#calum hood smutty imagine

[sinning5sos]

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

[fuckingplaidpants]

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."

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[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.)

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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

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[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.

[karlajoyner]

Worst Enemy (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Sorry this took so long! I just wasn't sure how I wanted to go about this request since I haven’t read that much smut lately to be fully inspired. I read a lot of 5 seconds of summer smut to say the least. Calum Hood smut to be exact and my fingers couldn’t stop typing after that.😂 But I hope you guys like it! Please let me know if you do! Don't read it if you just want a normal imagine. Some normal ones coming soon. Also I have an upcoming announcement after I hit 150 followers!

Requested by: irwindshield (Wattpad)

Warnings: Super Smutty (18+)

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"And action!" Kenny shouted.

I scowled at the boy in front of me who looked just as mad as I was.

"Seriously Luke your gonna tell me that you and Julie don't have anything going on"

"Y/c/n I already told you we don't! Isn't that enough?!" Charlie spoke standing up from his seat on the couch.

"No it's not. Not when you spent all weekend writing love songs together"

"It was one song and it wasn't about each other"

"One song still means something"

"Why does it even matter to you I'm single now? Isn't that what you wanted? To be free well now you're free to be with whoever you want or did you forget what happened with Reggie?"

"Nothing happened with Reggie. We were joking around. It's not my fault your jealous!" I shouted in frustration.

"Look who's talking" He said getting up in my face. Both our chests heaving in anger as we stared at each other angrily.

"You know what Patterson even when we're both dead I still regret ever falling in love with you all those years ago" I spoke through gritted teeth. I turned around dramatically to walk away, only to have Charlie grab me by the wrist and spin me around. Our faces now inches apart.

In aggravation he crash his lips onto mine shoving his tongue into my mouth. I huffed wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. We both fought for dominance as his hands found their way around my waist lifting me up in the air.

I got so caught up in the heated make out session I almost didn't hear Kenny yell for the end of the scene.

"Cut!" He shouted Charlie immediately letting me go. I scoffed pushing myself away from him to see his hair disheveled, his lips plump, and smeared with my red lipstick. I'd be lying if I didn't admit I wanted to finish what we started now. But I couldn't do that when the insanely hot actor I wanted to push me up against the wall also happened to be my worst enemy.

"That was great guys!" Kenny said walking towards us.

"We might reshoot tomorrow if we have time since this is a kids show and that was a little too not kid friendly. Maybe hold back on the tongue"

"You got it Kenny"

"It's already late enough thank you two for staying back tonight we really had to get this in. Have a good night!"

"It was no problem. See you tomorrow" I smiled at our director as he walked away. I turned back to the boy beside me glaring at him.

"Well that was shitty. He's right you use way too much tongue. It was like Niagara Falls" I spoke using hand gestures. I watched the brunette roll his eyes in annoyance making me grin. Turning back around I began to walk back towards my trailer deciding to just turn in my costume tomorrow. Like I had done so many times after shooting until the am.

"You know I've had plenty of people who think my kissing is amazing" Charlie spoke walking a few feet away from me seeing as his trailer was right beside mine. Unfortunate perks of playing love interest who broke up in the show.

"I hate to break it to you Charles but they lied"

"Shut up. I'm done with your shit for the day"

"You know if there's one thing I hate more than having to shoot a scene so late it's having to shoot it with you Gillespie"

"Yeah well it's no fun for me either. I mean having to make out with a fucking jerk and act like I'm in love with her. Isn't exactly the highlight of my year!" He whispered shouted making sure no one heard us. It was late and the very few people who stayed in their trailers were probably dead asleep due to how long filming went on today.

"Not for me either! Why do you hate me so much? I swear I tried to be fucking nice to you when we met"

"Please you were anything but nice" He argued making me facepalm.

"You fucking liar! I introduced myself. I stuck my hand out for you to shake and you completely denied it. If anything you're the prick and the asshole!" I shouted reaching the outskirts of my trailer.

Suddenly I felt my body collide with the cold vehicle behind me and a cold hand landing on my mouth. My eyes widened looking up at the man in front of me who's chest was heaving.

"You wanna say that to my face y/l/n" He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Look we both promised that we'd keep this little feud between us a secret for the sake of the show and our cast mates. So if you don't shut that big mouth of yours we might just get caught" He whispered making me roll my eyes.

Finally coming back to my senses I removed his hand from my mouth, looking him straight in the eyes.

"You fucking prick" I repeated myself seeing what he would say next. But he didn't say anything. Not a word.

I watched his face closely as his eyes flickered to my lips. He slowly leaned forward hesitant on his actions. Rolling my eyes I took initiative, smashing my lips onto his. I let out a breath as he lifted my leg up to pull me closer. Nearly letting a moan escape as I felt his hard on press against the front of my jeans.

"Can't even fucking make the first move. How fucking dry your sex life must be" I panted teasingly as we pulled away.

"Shut the fuck up" He whispered pressing his lips to mine once more with such a force. I immediately kissed back realization hitting me. We were in the middle of a parking lot filled with trailers.

I pushed him away taking his hand leading him to my trailer that wasn't too far. He complied following closely behind. Pressing his body into mine as I unlocked the door as quick as possible. I stepped into the trailer switching on the dim light. I bit my lip turning around to finally face Charlie who stood there with his beautiful blue eyes darkened with lust.

"Are we really gonna do this?" I asked leaning on the counter in the small kitchen area.

