#calum hood smutty

[hemmingslftv]

wrong name

Word count: 3k

Warning: explicit sex, dom/sub dynamic, basically pure smut (18+)

Requested: no but requests are open! 

A/N: I don’t even remember where this idea came from but it had been on my drafts for a while so I decided to post it because why not. English is not my first language so there may be some stuff written wrong. Feedback is appreciated!

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Calum’s hands caressed the side of your hips and got eagerly down your shirt. He pulled it up and you extended your arms making it easier for him to get it off you. As soon as he did he bent to kiss your neck making you moan softly as he hit a sweet spot. Calum smiled proudly to himself that he had made you moan for the first time.

You couldn’t believe this was finally happening. It was your fifth date with Calum and although you both had decided to take it slow, not wanting to ruin your friendship of many years, you couldn’t wait anymore and you asked him to take you to his house as soon as dinner was over. Calum couldn’t deny that request, having you on his bed was everything he had been able to think about for the last few weeks.

His hands trailed their way down your stomach and a small sound of surprise left your lips as he took both your skirt and underwear off you in one movement and without any warning. His fingers caroused the inside of your thighs slowly, making your hips buckle up.

“You look even prettier naked than I had imagined” he stated before leaning down to kiss between your breasts. He noticed your breath accelerating and he took it as a sign to keep going. One of his hands traveled back to your left breast as his mouth played with your right one. Your moans were getting louder and you started to feel light-headed. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling as much pleasure as you were but the anticipation that had been building up for the past month had you almost reaching your high just at the thought of the next steps. 

“Are you enjoying this, babe?” Calum whispered to your ear after bitting your earlobe gently making you shiver. You nodded. “I want words, sweetheart” he said in a more authoritarian tone that made your walls clench.

“Yes, Luke” you moaned. You opened your eyes and covered your mouth with your hands as soon as you realized what you had just said. Calum took his hands off you and leaned back on his knees. “I’m so sorry” was the only thing you could say as you sat up.

“Did you just say Luke? You are thinking about someone else the first time we’re having sex?” Calum said, not being able to hide the fact that you had hurt his feelings.

“No, I swear I’m not” you tried to explain seeing the expression of disappointment on his face. “I wasn’t even thinking and I guess I’m used to saying that”

“You’re used to moaning “Luke”?” Calum asked raising his voice a little.

“I guess so. He’s the only person I’ve ever had sex with. But it was just that, sex, no feelings involved. And we stopped as soon as you and I got closer, I figured he had probably told you. I’m so sorry Calum I swear this won’t happen ever again, I don’t know why I said that” you could tell Calum’s expression was changing. His jaw unclenched as he understood what was going on and you could see his eyes filled with lust again making you relax.

“So Luke has enjoyed all of this before me?” Calum said as he looked at your now completely naked body from top to bottom piercingly, making you feel intimidated. “Answer me, sweet girl” he demanded. You could tell his tone was serious but playful at the same time and you leaned back on the mattress as he placed himself on top of you, with each of his hands at one side of your head. You swallowed hard before answering.

“Yes”

“How many times?”

“I don’t know, more than 10?″ you answered hesitantly.

“You don’t even know how many times he’s been inside of you? You’re making me very jealous here, you know that right?” you shook your head no since that had never been your intention.

“I didn’t mean to” you managed to say as his face got closer and closer to yours.

“Well, I think you know pretty well what you’re doing to me” he smiled at you, tracing your lips with his right index finger. “Get it wet for me, darling?” he asked making you groan. You opened your mouth and sucked on his finger until he took it out. “Such a good girl for me” he said making you shiver. He started to play with your right nipple with that finger as he continued. “I didn’t think we would but now that you’ve upset me, we’re gonna need a safe word, y/n. That word is gonna be red” he said as he looked at your red lingerie he had just thrown to the floor. “So if at any time you feel uncomfortable or want to stop you say red and I’ll stop, okay?” he asked with his normal tone to make sure you understood this was important.

“I understand Calum” you said, impatient for him to touch you more.

“And if you ever want to call me anything else than my name again during sex, you can call me daddy, babygirl” you closed your thighs looking for some friction as those words left his mouth but you also couldn’t help but giggle softly. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No, I would never. It’s just that I didn’t expect this” you tried to explain but Calum wasn’t even listening to you anymore. He closed the space between you two with a sloppy kiss. You had never shared a kiss like that before and it turned you on more than you’d like to admit. Calum then continued to press open mouth kisses all over your cheeks, lips, and jaw, taking special care of that sweet spot he had found before. He placed both his hands on your breast playing with your nipples. You moved one of your hands down to your slit to try and release some of the pressure.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Calum asked as he took your hand intertwining his fingers with yours. “Only I can touch you”. He took your other hand and put both your arms above your head, holding your wrists with his left hand. He thought about tying them but he didn’t, afraid it would be too much for you, he didn’t want to scare you away. You moaned at his words.

“Touch me then” you demanded.

“You can’t use that tone on me, baby. Be polite”

“Can you please touch me, Calum?” he was dying for you to call him daddy but again, he decided not to insist for now.

“Of course I can, princess” he said as his right hand left your breast and separated your thighs. His fingers teased your entrance making you whine with desperation. His thumb started to rub circles over your clit and a loud moan escaped your lips. Without making you wait anymore he introduced two fingers on you slowly, watching you as your back curled from the pleasure. He was definitely enjoying the sight. 

“Oh my god, Calum” you managed to say as you moved your hips trying to fit as much of his fingers in as you could. His fingers started pulling in and out of you at a steady pace, too slow for your liking. “Can you go faster, please?” you pleaded. Calum smirked and added one more finger as he fastened the pace. You could feel the knot in your stomach getting bigger and bigger. You closed your eyes and groaned. Calum noticed you were curling your toes and figured you were very close so he pulled away.

“What the fuck?” you screamed.

“Shh, pretty girl. I told you you can’t talk to me like that. You’ve made me upset so now I have to punish you. We’re gonna engage in some cum play. You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to, okay?”

“What?” you asked confused, the frustration you were feeling from your denied orgasm blocking you from understanding him.

“You’ll see” was the only thing he said. “Don’t move your arms�� he instructed as he let go of your wrists. He placed himself between your legs, grabbing your thighs and you shivered as you felt his breath hit your pussy. A soft moan left your lips while his tongue traced your inner lips and he licked your clit gently. Suddenly his moves turned quick and rough and you were almost over the edge again. You grabbed his hair without even realizing it.

“What did I say?” Calum said making your pussy vibrate.

“Sorry” you replied moving your hands quickly back to where Calum wanted them. He played with your clit softly as he fucked you with his tongue and right when he felt you clench, almost reaching your orgasm again, he pulled away. You couldn’t help but scream at the sudden loss of contact just when you needed it the most. The scream was so loud that it scared Calum.

“Red?” he asked quickly, wanting to make sure he wasn’t screwing things up and you were enjoying this as much as he was.

“No, not red, definitely not red” Calum giggled at your reaction. 

“Okay, pretty girl, can you put this on me?” he asked as he handed you a condom. You took it eagerly and moved so you were on your knees. Calum had already taken off his pants and you removed his boxers. You didn’t know what had gotten into you but at that moment you felt like you were mentally in another place, like you weren’t present in that room but you were loving the feeling. You ripped the condom wrapper with your teeth and leaned down to put it on Calum’s member. You looked up at him to see that he was biting his lower lip at the view. “So pretty for me” he hummed. You licked the tip of his member knowing he wouldn’t expect it and watched him as he tilted his head back making a deep noise that made you wetter than you already were. You softly rolled the condom down his penis. “Thank you” Calum said when you were done. Suddenly he held you up so that he could kiss you and once he was done he turned you around, your ass facing his member. 

A second later he thrust into you so hard that his balls crashing against your clit hurt more than the penetration itself. He held your hands on your back making you lean on your chest and face. He kept his movements fast, resting every couple of minutes. You had been on the edge for a while now, trying to contain yourself.

“Calum” you whined.

“Yes?”

“Can I come?” you asked figuring that if you asked he’d let you. 

“Oh, no, sweetheart, not yet”

“I don’t think I know how to stop it”

“Yes you do, you just have to concentrate” Calum said as he felt your walls clenching around him, more and more each time. He pulled out giving you a break. You groaned and your whole body fell onto the mattress as he let go of your arms. “You’re being such a good girl for me, y/n” Calum spoke as he shifted your position so that your back was facing the bed now. “Are you gonna let me fuck that little pussy of yours until I destroy it, babygirl?” he asked running his fingers up and down your thigs. Your mind was spinning from the overstimulation and how much his words turned you on but you could barely make a “hmmm” noise in response and Calum could tell you were already pretty tired. “No baby, I need words” he said kissing you so that you’d be more alert. You forced yourself to speak.

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please” you begged opening your eyes.

“Yes, please...” Calum teased as he lined his tip with your entrance.

“Yes, please, daddy” you pleaded and you could feel his member twitch at your words. 

“Fuck, baby” he moaned. He thrust into you slowly this time, so slow that it hurt making you whine and tears started to build in your eyes. He kept that pace for a few minutes until you were almost crying from the need of reaching your release. “Daddy...”

“Just ask and you’ll be served”

“Fuck me hard” you said struggling to get the words out of your mouth, you had never felt so vulnerable and dominated before but you were enjoying it. And so he did. Calum thrust into you with a newfound pace, not too fast but not too slow. You thought that was it, your moans started to get louder as you felt the knot so close to exploding, but then he pulled out. Your eyes filled with tears from the frustration once again but before you could even complain he was thrusting into you again. Unfortunately for you, that wouldn’t be the last time he’d do it. He kept you from orgasming 3 more times. Tears run down your cheeks at that point but groans and moans louder than ever came out of your throat too. You had never felt so many intense emotions at the same time. 

“You can come for me now” Calum said grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. Now that you had finally been given permission you didn’t even know if you had the ability to orgasm anymore. “Concentrate, sweet girl. I know it may seem like you can’t, but I know you can” you breathed out and shook your head trying to stay present. “I’m going to help you by counting down from 5, okay? And then you’ll come” you nodded but you really weren’t sure it was going to happen.

“5″ Calum kissed one of your cheeks. “4″ he kissed the other. “3″ he kissed your lips, your moans getting louder with every thrust. “2″ he rubbed your clit. “And 1″ he said placing his right hand on your neck making a soft pressure as his left hand kept working on your clit. “Come for me now, princess” he whispered in your ear and you felt the huge pressure on your lower abdomen finally releasing.

You kept screaming Calum’s name on repeat as you felt the biggest rush of adrenaline taking over your body and especially your brain. Your back arched and your whole body shook. With a few more thrusts Calum came undone and he laid over you. You could feel his pressure but you couldn’t even open your eyes. Your breath was still more accelerated than you ever remembered it to be. 

As soon as Calum regained his normal breath, he removed himself from top of you and looked down at you. Tears kept escaping your eyes. He threw the condom away and removed a couple of strands of hair off your face. He knew you were there but your mind wasn’t. 

“y/n” he spoke softly, trying to get a reaction from you. When he saw you didn’t answer he decided to lay next to you, so that you could feel the warmth of his body. You still didn’t speak but you shifted so that you were more comfortable, resting your head on his chest. He admired how beautiful you looked all fucked out in his arms, almost like you belonged to him. After Calum had given you a few minutes, he tried to make you speak again.

“Love, I need to know that you’re fine, talk to me?” he asked, getting concerned when you still didn’t reply. His heart started to race, it was normal to be in the subspace after what you had just done but you should be back by now. “Hey” he shook your shoulders lightly. “y/n, you okay?” he asked again. “I’m gonna go get you a wet towel”.

When he came back with the towel and placed it on your forehead, you took a deep breath and opened your eyes slowly. Calum was looking at you with a concerned look that relaxed as he saw your eyes open. He run his fingers up and down your arms as he looked at you with the most loving eyes you had ever seen.

“There’s my girl” he smiled and you smiled back.

“I’m here daddy” you replied feeling like you were regaining your ability to think.

Calum frowned as he said “no, no daddy now, okay? I’m me, it’s Calum” you shook your head again, trying to organize your thoughts. 

“Calum, that was fucking intense” you said after a few seconds making him giggle.

“Was that the first time you had done that kind of dynamic?” Calum asked laying back next to you and wrapping you with his legs and arms, your head resting on one of his arms and looking at him. You nodded. “I shouldn’t have pushed you so far, I’m so sorry, I got lost in the moment”

“No, it’s fine. It was incredible and probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had” you said.

“But still, it was too much for your body, you shouldn’t have been gone for so long after, I’m sorry” he repeated. “I won’t push it that much next time” he kissed your lips softly.

“I’m sorry about the Luke thing” 

“Don’t worry about it, I made you pay for it” he winked at you making you giggle. “No but really, it’s fine, I get it”:

“I had no idea you were into this kind of stuff” you said after a few seconds making Calum blush.

“I... I guess I am” he said making you laugh.

“We’ll talk more about it in the morning” you suggested “I’m curious now, that was really good”.

“I’m glad you liked it, I wasn’t planning on letting you know about my kinks so early on but I couldn’t control myself” he explained. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired” you said, jawning right after. “Do you mind if I sleep here?” you asked him. 

“Not at all” he said bringing you even closer if that was even possible and covering you both with his sheets. You fell asleep even before he could kiss you goodnight (he did anyway) and he fell asleep at the sight of your peaceful face resting on his arm, feeling so in love with you he couldn’t even begin to explain it. 

[sinning5sos]

I wanna do a blurb night so please please send me blurb ideas or requests!!

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Something Like Love

by ril3yal3x

Not many Michael x OC fanfics where the OC is male so that is what I'm here to do. Probably going to be more fluffy than smutty. There might be a few heated make out scenes tho. - 3 missed calls at 2 AM, I look at my phone and its HIM. I press the button to call him back. "I forgot to say I love you." he pouted. I chuckled. "I love you too Mikey, goodnight." I replied. "Goodnight" I could hear him say behind a smile.

Sam is Gay. Michael is Bisexual. Ashton is Sam's brother. Ashton is in a band with Michael.

Words: 3854, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 5 Seconds of Summer (Band), One Direction (Band)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, F/M

Characters: Michael Clifford, Original Male Character(s), Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan

Relationships: Michael Clifford/Original Male Character(s), Calum Hood/Original Female Character(s), Luke Hemmings/Ashton Irwin, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Michael Clifford & Harry Styles

Additional Tags: Boyband, Simon Cowell Being An Asshole, Protective Ashton Irwin, Protective Older Brothers

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/kP4Ouws

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Fics Written In 2013 Masterlist

and this is how it starts (ao3) - c_libretto luke/calum T, 1k

Summary: They’d always been touchy-feely with each other - cuddling was no big deal, after long days enduring classes they’d always ended up asleep with their long limbs tangled up in each other, shirts unbuttoned and neckties cast aside. They had kissed once before, but it was only when someone had sneaked in a Firewhiskey that had gotten both of them incredibly drunk. But this. This was a whole new territory.

(or in which sex ends up not being casual and mindless with zero emotional attachment.)

bring your drugs baby, i could bring the pain. (ao3) - sleepwithoutdreaming michael/ashton, background luke/calum M, 5k

Summary: getting high wasn’t something the 5sos boys did frequently, but when they did it was always a night to remember. and in the haze of their high, feelings arise.

fuck u betta (ao3) - mashton michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: birthday blowjob for michael (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

i love the way (ao3) - forforever (preciousthings) luke/calum T, 4k

Summary: four times calum didn't do anything about luke wearing his clothes and one time he did

I'm love sick somewhere tonight (ao3) - calumbear (orphan_account) luke/calum M, 3k

Summary: Luke and Calum are friends with benefits, except Luke can't stand it when Calum gets with other people.

is this a weird thing you want me to do, or...? (ao3) - loafers calum/ashton E, 1k

Summary: "tell me you'll spank my butt. aw, bro. i love spanking." - calum hood

It's Always Been You (ao3) - dofty luke/calum N/R, 1k

Summary: Luke has always had feelings for Calum but would never risk his friendship and would always put the band first. Seeing Calum with a girl hurt his heart, yet he continued to fake a smile like he’d done since the day he’d met his best friend. Little does he know that Calum feels the same way, but will either boy ever have the guts to act upon their feelings? Only time will tell.

