But, this time, it was different. His bandmates decided to tag along on the trip, saying that maybe the change of scenery would help them write the album they’d been working on for the past couple of months. Your mother easily folded into the idea. “Anything to help my boys!” as she would always say.

When your mom told you the situation, you couldn’t help but smile, biting your cheek, trying to hide your reaction as your stomach twisted in on itself. That means you got to see him. Calum.

You’d known him your whole life, so many memories littered with him. When he would come over, strumming a guitar and mumbling lyrics to himself. Late nights spent talking when he would come home from tour, legs grazing each other innocently. Each time, causing a spark to shoot up your body and your cheeks to flush. As you’d gotten older, your attraction to him had only grown stronger. But you never pushed. You were young and in college, an average nobody. And well, he wasn’t.

The bright pastel purple color that was so vibrant in your young memory was now faded, standing, and storms slowly eroding it from the wood. You mourned the color sightly as you made your way up the steps. Sliding the glass door open, you’re met with cool air and laughter as you enter the house. “Look who decided to join us,” your mom says, causing embarrassment to waft over you as everyone turns to look at you.

Your eyes lock with his. His skin was tanner then you remember, eyes crinkling as he smiled. His buzzcut has grown out messily, but it’s cute, childlike almost. “Hey,” you wave shyly as if you haven’t known these people your whole life.

“S’up, kiddo,” Micheal asks, ruffling your hair. You quickly smooth it back down, letting out a small groan of annoyance. “Nothing,” you mumble half-heartedly. You quickly greet the others with a soft hello and a smile before rutting through the fridge and finding another cherry coke.

Everyone slowly departs from the kitchen, scattering to various concerns of the house. All but Calum. He lingers, hip leaning against the counter as his eyes rake up your legs, the shirt you were wearing barely covering anything. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t like it.

His tongue darted between his lips before he spoke. “So this is the famous beach house I always heard about,” his arms are crossed over his chest, t-shirt straining against his chest and biceps. “Mhm, that it is.” You nod, opening your soda with a crack as you hop onto the counter. Cold granite sends a shiver up your spine.

“You, uh,” you can hear the gears in his head turning as he selects the appropriate word. “You look good,” words are silky, but his body is so ridge, so scared to give in. His Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard, regretting his words as soon as he said them.

You bite your cheek to hide your smile, a metallic taste melting onto your tastebuds as you bite down harder. “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself,” he chuckles, relaxing at your words.

There he is— peeling away his skin and bones and opening the deepest part of himself to dip back into the sticky sweetness he missed so desperately.

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sinning5sos · 9 months

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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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ughkat · 7 months

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Body worship smut with calum 👀👀👀 maybe his s/o is feeling insecure about their body so he's gotta make them feel good

worship - c.t.h

a/n: i made the descriptions and dialogue of readers body insecurities a bit vague, being i didn't want the story to be too triggering to anyone struggling. but the plot is still calum making reader feel loved and beautiful after feeling a bit insecure! ❥

calum x fem!reader

smut, negative body image, oral, missionary, petnames

not proofread

I sighed in frustration, standing and sulking in front of my body mirror. Listening to the sounds of Calum shuffling through clothes behind me, I ran my hands slowly over my hips, then my waist, feeling my self esteem lowering the longer I studied my figure.

Calum and I were getting ready for dinner, as he'd been planning a casual night out for the two of us for a few weeks. Oblivious to my focus on my physical appearance, Calum paced our bedroom absentmindedly, searching for clothes and shoes.

I hesitantly began to dress myself in the casual black dress laying on the chair beside me, sighing quietly as it laid itself against my curves. I stared at my reflection, picking out insecurities that seemed to be only visible to me.

"You okay?" I heard Calum's deep voice approach from behind me. He placed to hands on my hips, looking at me in the mirror. I forced a fake half smile, looking down at my feet as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Yeah." My voice heightened as I lied, nodding slightly. Calum narrowed his eyes, turning me around by my shoulders. He looked at me suspiciously before speaking.

"I know when you're lying." He smiled softly, "Talk to me, what's wrong?". I sighed, half embarrassed to explain my minor insecurities to him.