"I don't know. I-I mean we don't have to if you don't want to. We could just leave it here if that's w-what you want"

"Well what do you want?" I asked raising an eyebrow. I watched as his body shifted uncomfortably as I removed the jean jacket on my body leaving me in a silky satin cami.

"I really wanna fuck you" He responded biting his lip. My stomach filling with butterflies getting the response I was hoping for.

"Then do it" I stated watching as he made his way towards me. Crashing his lips onto mine. I let out a huff as he lifted me off the ground and pushed me onto the counter roughly. My back hitting the wood behind me forcefully.

"Seriously?" I panted pulled away from the kiss first.

"Sorry" He muttered sheepishly before diving into my neck. Finding a spot to suck on. I craned my neck allowing him more access not even caring that I'd have to deal with the makeup team tomorrow.

Before giving it a second thought I pulled off my top tossing it across the room leaving me in a teal Lacey bra. The same color of the cami I was wearing.

"Holy fuck" Charlie whispered most blankly admiring the view. I let out a giggle tugging at his shirt as well signaling I wanted it off. He quickly got the message.

It was my turn to drool seeing his tightly toned abs turning me on even more than I already was. I was knocked out of my trance by Charlie kissing me passionately once more. My eyes fluttering shut, pulling the hairs on his neck. Our tongues now fighting for dominance.

His hands moved away from my waist to my back. Unhooking my bra from my body. We shifted slightly, the material being flung across the room. Within seconds his hands roamed my body freely once more. A groan escaping my mouth as his lips moved down my neck.

Until eventually settling on my nipple. My core was now throbbing in anticipation of his next moves.

I bit my lip trying to keep quiet but at the rate his hands were moving it was nearly impossible. I watched as he moved down my body. Undoing my jeans quickly.

I whimpered as Charlie spread my legs apart. Toying with the thin fabric of the panties I was wearing. Feeling myself getting wetter by the second I grasped onto his hair. "Fuck Charlie please" I whined as he began to place kisses up my thighs. Each one a little longer than the last.

"Please what?"

"Don't make me fucking ask again Gillespie. I don't beg" I spoke pulling him harder from his hair. Forcing him to look up at me.

He growled at my actions ripping apart the fabric and tossing it off to the side.

My back arched feeling his slender fingers enter me. A loud moan escaping my lips as he skillfully pumped his fingers in and out of my entrance.

I bit my lip tightly opening my legs wider to give him better access. Only to feel the feeling of pleasure leave my body.

"What the fu-" My words were cut off by Charlie grabbing me by the thighs. Pulling me closer to the edge of the counter.

"Holy shit" I moaned as he dipped his head between my legs to attach himself to my now sensitive cunt. Sucking on it harshly with no hesitation. His tongue moved around so effortlessly. I threw my head back as my fingers entangled into his hair wanting to feel him now more than ever.

"So fucking good" He groaned pulling away to add two fingers. Doubling the satisfaction. My lips parting to slightly as my eyes screwed shut.

"Charlie I'm s-so close" I muttered feeling his fingers spread up. Within seconds he sent me over the edge. Pleasure coursing through my body. I panted loudly attempting to steady my breathing. Watching as Charlie stood up. Lifting his glistening fingers up to his lips sucking off every last drop of cum that coated them. I let out another moan at the sight feeing myself getting turned on again.

"You okay?" He asked raising an eyebrow at me. I giggled seeing his already plump lips swollen.

"Perfectly fine Charles" I spoke wiping off my juices running down his chin with a towel nearby.

"A thousand times better now actually"

"I'm glad to hear you say that baby. Cause I'm not done with you" He whispered holding me firmly by the waist.

"Oh really?" I asked raising an eyebrow at the boy.

"Well unless you wanna wait until tomorrow after our first date"

"First date? Are you asking me out?"

"So what if I am? You got a problem with it y/l/n?"

"Nope. No problem here. Well except for the fact that I'm all dirty and sweaty" I said running my fingers through his messy hair.

"Well that just won't do for my princess will it? Round 2 in the shower?" He questioned making me laugh.

"If you think you can make me cum again then yes" I laughed pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Oh I know I can" He mumbled into my lips before lifting me off the counter. I giggled as he walked to the bathroom in the back of the trailer. The small confined space making me realize just how hot he actually was. It was. I balanced myself as he put me down to turn on the water. I began to set it at a warm temperature, Listening as Charlie stripped himself of the rest of his clothes from behind me.

"Your so beautiful" Charlie whispered wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"Mmm you weren't saying that last week"

"I wasn't saying it but I was thinking it" He spoke as I felt something poking me from behind.

"You think about me?" I asked turning around to face him.

"A lot" He responded as I walked backwards. The warm water hitting me from above for a split second before my back hit the cold wall.

"Good" I responded as he pinned me up against the wall.

I huffed as his large hands grabbed me from behind my thighs. Wrapping my legs around his waist. Our make out session getting more heated by the second. Pulling him closer wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of me.

He was quick to line himself up to my entrance. Entering me slowly.

"C-can I move?" He asked after a moment. I nodded thankful he let me adjust to his size.

Within seconds we both were a wreck as he pounded into me. A string of curse words leaving our lips as the warm water fell over us.

I moaned as he hit my g-spot. My legs becoming weaker the faster he moved. I felt familiar knot forming at the pit of my stomach as he let out a noise of disgruntlement.