Let Me (ao3) - fffearless luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: Ashton's had a feeling about this weird spindly kid for a while now and he's determined to find out what it is

(Ashton becomes Luke's friend and tries to stop him hurting himself)

My Mind Is Set On Overdrive (ao3) - calumbear (orphan_account) luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Luke suffers with an anxiety illness and Ashton is always the one that can calm him down.

no regrets (ao3) - loafers michael/luke E, 4k

Summary: just love

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michael/luke first time porn

Skinny Dipping In The Dark (ao3) - clifftesticle luke/calum M, 1k

Summary: 5SOS decide to go swimming, and after Michael and Ashton leave, Calum and Luke decide to go skinny dipping together. It just goes really smutty from there

Thunderstorms (ao3) - unattached luke/calum G, 1k

Summary: There's a thunderstorm and Luke can't sleep, but it's a good thing Calum is there to help him.

Waiting for Pizza (ao3) - Nichole_Fanfics michael/calum N/R, 1k

Summary: Michael and Calum are just waiting for their pizza. It's not their fault they decide to pass the time by fucking.

Waking Up Is Hard To Do (ao3) - littleficlets (addictedkitten) ot4 T, 363

Summary: Ashton knew this would probably happen the minute they decided to pile into the same bed to watch a movie last night.

when we're resembling cutlery (ao3) - forforever (preciousthings) michael/luke G, 863

Summary: sharing a room with michael is one of the most interesting parts of touring, to luke at least.

Why Do You Hate Me? (ao3) - dofty michael/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: After receiving yet more hateful comments on Twitter, Ashton’s feeling worse than ever and is doubtful whether he deserves to be in the band or not. Michael hates seeing his boyfriend upset and will do anything to cheer him up.

You're Perfect (ao3) - dofty michael/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: Michael once again resorts to drowning his sorrows in order to hide his feelings towards his band mate, unintentionally breaking Ashton's heart in the process. However, when the pair find themselves in a heated argument, Michael's terrified when he cracks, and thinks he's destroyed their friendship. Michael's convinced that Ashton hates him, but what if it's the complete opposite of that?

you're still the best thing in my life (ao3) - forforever (preciousthings) luke/calum G, 2k

Summary: in which luke gets drunk, tweets something stupid, and is in love with his best friend the whole time.

you're the perfect obstacle (ao3) - c_libretto luke/calum T, 906

Summary: uni au in which grumpy, tired luke just wants to get his paperwork done without calum distracting him with his irritating (adorable) antics. and mexican food.

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Lemme Show You - M.C

- Michael teaches is roommate how to masturbate

Notes: smut, soft and fluffy, fingering

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The awkward topic of masturbation had been brought up - well for Eve it was awkward.

The tiny shy girl at 21 years of age had never touched herself. She'd had sex only twice and twice was enough to turn her off it. The 2 different asshole of boyfriends used her for her cute petite body rather than actually liking her and having feelings for her.

Eve has roomed with her best friend michael for 3 years now and they were never afraid to talk about anything. Michael was the only person she truely felt comfortable with and could trust.

However, masturbation and sex was never something Eve brought up in conversation, especially if it was about herself.

She was embarrassed to even think she was scared of having any kind of sexual interaction, even with herself. She thought at 21 she would have 'grown up' and found the joy and pleasure within sexual intimacy.

But every time it crosses her mind she cringes at the horrible sex experiences she endured. She also partially blames the fact her mother was never very open with her and never told her all the wonders about puberty or periods or anything to do with her own womanly parts. Eve had to discover it all for her herself.

And now currently, as she sat cross legged in the middle of Michael's bed with flushed red cheeks and clammy hands as he decided to ask the questions he was always curious about but never asked as he didn't want to intrude Eve's privacy.

She hesitantly told him she had lost her virginity which lead her to say that she didn't like it and only did It one time after that and never again.

Michael was shocked at this but what shocked him even more was when she whispered out that she'd never masturbated and didn't know how to. She barely knew the anatomy of the vagina in the first place.

The poor girl was truely missing out on what a wonderful and completely healthy thing masturbation is.

"Lemme teach you then." He nonchalantly suggests as he hangs up his clothes in the wardrobe.

Eve chokes on her own saliva, very taken back at Mike's offer.

"W-what." She nervously laughs and swallows quickly.

Yes she was timid with this kind of stuff but in the back of her mind, she always wondered how it would feel if it was done properly and what an orgasm actually felt like.

"I'm serious," he turns around from hanging his clothes up with no immature smirk or grin on his face. He was dead serious. "I will gladly help you out. Masturbation is so normal and it doesn't have to be weird. I won't think of you any differently." He maturely says.

"I-I uh Michael I dunno I mean- I maybe-"

Michael abandons his task, taking his full attention to Eve as he sits on the edge of his bed.

"My mums a gynaecologist, I've stumbled across her study books before and I happen to know a few things," He smiles softly trying to ease Eve's obvious nerves. "It's up to you. I don't want to pressure you into is but I'm telling you now, you're missing out."

"W-what would you uh d-do?" She whispers, toying with the delicate ring on her finger

"I'll show you nice and slowly. I'll be so gentle and I will stop at anytime you want me to." He strokes a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "What do you say?"

She knows deep down she wants it. She's curious and what better opportunity to do it with the person she trusts the most.

"Y-yeah ok." She squeaks.

"Yeah?" His face lights up slightly. "Well come down here, I want you to be able to watch what I'm doing." He takes her trembling hand and leads her to his full length mirror.

"M'gonna watch?" She gulps, not used to this at all.

"Mhm. Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror like that before?" Michael asks as he places a towel down on the carpet

She shakes her head no. She was not aware of what she looked like down there.

He reassures her that that's totally ok, sitting her down on the towel so she was looking at herself in the mirror.

"You're so pretty," he takes a seat behind her, pulling her back so she sat between his open legs.

"Thank you." She blushes profusely as Michael gets her to lean back into his chest.

To get her comfortable with his touch, he runs his finger tips down her neck and lets them go down her arms. Goosebumps arise on the surface and he makes sure to ask if she ok with this in which she sighs with a nod.

His lips press to her shoulder, heating up the area as he lets his hands travel over her clothed torso, feeling her curves.

Having never been touched so sensually, she was squirming within minutes with parted lips and breaths becoming deeper. Especially as his lips gently kiss the side of her neck.

He hooks his fingers under her tank top, pulling it up.

"I'm not wearing a bra is that ok?" She panics slightly.

"Of course, I'm not here to judge you." His lips brush the shell of her ear.

Her arms rise in the air as he pulls the fabric over her head, letting her perky breasts free from the years of confinement. Years of being deprived of the attention they deserved.

She watches Michael's face in the mirror, hoping for some kind of approval. He honestly cannot take his eyes off them. He simply cannot believe she's been hiding such cute tits away.

He lets his hands start on her shoulders, running slowly down over her collarbones and further down her chest. They brush over her nipples making her gasp softly as they harden.

She watches his hands knead them firmly and absolutely is mesmerised but the sight. Her hips begin to slowly rock as she begins to feel something she's only felt a few times but never really understood why.

"Can I?" He questions as he tugs in the hem of her skirt.

"Y-yes." She breathes, becoming needy and doesn't know why or how to react.

He rolls it up, displaying her underwear. "M'gonna touch you, ok?" He says, letting his chin rest upon her shoulder so that he could watch down at his hand slide over her clothed heat.

She gasps again at the sudden feeling that was hard to describe. His finger tips glide over her underwear, drawing light circles over where her clit was.

"Oh my god." She breaths, quite shocked. "That feels really good right there."

He chuckles lightly at how sensitive she is to be having her breathless with just lightly touching over her underwear. He knows he has to be very gentle.

"Yeah? I'm going to slide them off now" He watches her, watching him work his hands in the mirror.

"O-okay."

She lifts her bum for him to remove her underwear and skirt, tugging them off her feet and placing them to the side.

She closes her legs and timidly glances up to Michael in the mirror.

"It's ok, I'm not here to judge you or hurt you." He strokes her hair making her relax back into his chest.

He softly parts her silky smooth thighs to reveal her pretty pink pussy, wet and untouched.

"Please be careful Michael." She whimpers.

"I'm going to be so gentle ok? You tell me if you want me to stop. Here, put your hand on top of mine so you can stop me at any point." He places her small hand over his.

It runs down the in side of her thigh, reaching the outer lips of her pussy, carefully spreading them open.

Michael takes a deep breath, regathering his thoughts as he sees how wet she was. The poor girl had probably never experienced anything like it.

She notices it in the mirror and Michael can tell she's concerned and self conscious about how she looks down there so he decides it's best to explain a few things before continuing to make sure she knows that everything it's normal and fine.

"It doesn't look like the diagrams in school." She embarrassedly whispers.

"I heard that no girls does." He giggles softly. "They all look totally different. Every girls does and that's ok."

"Really?" She continues to inspect herself through the mirror.

"Mhm," He nods reassuringly.

A hand rests on her thigh as the one with her hand on top slides to the beginning of her slit where her clit can be seen all nice and swollen. Michael knows she's ready for him.

"This right here," His index finger pulls up her clit as she intently watches. "Is your clitoris, or the clit. It's only purpose is to make you feel good." He tells her.

He lets the pad of his finger tip, gently skim over her sensitive bud making her moan for the first time.

"Then further down," His fingers glide through her wetness. "This is the entrance." He slowly eases the tip of his index finger in.

She nods, her bare chest rising and falling as she anticipates the pleasure to come.

She's fully comfortable now, removing her hand from his, fully trusting him to do what he wants.

He drags her arousal up and circles it around her clit but never directly on. He knows this will be to sensitive for her.

She moans so sweetly as she watches his hand work it's magic on her. She's in awe of how amazing michael can make her feel.

"Feels s'good huh?" He whispers with his warm breath hitting her neck.

"Ye- oh my god," she moans, her head tipping back briefly as a strong wave of pleasure rushes through her.

Michael continues to rub loose circles over her clit, satisfied she's enjoying it. His other hand moves off her thigh so a finger presses at her entrance. Although she'd lost her virginity, that was 2 years ago and considering she is a tiny girl, he knew she'd be tight.

Her hooded eyes stare as his finger slowly easing in to her hole. There was no horrendous pain like she had experienced a few times before. His finger just slipped in so easily.

"Fuck." She whines, loving the sight of his finger sinking into her.

"Does it feels ok darling?" He cautiously asked, not wanting anything to hurt her.

"Yes Mikey!" She breaths, barely able to talk.

"I'm gonna slip another on in, kay?" He kisses her neck and she tilts it so he has better access.

He pushes in a second finger, sinking in right to his knuckles as Eve squeezes Mikes thigh beside her. Not because it was painful, but because the new found pleasure of being stretched out by her best friends fingers was so good.

Her pussy moulds tightly around his fingers, leaving no room for a third finger. At least not 0n this first occasion.

He draws his fingers out, before sliding back in to create a slow rhythm to start with.

"Michaellll," His name tumbled from her lips and he nearly groaned at the delightful sound.

He always though his best friend was stunning, but this took things to another level for him. Seeing how she trusted him to do this and how beautiful her body is made his head spin.

His finger still rub her pink clit and in combination with his fingers fucking her, it creates the strongest sensation Eve has felt yet.

She didn't know what an orgasm felt like but by the way the euphoria was increasing by the second she had an idea of what was about to happen.

Her chest rises and fall rapidly and her back begins to arch off his chest. Even her hips involuntarily rock into his two finger, pumping steadily in and out of her.

"Look how pretty you look," Michael mumbles in her ear and she re opens her eyes to watch her own body in the mirror. "Are you watching my fingers sweetheart?"

Of course she was, in fact she couldn't take her eyes off them and the way they effortlessly worked her.

He curled his fingers that little bit extra making Eve let out the loudest moan yet and her little hand wrap around his wrist, rubbing it up and down almost as if it was her way to encourage him.

He feels her begin to clench around his fingers and by her not taking a breath from her whines and moans, she was about to cum.

"You getting close? You about to cum over my fingers baby?" He lowly whispers.

She can't answer him, no words could be formed from her mouth but she knew this must be what an orgasm is and that she was about to cum.

She whines out for the last time as Michael tips her easily over the edge. She's breathlessly panting, her legs trembling and the ecstasy washes strongly over her little body. She's sensitive immediately, making her thighs close together as Michael finger slowly work her down.

Her body goes limp against his chest, his own heart beating just as fast as hers. She whines with her eyes flutter closed as she comes down from her high.

He slides his fingers away from her, cleaning them off on the towel laid underneath them. He rubs his hands gently over her shoulders, letting her take the time she needs to regain composure after her first orgasm that definitely did hit her hard.

He strokes her hair back off her sweaty forehead and tucks it behind her ear. Michael's almost nervous to speak. He said he wasn't going to let it be weird - and by all means it isn't, but he just can help but feel somewhat guilty that he enjoyed it and that he may possibly just discovered he has feeling for her.

"Are you ok?" He swallows lightly and breaks the silence

"Yeah Mikey, I am." She opens her eyes and softly smiles at him though the mirror with pink cheeks.

"Well, what do you think?" He chuckles.

"I really have been missing out haven't I. I've never felt anything like it. Thank you," She shyly giggles. "But now I'm all," she parts her legs slightly to peer in between them though the mirror, "sticky."

"Yes, you did make quite the mess love." He chuckles, helping her to her feet before putting and arm around her back and under her knees to pick her up bridal style.

"Michael!" She squeals and uses a hand to hold her breasts and one to grip his shoulder, scared she may fall.

He looks down at her body in his arms, shaking his head with a smile as he walks to the bathroom. "Can't believe you've hidden this all away. You're so beautiful Eve."

She takes her index finger shyly between her lips, looking back up to him with glossy eyes full of adoration.

Michael places Eve up on the bathroom sink, going to turn around to run her a bath but not before she pulls him back by the wrist.

They both lock eyes, intently gazing into each others for a moment as Michael moves in between her legs. Her arms sling around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. He has a large hand resting on her hip and his other cupping her jaw. He slips his tongue pass her plump lips and she hums into the kiss.

They break away, resting their foreheads together and giggling softly.

"What are we doing?" Eve chuckles.

"M'not sure but I think I could get used to it." Michael giddily grins.

"Me too. I actually think I might need some more lessons too."

***

[calumance]

I have a request. Something along the lines of like “hey you’re my hot neighbor and I hate to bother but my sink is leaking and I’d normally ask my boyfriend but we actually just broke up please help me” w/ cal or anyone rlly

OOF, YES. I LOVE THIS. Here you go my little berry. Hope you like it!!

Word Count: 1k

Requests always open!

           As I get out of the car, I drop my keys. As I leaned down to grab my keys, I drop my coffee cup. I stand up straight and blow a lock of hair out of my face before chasing after the cup that is quickly rolling away. This is just what I need after the absolute shit show work was today. Once I caught the cup, I locked the doors on my car and started to head inside. It was weird walking into the house and having no one to greet. It’s been a week and a half since I caught him in bed with his assistant. My blood boiled at the thought, so I ran my hands through my hair and figured a cold shower sounded amazing.

           Just as I predicted, the shower was amazing. My stomach sounded its mating call and I pulled on a pair of pajamas and started running a brush through my hair before walking into the kitchen to make some dinner. I grabbed a pan from the cabinet and put it under the faucet to get some water to boil. As I pushed the handle to turn on the faucet, water sprayed straight out, spraying me directly in the face. Instinctually, I turned the water off and threw the an into the sink, completely and utterly over this fucking day. Just by looking at it, I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it. I’ve never been good at fixing things like this, I always had him do it. I placed my hands on the edge of the counter and sighed, “Fuck, man.”