"Nothing looks good." I began, motioning to the dress on my body, "I just feel gross, I hate my body." I muttered under my breath. I bit my cheek as Calum's expression changed.

"Y/n." His voice softened, "You're so fuckin' beautiful." He brought me in closer by my hips. I looked up at him with a half smile, I could feel his affectionate behavior already beginning to make me feel better.

He leaned down and connected our lips softly, bringing a gentle hand to the side of my face. My stomach fluttered at the feeling of his lips against mine. He pulled away slowly, his gaze burning into mine.

"I wish you could see how beautiful you really are." He spoke genuinely, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I looked down, blushing at his words.

"Me too." I mumbled. He ran his hands adoringly up and down my sides, his touch sending a chill through my body. Calum brought himself closer to me, our chests pressed together snugly.

"Let me show you how gorgeous you are, baby." He spoke deeply, just above a whisper in my ear. I shiver shot down my spine, my eyes glanced to his briefly as he pulled away. A small smile escapes the corner of my lips.

Calum guided me by my hips, his body leading us to our bed during an unbroken kiss. The back of my thighs hit the mattress, Calum gently let me fall to the bed. I let out a small giggle as he hovered above me, his hands planted at the sides of my head. He wasted no time bringing his lips to my neck softly, his mouth dancing against my skin with passion. I let out a small coo, squirming under Calum's touch.

Calum brought two hands up to the straps of my dress, watching me close as he pulled them down slowly. He made his way down my body along with the clothing, watching me as the fabric carefully made its way down my torso, pulling it off my legs gently.

"My pretty girl." Calum praised as he ran his hands along my waist, bringing his lips to my ribs. My back arched slightly at Calum's mouth against my torso, his lips sucking and kissing softly. He kissed gingerly down my ribs then to my stomach, planting a final kiss on my panty line. I looked down at him, his smug eyes meeting mine.

"So fuckin' perfect, baby." He spoke deeply, running his hands along my torso as his eyes traveled my body. I blushed at his praise, the puddle in my underwear growing by the second. Calum trailed his two hands slowly to my panties, his calloused fingertips dragging against my skin. I wiggled my hips eagerly at his teasing fingers, his index and middle fingers playing right underneath my waistband.

"Eager, love?" He chuckled at my incapability to stay still, beginning to drag my underwear down my legs slowly. My breath picked up at the chill air hitting my exposed heat.

"You're already dripping for me, baby." He smirked. I blushed in embarrassment at my neediness, looking down at Calum with a smile. He watched me carefully, bringing up a single finger to my slick folds. A small gasp escaped my lips at Calum's calloused touch, my back arching slightly.

"Hmm." I hummed softly at the new sensation, my eyes fluttering shut slowly.

Without warning, Calum brought his soft lips to mine between my legs, kissing deeply at my dripping mound.

"Fuck, Cal." I gasped, arching my back harder at the unexpected sensation. I tossed my head back in ecstasy. Calum hummed into my slit, his eyes closing as he began to swirl his tongue around my clit. I threw a hand down to his hair, my fingers interlocking tightly with his curly locks. I watched him in awe as he so effortlessly worked his mouth against me, his hands traveling over my torso and thighs tenderly.

He opened his eyes, looking up at me as he performed his oral work on my heat. Calum let out a deep chuckle into my folds as I let out a loud whine. I ground my hips into his mouth, his lips and my lower half quickly finding a steady rhythm with each other.

Calum pulled away from my dripping slit abruptly, bringing his face back up to mine with a smile.

"Scoot up, baby." He ordered gently, wiping the slick from his mouth with a quick thumb. He assisted me in moving to the head of the bed, keeping me on my back. I watched him as I caught my breath, his quick movements in tossing off his t-shirt and jeans. He sat back on his knees, placing my legs on both sides of him.

"Fuck, babygirl." He growled under his breath, running his hands along my thighs. His eyes wandered across my body intensely, making me self consciously move my arms and legs in an attempt to hide myself from his gaze. Calum furrowed his brows at my insecure actions, gripping my wrists bluntly and placing them on each side of my head.

"No, Lemme' see all of you. I want every piece of that perfect body." He spoke deeply, trailing his hands down my torso again gently. I blushed at his admiration, clenching my thighs together at the sight before me.