"Fuck baby I'm almost there"

I nodded along. Not daring to attempt to form any words. Both of us reaching our climax one after the other.

"We should do this again sometime. You know after our date" He grinned placing me down gently.

"I agree" I spoke moving under the water. I sighed contently as his arms wrapped around me from behind. His lips grazing my skin as he place chaste kisses upon it. A small smile forming on my face.

As much as this was the end of our little feud it also a new beginning to a new relationship.

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I just had a thought Imagine the boys walking in on you and calum then a month or two later they get told she's pregnant and the boys say something like "well after what we seen I'm not surprised" or something like that hope it makes sense if not you can message me and I'll explain better💚

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        People do not lie when they say it’s hard to get alone time once you have a kid. Of course you’ve pulled a couple of tricks out of your sleeve to get the alone time you and Calum need, but sometimes it’s not enough. However, it gets even more rough when Calum goes on tour. It’s as if you start to crave his touch and the feeling of him pressed against you. So, when Calum finally came home for a show, you didn’t hesitate to tell him you’d be there. You tried to get Aiden to go to the babysitters, but he threw a fit when he found out he wouldn’t see his dad perform. With a heavy sigh, you agreed to bring Aiden to the show with you.

        When you arrived to the venue, your stomach twisted. It felt like you were going on your first date with Calum again. Aiden busted through the door of the dressing room and immediately ran towards Calum. Calum turned around, hearing Aiden’s voice. His face lit up and he squatted so he was able to scoop Aiden into his arms. Calum hugged his son close to him, not having seen him in person for a couple of months. As you stepped into the room, you smoothed down your dress and bit your lip. Once Calum caught sight of you, he set Aiden back on the ground and took slow steps to meet you in the middle of the space between you. His hands cupped either side of your face as his lips crashed against yours. You stomach twisted in pleasure and you reached up to place your hands on either side of his face. “I missed you so much.” He whispered only pulling his lips a few centimeters away from yours.

        “I missed you too.” You whispered back. Both of you smiled before connecting lips again. His tongue ran along the bottom of your lip, not being able to help yourself, you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to dance against yours.

        Suddenly, Calum pulled away from you and cleared his throat. He looked around the room and looked at Ashton. “Hey, could you keep an eye on Aiden for a little bit? I’m going to go take a walk through the venue and get a drink with my wife.” Ashton nodded and grabbed Aiden’s attention so Calum could grab your hand and pull you out of the dressing room.

        You stayed quiet and Calum led you down the hallway, suddenly ducking into another room. The room had a couch in it and a few racks of clothes. “What room is this?” you asked as he dropped your hand and shut the door.

        “It’s technically our warm up room, but we don’t really need it since we warm up in the dressing room.” Calum grabbed your hand and pulled you into his chest, his lips crashing against yours. You took a deep breath, calming the warmth that was growing in your core. “I haven’t seen you in so long, I missed your touch. I need you.” His hands ran down your back and to your butt where he gave your cheeks a firm squeeze.

        A fire lit in your stomach as you pushed him back towards the couch. As the back of his knees hit the couch, he fell backwards. He kept his eyes locked on you, his bottom lip finding its way between his teeth. As you stepped closer to him, he reached forward and ran his hands under your dress and up your thighs. You put your knees on either side of his legs and slowly started to undo his belt. His thumb rubbed against your clothed core as you pulled his belt from the loops. Feeling his fingers against your core, you bit your lip and quickly started to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. The need for each other took over and you both hastily started to pull each other’s cloths off.

        Calum kept his shirt on and you kept your dress on, the rest of you clothed tossed off to the side. You straddled Calum and slowly lowered yourself onto him. Both of you letting out a guttural groan, finally feeling each other for the first time in a while. You rolled your hip over him, moaning at the feeling. Calum’s brows furrowed as he gripped your hips and lifted his hips into you. You leaned your head back and dug your fingernails into his shoulders.

        The door opened and you both froze. Luke’s hand was on the handle, Michael and Ashton, who was holding Aiden, were behind him. An awkward silence fell over the entire room as the guys exchanged looks. Ashton covered Aiden’s eyes and you looked down to make sure your dress was covering everything. As quickly as they entered the room, they left. Your cheeks burned as they turned bright red, Calum let out a laugh hoping to hide his embarrassment as well. You laid your head on his shoulder and groaned in embarrassment, “Should we finish or call it good?”

        Calum bit his lip and ran his hands up and down your thighs, “I want to finish.” He smirked and you nodded. He gripped your hips and picked up where he left off.

        “So, another baby?” Luke asked after Aiden ran off after blowing the secret to everyone. Luke sat back in his chair and took a drink while raising his eyebrows.

        You nodded and bit your lip and all of the guys started to laugh. Your eyebrows stitched together in confusion. Michael ran his hand over his forehead while trying to control his laughter. “I mean, after what we saw, I don’t think any of us are exactly surprised.”

        Completely forgetting about the fact that they walked in on you and Calum only a few months earlier, you face flushed the same color as a tomato. You dropped your face into your hands and started laughing. “I completely forgot that even happened.”

        Ashton patted your back while walking past you to sit back in his chair, “Don’t be embarrassed, it just means we got to see the making of the next great Hood kid.” Everyone laughed and you hid your face again. You were sure that you were never going to live that down.