           Suddenly, and idea popped into my head. When I first moved in, the guy in the house over came over to introduce himself. I remember him being insanely attractive, we got in a fight that night since I couldn’t control the drool. After grabbing a towel and drying my face, I walked over to the window that when I look through it, I can see his house. The light was on, so maybe he was home. I chewed on my bottom lip for a second, maybe he could help me fix it.

           The curtain over the window fell shut as I walked over to the front door and put on the first pair of shoes I could find. My feet made quick work to his front door and I knocked a few times, turning away from the door. There were some clicking noises from the other side that caused me to turn around. He opened the door and a lump formed in my throat. He was wearing a white tank top, the front wet with sweat. Sweat droplets trickling down his temple. He legs covered by some basketball shorts, and some sneakers on his feet. He tossed a towel around in his hands before wiping his forehead. I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Hi, uh, you’re Calum, right?” He smirked and nodded. “Great, I, uh, live next door and my faucet just betrayed me and sprayed the fuck out of me.” He laughed and looked at his hands for a second. “I would normally ask my boyfriend to fix it, but turns out he likes to share our bed with his assistant, too.” Calum raised his eyebrows and I bit my bottom lip, “Sorry, too much information. Anyway, do you mind coming over and helping me out just for a second?”

           “Sure, let me change really fast.” I nodded and rocked back and forth on my feet. He let out a chuckle. “You can come in, if you want.” Reluctantly, I took a step inside his door, sidestepping so he could close his front door. He smiled as he walked away and down the hallway. Once he was completely out of sight, I covered my face with my hands. He just had to answer the door looking like that. After I dropped my hands from my face, I let out a breath and shook my hands, realizing how flustered I felt.

           When he came back out he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt, making it a little easier to talk to him. He grabbed his keys, dropping them into his pocket and opened the door, motioning for me to lead the way. We were silent as we walked towards my house, but I broke the silence once I opened the door. “Sorry about the mess, still cleaning up his shit.”

           He closed the door behind him and waved his hand, “Not a problem. Is your kitchen through there?” He asked pointing in the correct direction of my kitchen. I rubbed my arm up and down and nodded. He nodded back and made his way into the kitchen. As he lifted his arms to check the faucet, I watched his back muscles which were just barely visible through his black shirt. “I think I know what’s wrong with it.” He wiped his hands on his pants as he turned towards me. “Do you have any tools here?”

           My mind racked through all of the things that could possibly be laying around this house. “Maybe out in the garage. Let me go look.”

           “I’ll come with you.” He smiled causing the lump in my throat to return.

           Once inside the garage, I turned on the light and Calum immediately found the tool box he left here. Calum started rifling through until he grabbed the thing he desired and then walked back inside. I followed him around my house like a lost puppy, my arms crossed over my chest, afraid of I-don’t-know-what. Calum used the selected tool to tighten a few things on the faucet and then tested it, the water pouring down like it’s supposed to. “Oh my god, thank you. How can I repay you?” I asked, thankful I could now eat.

           He turned to me, a smug smile stretched across his lips. He held out the tool and I grabbed it from him, both of our hands on it while he spoke. “Don’t worry about it. Just pop on over whenever you need anything.” He let go of the tool and winked before walking past me and out the front door.

           The door shut, and a shiver ran down my spine and shooting into my stomach. I let out a staggered breath and mumbled “holy shit,” to myself.

[some-kind-0f-disaster]

I'm reading so much smut during this quarantine time. Literally looking at my searches and it contains someone and the word smut next to it nothing else.

[cals-eyebrows]

Prompt: kinky cal 😩😩 yes pleasee

Note: FUCKKKK anon!!!! you made me BLUSH!!!! I’m not good at this and maybe this isn’t kinky enough but here it is!!!

(This is smutty smut smut, you’ve been warned.)

****

You and Calum had been dating for awhile. It was a lot of fun, and you were slowly getting integrated into his friend group, and just last weekend you had finally met Mali-koa, his sister. Everyone in your life and his life were so sweet and supportive with your new relationship.

You were still getting used to each other, but it was all positive experiences. You thought it was cute how Calum had a strict bedtime routine: brushed his teeth, let Duke out, and then held Duke for at least 5 minutes, wishing him sweet dreams before putting him in his kennel for the night. Every single night. 

And Calum was learning about how you loved to listen to music as loudly as you could while you showered and the way you ate your food in a clockwise pattern.

This also meant you two were still exploring physically, too. This was an exciting time for you! You (and Calum, for that matter) took care to learn what the other person liked. Calum, despite his goofy exterior, you realized, liked to be a little rougher and often grabbed your neck while he pushed inside you.

You never would have guessed. 

*- * -*

You were sleeping when you felt Cal’s arm came from behind you, wrapping around your waist while he spooned you. You felt his hips push into your bum slightly, knowing he had just come from being out with the boys. You knew he was probably a little tipsy, and therefore, horny. You were a pretty light sleeper and the thunderstorms outside had been keeping you from falling into a deep sleep. 

“Hey, bubba,” You whisper, and in response, Calum leaned over to kiss your ear. You turned over so you were laying down facing each other. 

Cal still doesn’t say anything, just connects your lips in the dark. You find yourself getting lost in his kissing, and his wandering hands. 

You make out for awhile when Calum mumbles: “Can I turn the lamp on? I gotta see you, baby.”

“Okay,” You answer and soon, some of the room comes to life with light. It’s only your small bedside lamp, so half of your handsome boyfriend’s face is shadows. 

You continue to kiss, while Cal’s hand continuing wandering. You help him remove your ratty, overly large PJ shirt, a vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirt. With your skin exposed with just your panties on, this ignites a sense of urgency in Calum’s movements. He’s grabbing your boob and pinching your nipple, which leads you to moan.

His hand moves lower from your waist, brushing the sensitive skin that you’re dying for him to fully indulge. Calum using his  skillful pointer finger to move your tiny, sensitive bud in circles, causing your hips to buck up toward his hand, wanting more friction. 

You’re about to reach down to unzip Calum’s jeans (his shirt has been lost while you itch to get closer and closer), when he breaks away from you. “Wait, baby. I have an idea and it’s totally okay if you’re not into it.”

You take a second to mull this over, looking at Calum’s face. His cheeks are flushed and his lips look a bit pink from all the kissing. He looks beautiful. You’d do anything for him.

“Okay, what is it?” You ask, simply wanting Calum to be inside you and –

“What if we… film it?” 

You feel your eyebrows furrow together a bit without realizing you were doing it. Well, in theory, you had thought about doing this but now it seemed so nerve-wracking. What if Calum watched it over and thought you were shit? 

It was really stupid, but all of your unrealistic insecurities were bubbling to the surface. Calum noticed your hesitation but he cupped your face in his gentle hands. “Honey, it’s okay, we don’t have to. We can just keep going and I know it’s going to feel incredible.”

You find yourself shaking your head, feeling randomly brave, “No, it’s okay, Cal. Yeah, let’s do it. I’m game.”

Cal’s face breaks out in a huge grin and he’s leaping off the bed, looking comical with the tent pitched in his jeans, you think: That can’t be comfortable.

He leans over to grab his phone off the nightstand, and opens up his camera app, switching it to Video Mode. He then sets it up on your dresser, which sits parallel to the bed and is pretty good height. Calum spends some time setting up the phone just perfectly, setting up a book nearby to lean it on.

Finally, he deems it situated. “Okay,” he basically jumps back on the bed. “it’s recording. God, you’re gonna look so fucking sexy for me, baby.”

You smile into your kiss, trying to ignore your nerves. 

You spend the next few minutes kissing before Calum puts two fingers inside of you, stretching you slightly. “that’s my good girl,” He sighs, never leaving your lips.

You moan from the sensation, loving how he feels. 

Soon, he’s hovering over you and situating himself in-between your legs, his tip teasing your entrance. You rest your legs over his shoulders while he pushes into you, you both moaning, loving this position. Calum fills you, then almost completely pulls out, and then pushing back into you. The large movement creates such a sensation that has you seeing stars. 

Calum has one arm holding himself up over you, the other playing with your sensitive bud. The feelings of being filled and the tingling from your clit has you overwhelmed, and you can feel your orgasm building. You let your moans flow freely, Calum following your lead. 

Finally, your orgasm hits and your grip on your boyfriend looses a bit. Calum’s thrusts are getting sloppier and sloppier, so you know he’ll hit his end soon too. He does, and holds you close while you feel pump into the condom inside of you. 

He holds you for a minute, and kisses your forehead. He pulls out, and throws the condom out before looking at you sprawled out on the bed. He grins, “now let’s watch that shit back!”

[caelesjjk]

Blurb week

Would anyone wanna send me some domestic!sos blurb requests? I’m in a writing funk and I think maybe if I write something else for a bit I’ll be able to finish fic I’ve been working on. So send me things and I’ll write them this week!

[cal-puddies]

Could you do one where Cal brings you lunch at work and sneaks you off for a quickie?

You squeal as Cal’s large hands wrap around your waist from behind.

“Baby, it’s just me.” He coos.

“Oh god Cal.” You sigh, turning and wrapping your arms around his neck. “What are you doing here?”

“Missed you. So I wanted to get you lunch, hoping I could get you off campus for a bit?” He says, pecking your lips.

“Yeah… let me look at my schedule real quick.” You pull away and look at your computer. “I’ve got about an hour.” You admit.

“K… I’ve got a plan.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to his Range Rover. He drives by most of the food places, and parks in a secluded area. “Um, will you take your panties off and get in the back seat?” He asks.

“S’cuse me?” You ask, looking around.

“Baby… I’m aching, have been since you got out of bed this morning. Just wanna… push in.” He explains, leaning across the console, kissing on your neck. “Know you’re excited, thinking about it.” He whispers in your ear. His hand slips under the hem of your dress and his fingers brush against your panties.

You bite your lip, but you push your hips up and slide your panties down before climbing in the back. Calum takes no time following you. He’s on his knees between yours, slicking his tongue through your folds to get you worked up.

When he finally gets up and gets his pants down and sinks in, you both moan out. Your legs wrap around his hips and Cal builds his rhythm, pressing his lips against your body over your dress. His hands grip and grope every inch of you.

He spills his cum into you, and his head rests against your chest as you hold tight to him with your legs. You’re fingers gently scratch at his scalp.

“Fuck baby.” He looks up at you and pulls your head for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“Thank you baby. But you really do owe me lunch now.” You smirk.

masterlist || ashton || calum || luke || michael

wanna be tagged? go here

[bensbuttercup]

1.5 K Smutty Sunday Celebration!

HEY EVERYONE! I just want to thank you guys for 1.5 K so for that I’m going to do a bit of a blurb night. I’ll be taking NSFW OR SFW requests tonight! I’ll try and bust a few out so send me your thoughts!

Honestly I’m really feeling writing 

~Baseball Shawn 

~Werewolf Shawn or Haz 

~MODEL HAZ!!!

I’ll write for my usual's too!

~Shawn Mendes

~Harrison Osterfield

~Tom Holland 

~Calum Hood (A NEW ONE?)

Tagging a few mutals who might be interested 

@the-claire-bitch-project @bisexualparkers @fourtristattoos @shavvnmendcs @hollandlovely @onmyshawn @christmas-marvel

[shot-of-truth]

Might as well just fuck • Michael Clifford

Phewww, this is probably the longest oneshot I’ve ever written, 2.8k. Enjoy!

TW: choking, spitting, slapping, dirty talk, fucKING but also cute fluff

The first time you saw him was at your local Starbucks, his red hair hanging in his face. You also noticed his eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow and the tattoos all over his arm. He was just really really hot. And because there wasn't any free table left you politely asked him if it was okay for you to sit next to him. He looked up, smiling and nodding. Looking closer you saw that he was reading Shining by Stephen King, one of your absolute favorite books.

"You like it?" You quietly asked, not wanting to annoy him. "I fucking love it." He smirked like a little school boy and his voice sounded so cute. "Please don't spoiler me." He pleaded, putting his book in his gym bag. "I'm Michael." The boy introduced himself, shaking your hand. "Y/N." You smiled back.

The next time you saw him he was dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, an oversized sweater and a black beanie on top of his messy hair. He spotted you from the other side of the street, smiling immediately. When asked where he came from, he just answered: "work." You could tell he was exhausted, so that's why you invited him over to your place to a few glasses of wine.

You didn't even know how to explain it, it just clicked between Michael and you. You could talk for hours on end about god and the world, about everything that happened in your lives. There was just one thing you never talked about, which was work. But you were fine with it because you didn't wanna talk about your job either.

One night you got home from work kinda late and found Michael sitting on your sofa, pillows pressed against his chest, sobbing quietly. His eyes were red and puffy, little sobs leaving his mouth while he hugged the soft material in his arms tightly. "What's wrong baby?" You asked softly, his head immediately snapping up at your question. “I.. It's nothing.." He wiped the already dry tears on his cheek away with the back of his hand before sitting up and smiling at you. "How was your day?" "No Michael, this isn't how it works.. You need to tell me why you're crying in my flat at 11pm.. You are my boyfriend and I care about you. A lot." You carefully sat down next to him, a sad expression on his face. "My mum is disappointed in me.. I just.. I just wanna be a great son and make her happy but it's so hard Y/N.. so fucking hard." His arms wrapped around your small body, looking for comfort in a hug. “I get what you mean.. My mum told me a year ago she doesn't ever wanna see me again because she's disgusted by me. You're not alone, Michael.. You have me and I'll always be there."

That night, between soft kisses and tender touches, between quiet moans and unspoken promises you made a silent decision to tell Michael what you kept from him since you two got to know each other. And Michael made the decision to never tell you the secret he kept hidden from you because he could not stand the thought of losing you.

The next day everything was back to usual, you wanted to tell Michael, you really wanted to. But his mesmerizing smiles and his unbelievably grateful attitude stopped you. You just could not ruin what the two of you had, you knew Michael would be heartbroken if you told him that you fucked countless men behind his back for a living. So you gave him a goodbye kiss before making your way to the studios where you were supposed to shoot a new video with a guy that had recently become very popular in the porn industry. Mikey Blue.

You liked to be at the set earlier so you could prepare for what exactly your producer had planned, that day it was a scenario where he was friends with your brother but you absolutely hated him. Hate always resulted to rough sex, something you never got with Michael. He was sweet, caring and always made sure you were okay. But to be honest, you loved both ideas equally. Just the thought of Michael grabbing your hair and spitting in your face while he fucked you senseless made a familiar wetness pool between your thighs.

"And there he is!" You heard your director, Danny say over the sound of music being played in the background. Fixing your ponytail and your tight dress you got up in your high heels to greet the man you'd be shooting this scene with. Just a few seconds later Danny and Mikey entered the room and you almost fainted. You were greeted with an awful familiar eyebrow piercing, bright red hair, a ripped band shirt and black skinny jeans. Michael seemed just as shocked as you, opening his mouth to say something, before Danny interrupted you. "Y/N, this is Michael. Michael this is Y/N." Your boyfriend quickly shut his mouth, licking his lips in anticipation. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." "Nice to meet you too, Michael." You replied, quickly catching on to the games he played. "So.. Michael will be your best friend's brother and you guys hate each other, so... to make it clear, I don't want anything vanilla."

x

"You're so fucking annoying, Mikey.. Get the fuck out of my room!" You yelled at your boyfriend, or in that case at your brother's friend. The soft duvet was pulled over your naked skin, his lips going from a deep frown to a tiny smirk, making his way over to you. "I could help you, pretty girl." Thoughts were racing through your head, mostly the thought that you were going to fuck your boyfriend in front of the camera. And that you knew you were gonna be fucked really good. You gulped and sat up, clearing your throat. "Get the fuck out. I won't say it again." "Haven't gotten laid in a while, huh? No need to bitch at me, I just entered the wrong room.. Geez, chill." He put his hands up in defense. "You probably wouldn't last more than a minute anyway." Flashing a quick smile in his direction, you sat up against the headboard, eyeing him up and down. Nothing you hadn't seen before but this situation already made you so wet, you could not believe it.