Calum placed two hands under my knees swiftly, pushing them up to spread my legs. I gasped at his sudden movement, giggling slightly at his eagerness. I watched with a half-agape mouth as he pulled his boxers down slowly, his erect member shooting up with excitement.

Keeping a hand under my knee, he used his other hand to guide himself to my entrance, running his tip along my slick folds teasingly. I let out a needy whine, bucking my hips closer to Calum's cock.

"Stop teasing." I whined softly through heavy breaths. Calum chuckled at my newfound neediness.

"Don't like being teased, love?" He cooed with a tilted head, prodding his tip slightly at my entrance. I whimpered at his continued taunting, gripping the sheets beside me impatiently.

I let out a sharp gasp as Calum swiftly pushed himself inside me fully, placing his free hand under my other knee. He watched me closely as he slowly began to catch a rhythm. My mouth fell open, emitting a series of whimpers at his unexpected entrance.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good." He groaned, watching his now slick member pounding my hole rhythmically. My eyes fluttered shut, rolling back as Calum hit my walls repetitively.

Calum's brows furrowed as he focused on his thrusts, sweat beginning to bead at his forehead while his muscles flexed with each stroke. A loud whine followed by a curse escaped my lips as Calum kept up his pace.

"You sound so pretty taking my cock, baby." He smirked, watching me with admiration, "God, you're fuckin' perfect." He finished under his breath in a growl. Calum sped up his pace, bringing a thumb down to my throbbing clit. I tossed my head back at Calum's quick circles being worked on my sensitive bud.

"Fuck, yes, Cal." I whined between thrusts. My eyes opened lazily, watching Calum in awe as he pounding me vigorously. His eyes were glued to my body as if he was looking at a never before seen masterpiece in a gallery. His mouth was dropped into an "O", his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

My walls began to clench around his shaft, making my toes curl as Calum kept up his steady pace. He let out a small chuckle as he noted my approaching climax.

"Gonna cum, baby?" He spoke deeply, quickening his pace with his thumb. I nodded frantically, knowing if I tried to speak, it would just be whining and moaning.

"Cum for me, babygirl. Let go around my cock for me." He growled, leaning down closer to my face. I let out a loud moan, tossing my head back with an arching back, releasing intensely around Calum's shaft. I gripped the sheets tightly, Calum keeping up his rhythm for his own climax.

"That's my pretty girl." He smirked through a heavy breath, "So pretty when you cum for me.".

He watched his own pounding cock with furrowed brows, the sounds and views of my overstimulated whines and body pushing him to his own finish. Calum came with a series of curses and groans, falling back to sitting on his knees after pulling his tired member out of me lazily.

Calum scooted up beside me, our heavy breathing mixing with the sound of the white noise filling the room. He looked at me lovingly as he caressed my arm with a sluggish finger.

We let a few moments of comfortable silence and catching our breath pass before I turned my head to him as he spoke.

"You're so pretty." He flashed a cheeky grin, though he was being genuine, his childlike expression emitted a giggle from me.

"I'm being serious." He urged with a half joking tone, sitting up in his seat slightly. I sighed, looking at his features closely. Remembering all of the reasons I fell in love with him to begin with.

"I love you, Cal." I smiled with a chuckle, planting a lazy kiss on his arm.

"I love you, more.".

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ghost-of-you · 5 months

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dude i swore i'd leave it bc it's next to impossible to figure out but. do you have any theories for who sings which harmony in red desert?

Okay, so, Luke is doing the main melody throughout the whole song. I will bet you anything that Ashton is doing the higher layer of the harmony and Calum is doing the one that's just below the main melody, Calum is also doing the aaa's, like legit think that's two layers of Calum harmonizing with himself. But the thing is, the harmonies in that song have more than 4 layers. So they are probably doing multiple layers in it and without some raw files I doubt that's something you can pick up on anything more detailed.