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She -  My first attempt at something rather smutty. Based on the song “she” by Harry Styles. (can be imagined with any boy, I imagined it with Calum)

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Bone Dry [Calum Hood Vampire AU] - Chapter Seven

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Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Calum Hood x vampire!reader

Warnings: language, violence, it smells a leeeeetle smutty. just a little.

Description: Y/N has lived her life in the shadows, always hiding from someone. Being a vampire, it was hard to find anyone to hold onto. But when she’s given the task to kill a well-known vampire hunter, Calum Hood, that all changes.

Song to listen to: Fallingforyou - The 1975

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Madeline showed up at the apartment within a few days, handing over information on Beverly’s upcoming deals. Vampire blood was a hot commodity, and apparently, he had arranged meetups with three potential buyers in the next few weeks. Dates, locations, building plans, phone records between Beverly and his dealers; Madeline left out nothing.

“I say this is our best shot,” Y/N said, pointing to the plans for an abandoned building downtown where one of Beverly’s meetups was happening. “This meetup is with a big buyer, meaning he’ll have quite a few of his men with him. Small enough numbers that we could take them down, but big enough to make a dent in his forces.”

“And this building is the least protected. It would be relatively easy for you guys to sneak in while the deal is in process,” Ash pointed out.

“But these are gonna be his most trusted men with him,” Calum said, “Meaning the ones most hyped up on human blood.”

“About that,” Y/N started, grimacing. “How do you feel about theft?”

“Not great, why?” Calum asked, eyebrows raised.

“Because I may have several freezers full of blood I borrowed from the hospital.”

“Y/N!” All of the boys scolded at once.

“There was no way we could take down Beverly and his men on a squirrel and drunk girl diet! No one died, and I took only AB+, which is the least likely to be used.”

Calum sighed. “Whatever. At least we know all the vamps on our side will be better matched.”

“Now we just need to finalize our strategy,” Michael added.

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Y/N paced along the concrete floor, her boots thudding. She and Calum had managed to pick up a few more supporters since they started planning (making about seven) and she had contacted all of them for a meeting. Now, she waited. 

There was still twenty minutes, she reminded herself as she checked her phone for the hundredth time. She wanted these people to show up. She needed these people to show up. She shot a glance at Calum, who was leaning against the brick wall, the picture of cool and collected.

“Y/N, calm down,” Calum said, pushing off the wall and coming to stand next to her.

“I can’t, Cal. I’m freaking out right now.”

His heart skipped at the sound of the nickname, but he brushed past it, resting his hands on Y/N’s shoulders.

“Look at me, Y/N. They’ll come, okay? They have to.”

“I know,” she breathed, clearly not believing him, stepping out of his hold.

“Worrying accomplishes nothing.”

“Telling me to stop worrying accomplishes nothing,” she shot back, continuing her pacing. “I can’t trust that they’ll show up.”

“These people hate Beverly just as much as you do. Trust that.” He sighed. “Hey,” he breathed, grabbing her hand and stopping her from pacing. Her gaze met his and she suddenly realized how close they were.

“I need some air,” she managed, walking away quickly and pushing through the back door. She backed up, resting against the outside of the building, letting out a breath. She could feel frustrated tears brimming at her eyes.

They wouldn’t come.

They shouldn’t come. 

This was a fool’s errand. She was going to get herself and Calum and anyone else who joined her killed. She should’ve just stuck a stake in her heart.

She suddenly bent over, retching up the contents of her stomach. She continued to heave for a few minutes, which quickly turned into breathy sobs. This was too much. But there was no way out. Beverly and his men would come for her. Come for Luke. Come for Calum. She needed to do this. She needed to toughen up and face whatever came of this.

She straightened up, leaning a hand against the wall for support. She was mustering the courage to head back in when Calum burst through the door, a smile on his face.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?” She asked, her voice hoarse.

He just beckoned her inside. She followed him warily, and nearly stopped in her tracks.

Dozens of people had showed up, watching her as she walked in. She recognized some of the faces; others, she had never seen before. But they were here. They were fucking here.

She watched as Frank Hessler pushed his way to the front. He looked much better than the last time she had seen him.

“What you said struck me, Y/N. I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt the way you and I did. I spent years cooped up in my house in fear, while my friends suffered much the same at the hands of Beverly. We were pawns in his game, but we want to be players in yours.”

There were nods of agreement throughout the group.

Y/N just looked at Calum, eyes wide. He nodded at her. She smiled.

“Alright then, bitches. Here’s the plan.”

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“What’s the first thing you’ll do after all this is over?” Calum asked as they walked back to his apartment.

“Maybe I’ll take you all out and get shitfaced drunk.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine what you’d be like drunk,” Calum grinned.

“Oh, I’m fucking fun. The last time I got drunk, I stood on the bar and did an a cappella version of Total Eclipse of the Heart. It was fantastic.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Calum chuckled.

“What about you?” Y/N asked.

“The first thing I’ll do?” Calum mused. “I don’t know. Beverly’s been hanging over my shoulder for as long as I can remember. I don’t know anything else.”

“Well you can start by getting shitfaced with me.”

“Sounds good to me,” Calum laughed.

“Did you hear that?” Y/N asked, stopping in her tracks.

“No. What?”

She didn’t respond, she just remained perfectly quiet, eyes darting about.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Calum asked, voice growing concerned.

“We need to hide,” she whispered.

“Hide? What? Why are you whispering?”

She didn’t respond, she just dragged him into a nearby alley, pressing them both into the back corner. She turned her head over her shoulder, watching, trying to ignore Calum’s body and how fucking close it was to her’s.