And then, with one swift motion Michael had pulled the duvet away, on the other side of the bed. He cheekily bit his lip, eyes scanning your tits. "Says who?" With that, he crawled on the bed and pushed himself up above you, attacking your neck with kisses before whispering a quiet sentence in your ear. "We both know I'm more than satisfying." You breathed out, letting your head fall back against the board. Just a few seconds later, Michael's hand grabbed your throat and he pulled you close to him, smashing his soft, wet lips against yours. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" The other hand traveled down your body, playing with your nipples. "Mhhh." You answered, just to be slapped across the cheek by Michael, not too hard of course. He was still testing your limits. "Words, slut."

Something about the way your boyfriend treated you and the way he spoke to you had you unraveling in his hands. Being with him in the most intimidate way made you feel safe because you knew how much he loved you and that he would never go too hard or hurt you intentionally. "F-Fuck yes.. I will." "If your brother could see you like that... Naked and under my control." He chuckled softly, shaking his head and tossing you back on the bed, taking his shoes off and kicking them in the corner. You lay down on the bed, spreading your legs for him. "Who said I'm gonna give you something?"

As you looked up, Michael had his stupid smirk plastered on his lips, fumbling with his belt. "You're gonna suck my cock first. And if you do it the way I like it, we'll discuss your treatment." Your boyfriend made a makeshift ponytail with your hair, pulling you closer to him, down on the carpet. He situated himself at the edge of the bed, letting you pull his tight jeans down his legs. Eyes on your every action, making sure you were comfortable around him. You nodded up at him, knowing that he needed your confirmation, even though it wasn't verbally.

Michael bent down, kissing you one more time before shimmying out of his boxer briefs, his large erection coming in contact with the cold air. "Why are you still staring babe, you know what to do." Following a soft hum by you, he led one of his hands to the back of your head, the other one to your cheek. Grabbing the base of his shaft with his hand, he slapped the tip against your lip a few times. "Tongue out, slut." He instructed, gaze glued to your face. Just as you opened your mouth for him to slide in, he spit down on you, lubing the head of his cock up with it.

And then he entered you, slow at first, you didn't even have time to prepare yourself as he shoved his large cock down your throat. "Breathe.." He whispered, so only you could hear it, the thumb on his left hand stroking your cheek while you choked hard. "Doing so good." Michael slowly pulled back again, spit drooling in the corner of your mouth, eyes watering. "Okay?" He mouthed, letting you catch your breath. Your throat burned, but the feeling that you satisfied him the way he liked it, the feeling of being used by the person you loved, turned you on more than anything and made it more than worth it.

Michael instead didn't like the thought of hurting you, so he constantly made sure you were alright. Consistent touches somewhere on your face, just for the sake of him letting you know he was there. He slowly got up from the spot on the bed, just to keep your head in place and thrust his dick in and out of your mouth, the sounds driving him insane. Michael never had a problem with his stamina, but the situation he had you in right now, you choking on his hard cock, had him wondering if he was gonna survive the rest of the shoot. It had him wondering how many times both of you were gonna cum tonight.

Your eyes looked up to him, while he breathed heavily, your nose pressed against his shaved abdomen.

Hazy eyes looked over to Danny. "Can I cum in her mouth? Promise I will get hard again.." His hand still guided you back and forth, his thighs quivering with pleasure. Earning a simple nod from your director, you let your hands wander up his thighs, looking for support as his fingers interlaced themselves with yours. He was never really vocal during sex but right now, Michael was a mess. He was sweating, panting, so fucking close to shooting his hot cum in your mouth, something he had never done with you before. While Michael abused your throat for the sake of his own orgasm, you tried to gasp for air. Loud groans left his mouth, pre-cum leaking out of his tip. Bitter taste on your tongue.

"B-Baby!" One last, broken sob and he spilled into your mouth, falling back against the bed to lean back and catch his breath. He felt like he was on cloud nine, with the way you looked up at him with your innocent eyes and your smile as you opened your mouth to show him that you swallowed every last bit of his semen. "10 minute break!" Danny announced, interrupting your thoughts. You crawled up on the bed to Michael, who smashed his lips against yours immediately. "M so sorry princess." He mumbled, pulling you close to his chest. His soft fingers traced over your back while he pressed kisses to your shoulder. "There's no need to be sorry, I fucked up just as bad as you." Michael nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, something he always did when he was tired. So you played with his colored hair, the gesture he loved the most.

"Wanna order pizza when we get home?" He asked. "Sure.." You answered, tugging on his soft cock. "I'm looking forward to fuck you, Y/N." He cheekily looked up to you, smiling like a little school boy while you tried to get him hard again, his hands kneading your breasts softly. "I'm looking forward to fuck you Michael." Just as you said it, you felt him harden beneath your hand again. "Michael... I want you to choke me as you fuck me." He looked up to you surprisingly. "Never knew you were into the kinky stuff, babygirl.. What else do you like? Like it when I fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow? I can deliver, you know. I can destroy your little cunt."

His hand traveled down between your folds, playing with your clit as you noticed Danny was recording again. "So wet.. All for me?" "Y-Yes, all for you." You felt his other hand wrapping around your throat, pulling your body on his lap and squeezing it. "Think you're ready for my cock? Think you can take it?" Followed by a nod of yours, a slap across your cheek, harder than the first one. "Speak to me, bitch." "C-Can take it.. I was a g-good girl.." Michael didn't know if he went too far but little did he know you loved nothing more than to be degraded by him.

He lined himself up with your entrance, spitting on his hand one time to lube himself up a little. Not that it was necessary of course, you were as wet as you could possibly be. Then Michael entered you and you gasped for air, like every time he did it. He was so big and he always fucked you just the right way, so you could feel every vein and even his tip deep inside you. Your boyfriend didn't give you any time adjust, he fucked you like you've never been fucked before. Hard, balls deep. His hands wrapped around your throat, loud growls leaving his mouth. You tried to catch your breath, the only sound coming out was a loud whimper.

He slammed you into the mattress, his shirt drenched in sweat as you ripped it off of his body, stars dancing over your eyes. Michael let you go shortly after, grabbing your hands this time and pinning them above your head while his hips rolled swiftly against yours. His thumb ghosted over your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves torturously slow. You were aching for his touch, moving yourself against him. He could tell you were close as his hot breath ghosted over your neck and your lips. "Wanna cum for me baby?" Michael's voice sounded so wrecked, almost as wrecked as yours as you replied: "F-Fuck please.."

You pushed him back and climbed on his lap, sinking down on his erection that was coated with your juices. Bending down to kiss him once again you bounced on his member, feeling your orgasm, that you already knew was gonna be intense, approach inside of you.

His lips swallowed your loud moans while his big hands found their way to your hip, digging his fingers into the flesh. In this moment you did not care about all the cameras and the people beside you. The only persons in this room were Michael and you.

He had his eyes closed as you worked him closer to the edge, sharp breaths leaving his lips. One last time, you sat up and ground against him frantically. Michael's eyes shot open quickly, his hands shaking on your lip, a loud moan that you've never heard from him before, echoing through the room. A few seconds later he emptied himself inside of you, sitting up and pulling you against his chest. While you came around him in the most intimate way, walls clenching, breathing picking up, tears streaming down your cheek, from all the pleasure that your boyfriend gave you, he prepped sweet, innocent kisses all over your face.

"Princess? Are you okay?" He was still as deep as possible inside you and you found yourself nodding along. "I love you." He whispered quietly in your ear, tugging your hair behind it. Slowly getting up from him, you felt your knees giving up, but Michael catching you. "Well now I'm buying you pizza for sure." He smirked, picking you up and making his way over to the bathroom with you to run both of you a nice, warm bath.

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Rainstorm (Calum Hood Smut) (The Storm Series)

Summary: Calum and (Y/N) are stuck together during a storm. No electricity, no heat, no entertainment.  How could they possibly pass those 3 days? This is an NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable reading stuff like this one, please scroll through the chapters to find something you might like. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Masturbation / Riding / Oral; Female Receiving) (TW: Calum being a douche, I guess...) (Request) (Words: 13.5k) Snowstorm (Part 2) 

The wind is blowing hard, making it sound like someone is whistling outside my window. There has been a thunderstorm going on since yesterday; it has started as a strong rain, evolved into a thundershower and as it goes it becomes a full-blown thunderstorm. My roommate, Calum, left the house a few hours earlier, to stock up on some food. It is very last minute for us to restock on food, but we were running low and there are warnings about not going out the next few days. So now I am under the covers, trying to warm myself up, with Calum's pup resting on top of my belly, shaking and whining as he waits for his pop's to come back home. It is quite scary, knowing that Calum is out there, with this heavy weather. But it was either letting him go out or starve in the next few days. Duke springs up and off my bed the moment he hears the door getting unlocked. I follow right behind him, just to make sure Calum is safe and well.

He is drenched in rainwater and he is carrying two paper bags in his arms, while he is trying not to trip over the skipping pup. "I got it. Hand them to me." I offer, reaching for one. "Thanks. The streets were nearly turned into lakes. Were you ok?" He asks me. "In the comfort and warmth of our house? Yeah, I was good. You need a warm shower, dry clothes, a body of heat by your side, warm blankets. I'll put the food in, go do all that." I order and he chuckles. "Last time I checked you are not my mom, are you?" He asks me, picking up Duke to stop him from crying. "Well, it is your pneumonia, not mine." I mumble, shrugging my shoulders. "Dramatic much?" He asks me while I carry the bags to the kitchen. "I'll throw these in the dryer." He states, stripping off his clothes and opening the door of the dryer. "Maybe wash them first..." I suggest, a little disgusted. "Wet clothes should be dried first before they are washed, smartass. They will get moldy otherwise." He replies, throwing his clothes in. "That's only if you throw them in the humper, buffoon. If you wash them straight away, they are going to be fine. How are you still fucking alive?" I ask him, opening the cupboards to arrange the stuff. "I don't plan on washing them right now. I just got home after being out in a storm." He explains, slamming the door of the dryer and pressing the button of the program. But the machine doesn't even make a sound, remaining as it was before. "Did you break it?" I ask, leaving the food and walking to the dryer. I fumble with the buttons, but the machine remains silent, immobile. "I barely touched it." He comments. He moves to the light switch, toying with it and humming in surprise as the room stays dark. "Go open the fridge..." He orders, making me look at him in confusion. I follow his order though, opening the fridge and moving aside to give him a look inside it. "I think we are out of power." He states, doing so ever too casually. "You think?" I ask, eyes going wide at him. "I don't know, (Y/N). It might be burned key or whatever." He squeals, making me chuckle sarcastically. "A burned key or whatever... Fucking hell. Wanna check that, Calum?" I ask him, already hyperventilating at the thought of having a power outage right now.

He leaves the room for a second, making me press my hand against my forehead in frustration. I hope and pray that it is just a burned key and nothing more, and we will have electricity in some areas of the house at least. "Power is out. All over the house." He announces, making me sigh. "Fuck. Just us or other houses too?" I ask him but he shrugs. "I don't know, (Y/N). But I suspect it is related to the storm going on outside..." He mocks me. "Shit. The storm will last at least 3 days." I groan, going back to putting the food in the cabinets. "I will go get dressed. We will talk about handling this when I get back." He assures me before he walks away.

"So, we have no lights, no heat, no way to cook, no warm water. There is a storm going on outside, which makes the whole house cold." I panic, sitting on the couch with my legs on top of each other. Calum is sitting across from me, with Duke on his lap, petting him as the dog whines at the thunders. "You need to calm down. Here. He helps a lot." He says, placing Duke on my lap. "We have candles. Well, I know you have a ton and I have a couple of big ones. And we have torches, so in case of an emergency, we can use them. We have snacks that need no cooking, we will split them to last at least 3 days. We will use blankets, hoodies, extra layers to keep warm. And as for the water. Well, we either power through cold showers, or dry cleaning... We will be alright, we are safe in here." He tries to comfort me, stroking his thumb over my knee. "No phones, no TV, no internet, no entertainment." I point out and he scoffs. "We will keep our phone batteries in case of emergency. And we have books, board games, old school entertainment. It will be kinda like unplugging, a bit of detox." He chuckles. He is handling this better than I would. "I have the Solar Charger we can use. And you laughed at me when I bought it." I chuckle and he rolls his eyes. "I am still going to laugh at you. How are you going to get the charger to save up sun during the storm, smartypants?" He asks me through chuckles. "At least we have the power banks for an emergency." I sigh, bringing Duke in the ear to kiss his cute little snout.

The storm has only gotten stronger since night fell. Calum is with Duke in his room, long sleeping since there is not much to do in the house now that darkness has fallen in it. Until 6 maybe, we could read books and magazines, Calum did some writing too. After that we played some cards, betting on house chores to make it a bit more fun. But it soon lost its interest, so he excused himself to his bedroom and called it a day. But the darkness, combined with the noise going on outside makes everything scary for me, so I can't sleep, no matter how much I twist and turn. So I made my way to the living room, lit up a few candles, and wrapped myself in my blanket to battle the cold. I have a book on my lap, an anthology of Poe's greatest works, which doesn't help at all with calming the fright in my spine. "What are you doing up?" Calum asks me. I jolt and nearly scream, the suddenness of his words breaking the silence making my blood chill in my veins. "You scared the crap out of me." I clutch my chest, looking at him as he takes a seat on the couch. His face is swollen, his hair is messy, and he is wearing his usual sleep attire which is just a pair of boxers and nothing else. How he can be naked in such piercing cold is beyond me. "Sorry. But you kinda scared me too. Thought you were asleep. What are you doing awake?" He asks me, yawning through the words. "Nothing." I mumble, shrugging my shoulders. "Dude, it is 4 in the morning, you are surrounded by candles and you are reading Poe. Is this some kind of ritual? Have I been living in the same house as a witch?" He asks me; his eyebrows are furrowed and he is making his funny face, which makes me smile a little. "You are going to make fun of me if I tell you." I sigh and he scoffs. "Have I ever made fun of you?" He gasps, sarcasm thick in his voice. "I can't sleep. I am scared of the storm and I hate darkness. So I thought I should find something else to do, in hopes I will get tired and fall asleep." I admit, making him hum. He gets up from the couch, leaving the living room without a word. I sigh, frustrated by his behavior; Calum and I haven't been the best of friends, and he was always distant, at least more distant than I'd like him to. But I never expected him to react like that after I opened up to him. I go back to reading my book, leaning my head against the back of the couch.

Calum walks back into the living room not even 5 minutes later. He is holding his pillow and duvet, along with his acoustic guitar. Now he is wearing a hoodie with his boxers, and he looks adorably sleepy as he sets his stuff on the couch. "What are you doing?" I ask him, setting the book on the arm of the couch. "I am sleeping here. You'll feel less scared if I am here to protect you, right?" He asks me, plopping on the couch and fixing his pillow. "You don't have to..." I mumble but he shrugs his shoulders. "I know. But I want to. Plus, I really think you are doing some kind of ritual to worship Satan, so I have to keep an eye for that." He replies, making me bite my tongue while I smile. "What's up with the guitar?" I ask, pointing at the instrument that is resting on the floor. "I brought it in case someone tries to break in, for protection." He replies, but the smirk on his face gives away he is just teasing me. "I thought maybe some music will help you feel calmer. Well, it will help a lot more than reading Poe, that's for sure." He explains, picking it up from the floor. I relax on the couch, watching him strum his fingers over the strings "Any requests?" He asks, making me hum as I contemplate. "Maybe Babylon. I always wanted to hear the acoustic version of it." I shrug, making him chuckle wholeheartedly. "You vixen..." He giggles, fixing his fingers on the guitar.