#I think during the you's you can pick up Ashton's voice being higher #and during the heal out blues you can get Calum being like half an octave lower?#but i think they tried to blend Luke's and Ash's voice in that song more heavily #so its the voices that come through more intensely in the mastered version #but i could be wrong #lol #ari 🥰#i was asked #also Calum LOVES to harmonize with himself #so maybe im biased lol #but like ghost of you hes harmonizing with himself #everything I did say #babylon #it has a lot of him doing the lower harmony for himself?#and i love that lol #and his lower register goes so well with Luke's voice #that lover of mine for instance #but Ash's higher register is very clear for me there

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nicksbestie · 8 months

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yn falling asleep on calum’s lap

Nap

i love agere fics <33

word count : 687

warnings : none!

enjoy!

Being a little came with a routine, for the most part.

The strictest parts of your routine were bedtime and naptime, and with a stricter caregiver, those were non-negotiables. Calum was strict but he was so loving, and part of that combination came with him making sure you were in bed on time, no exceptions. And most of the time, that wasn’t an issue, but today, naptime had come with a struggle.

You just didn’t want to go down for a nap. Normally, lunch, paired with a bottle, and promises of snuggles from your caregiver were enough to convince you easily. But today, it wasn’t working. You viewed nap and bedtime as “leaving” your caregiver, and while your subconscious knew that this statement wasn’t true, your little mind truly didn’t get that. Since Calum always promised cuddles and that he’d stay with you during naptime, you normally went happily, but today it just wasn’t enough.

Time-out hadn’t worked, bribery hadn’t worked, a bottle hadn’t worked, and while he was trying so badly not to show it, Calum was getting so frustrated. He wasn’t mad at you, he never was, but he knew if you didn’t go down for a nap soon that you’d be completely off schedule and it was going to be so difficult to get you back on track, so he needed you to fall asleep roughly in the next twenty minutes, for you to stay on schedule.

He had finally resorted to picking you up and walking around with you, hoping the motion would help. However, it didn’t, and he was struggling. So, lacking in ideas, he sat down on the couch with you in his lap, gentle hand rubbing your back, your hands clutching your stuffie and comfort blankie as you laid your head against his shoulder, looking up at him with wide eyes, sleep nowhere to be found in them. Calum gave you a soft but tired smile, gently humming along to a tune the band had been working on for their new album.

He got to the chorus before he noticed that you’d stopped shifting around so much, he looked down at you, realizing a small yawn was making its way out of your mouth, eyes drooping closed. He smiled, pausing the song to pick you up, only for you to whine and for your eyes to pop right back open. It only took him about ten seconds to realize what you wanted, and he continued the soft song, picking up back at the chorus.

“Into the dark, we’re no good for each other, into the dark, I’m not welcome no more. Cause I been spending all this time alone, I’m on the red line, sinking Aperol…”

The further he got into the song, the more you relaxed in his arms, his soft voice and comfortable hold on you successfully getting you to let yourself fall asleep. He took a deep breath between verses, disguising it as a moment to breathe before continuing the song, but really being a sigh of relief that you were dozing off. By the time he finished the song, you were completely asleep on his lap, stuffie tucked under one arm as your hand gripped his shirt tightly, unconsciously telling him to not let you go.

He realized there was no way he was going to be able to move you to your bed, not without waking you, and he knew you desperately needed the sleep. You had fallen asleep just in time to get enough sleep and stay on your schedule, and Calum didn’t want to risk it. However, he couldn’t resist grabbing his phone, within arms reach, and snapping a quick photo of the two of you. If you ever found it, he’d insist you were just way too cute to not do it. So, when he was sure he could slightly move without disturbing you, he grabbed his AirPods that were just out of reach, and he slipped one in so that he could watch a show on his phone while you rested. And that was how naptime went, despite the beginning struggles.

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valentiyne · 8 months

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𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗓𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗍. 𝗍𝗐𝗈 ☆ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽

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Calum Hood x Fem!Reader Summary: You can’t resist his pull, and keep coming back to him no matter what. Warnings: Mild Cursing, Infidelity, Mentions of Explicit Content. Word Count: 1.1k (not proofread) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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"Y/n? Where are you going?"

I stop dead in my tracks, not bothering to turn to look him in his eyes. Oh his eyes, how every speck of blue reminded me of the world around us. A part of me wasn't even sure if I wanted to turn around as see the look on his face once he realizes who's hoodie I was wearing.

"I was stepping out to get some air", The words come out faster than I hoped for. I hold my breath every second it takes for him to respond.