Suddenly, a familiar face rounded the corner and she instantly turned to Calum, flipping them around and bringing his lips to hers. It was awkward and stiff for a moment, before Calum melted into her touch, pressing his hands against the wall. She closed her eyes, taking in the feel of his soft lips, his face in her hands, his arm snaking around her waist.

And then she heard a scoff. And mumbles about ‘horny fucks’ and ‘get a room’. And she pulled away, watching as the figures disappeared around the corner. She let out a breath, leaning her head against the wall.

“They’re gone,” she muttered.

“Who’s they?” Calum managed.

“Well, I don’t know about one of them, but the other one was one of Beverly’s right hand men. He was the one who contacted me to… well, kill you.”

“I see,” Calum said, taking a step back. “Well, we should probably take a different route home in case he saw us.”

“Yeah, right, of course,” Y/N nodded, running her hands through her hair nervously. “But we should probably wait a bit here. You know, so they’re gone.”

“Right, right, definitely. Good plan.”

They both nodded awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

“However will we pass the time?” Calum said sheepishly, before they both locked eyes.

He had pressed her back against the wall in a millisecond, lips crashing to hers. She responded instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging at his hair. He gasped at the feeling, and she took the opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth. They both fought for dominance before Y/N flipped him around, pressing him against the wall instead. She traced her hands down his torso, coming to rest on his abs. She trailed her lips down his chin and onto his neck, where she could feel his pulse racing.

“Fuck,” he moaned, and she captured his lips again, biting softly on his bottom lip.

“Do you think they’re gone?” She asked through pants.

“No, I think we need to wait a little longer,” he said, flipping them back around and attacking her neck. He left love bites, sucking and kissing to ease the pain. Her core was aching for him and she knew if she didn’t cut this off shortly, they would end up fucking in a back alley.

“Cal,” she breathed, and he never wanted to hear anyone else say his name again. “Calum.”

“What?” He asked, pulling back and resting his forehead against hers.

“As great as this is, I would rather not bone in a back alley.”

“Right,” he said, pulling back slightly.

She pulled him back in for one more kiss before she pushed off the wall, stumbling for a moment, and making her way back to the street. He stayed back for a minute, trying his best to hide the growing situation in his pants, before following her. 

However, when he looked up, she was gone.

“Y/N?” He called, jogging into the street. “Y/N?”

He turned his head to see the building next to him with the door slightly ajar. He hastily opened it, rushing inside. He followed the sound of a scream, her scream, and came to the end of a hallway, catching sight of two men, one holding Y/N, and the other holding a stake.

Fuck.

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Chapter Eight

[itisannak]

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) 

[bandblogging]

Pop a pill (Calum Hood smutty imagine)

Pairing: Calum Hood x reader

Words: 900+

Requested: no

Warning: smutty, nsfw

Summary: - How come every time I hit your line I need a buzz, how come every time we fuck we fall in love - You and Calum have spent many nights pleasing each other and this one is just one of those

A/N: this imagine is loosely based on the song 'pop a pill' (btw Gianni&Kyle are fucking great) and yes this is the first smutty thing I have written on this blog, I hope it's fine idk let me know (also this is kind of in celebration of the new bop - easier - they released)

Masterlist

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When his name popped up on your phone you already knew where your night was going. Whenever your and Calum's plans collided it ended in a steamy night followed by an awkward goodbye in the morning. He made you feel a rush whenever he touched your skin, a feeling like you were almost high, high off of his touch. With foggy vision, a racing heartbeat and the feeling of sweaty palms it felt like a new type of rush every time. This time though you tought it felt a little different, not a whole lot but something was up. Maybe it was just that you were extra horny that night.

The night started just like you had expected, you went out with some mutual friends to a bar, closer to his place than yours. The bar was crowded with drunk and sweaty people, dancing, drinking, grinding. You couldn't remember what number of drink you were on, but you started to feel the effects of them. Exactly what you wanted. Calum's hand on your waist was a constant reminder of what was to follow. His hand was burning through your clothes, his other hand firmly gripping the bottle he was drinking from.

"I'm getting sick of this crowd", Calum whispered in your ear and the grip on your hip got tighter. A small shudder went down your back and you could feel your cheeks heat up. "We don't have to stay here", you brought your lips to his ear and whispered back. You felt his fingers dig into your skin even more and the look he shot you made your core twitch. With the next gulp of his drink he emptied the bottle and sat it down on the counter.

You managed to say goodbye to the others in a hurry, explaining Calum had gotten a headache and the loud music was only making it worse. You were quietly wondering which head he really meant.

The way back to his place was surprisingly silent, but the hand that was resting on your hip, maybe a little lower than that, was constant.

Calum fished the keys out of his pocket as soon as you arrived at his and opened the door for you. "Thanks Cal", you said after entering his home, him following you inside and shutting the door only a second later. It didn't take him any longer to pull you towards his bedroom. The door was already open and you could see his bed, in which you had slept more times than you'd like to admit, from the hallway. Just before you could enter his bedroom Calum stopped you and stared in your eyes for a second. "Y/N you really do want to continue this right?", his question caught you off guard but you quickly nodded. Tonight felt for sure a little different but not in a bad or weird way, you knew you wanted him and there was no stopping you now. "Cal yes if you want to I want you too", you smiled slightly and waited for him to nod as well. He hadn't even finished nodded before you started attacking his neck.