"You know you sleep like a bunny?" Calum asks me as he passes me a cup of coffee. "How do bunnies sleep?" I ask him, sitting up from where I have been laying since last night. "I don't know. I just saw you sleeping and you looked like a bunny." He replies, sitting on his spot. "I am way less caffeinated than I should be to make sense of you." I groan, pressing my hand against my temples. "How did you sleep?" He asks me as I rax my body. "I don't know. It was weird. How did you sleep?" I ask him and he shrugs. "I've slept better. But it was fine, at least you weren't snoring." He jokes and I groan at him. "Hey..." I protest and he just hums. "You were moaning though." He points out, making me bite my lip before replying. "Yeah, I've been told I do that." I clear my throat, watching his eyes become wider as he looks at me in surprise. "It sounded good. I mean... Fuck, this is inappropriate." He brushes it off. He blushes slightly, looking inside his mug nervously. "I've been told my moans sound good as well." I tease him, cocking an eyebrow. He nods, still not looking at me. "Come on, Hood. Walls are pretty thin, I am sure you've heard me before. Solo and with some company." I state, making him turn to look at me. "Have... Have you... heard me?" He asks me. He seems awfully shy for the guy who is usually too cocky about his sex life. "I mean... You are not exactly quiet. And usually not your company as well. There were times I could hear you through my earphones." I explain and he chuckles. "Fuck..." He mumbles under his breath. "It is fine, Cal. We are both adults. No need to be embarrassed now." I assure him, taking a sip from my coffee. "Yep, no need at all." He sighs, but he still looks tense. "I am going to take a look at what we can have for breakfast." I announce, pointing at the kitchen. He looks like he needs a minute alone to regain himself, so I am going to give it to him.

I carry a pack of veggie chips in hand as I walk back to the living room. I know it is not the best option for breakfast, but there is not a big variety of non-perishables right now. Calum is still on the couch, looking at his hands a little awkwardly. "You are still flustered about the moaning thing?" I ask him, throwing the snacks at him. "Well, it is really fucking embarrassing." He mumbles. "Calum, papi, it is fine. We are both loud, we have heard each other, it is normal." I assure him, but he runs his hand down his face. "Please don't call me papi." "Right, your daddy kink." I point out, sitting with my legs on top of each other. "Wait... You've heard me alone and with company... Have you heard me... You know..." He asks, but I am lost in the translation at the moment. "Heard you doing what?" I ask him, with eyebrows furrowing together. "Come on... You know..." He insists, but I throw my hands in the air. "I don't know what you are referring to." I reply ad he sighs. "Have you heard me... moaning your name?" He asks me, making my eyes go wide. "You... You moan my name?" I ask him, way taken aback by the revelation. "So, you haven't heard me. Nice." He huffs in frustration. "You moan my name... Do you do it solo or...?" I ask, trying to make sense out of it. "There isn't a scenario that I don't come of as a pervert." He states. "Well..." I insist, making him look at the floor. "I don't know what to tell you, really. It slipped off my lips. I wasn't doing it on purpose, I wasn't actually thinking of you, well at least not until I actually was. You just popped into my head..." He explains, making me cock an eyebrow at him. "Was it like, happening because I did something?" I ask him and he shrugs. "No, at least I don't think so. It was random, and the more I try to make sense of it is, the worse it gets." "Well, it explains why you are an asshole towards me sometimes." I sigh. "Yeah. Look, I am sorry, I don't know what is going on. I am not doing it on purpose, I am not trying to be a creep, I just... I don't know, dude. It was random and I thought you had heard something and that you were pushing the moaning thing because you wanted me to speak on it." He panics. I bite my lip, shrugging my shoulders.

"It's ok... I mean... I have thought of you while I was touching myself. It was like... The closer you get to a person, the more you think of them. And fantasies are just manifestations of the unconscious, so whatever..." I reply, trying to make him feel better. "Oh... You've thought of me?" He asks, his head perking up. "Yeah, a couple of times." I reply. He is looking at me intrigued like he is asking me to elaborate. "So, does that mean... you like me?" He asks, squinting at me. I just shrug, arching my eyebrow at him. "I don't know. Does it mean you like me?" I ask him back. "I mean, you are really attractive. And smart, and actually funny. And you care about me... But I don't know. It is just... It is a fantasy, you just popped into my head while I was jerking off. I didn't analyze it further than that. Because the more I did, the more the fantasy played in my head and it was just creepy." He shrugs. I hum, staring at him for a few seconds. "It is kinda weird." He states. "Wanna fuck it out of our system?" I suggest, making him choke on his coffee. "What?" He asks me, eyes wide and his cheeks tinted. "I mean. If it is just sex we want from each other and we fuck, problem solved. Plus, we are locked in the house, either way, no electricity, no phones. We have to find a way to pass time." I point out and he moans in agreement. "Fuck it. Let's do it." He says, getting up and leaving his mug on the coffee table. "For real?" I ask him and he nods. "If you are down for it..." He shrugs, giving me his signature side smirk. "Oh, I am down, papi." I tease, standing up and stopping before him. "You really want to go there?" He asks me while he pulls me by my waist. I stare at his lips for a second, alternating to his eyes before he pulls me in for a kiss.

It is carnal, almost primitive, the way he is holding me by my waist, the way his lips are moving on mine. He truly is a master of kissing, which only makes my mind go wild on how well he could use those lips on my heat. His hand goes to the back of my head, pulling at my hair a little as he fixes my head to his liking. I have those weird chills running down my spine, especially after his hands start running down my body. "Can I undress you?" He asks me, parting from my lips and moving down my jawline. I just groan in pleasure, moving a little away from him to get off my hoodie. He just takes a step back, looking at me for a moment. "What? Don't make this awkward..." I mumble, shying away as his eyes are on my body. "Sorry, sorry. Just... You look good." He compliments me, bringing his hands to undress. I have seen him scantly clad, in just his boxers most of the time, but this feels far too intimate, so his body looks a whole lot better than normal. I am mesmerized, so I don't realize my fingers are tracing the tattoo on top of his diaphragm, not until he takes my wrist into his hand and looks at me. I stare back at him, breathing fast and feeling my body become more sensitive. "It is turning me on, way too much..." He growls, while my nail still circles the letters. "Yeah, I can tell." I mumble, letting my hand go down his stomach. A straight line, from the hollow point of his chest, down to his lower belly, watching him react to my touch by breathing deeply, causing his stomach to rise and fall. "Are you hard for me, daddy?" I ask him, taking my doe eyes and looking at him through my eyelashes. "Wanna check yourself?" He asks me, his voice thick but encouraging. I let my hand slip inside his briefs, finding his cock rock hard, pushing against the fabric. "Dear God..." I stutter and he just hums. "I wanna taste you first. My lips on your clit... I have been wondering how you taste, I wanna finally find out." He moans as I stroke his cock. I feel a pleasing warmth spreading on my belly, a sudden tightness on my chest signaling that I am going to fucking explode just at the thought. "I know you are thinking about it too. Your nipples are hard and you are covered in goosebumps. And I know it is not from the cold. You are thinking of my tongue lapping you up, huh? How many times have you gotten off at the thought of it?" He whispers by my ear, letting his breath fan against my skin for long enough to get my brain hazy and my head fall back, getting pleasure just at the thought. "Fuck... Fuck me... Eat me out... Whatever you want, I just want you." I utter, letting my bottom lip hang loose. "You are going to let me use you, sweetheart?" He moans, planting his lips on my pulse point on my neck. "However you want... Please, use me." I beg. I don't know how much of my sex life he has heard of, but it is certainly enough of it for him to know my buttons.

"Sit on the couch. Legs spread, touch yourself for me... Like you did when you were thinking of me." He sucks on my neck, running his tongue over the mark a couple of times. "Aren't you going to eat me out, daddy?" I ask him, nearly turning to putty in his hands. "If you are a good girl..." He replies, a playful smirk playing on his lips. I step off my leggings, leaving just my panties on. It is nothing sexy, but honestly, right now, I don't think it really matters. I take my seat on the couch, spreading my legs apart and dipping my hand into my panties. I am wet and my clit is pulsing, so my hand in there feels like a huge relief, although I am certain his mouth will feel a thousand times better than this. I drive my hand down my entrance, getting my fingertips wet with my slickness before I bring them back up my clit. I press there, rubbing it in circles softly; none of my previous lovers have asked me to do something like this before, so knowing I am being watched while I pleasure myself makes me nearly breathless. With my free hand, I fondle my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples to aggrandize the sensation. He moves closer to me, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and pulling them to undress me completely. "Here... Now it looks like a work of art." He comments, bringing his lips to my inner thigh. I jolt in surprise, stopping for a second to take in the sight of him between my thighs. "Don't stop, baby. Keep touching yourself..." He encourages me, smiling against my skin. I feel a weird tickle on my sex, my toes curling as I feel pleasure rush through me. "I need you. Just... Please..." I utter, dipping my fingers inside me. My eyes flutter and I arch my back softly, going straight for my spot. "You are glistening..." He whispers, moving his lips up to my thigh until I can feel his breath on my sex.

He brings his fingers to wrap around my wrist, making me remove my fingers from inside me. He brings my fingers to his mouth, getting a taste of my juices only for a second before he goes straight for the source of it. He laps up my core, starting with a long stroke of his tongue from my entrance all the way up my clit. There, he swirls his tongue around it, piercing me with his eyes as he looks into mine. My eyebrows furrow together in pleasure and I bite my bottom lip just the moment he sucks on my clit. I couldn't even imagine half of it when I thought how his lips would feel on my sex. He is masterful, passionate about it, sucking my clit and flicking his tongue on it at the same time. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick me, his taste buds massaging on my nerves there. "Holy fuck... Shit... Calum..." I tangle my words together, bucking my hips up against his face. He pushes me down again, his hand holding on my hipbone. It strangely turns me on, just his hand there plus the sight of his arm and forearm flexing as he presses me down, with his muscles, nerves, and veins bulging on it. "You taste better than I imagined. Way better..." He mumbles, bringing his fingers to part my lips before thrusting one inside me. "I need more..." I cry as I feel his digit pump inside me. "More? Already? A finger can't fill your greedy little pussy?" He asks me, chuckling cockily at me before leaning in to bring his lips back on my clit. "Please... I need you..." I plead, but the mischievous smile that is curling up his lips tells me he is not going to give in that easily. His lips are working against my clit, sucking slowly and moving his tongue sensually as he adds one more finger inside me, grazing them over my spot. "Oh, Cal..." I groan, bucking my hips up, nearly riding his face. "I think you are ready for my cock, pretty girl. What do you think?" He asks, resting his head on my thigh while he still pumps his digits inside me. "I am. I am... Please, Calum..." I cry out, earning a hum from him.

He brings his hand from my core, guiding his fingers in my mouth for me to taste myself on them. "I pity the dude that wasn't eating you out every time he was over." He comments while he steps out of his briefs. I suck on his fingers the best I can, wanting nothing more than for him to think of me on my knees, sucking his cock and letting it reach down my throat until I gag on his length. He pushes me until I am laying on my back, and he props himself between my legs, spreading my thighs to get access to my pussy. He looks at me lustfully, making me chill as his eyes pierce through my skin. "You are going to take my cock inside you, princess?" He asks me, the left corner of his mouth moving up as he chuckles at me. "All of it, please." I beg, bringing my hand to wrap around his forearm. He lines up to my entrance, thrusting his hips to slide his cock between my lips, tease me some more. "You are always like that? Teasing them until they break?" I ask him, feeling my clit tingling with excitement. "Only when they want me to. And from what I've heard, you have a bit of an issue with that, don't you sweetheart?" He asks cockily, making me groan in frustration. He lets his tip slide in my entrance, going in slow to let me feel every inch of him, every glorious inch of his thick, veiny cock. "Fuck." I stutter, eyes fluttering and my teeth tugging on my bottom lip. "What, princess?" He asks, looking down between our bodies. My walls pulse around him already, his face morphing at the tight sensation. "You feel way better than I thought you would..." I mumble, earning a chuckle from his lips. "Should I get that as a compliment?" He asks. There is a quick decision I have to make, in split seconds while he is still a bit vulnerable. I flip him on his back, moving to straddle him as a surprised gasp leaves his lips. "Wanna be on top?" He asks, bringing his hands to rest on my ass. I smirk and he chuckles, relaxing back as I move my hips on his. He fondles my ass, squeezing my cheeks softly as I bounce on him. He is mainly doing it for guidance, but the feeling of his rough fingerpads kneading my skin brings fire to my loins. "You are wet for me, princess?" He asks through gritted teeth, leaving a slap on my ass. I yelp and throw my head back, pressing my core more on him as I grind on his crotch. "You liked that..." He states in amusement, repeating the slap. I gulp down thickly, sliding my hips forward and feeling just his tip inside of me. I lean closer, almost pressing my chest on his before I go back to fucking myself on his cock. His hands are gripping down on my hips, nails digging in my skin from holding onto me tightly.

One of them leaves my hips to travel up my ribcage and cup my breast, grazing his thumb over my nipple before he brings his mouth to wrap around it. He sucks harshly, bucking his hips up to fuck me harder as I sink myself on his length. "Good God..." I shriek, closing my eyes to focus on his tip fucking against my spot. "Don't use God's name in vain, princess." He sasses, popping my nipple out of his mouth, now only circling his tongue around its peak. "You are an asshole..." I reply, moving on him. I take all of him, deep, feeling him pulse inside me as we get closer. "I wanna cum... I wanna cum..." I chant, gasping as my skin slaps on his, echoing in the empty house. He releases my nipple, moving his hand to grip on my chin and bring my face to his before he crashes our lips together. I feel his breath on my face, his touch on my skin, his cock fucking me deep, his heartbeat vibrating on my chest. It all feels soothing, calming me down after all that fear I have been through during the storm. "Cum... Cum around me, baby..." He whispers, not taking his lips away from my face.

With a quick move, I am found on my back and my legs are on his shoulders, earning him a lot more depth than before. He has access to every inch of my pussy and he is taking advantage of it, ramming his cock inside me until I am screaming incoherent and complete utterance. "Fill me up, fill me up, daddy..." I bring my hands to his biceps, dragging my nails down until I meet his wrist. I don't even realize that those words are leaving my lips until I catch myself aching for his cum. He groans and breathes hard, harder after each thrust, which only makes me more turned on for him. I cum around him, my walls gripping his cock as I arch off the couch and scream his name, ignoring how stupid my orgasm face might look. "I fucking adore your face like that..." He rasps, letting his cock rest deep inside me to feel me pulsing around his throbbing cock. Apparently, that is enough for him to cum inside me, making me shriek at the sensation as my high still makes my body tingly. "Fuck..." He utters, burying his face into my neck. His lips are moving on my skin slowly, kissing and nibbling on my sweet spots as we are trying to calm from our highs. "That was fun..." I breathe out, reaching to stroke his hair. "And the fun doesn't have to end..." He chuckles, looking at me. I cock my eyebrow at him, making him smirk. "I mean, there is nothing better for us to do right now. You are stuck with me..." He explains and I hum. "I am stuck with you." I bite my lip and smile.

I didn't know I enjoyed fucking with the sound of rain and thunderstorm in the background until my little lockdown with Calum. I lost track of how many times we fucked during the 3-day stay-in, but I was practically sore by the time the storm passed. We didn't even care about the electricity being back on the third day, we just fucked like animals in heat. But soon after the storm passed, Calum left to go to Ashton's place for a few days, claiming his friend needed something. He left for a week and once he was back he avoided me for as long as he could, not speaking a word of what happened during the storm. And then he started bringing girls over, being loud and parading them in the house the morning after, having them wear his clothes and making out with them in front of me. I know we never said we would become more after the storm, but he is treating me like nothing more than a fuck toy, and that shit hurts. He is acting like a fuckboy, like an asshole and now I feel sorry for myself for letting me catch feelings for him.