"Bullshit", he starts, his footsteps leaving a creek in the floorboards beneath us. "Fucking look at me", his hand wraps around my wrist gently, and yet it's enough for me to start shaking. I turn painfully slow, my eyes adverting from the floor to his feet.

"Why are you wearing Calum's hoodie", the words come out breathlessly from his lips- he had just noticed. His voice was pleading, almost like he didn't want to believe what he was seeing. Surely it was just a coincidence. A coincidence that merely started with Calum confessing his deeply rooted attraction to me two years ago , one that I laughed off. A coincidence that he never laughed in return and instead slammed his chapped lips on mine and I didn't dare pull away. His husk voice in my ear telling me how bad he's been waiting for this to happen.

Just a coincidence.

"He let me borrow it and I've been meaning to return it any day now." Lie. I finally meet his gaze, the light from the hallway upstairs barely illuminated the both of us. I could hear Petunia upstairs snoring and the sound of the washer chirping as it began finishing its cycle.

He runs his hands through his curls, one lone piece stuck to his glistening forehead from sweat and I wanted nothing more than to lean up and fix it. To lean up and brush my hands against his cheek, feeling his stubble and have him smiling under me as I tell him it's all pretend.

"Well why are you wearing it right now?", His hands almost immediately went back up to his hair, tugging slightly- almost hoping it was the material around my figure.

I shrug in response, my mouth wouldn't open so I settle with a mere shrug with a crooked smile.

"Take it off"

"Luke It's just a-"

"Take the hoodie off, Y/n."

I stared at him, my blood running cold through my veins all whilst my cheeks were burning. I had guilt slathered on my face and I knew he could see it in the dark.

"Okay", my voice cracked. It sounded more like a slight stutter and I faced away from him as I made my way past him towards the stairs. His grip tightened around my wrist slightly and I didn't dare face him.

"What? You want me to take it off right here?", I laugh, almost pathetically as I stare up at his cold gaze. He doesn't blink, he doesn't dare move and inch and I ultimately sigh in repose.

I knew what he was asking me to do.

It took 47 seconds for my hands to shakily reach the hem of the sweatshirt, 47 seconds of pure agony as I slowly lift the sweater from my body and dropped it in his hands. My phone laid tucked away in the front pocket of the material now in Luke's grip, vibrating from a call he didn't need to check to confirm who it was.

He blinked, I blinked and his dark eyes slowly traveled down my body. The red velvet wrapped around my body, clingy to my sides and thighs. I didn't dare meet his eye, I felt like a child. A child who got caught sneaking out- only this time it was worse.

"I bought you that set", was all he could make out past his lips. I looked down at the expensive material and puffed my cheeks out in return. He had bought me it on our fourth anniversary- claiming red looked best on me.

Calum agreed.

He cleared his throat before fumbling with the green hoodie in his hand, pulling out my phone and raising it up to his face and then to mine. His hands were shaking and I almost couldn't make out what I was searching for on my lock screen.

2:17AM

Calum had called four times and texted double that, his number not quite saved in my phone but Luke didn't need a Caller ID. We both didn't say anything, I stood in the living room with the front door still cracked ajar, my body littered with goosebumps from the November air and my attire wasn't any help. The front door alarm began beeping- the same time Calum's fifth phone call came through at the base of Luke's palm.

"Answer the phone",

His voice is louder now, not a hushed whisper in the dead of the night like before yet not filled with anger either- no no it was something else.

Sadness

Our hands meet for the first time in over 48 hours and I could see the goosebumps rise up his arms. Grasping my phone from his hand, I slid my finger slowly to the right and bring the phone up to my ear.

"Put it on speaker"

For once, I have nothing to say. Unlike all the arguments we've had before where I'd shoot a snarky remark or barked back.

It usually ended with him calling me a bitch.

And me ending up tangled in Calum's sheets.

"Hello?", My voice is small, almost too quiet to hear but I could hear Calum breathing on the other line.

"Y/n? Where are you? I've been waiting for over ten-", He begins, his voice mixed with desperation and worry. I can see Luke's body tense almost immediately.

"Calum", I start, my eyes looking up at Luke's tear filled ones and I don't dare look away- not this time.

"Luke knows"

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