You knew he liked it when you were the leading one and quite frankly it turned you on a ton when he would give into your touch. You also knew exactly what spots were most sensitive and so you didn't play around and the immediate moans that fell from his lips sounded too good to stop.

Most of your clothes were gone pretty quickly and soon enough you were laying on his bed, underwear the last barrier that was still between you. "No matter how often I do this I'll never get tired of it", Calum muttered in between kisses and heavy breathing as he reached for your bra clasps. He was able to open it with one hand on his first try and now he was the one attacking you with kisses, making his way down to your boobs before giving your right nipple a quick pinch. A small squeal left your mouth before he started concentrating on the other one.

You weren't usually the one to say no to foreplay but you were getting impatient with him. "Cal c'mon I've waited long enough", your words melting into the moan that escaped you. "Somebody is impatient huh?", he asked in a cocky voice. Within seconds he was now on top of you and it didn't take him long to give you exactly what you craved.

Screaming, moaning and panting filled Calum's bedroom for a while.

When you were laying next to him after you both were successfully satisfied, you were still breathing heavily. It always felt like he was a drug for you, a session with him made you feel a rush of adrenaline and a feeling you couldn't describe. It made you almost feel like you were under an influence, his influence. You couldn't hide the smile that spread across your face, and if you were honest with yourself you didn't want to. You couldn't even really describe what it was, let alone really understand what was happening between him and you. All you knew was that tonight was even more intense than usual and that you wouldn't stop these nights, not for a long time. It was almost an addiction you had towards him but there were far worse things to be addicted to than someone who made you feel amazing.

[caelesjjk]

Push (Part 4)

So basically, I’ve tried a million different way to get this to work, but it wont stop posting this huge space between the photo and the text for the fic every time I copy and paste, so just scroll down until you get to the text lol. Its there I promise. Hope every one enjoys! Leave some feedback if you can, it means the world!

Almost a month had gone by since my birthday, and now it was nearly Christmas time. I loved this city during the holidays. It was magic in every sense of the word. But the air was cold now, and the ground has been dusted with a few small layers of snow. The trees have traded in their colorful leaves for bare branches, and that part was always a little sad for me. Winter was funny that way, everything outside was losing layers while people were forced to add layer after to protect us from the elements.

The kids in my class were all extremely restless throughout the week, itching for Christmas break to finally arrive. Kindergartners were difficult enough as is to keep engaged, but throw in some sugar from all the treats they’d been consuming and it was a bit of chaos. But a chaos that I gladly welcomed in my life, I loved seeing them so happy. And truthfully, the promise of Christmas break excited me as well.

It was Saturday evening now, and I had been looking forward to this night for months. My erratic mother had gotten me tickets to see my favorite musical that was in town this weekend only. I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to see Wicked on the big stage. I had woken up far too early, but I couldn’t sleep any longer knowing that I was going to see something so amazing today. I had made sure to ask Michael weeks ago if he would go with me, and he was more than happy to accompany me. And things had been good between us.

Ever since Calum and I had talked the night of my birthday, things seemed to cool off. We still met at the coffee shop almost every morning to talk, but it was nothing more than that. I was learning more about each other in a complete platonic way. That’s something that friends did.

I wasn’t a huge fan of shopping, but I went out a few days ago and bought a dress to wear to the theater. It was a deep green color and made of the softest silky material. The thick straps lay loosely on my shoulders and the skirt was very short but I was confident in the way this dress made me feel.  So I slipped it on and took my time styling my dark hair in loose curls, pulling it up slightly and pinning it in place. I kept the make up that I applied as simple as possible, only putting on some light eyeshadow and liner and just a bit of rose colored lipstick. Once I was completely ready, I grabbed my long leopard print trench coat in hopes that it would keep me warm in this tiny little dress.

Soon enough, my heels were clicking up the driveway to Michael and Calum’s house. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Michael much this week because I was so busy finishing things up at school, but I knew there was no way he could forget something like this when he knew how excited I was about it. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, unable to wipe the huge smile off of my face as I waited for it to open.

When the door finally swung open, the person on the other side of it was barely recognizable.  They were dressed in some kind of costume with blue paint all over their face and arms.

“Michael?” I ask, my voice laced with confusion.

“Hey babe! What are you doing here?” He asked, stepping aside for me to come inside.

“We’re going to see Wicked, remember? Why are you dressed like that?” I was so confused, and I could feel my emotions start to bubble up in my throat.

“Oh shit, Iz. I forgot that was today. I’m literally heading out the door to ComiCon right now.” He motions towards a bag sitting next to the door.

“ComiCon? Mikey this is important to me. We planned this so long ago.” I sighed.

“I know, and I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you. You look so pretty though.” He leans over and kisses the top of my head before he moves to pick up his bag by the door.

“I um…I guess I’ll go by myself.” I force a smile.

“You’re the best, Izzy. I’ll see you in a couple days okay?” Michael backs out the door, leaving me standing in his living room completely dumbfounded. He obviously had no idea how much this meant to me.

“That was awkward to witness.” I hear Calum’s voice say behind me, I almost jump out of skin. I turn towards his voice, even though I know there are tears pooling in my eyes about to betray me.

“Sorry you had to see it.” I sniffled, dabbing at my eye with the sleeve of my coat.

“What was all that about anyways?” He asks, sitting his book face down on the arm of the couch.

“It’s stupid. I should just go.” I dab my eye again.