He walks into the kitchen while I am having breakfast, stretching his body in front of the fridge as he looks for something to eat. He doesn't say a word to me, like usual, so I decide to clear my throat to get his attention. "Is your date still upstairs?" I ask him and he chuckles, scratching the back of his head before turning around to look at me. "Why are you asking?" He asks me back and I close my eyes, taking a breath. "We need to talk." I shrug and he sighs. "Listen, baby... We had fun, didn't we? Those storm days were amazing. But let's not complicate it more. It was fun, but it is over, isn't it? Don't try to make a thing out of this, we won't work. You know that, don't you?" He asks, moving closer and bringing his hand to stroke his thumb over my cheek slowly. My stomach feels upset and heavy and I feel used and insignificant to him. "I wanted to tell you I will be moving out next week. My friend and I found an apartment and I will be staying with her. It has more room, and it is closer to my work. So, yeah, I guess I will leave next week." I reply and he gawks at me, eyes wide. "Oh... That's... That's great. I didn't know you were looking for an apartment." He states and I nod. "We weren't. We just stumbled upon it and we just said, screw it, let's do it." I mumble. "That's good. Do you need help with packing? Moving houses?" He asks me and I shake my head no. "I will be just taking my clothes and stuff. You can keep the furniture." I reply. He leans to peck my forehead, but I duck and avoid it, taking a step back from him. "We better not. I mean, your girl might be walking downstairs any minute now, let's not confuse her." I state, picking up my mug before walking away to get to my room.

I lied to Calum that morning. I moved out of the house a week after, but it wasn't because I had found a better house with my friend. I couch-surfed for a while until I could find something better for myself. I really didn't know I was that deep in for him.

"Mama." The 2-year old squirms in my arms as I pick her up to put her in the child seat of the shopping cart. She is giggling and moving her legs as she finally sits on the little plastic seat, while I twirl her little curls with my fingers. "If you are going to be a good girl while we shop, I will get you a strawberry yogurt for after our dinner." I promise, pinching her cute little nose. She laughs and claps her hands together; I doubt she understood everything I told her, but the tone of my voice makes her excited. I leave her stuffed llama on her lap before pushing her towards the aisle of produce. "We are having pasta tonight, Sav. Wanna pick the shape?" I ask her, holding up 3 different types of pasta. She looks at them for a moment, pointing at the farfalle with a smile. "Buttehfly" She cheers. I hand the bag to her and she throws it in, moving happily. "Buttehfly... Now, we need to buy cheese and tomatoes. And of course, yogurt..." I smile at her, leaning down to peck on her forehead.

She moves to the rhythm of whatever song is playing in the store, swinging her feet as I push the cart. She brings a smile to my face, no matter how tired I am right now this squish is the only thing I need. "(Y/N)?" I hear someone call me. I look up, finding Ashton before me. Besides him stands Calum, looking between me and Savanna, again and again, the state of shock on his face only growing. "Hi, Ash." I wave. Sav turns her head around to look at who I am talking to, and now Calum is as pale as a sheet. "Long time no see..." Ashton states, breaking the silence between the four of us. "I would say nearly 3 years." I reply. Calum is still in shock, not saying a word as his eyes are glued to the little girl in my cart. "Yep, that sounds right... Who's that pretty ladybug?" Ash cheers, waving at Sav who giggles shyly. "This is Savanna, Sav for shorts... Sav baby, say hi to Ashton..." I assure the baby who waves at the man. "Hi, Savanna. It is nice to meet you..." He cheers, bringing his hand to shake hers. "We have to finish shopping before this little one gets cranky. It was nice seeing you again. Both of you..." I say politely, pushing the cart to get going. Calum wraps his hand around my wrist, stopping me from moving any further. "Is she...?" He begins and I sigh. "Yeah..." I reply, pressing my tongue against my teeth. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asks. I pull my wrist from his grip, placing my hand on my hip while I stare at him in anger. "I am not having this conversation with you in the middle of a produce store." I state. "When, then?" He asks, voice rising. Ashton steps in, placing his hand on Calum's shoulder and pushing him back a little. "Not fucking now, not in front of her." Ashton groans, turning to look at Sav. "He is right. Not right now, not in front of Savanna." I state. Calum looks down on me, nodding his head before staring at me for an answer. I reach for my backpack, pulling an old receipt from it and a marker, scribbling my address on it. "She is off to bed at 8." I reply, handing the paper scrap to him. "Sav, let's go pick up our yogurt now..." I cheer to the toddler, going back to the cart.

I check up on Savanna one last time before walking out to the living room. She is sleeping soundly, cuddling her stuffed lion close to her chest as she breathes quietly. I walk to the couch, looking at the toys sprinkled all over the floor. I sigh and grab the toy bin, throwing the toys inside. I don't know if Calum is going to be coming over today, but for now, I need to make this house less messy. I knew the moment Calum would see her, he would understand she is his daughter. That girl is his miniature, a literal mini-Calum and she has been like that since the day she was born. I remember looking at her when they handed her to me and crying, knowing I would have to see his face on her every single day.

There is a knock on the door just as I start gathering the crayons on top of the coffee table. I sigh as I prep myself, walking to the door and peeping through the peephole, just to make sure. Calum is behind it, looking a little angry. I open the door, gesturing for him to walk in. "Savanna is sleeping, so please, no shouting." I state as he walks in. "Why didn't you tell me about her? Why didn't you tell me 'hey. I am pregnant. It's yours'?" He asks. He cuts straight to the point, making me close my eyes and crossing my arms before my chest. "I wanted to tell you..." I reply. "Wanted? Are you fucking kidding me?" He asks, whisper-shouting. "What do you fucking want, Calum? I tried telling you, but you gave me the whole 'It was fun while it lasted' speech. What was I supposed to do?" I ask and he throws his hands in the air. "I don't know, fucking tell me, maybe?" "You didn't even want to address us hooking up. How do you think that conversation would have gone? I know how it would. You would panic, tell me to have an abortion. I would not hear you and would leave, just like I did. And I would give birth to Savanna, just like I did, and we would be in the same place we are right now." I reply. "You should have told me. I had the right to know. I ignored the existence of my child up until the point." He protests. "First thing first, not your child. She is my child, I birthed her, I am raising her. And I never asked for anything from you. Neither of us did. You are no different from a sperm donor. So, you are free to go back to your little life prior to finding out, ignore her existence, and mine if you'd like. We don't need anything from you." I assure him, plopping down on the couch. He takes a moment of just staring at me, breathing slowly before he joins me on the couch. "She looks exactly like me." He points out. "Yeah, I've noticed." I chuckle. "Does she know about me?" He asks me. "She is 2. She doesn't understand the concept of the typical family. She hasn't asked, so I never told her." I explain. He brings his head between his knees, scratching the back of his head. "She is a sweetheart. Lovely smile, the friendliest, most empathetic child I have met." I state, making him chuckle. "So, now you know. I am still not asking anything from you, so whatever your decision is going to be, whatever you want to do with the information that you have a daughter, it is up to you. No harm is done." I state, saving him from the incoming silence. "I don't know what I want to do, (Y/N). I have to be honest with you. Yes, she seems awesome and all, but this is new. I can't tell you whether I will be able to be part of her life." He replies, looking at his hands. "I don't know why I expected otherwise from you." I say bitterly, springing up from the couch. "What is that supposed to mean?" He asks me, looking at me with offense written on his face. "It means exactly what you understand. This is exactly what I thought you would say when you would find out about Savanna." I bite back, making him tilt his head to the side. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? I literally found out about her existence a few hours ago, by accident. What do you want me to do?" He asks. "Nothing. Forget about her, forget you saw us. Do nothing, we have been fine this far without you." I state, moving to open the door for him. I point at it, looking at him sternly as he stares back in shock. "Are you telling me to leave?" He asks me, stepping in front of me. I don't badge, showing him I am not afraid of him. "I am. I wish I could say it was nice seeing you, but I would be lying. But I wish you the best, I truly do. Now, go." I demand, making him sigh. He walks out of the door, not speaking a word more before leaving. Savanna and I have been doing fine without him, she doesn't need him and I don't either.

I walk into her room, just to check one last time before I call it a day and head to bed, finding her just as I left her. She is sleeping peacefully and breathing slowly, a thumb pressed on her lips. I lean down to kiss the top of her head and fix her little blanket, closing my eyes to calm myself before I head to bed too. The day has been exhausting, and tomorrow looks no brighter, so I can use the extra hours of sleep.

The day starts at 6:30 when my alarm goes off. I have precisely 20 minutes to shower and do my routine before I have to start Savanna's breakfast and get her out of bed. It has been like that since she started kindergarten, our days starting and ending early, but I wouldn't change a bit of it. After I shower and do my skincare, I start making her almond butter and jelly sandwich and chocolate milk. I found the freakiest way she is allergic to peanuts when one day at school they had peanut butter cookies and they called me from their way to the hospital. "Sav, baby... It is time to get up..." I sing, placing my hand on her back and running over it softly. She stirs and pouts, still not opening her eyes. "Come on, Savanna. We have to get ready for school." I cheer, picking her up from the mattress. "No..." She whines, placing her head on my shoulder. "I know, I know. But we are seeing all our friends, and we are going to play with them and have fun. And then mommy will pick you up, and we will go to the park before dinner... Does that sound good?" I ask her, planting my lips on her chubby cheek. She just mumbles, earning a chuckle from me.

After I clean her up, we sit at the kitchen table and I pass her breakfast, kissing the top of her head before sitting across her to do my makeup while having coffee. "I want lipsick." She mumbles as she munches on her breakfast. She has quite the tendency to copy my routine, so I have a lip balm in my makeup bag for her whenever she asks me for makeup. I bring it out of the bag and place it in front of her plate. "You can put it on after you have finished eating." I state and she nods. I take a sip from my coffee, watching her as she sips her milk through her sippy cup. "We have to finish quickly to go get dressed, Sav." I remind her, closing my makeup bag. I take my last sip of coffee, before getting up to wash the dishes used. She soon hands me her dishes too, trying to reach up to the countertop to leave them there. "Mommy will be done in a moment. Go to mommy's room and wait to pick up your clothes." I smile at her, rinsing the little plate with Dory painted on it. She runs away, her little feet tapping against the floor. I watch her just to make sure she is not going to trip and get hurt, before going back to finishing the dishes.

I walk into my bedroom, finding her trying to open the drawer in which her t-shirts are. I scoop her up, seating her on my lap before I open the drawer for her. "Which one do you want?" I ask, pecking on her temple. "Kitten." She points to the t-shirt, making me laugh softly as I reach for it. I open the drawer underneath it, picking up a pair of blue leggings for her. "That's good?" I ask and she nods. I let the clothes on my bed, and then let her on her feet before I stand up to pick my own outfit. I dress her first and then fix her little curls into two buns on top of her head. She runs off to pick her little bag for school, giving me a bit of time to get dressed for work. I strap her in her child seat, while the toddler pouts at me for dropping her off. She knows I would do anything for those puppy eyes, but I have to go to work and she has to go to daycare, that's our deal.

The rest of the day goes on slowly, like it normally does until it is time for me to pick Savanna up. She looked a bit tired, but her eyes sparkled the moment we pulled up in the park. She played with the other children and had me swung her on the swing set, but only for a little while since it started raining. We rush back home, both of us only a little wet from the rain. I carry her to the entrance of our building, with her giggling as the raindrops hit us.

Calum is waiting for us under the rain, looking like a scolded puppy. He is soaked and looks tired, and I stare at him in shock. "What are you doing here?" I ask, unlocking the door. "Where were you?" He asks as I gesture for him to get in. "I was at work, Sav at the daycare. What are you doing here?" I ask again. "Can we talk?" He asks back. We get in the elevator, with Savanna looking at her father in question. "Calum... I need to clean her up and feed her... This is a really bad moment." I state and he sighs. "Please." He pleads, looking at me with regret on his face. I just nod, sinking the elevator back in silence until we reach our floor.

I lift Savanna on top of my bed, swapping her clothes for clean, dry ones. Calum is still waiting in the living room, and I honestly don't feel like going out and picking the conversation back up from where we left it last night. And Savanna is strangely quiet like she has never been again. I don't know if she senses how uncomfortable I am right now, but I want to believe she does. "Ok, now... We are going to have some strawberry yogurt and a wafer while mommy is cooking. I am going to make you meatballs today, so it might take a while." I explain to her, stroking her cheek. "Meatbos..." She cheers, making me smile. "Let's go out." I pick her up, squeezing her tight to my chest.

Calum follows us to the kitchen, remaining silent as I bring Savanna's snacks out. "I have a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants you can change in if you want to. I think they were yours, either way... I think I packed them with me in my rush..." I state, grabbing a spoon for Savanna. "I am fine, thanks. Do you want help with that?" He points at the snacks but I shake my head no. "Savanna, this is Calum... Mom's old friend... Say hi." I introduce him to her, while I pick a spoonful to feed her. She waves at him and Calum mimics her with a smile. "So, tell me... Why are you here?" I ask Calum, who leans against the counter. "I couldn't sleep last night. I should have come over here with a plan and answers, but I didn't. And then I was an... I was wrong and arrogant. I am sorry." He is looking at me as he speaks. "That's all? Fine, you are forgiven." I brush it off and avert my gaze. "I am also sorry about the way I was 3 years ago... You didn't deserve any of it. I am sorry you felt you couldn't tell me about her. I get why." He states. "No need to apologizes. I should have seen you for who you were." "Fair enough. Anyway, I want to be in her life, have her now I am her father, give her my last name. All of it. I have lost enough of her life, I don't want to lose more. I want to help however you need me to." Calum states, looking at Savanna who is alternating between her yogurt and her wafer. "Listen... I have been disappointed with you time after time. I can handle it. My daughter doesn't deserve that. So, before you make any promises, make sure you can keep them. Because it's better not having a father at all than having one for 3 months then abandoning her." I state and he nods. "I understand you are upset. But I am here to stay. She is my daughter, she is my flesh and blood. She looks exactly like me, my spitting image. I want to get to know her, I want to see her grow." He replies. I nod my head and bite my lip, feeding Savanna her snacks. "I am cooking meatballs for dinner. You are welcome to stay." I invite him, making him chuckle. "I'd love to. But..." He begins and I chuckle. "I know you are a vegetarian. I will make rice and salad too. You can... I guess you can play with Sav while I cook. It is a start." I suggest and he nods his head. "Thank you." He smiles.

"Why did you name her Savanna?" Calum asks as I sit back on the couch after I put Savanna to bed. "I don't know. It seemed fitting. I wanted to name her Alaska, from the book Looking for Alaska. But when I saw her, she seemed so warm, the name didn't fit. So, I chose Savanna. Savanna Harriet (Y/L/N)." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. "It suits her. When's her birthday?" He asks. He seems eager to learn more and more about her, I can tell. "December 27th. She was supposed to be born on January 1st, but she was in a hurry." I chuckle, reminiscing the months I had her inside me and I could feel her every move. "Yeah, it makes sense... She is lovely, (Y/N)... She is sweet and well-mannered. Lovely. I can't even imagine how hard it must have been to raise her by yourself..." He mumbles under his breath. I drag in a deep breath, leaning my head against the back of the couch. "It was... But she was worth everything." I reply. It is awkward between us, the silence is deafening and I really don't know what else to say, even though there is a lot we have to discuss. "She is allergic to peanuts, has a structured routine, loves the Emperor's New Groove because she loves llamas. She can literally live off of Strawberry yogurt, she has 4 freckles on the back of her neck that look like a little constellation. Her favorite blanket is a lilac knitted one. She likes your music." I mumble to fill the silence, making him look at me at full focus. "She likes my music?" He asks, his cheeks turning bright. "Don't stop is her favorite. She bops to it. It was in one of my playlists the first time she heard it and ever since, she dances to it every time it is on." I explain. "Dude, not Don't Stop." He groans. "She is 2, Calum... She doesn't really appreciate lyrics or harmonies. Don't Stop is the closest you have to a kids' song." I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Do you think I can come over tomorrow morning to spend some time with her?" He asks shyly, making me hum in denial. "She goes to daycare in the morning." He sighs in disappointment. "You still work where you used to when we were living together?" He asks me. "Yeah... Not many things have changed since that period... Well, except for the obvious..." I comment. "Yeah... When did you find out about her? I mean, I know it was before you left, but when did you realize?" He asks me. I drag in a long breath, looking at him and silently asking him if he wants to know the answer. "A week before I told you I was leaving. I was late and I wanted to tell you before taking a test, but you were always either with someone or out of the house. So, I took the test and I wanted to tell you before confirming it, but it was the same song and dance. So, my last resort was telling you and showing you the ultrasound, so we would discuss it, but you were an asshole to me, so I decided that since I was doing this alone, I might as well do it away from you." I shrug and he sighs in disappointment. "I am sorry. Back then I..." He begins, face flustering before I cut him off. "It is getting late for me. I have to go to bed. You can come over tomorrow if you want to spend time with Savanna." I rush to say, standing up from the couch to get away from him. "Goodnight, then. I will see you tomorrow." He whispers before walking through my door.