“Try me, Bambs.” He stands up, and comes to stand in front of me. I can’t help but to start blubbering when I meet his eyes.

“My mom got me tickets to see Wicked.  And Michael promised weeks ago that he would go with me. Now I’m all dressed up so I can go to the theater alone.” I’m half laughing, half crying at this point.

“Let me see the dress.” He takes a step back so he can look at me.

“What?” My eyebrows scrunch.

“Let me see the dress you’re wearing, Bambi.” His eyes widen expectantly. I look at him a moment longer before reaching down with my somewhat shaky hands to undo the buttons of my coat. I hold onto each side and pull it open slightly.

“Is it…is it okay?” I ask. His eyes wonder up and down more than once and his teeth sink into his bottom lip before he speaks again.

“It’s perfect.” He sighs. “Which is why I’m going to go put on something much nicer than sweatpants, and take you to the theater to see your play.” He steps around me and walks towards his room.

“Calum…you don’t have to do that.” I walk after him, my heart pounding at the thought of spending an entire evening with Calum Hood. Just when I thought I’d gotten past this.

“I’d be a fool to let that dress go to waste.” He smirks. “Wait here, I’ll make it quick.” He walks into his room and I’m left to my own devices in the living room.

I pace for a few minutes until my feet start to ache from the damn shoes I have on. I convince myself to sit down and do some deep breathing. Calum was just being a good friend. This wasn’t a date. This was just two friends going to see Wicked together. And no sooner had I started to breathe normally again, Calum comes walking out of his bedroom. His hair was styled to the side instead of the natural curls I was so used to seeing. His long legs were covered in black dress pants that had obviously been tailor made to fit him like utter perfection. His black button up was covered by what appeared to be a black velvet jacket with dark red filigree designs adorning it. I had no idea that anyone could pull off something this like until this moment.

“Holy shit.” I accidentally whisper out loud. I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand immediately.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Calum smirks, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his pants as he approaches me.

“You look great.” I sigh.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks. “We can take my car.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” I smile gently and follow him out to the garage where his car is parked. Calum even goes so far as to open the passenger door for me to get in first. He watches me as I carefully slip into the seat and situate my legs. The feeling of his eyes on me makes every inch of my skin tingle.

The drive into the city consisted of soft music playing, and not a lot of talking. We didn’t need to say anything right now. And once we reached the theater, Calum insisted that I let him drop me off at the doors while he went to park the car. He came around and opened my door again to let me out of the car even when I insisted that I could handle it.

“I’ll be right back, Bambs.” He said as he jogged back around the car, pulling away to park the car. I walked up a few steps and waited in front of the revolving doors, until a soft voice interrupted my thinking.

“Your husband is quite lovely.” An older woman with silver hair and a black shawl wrapped around her said.

“Oh. He isn’t my husband.” I laughed nervously.

“Boyfriend?” She questioned.

“No. He’s just a friend.” I explain.

“Your friend is in love with you.” She states boldly. I almost choke.

“I’m sorry?” My voice cracks.

“I was standing here, watching him watch you. Friends don’t look at each other that way.” She waves her hand, so much confidence in her voice.

“Well, he’s most certainly just a friend.” I pull my coat around me a little tighter, turning when I feel a hand touch the back of my shoulder.

“What are you doing out here, Bambi? It’s freezing.” Calum says, motioning for me to follow him inside. And it’s that moment, when I’m not sure if it’s what the crazy old lady was saying  that was getting to me, or if I was just finally seeing things for what they were, but Calum was beautiful. More than just goofy little crush beautiful, he was full blown, heart pounding, stomach in knots beautiful. And I was crazy about him.

I shook it away, smiling and following him inside the theater. I had been here a few times to see other plays, and it never got old being inside. There were golden statues lining the walls and the marble staircases. Enormous pillars could be found here and there touching the high ceilings and leading up to all the intricate crystal chandeliers. The carpet looked like it had probably been here since the building was built but I was still the same lush maroon color it had always been. It was perfect.

“I’m just going to put my coat in the coat check area.” I told Calum, but he stopped me by gently grabbing my elbow when I went to turn away.

“Lemme help you.” He says lowly, using his pointer finger to make a circular motion, indicating he wanted me to turn around. I bit my lip, turning around and letting him help me slip my coat off my shoulders and arms. “I’ll be right back.” He says in my ear as he walks by.

When I’m able to focus again, I see the little old woman walking passed me and winking with a giant smile on her face. I couldn’t help but cover my mouth and laugh a little.

“What’s funny?” Calum says as he comes up behind me.

“Nothing at all.”I shake my head and walk towards the huge gold doors that lead into the theater.

The orchestra is playing quiet music as everyone enters the theater and finds their seats. Our seats were very close to the front and as we sat down, I couldn’t help but to smile as I stared at the giant red curtain currently covering the stage. There was something about the way it smelled inside the theater that made me incredibly happy. And as soon as the music started to play louder, and the lights turned down, everything felt right.

Wicked was one of those pieces of literature that played with all of my emotions. I was laughing one minute and crying the next. I felt Elphaba’s emotions throughout the entire thing. The acting was so spot on. They took the story from the book and turned it into a live action masterpiece. I don’t know how anything will ever top this. At one point during a particularly intense scene, I felt myself literally sitting on the edge of my seat, and when the climax happened I was gasping and grabbing for Calum’s hand, I held it tightly and didn’t even think about the fact that he wasn’t my boyfriend. He let me hold onto him, lacing his fingers through mine and rubbing my knuckles with his thumb to comfort me.