"Are you ok?" Calum asks as he walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge. "Yeah... Just tired, I guess. How is Sav?" I ask, trying to peep in the living room. "She is fine. Just hungry. Maybe you should take a nap." He suggests, taking a cup of yogurt out of the fridge. "I am fine. I have to cook." I brush it off but he places his hand on top of mine and takes a seat. "I can order something when you wake up. Savanna is playing with Ashton's toys, and I can give her snacks. You can nap for a moment, we will be fine. We will even watch The Emperor's New Groove so she stays quiet." He assures me. "No more than 2 episodes..." "I know... No more than 2 episodes, no peanuts, no ice cream before dinner. And not too much juice because she goes batshit crazy from the sugar rush. Go to sleep, we will be fine for a couple of hours." He smiles softly at me, making me smile back. He seems softer now, more caring. Maybe Savanna brings the best out of all of us. "Alright... Wake me up in an hour. And I am craving Chinese. I have my credit card in my wallet." I state, earning a hum from him. "Yeah yeah... Sleep." He walks away, calling for Savanna to feed her yogurt.

The nap was everything I needed. My body cracks as I stretch, which is a sign that I rested well enough. I walk out of my bedroom, hearing voices from the kitchen, lots of giggling, and music echoing in the house. "Hey there..." I greet, stepping in and finding Calum setting the table with Savanna's assistance. "Hi, sleepyhead. Did we wake you up?" Calum asks, smiling at me. "No. I had a timer set. Hi, bub... Are you helping daddy with the table?" I ask, picking Sav up. I pepper her face in kisses, holding her tight to my chest. Calum is staring at me, either petrified or at a loss of words from happiness. I have been telling Savanna that Calum's her dad, so she can get used to it, but I guess never in front of Calum, so now he is taken aback by the suddenness of it. "I... I ordered Chinese. I don't know if I remember correctly, hope I did. I also ordered some wine for us and extra fortune cookies." He mumbles, pointing at the bottle on the table. "I don't like drinking in front of Savanna. But it is sweet of you." I reply, helping Savanna take her seat. "Shit, sorry. Fuck, I cursed... Damn it..." He sighs, running his hand down his face. "It's ok, don't worry much..." I smile at him, petting Savanna's curls before I take my seat next to her. She is capable of eating by herself, but she still needs a little help to avoid getting messy. "I can help her with eating..." Calum offers. I know how eager he is to catch up on the moments he has lost from her life this far, so I just let him, accepting all the help he is offering. "I am supposed to leave for a tour in a few weeks." Calum mumbles, cutting up a spring roll for Savanna. "I know. I still follow the band's insta. I know you love being on stage..." I comment, picking up the fried rice container. "I will be gone until December." "That's a long time. You have had longer tours, though." "I wasn't a father back then... I mean, I don't want to be gone from her life for that long." He sighs, and I look at him sympathetically. "She won't forget you if that's what you are worrying about. And you can always FaceTime us... I mean, so you can see her." I reply, taking a bite from my plate. "I was hoping you would visit too. For a couple of days, whenever you are free..." He suggests, shrugging his shoulders. "Uh... I don't know, Cal..." I reply, looking at him with a sorry look. "I can pay for everything. I just want to be able to see her." He pleads. "Money is not the issue here. I am keeping my vacation days in case something happens and I need them... And I don't know if it is possible to take days off now. Plus, no one knows about Savanna, and I'd like to keep it that way. I want a normal life for her, not people trying to take her pictures." I explain. "I can arrange for security for you and I am sure we can manage to keep you two under the radar. Plus, you can always just take Friday and Monday off and just visit for a long weekend. I am sure you can spare 2 days..." He suggests. I drag in a breath and give in, nodding my head. "I guess we can visit. Maybe in the middle of the tour." "Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you." He smiles, instantly lightening up. "Are you sure the rest of the guys are ok with that?" I ask and he nods. "We have talked about it. They are actually eager to meet her. They really couldn't believe I was the first from the band to become a parent." He chuckles, taking a bite from his plate, finally. "Really though? Haven't they heard of all your little adventures?" I ask him, making him cock an eyebrow at me. "I don't kiss and tell." He replies, earning a laugh out of me. "Sure."

Savanna clings to my chest as everyone gathers around us, trying to take a peek at their friend's daughter. She was never the uttermost socialite, and big crowds always made her extra restless, so now I truly get she is nearly petrified. "Hey... Hey... A step back, please... Let me see my little bug." Calum clears the path, walking to Savanna and picking her up from my embrace. The toddler starts lightening up, giggling as she sees her dad. Within months, she has grown closer to him than I thought she ever would. "How are you, sweetheart?" Ashton asks me, pulling me into a hug. "I am good. A little tired from the trip, but good all things considered. How are you, Ash? How is tour treating you?" I ask and he shrugs, a smile curling on his face. "It's fine. We are halfway through and I don't know if I want more or I want to go home." He replies, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Yeah, just as usual." "Calum was counting the days for your visit. He made us all so hyped about you and Savanna joining us." He comments, looking over at Calum who is spinning Savanna around. "He has missed her. And she has too. I could see it every time they FaceTimed, he was about to cry by the end of the call. And Savanna usually did cry at the end of it... It was messy." I chuckle, earning a hum from Ashton. "I know. He is soft for that girl..." He nudges me softly, pointing at the father-daughter duo.

Savanna is long asleep on Calum's chest after the show, with Calum still stroking her hair and humming. "Thank you." He whispers to me, bringing the blanket closer to her body. "What for?" I ask, joining them to the couch. "For bringing her to me. I didn't know I could miss her that much." He replies, pecking the top of her head. "You are welcome." I simply reply, leaning my head back. "6 more weeks and I am back home." He sighs, pressing a kiss on top of Savanna's hair. "And then it's Christmas... And Savanna's first birthday with her daddy. Many things to be excited about." I giggle, raxing my body. "Maybe we should do something to celebrate." He suggests, barely whispering, in fear of waking Savanna up. "Well, I want to throw her a party. There is this private playground all her classmates had a party at and she always loved it there. I am thinking of booking it." I reply. "I was thinking about something more family-focused. I was thinking of maybe going to the mountains. Typical snowy Christmas and all." "Family-focused..." I chuckle sarcastically, still not used to the fact Calum and I are technically a family. "I know... I just... It will sound stupid, but this will be my first Christmas with her, and I want a little bit of magic on it. I want snowful scenery and a classic fireplace to drink hot chocolate before it." He explains. I can't help but smile at his softness, nodding my head at him. "I guess I can let you take her for Christmas. But I really want to spend her birthday with her." I state. "You should come too. I want you there." He insists, looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes. "Calum, your suggestion is lovely, but I can't." "I know I wasn't the best of friends, nor the best of partners after our hookup, and I am sorry about that. But I am hoping we can be ok again. I can't imagine you spending Christmas away from our daughter. Nor I want you to because of me." "Calum, this has nothing to do with you. You are not the reason I can't come. I told you before, I am keeping my vacation days in case something happens with Savanna. In case she gets sick or gets hurt. I need to save my vacation days to be there for her." I explain to him again, making him look at me with furrowed eyebrows. "You don't have to do that anymore. I am here. I am not going anywhere, I can be there in case -God forbid- something happens." He assures me, yawning and blinking slowly. "Alright. We can talk about it more in the morning. Give her to me, let's all go to bed." I stand up, reaching down to pick Savanna up. "Can she sleep in my bunk tonight? I don't want to let go of her yet..." He asks, arms still tight around her little body. "Sure. She will be happy to wake up next to her daddy. I will be sleeping in the back lounge if you need anything. Luke told me it is way comfier than any of the bunks." I chuckle, planting a kiss on Savanna's cheek. "Yeah, he is right. Goodnight, (Y/N)" He smiles softly at me, his voice smooth and soft from being sleepy.

Morning rolls around and I open my eyes with a smile on my face. For some reason, I feel so happy lately, I can't stop myself from cheesing all the time. I walk out of the back lounge, finding Calum and Savanna already awake, Savanna sitting on Calum's lap while they are watching something on his laptop. "Hey, bub..." I greet, leaning to peck on Sav's forehead. "Good morning, mama." Calum cheers, shaking Savanna's arm so she waves at me. "Did my little munchkin sleep well?" I coo, taking a seat on the couch. On Calum's laptop, I can see an episode of The Emperor's New School playing, which explains why Savanna is not paying attention to me. "She slept throughout the night like a little birdie. Then she woke me up at 6 to tell me she's hungry." Calum chuckles, stroking her hair. "I am sorry. But now you know how it is..."I giggle softly, leaning my head on the back of the couch so I can look at the screen. Calum opens his arm and pats his chest, inviting me to rest my head there. I hesitate, staying where I am while I look at him. "Come on... We have done worse than cuddle as a family." He assures me, making me nod while blushing. I curl up to him, placing an arm around Sav and trying to focus more on the screen than the fact that we are in this situation. "Did you sleep well last night?" Calum asks me, trying to sound casual. "Yeah, it was great. Even better since I didn't wake up to feed Sav. What about you?" I ask, looking up to him. "I slept well... I was trying not to roll over and crush Savanna." He laughs softly, smiling proudly. I stare at him for a second, taking in his details; the plump skin and squishy cheeks, the day-old stubble that covers his face, the soft lines by his eyes as he smiles. And then his scent hits me; the cologne along with his musk mixing and making me feel warm inside.

Oh no...

I look at Calum and Savanna through the window as they play in the snow outside. I was never the one to like the cold, so California was the perfect place for me. But Savanna and Calum seem to not get enough of it. It has been 2 days since we traveled to the mountains, and the duo practically stays in the snow all day long. It is stupid, the fact that I feel so nice seeing him interact with our daughter. But I can't help but feel my heart flutter at how soft fatherhood has turned him. I close my laptop and take the last swig from my tea before standing up to walk to the cabin's little kitchen. It is nearly 3 and as soon as they will walk through the door, both of them are going to be famished. So, a couple of sandwiches and a salad will have to do until it is time for dinner. They walk through the door as I finish serving the snacks on plates; a sandwich cut in triangles, Savanna's crust-free and Calum's with tofu turkey, and a side of green salad to fill them up until we dine normally. "Did you two snowmen finally decide to come in?" I ask, watching Calum help Savanna remove her snow clothes. "Someone got hungry..." Calum sings, making me chuckle. "Are you talking about yourself?" I ask him with a cocked eyebrow. "Maybe. Let's go wash up, Savvie." He smirks, picking the soon-to-be 3-year old in his arms and walking to the bathroom.

I set us for lunch on the kitchen's island, waiting for the rest of the gang to join me. It feels weirdly homey, all of this like I have done it a thousand times before. "Here we are... What did mama make?" Calum cheers, seating Savanna on her chair. She instantly drags the plate closer to her, grabbing her little kiddie fork to dig in her plate. "Wait... You have an eyelash on your cheek..." Calum stops me before sitting on my seat, moving closer to me. He leans down to look at my face, picking the eyelash from the top of my cheek. It feels so intimate, I don't dare breathe while his fingers stroke my face. "Make a wish..." He whispers, holding the eyelash on his fingertip. I stare at him for a second, before Ι blow the eyelash away and take my seat, focusing on my food. "I used tofu turkey on yours..." I comment, looking away from him. "Thanks." He seems just as awkward as I do, cheeks taking a bright shade of red. "We made snowman." Savanna cheers, prompting her dad to pick his phone and show me the pictures. "Oh, bub... This is bigger than you are..." I giggle, looking at my daughter pose next to the snowman, which is a head taller than her. "He is Olaf..." She replies, grinning from ear to ear. "Of course he is Olaf... She is going to start calling you Elsa pretty soon..." I giggle, nudging Calum. "I have been called worse." He chuckles.

"She is off for the day." Calum sighs in relief, plopping down on the couch next to me. "She spent you, didn't she?" I ask sarcastically, looking up from my book. "I don't know how someone so small can be so full of energy." He groans, but happiness is written on his face. "She is restless. But thankfully, she is a quiet child." I reply, scanning the pages before me. "She is..." He huffs, smiling at me. "You look pretty tonight, (Y/N)." He compliments me, leaning his head against the back of the couch, sprawling on it a little. "Yeah, yeah... I am sure." I brush it off, going back to my book. "I am serious. You were always breath-taking gorgeous, but tonight, you seem... I don't know, different. You are glowing." He compliments, making me chuckle sarcastically. "What is it, Hood? Haven't gotten it wet in a while?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. He chuckles at me, biting his bottom lip as he shakes his head. "Just telling the truth, (Y/L/N)... You always drove me insane, the past few days even more. I heard your breath hitch while I was picking up that eyelash of your cheek... Are you having flashbacks?" He asks with a smirk. I close my book and leave it on the coffee table, turning to look at him. "No... At least not the ones you are thinking about." I state. "Then? You were always completely honest with me; well, most of the time. What made you lose your breath?" He asks, sitting a little better. "Are you sure you want to hear it?" I ask and he nods, looking at me intrigued. "I am asking for it, aren't I?" He replies cockily. "I was thinking of all the things that made me fall for you. The sweetness, the sly smiles, the little things. And then I remembered all the ways you were a douche to me, and my breathing got normal again. So... there you go." I state, looking at him with a glare. "You... You fell for me?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed together. "God, this is stupid and pointless. Goodnight..." I stand up, ready to leave, and head to my temporary room. "No, wait... You can't drop that bomb and leave." "Oh, I can. Watch me."

"(Y/N), for fuck's sake. Have a decent conversation with me for once." He grabs my wrist, stopping me from walking further. "Why? You were loud and clear the last time I tried... 'We had fun... But let's not complicate things... Don't try to make a thing out of it, we won't work...' Your words, right?" I ask, squinting my eyes. "You think I am the same person I was back then?" He asks me with hurt in his voice. "I don't know, Calum... I really don't. But I can't risk it. There is too much at stake now. I can't put Savanna in that situation. And I don't even know why we are having this conversation now... You are going to tell me you suddenly fell for me? You are going to tell me I am suddenly worth it? What?" I ask, trying not to talk too loud. "You don't know what I am going to tell you... You can't shove words in my mouth..." He protests and I chuckle. "All of a sudden you fell for me... You hadn't seen me in 3 years, you had forgotten I even existed and suddenly you fell for me... Next thing you are going to tell me is that you had feelings for me back then..." I sass, throwing my head back in annoyance. Calum is quiet, awfully so... So, I bring my gaze to him, finding him looking at his hands. "Calum... You... You had... feelings? For me?" I ask him, tilting his chin up. He is tensed and quiet, looking at me as he tries to put his thoughts in order. "I was a screw-up. I shoved everything inside me after the storm and pretended you didn't exist. I never told anyone about our hook-up, in fear they would find out. Especially, Ashton, he was always suspicious about the way I felt for you. I did what I did, trying to deny myself I was in too deep. And then you left and I convinced myself you didn't feel anything for me, so I stopped caring. It was fucked up... The whole thing was fucked up. You had our baby, our Savvie... I saw you in the store that day and I froze. I was petrified and I lashed out at you the first time I came over. I don't know what you want me to say more, (Y/N)..." He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "You are only saying that because of Savanna. She is not a tool for you and me to be together. If she wasn't here and you stumbled upon me on the same store, on the same day, we wouldn't be here now." I state. "Listen to me... She is not the reason I fell for you. I was enamored by the thought of you, way before she came. She only added to what I feel for you. Watching you mother her, loving her, raising her, all that, only added fuel to the fire. She is not the reason I am telling you all that, she is only part of it." He explains, his voice dropping and becoming soft. I just stare at him, pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth as I try to force myself to do something.

Fuck it.

I reach up to cup his face, bringing my lips to his, earning a sigh from him. He grabs me by my waist, holding me tight to his body as he kisses me back, one hand going to the back of my head. We are a tangled mess together, eager hands exploring each other again, trying to remember how one feels against the other. He grabs the hand that is resting on his chin and brings it on top of his chest, making me feel how fast his heart is beating. It is insane, how his heartbeat mimics mine, hearts fluttering as we remember each other's taste.

I don't even recall who suggested going to the bedroom. I don't remember who was the first to crack, but I remember that I felt a huge relief when we stumbled into the room. I remember being pinned underneath him, his hand wrapping around my wrists to keep me there, occasionally traveling to my mouth to muffle me. I remember feeling his cock slam deep inside me, me moaning in pleasure as he reached that spot inside me. I remember how good his moaning and panting sounded as we fucked, bringing each other to a different type of high

I remember...

"You know you sleep like a bunny?" Calum asks me as he passes me a cup of coffee. "How do bunnies sleep?" I ask him, sitting up from where I have been laying since last night. "I don't know. I just saw you sleeping and you looked like a bunny." He replies, sitting on his spot. "I am way less caffeinated than I should be to make sense of you." I groan, pressing my hand against my temples. "How did you sleep?" He asks me as I rax my body. "I don't know. It was weird. How did you sleep?" I ask him and he shrugs. "I've slept better. But it was fine, at least you weren't snoring." He jokes and I groan at him. "Hey..." I protest and he just hums. "You were moaning though." He points out, making me bite my lip before replying. "Yeah, I've been told I do that." I stutter.

What the fuck was that dream?

My Masterlist / Snowstorm (Part 2) 

[anne-not-neville-blog]

your first time

luke: Alright, it’s four pm and you’re running so late, but he’s everywhere. All over you, and yeah, maybe now was not the time, and yeah, he was your brothers best friend, and yeah, you’ll probably regret it tomorrow, but god if you weren’t ready. Ready to lose something sacred to Luke, Luke who you’ve known forever, Luke who once choked on cotton candy and broke his right arm tripping on a stick. Luke who shouldn’t be touching you like this. Luke, who shouldn’t be undressing you. Luke who you always thought of as a brother. But it’s too late and you don’t even care. 

calum: You didn’t necessarily want your first time to be special, or with someone you love. That’s the dream right? You didn’t want rose petals, or wine, or french cheese. God, you just didn’t want it to be in a public restroom with a boy you met five minutes ago.  But you’re really drunk, and he’s really hot, and it’s just there’s this itch and you just want it, god did you want it. You’re kissing and everything’s just so much, and you’re on fire. You’re kissing and touching and there’s skin everywhere, and you’re lost to the pleasure and the dizzying sensation and it’s all so much. 

ashton: Okay, so maybe you didn’t love Ashton. You didn’t even really like him, after all you only ever really fought. Which isn’t even your fault, though. Because you’ve been working at Frozen Joe’s Fro Yo for six months and he’s been here for what, twelve days? And no, he did not know how to do your job better than you, he was just an asshole with a six pack and stubble and he was warm and you were trapped in a freezer. And yeah, having sex for the first time in a freezer with a boy you can’t stand probably wasn’t the best plan of action. But, you’ve never really been that sensible. 

michael: You’ve been dating Michael for almost a year now and everything about him was sweet, and loving, and gentle, and all yours. But this, right now, this wasn’t sweet, or gentle, it was primal. It was pure lust and you didn’t even care, didn’t care that this was your first time because this was Michael, your Michael and you’ve never been more sure. Not when you’ve always been so hesitant, and unsure, this was the one thing you knew. Irrevocably, you wanted it. 

[lukehemmiings]

* Quarantine, Calum Hood

( 2,6k words, pretty smutty and unedited work )

Quarantine, no one knew what to do. After Calum and I moved in together a year ago, we were pretty much busy with work. I needed to study for work, since I was a teacher and gave a lot of online classes and Calum and the boys were hanging with their fourth Album CALM. We had strict plans, as well as during the lockdown. It was another stressful day, when I came home from grocery shopping. The stores full with people and everyone was just rude and thankfully Crystal and I needed stuff from the store, so she drove with me.

"Calum, I'm back!" I yelled through the house, when Duke jumped from the couch and ran up to me, barking happily and jumping around my leg. I laughed, going to the kitchen and putting the bags on the table, where Calum and I usually had breakfast or ate dinner. Heavy steps from downstairs were audible, when Calum jogged downstairs and smiled softly. I asked him to clean the dishes, so when I turned around, I saw the dirty dishes and sigh.

"Calum," I started, but he broke me off. "Y/n, I know. I forgot it, I'll do it now, okay?" he kissed my cheek and turned to the dishes. I felt mad for some reason and when I tend to get mad, I usually stop interacting with people, so that's what I did. I put the groceries in their place and went into the bedroom, where I got undressed and grab a pair of Calum's shirts, which was long enough so I just wore that.

Going downstairs with a book in my hand, I ignored Calum, who sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Talk to me, love." he mumbles, kissing my jaw. "Hi." I reply and he sighs. "Babe, you know what I mean. I know you're mad." the bassist begged, but I only shrugged. "Don't you think that I have every right to be mad, Calum?" I asked, making him cock his eyebrows up. "What? No. It was just a work of ten minutes and,"

"You don't get it, Calum! I'm the one who's constantly cleaning this house! You just excuse yourself for meetings, interviews or after dinners I would like to ask you, how your day ways, but Mr. Hood goes downstairs, for solid three hours, plays his bass and comes back, when I'm in my office, teaching!" I snap and put the book away, making him groan.

"Y/n, again?" he snarls, getting up as well. "Yes, Calum. Again. Because do you know how horrible I feel?" I yelled and punched against his chest, which made him roll with his brown eyes. "You feel horrible? Y/n, I don't know if you noticed but the world doesn't spin around you!" he yells and I literally stumbled back. "You... you know what I mean."

"So you mean I'm selfish?" I stiffened a bitter laugh, making him whine. "Yes... what? No! I'm just as exhausted as you are!" he snaps and I roll with my eyes. "Yeah, because everything spins around Calum Hood right?" I hiss and tried to leave the room. I wanted to go to the kitchen, at least I could calm myself down with cooking.

"Oh, no. You aren't getting out of this, y/n!" with that, Calum picks me up, his arms wrapped around my body, causing my throat to let a yelp. "Calum, let me fucking down!" I snap and punch against his back. Calum's arms were around my thighs, while the shirt riddled up and I was pretty sure he saw my black lace panties.

"You wanted my attention? There you get it, brat." with that he threw me on the bed and pulled his shirt off. "Calum," I tried to say at least something, because I needed a civil discussion about this, but Mr. Hood had other plans, he grabbed the hem of my - technically his - shirt and pulled it over my body, exposing my half naked state.

"You're being such a bitch lately, do you know that, y/n?" his lips spread sloppy kisses on my neck and I closed my eyes. "Calum, we need to- fuck." I felt his teeth digging into my skin, making me moan and I knew he was grinning. Cocky bastard. "I should punish you, shouldn't I? For acting like a brat for the last couple months." his hands were cold on my warm skin, slowly touching the back lace of my bra. "Up." I obeyed, letting him unclasp my bra and throw it across our bedroom.

"But don't worry, kitten. I'll put you back in your place." his devilish grin made me feel somewhat more aroused. My heart was beating against my ears and I whine. "Calum," again, he cut me off. "Shut up, I'm trying to give you what you want." he growls and I grasp his wrist. "Calum, all I'm trying to get from you is not just attention!" I let out a frustrated cry, feeling my sight getting blurry. "I'm trying to get you to love me! Talk to me, clean this house with me, take walks with me!" I sobbed and Calum's face expressions soften down.

"Believe me, I get it: you're upset and mad, that this pandemic is really taking all the chances of having real band meetings and the writing process is hard, but please, please don't let me out. Calum, my god, I'm your girlfriend." feeling his tanned and muscular arms around me, I wanted nothing but cry.

"Why didn't you told me that you felt that way, baby? I would've done something against it." he whispers and I scoot only closer to him, cuddling onto his chest, looking at the ink prints. "We constantly fought." I replied and he sighed. "I'm so sorry, princess. You know how much I love you. And you're right, I am upset and frustrated and I sort of let it out on you, when we have sex or in general fights." his cheeks reddened and he cupped my cheeks.

"Can I make love you to you?" he whispers, his lips softly running across my jaw. "Y-yes, please." my quiet voice was hoarse from the yelling before, but Calum doesn't seem to mind. "God, I love you so much. Don't say it back, just take it, okay? I know how much you love me." he smile softly, pecking on my lips, before he runs his hand down my body, kneading my breasts in his large hands. I arched my back, knowing that he loves it when I do that, just because I love feeling his hands on my body.

My eyes flutter shut, Calum's lips slowly going over my neck, down to the gap between my breasts. "So, so pretty." he murmurs against my skin, leaving me utter shock, not in a bad way, I just never really slowed down with him. Calum really knew which buttons to push, to make me a little wreck for him. I bite my lower lip, chewing on it, which made Calum stop.

"I want to hear you, every little whimper. Please, let me hear you, baby." he mumbles, his lips reconnecting at the gap between my breasts. He took his time and he knew I was impatient, when I got in the mood, which I was. My hands were in Calum's curls, pulling on them, because I really needed him to go to the spot where I needed him the most.

"Please, Calum- I need you. I want you so bad." a loud moan escaped my throat and Calum pants slowly. "You want me to eat you out, don't you?" he rasps, softly sucking on my nipple, before he releases the one to give as much attention to the other one.

"I want you to do anything with me, C-Calum!" I whine, my toes curling into the blanket. "Ah, ah, I want to hear it from you, baby. What should I do to you, hmm?" his voice was shades deeper, as I bucked my hips against his. Calum groaned, looking up to me. "Touch me." not giving a fuck of the pathetic state I was in, I heard his chuckle. His hips still met mine, making me moan loudly.

"You like that? Want me to fuck you like that, princess?" his brown eyes were almost black and I loved it. He looked just like a sex god. I wasn't capable of responding, I was just under him, my eyes almost shut and my mouth open, at his prominent bugle in his boxershorts, while my boyfriend just asked me how I wanted. Oh, Calum was so good at this.

"Fucking hell, god- Calum, please! I want you to fuck me up. Use me, eat me out, everything! But please, for the love of god, stop the teasing!" when I cried that out, the bassist grabbed my wrist, pushing it down his tanned and muscular stomach. We both sat up, my hand on the waistband of his boxershorts, pulling on it, when I felt his bulge pressing against his stomach. I let the band slap against his stomach, causing Calum to groan.

"This is how you wanna play now, darling?" his hand cupped my chin, while I only looked as innocent as I could. "I didn't do anything to you." I smile innocently at him and start to hump him, through his boxershorts. "Sure you didn't, pretty girl." Calum tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, watching me cautiously. "God, I love you so much." he whispers, caressing my cheek. "I love you too, Calum." I whispered back.

I may felt sorry for him or I may needed him as much as he did, so I pulled his boxershorts down, letting his erection stand up. "Wanna fuck you up, so bad." he mumbles, in between the kisses and all the sucked up words, we shared. It was a passionate, yet soft and deep make out session. "Then do it, Calum. Fuck me up." the second I said that, I was flipped over to my stomach, feeling Calum's prominent bulge against my still clothed cunt.

"So wet and all fucking mine." he didn't even bothered taking my panties out. There was for sure a damp spot, caused by the one and only Calum Thomas Hood. His hands knew which placed he had to touch. Calum put my hair on the one side of my shoulders, just to kiss my exposed shoulder.

"Please,"

"Baby, you don't even know what you're asking for. The more you beg, the more I know you can't handle it." Calum rasps, making me whine in answer. Whatever I was begging for, I want it. I need it. "I don't care- fuck, I- I need you to touch me, Calum." I whimpered, making him chuckle. His lips spread hot and sloppy kisses on my back, as he pulled my panties to the sides, leaving them still on. The cold air blew against my soaking wet cunt, making Calum groan.

"I fucking feel how wet you are, baby." his grin was like a print on my back and I felt it. He rubs his tip against my slit and I whine, almost falling on my face, because he knew what to do to make me crazy.

"Look what you've done to me - look what you're cunt has done to me." Calum whimpers at the feeling. He always whimpered, before he fucked me like crazy. "Fuck no, get those off." his growl made me hum. He literally tears that lace panties from my skin, before he enters me, fully. I cry out in pleasure, clenching around his hard cock. A line of cuss words left our mouths and I felt him moving slow and deep.

"That cunt was made for me and fucking me only." not gonna lie, it was hot and it made me wetter, the more he praised me when we had sex. I lift myself up, leaning against Calum's chest, feeling him everywhere at once. His hands were on my breast, cupping them and playing with them roughly. I whined, my head resting against his shoulder.

The thing was, right in front our bed, was the wardrobe with a huge body mirror. Calum loved fucking in front of it. Not that I had something against it. I loved it as well. The way he praised us, whenever he looked at our picture made me feel special, because I know, that I'm the only person he's doing this.

"Wanna look at how good I'm fucking you, baby?" Calum's rough thrusts made me whimper, almost fall back on my face. One hand slides on my throat, but it doesn't stay there, he parts my lips apart softly, letting his pointer and middle finger into my mouth. "My pretty girl, look at you." Calum's deep snarl made me shiver. I hum, a loud - like loud moan escaped from me. His hand slowly traveled down, rubbing my clit with harsh movements.

"Calum, I'm- fuck, fuck!" I couldn't even finish my sentence, when I heard a deep groan. Our eyes fixed on each other's bodies, while Calum's fingers moved relentlessly against my clit, making me let out a high moan. The feeling of his hand on me and his cock in me, made me cry in pleasure and I knew what to expect. Despite the fact, that Calum and I hadn't sex for a long time. One hand was around his wrist, the other one was in his curls, pulling on it and letting his head fall back followed by many groans and begs not to stop.

"D-don't fucking dare to stop. Fuck me, you sound so good." he praises and I look into his eyes, through the mirror, ignoring the pain that rushes through me, since I'm holding back. "Stay with me, baby. I know." he whispers into my ear, kissing my jaw, but never stops looking into my eyes, over the mirror.

"Oh, fuck, C-Calum. Oh my God," I wasn't even able to talk, because Calum literally fucked me up. "Holy shit, baby. You take me so well." Calum's movements got sloppier and I whimpered. "P-please, faster. I'm so close." I beg, just ignoring how pathetic I sound. "C'mon, baby, make yourself cum on my cock." Calum sat on the mattress, so he slide out off of me, making me whimper. Facing him with my back, just to look at our mirror, I sat back on his cock, started bouncing immediately.

My eyes were on the picture, the mirror was reflecting, Calum looked at it too. "Cum for me, kitten. I want you to cum so badly on my hard cock. Milk it, fucking hell." he groans, gripping into my hips harshly. I relaxed, letting my orgasm wash me over and watching my legs shake next to Calum's thighs. Letting out loud cries and crying Calum's name in loop, I couldn't seem to calm down. I wanted this so bad.

"Oh, kitten- I'm gonna-"

His hand pinched my sides, as he shoots his warm cum into me. I groaned, letting a loud and high moan out. We both rode our highs out, as Calum pulled himself out and I got up, cuddling on his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat. Calum wrapped the blanket around our bodies, pulling me as close as possible.

"I'm glad the bed is still not broken, to be honest." I grin and turn to Calum, who smiles cheesily. "Just say it and I'll fuck you until this bed breaks." he teases, but pecks on my lips. "I love you and I'm sorry for letting you out." he whispers then and I smile softly, playing gently with his locks. "I love you too, Calum."

[ As you can see, I’m a Calum girl ]