When the whole thing was over, and my mind stopped whirling, I still felt my hand in his. I knew I should pull it away, but I didn’t want to.

“That was so amazing.” I gushed, wiping at my cheeks to dry the happy tears.

“You’re beautiful, Izzy.” He sat forward in his seat in order to get closer to me. My heart clenched, that was the first time I’d ever heard him call me Izzy. It was always Bambi or Isabella.

“I um…thank you.” I breathed, moving my eyes down to our tangled hands.

“I think I watched you more than I watched the play. You were so invested, it was hard to look away.” He admits, still not taking his hand out of mine.

“I didn’t mean to distract you…I just love this play so much.” I shrug my shoulders and laugh lightly.

“I’ve got an entirely new appreciation for Wicked.” He smiles, the dimples next to his mouth and at the corners of his eyes showing. I had never wanted to kiss someone’s dimples before now.

“I feel like I’ve just gotten off a roller coaster. Thank you, for coming with me.” I squeeze his hand in appreciation.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, gently letting go of my hand. And as much as I wanted to grab it back, I let him stand up in front of me.

“What did you have in mind?” I stand up too, straightening out my dress.

“I know a few places around here. Let’s go.” He lets me out of the aisle to walk in front of him to the coat check out.

After we got my coat back, we walked to Calum’s car together, the smile on my face never faltering. The air was cold as it whipped my hair around my head but I didn’t mind it at all. Everything still felt so warm, and Calum stayed close to me the whole walk. His hand was on my lower back, gently guiding me and sharing his body heat. And as soon as we got to the car, he was quickly turning on the heated seats.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked.

“I’m perfect, to be honest.”  I smiled over at him and he did the same in return. I could tell he was thinking about saying more, but instead he backed out of the parking garage and took a left into the city traffic.

Calum sang along to the music quietly. I had to strain to hear him, but his voice was so pleasant. I didn’t want to cross any lines, so I pushed away the part of me that wanted to ask him to sing louder for me to hear better, and just enjoyed the small bit he was willing to give.

“How do you feel about breakfast?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

“My favorite meal.” I say.

“Good. Come with me.” He parked his car quickly, jumping out to come around and open the door again.

“You don’t have to keep doing that, you know?” I tease him about the door opening.

“You’ll never open your own door if you’re with me Bambi.” He helps me out, his warm hand back in mine. I take a moment to look at him, not sure how he really meant “with him”.  He let go of my hand and walked up the sidewalk, stopping to wait for me.

“Coming.” I said quickly, making way to the door and inside the tiny little restaurant. It was warm and smelt heavily of pancake syrup and bacon. The booths were a red and white checkered pattern, the seats were torn in a few spots. I suddenly felt over dressed, but comfortable at the same time.

“Sit wherever you like, folks.” An older woman with her gray hair pulled back into a bun said. There were only maybe 10 tables inside, sort of like the Hatfield’s coffee shop.

I take off my coat before slipping into one of the booths, Calum doing the same on the other side. My  bare legs slightly stick to the booth, but I can’t bring myself to mind it much. I was far too happy with this night to let something so small damper my mood whatsoever.

“Drinks?” The woman says with her notepad and pen in hand.

“Coffee, please.” I say.

“Same for me.”Calum replies as well. She doesn’t  say anything else, just turns to go back behind the counter and retrieve some mugs.

“I still can’t believe this night really happened.” I gush as I scan my menu.

“And you’re happy?” He asks, I can feel his eyes watching me, so I look up to meet his pretty chocolate ones.

“I’m so happy, Cal.” I can’t help but to smile, breaking the eye contact before I find myself drowning in those eyes.

“Here ya go.” The waitress sits down the coffee mugs. “Food?” She asks next.

“Waffles and bacon for me, please.” I tell her, sliding my menu across the table towards her.

“That sounds perfect.” Calum tells her, handing over his plastic menu. The waitress sighs loudly, before she walks back to the kitchen area.

“How’s work for you?” I ask, my stomach is jumping nervously.

“Are we really going to make that type of small talk Bambs?” He chuckles lightly as he leans over the table a little.

“What else should we talk about?” I ask, trying to swallow the lump in the throat.

“Tell me why you’re still with Mike.” He says lowly. It sends sparks down my spine. I’m trapped in his gaze as he waits for an answer that I’m not sure how to give.

“I really like Michael. He’s good to me. And he’s really sweet.” I sigh, pulling my lips between my teeth.

“He didn’t go with you tonight.” He simply states.

“He just forgot we had plans. I didn’t remind about it this week.” It feels like I’m making excuses. And I know it’s because I don’t want to hurt Michael.

“Clifford didn’t give a flying fuck that you had plans tonight. Something better came up and he knew you wouldn’t fight him on it. You’re too nice, Isabella.” He sits back, his arms crossing over his broad chest.

“How do you know? He could have just simply forgot, Calum.” I can feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and a bit of annoyance.

“Mike’s been my friend for a long time. You don’t think I know him?” He scoffs.

“Why do you care, Calum? What does it matter if he did stand me up?” My voice gets a little loud and I look around to make sure no one is listening.

“Because you deserve better than that. He should picked you up at your fucking door and drove you to that play. Because he fucking missed out, Isabella. He missed out seeing you smile all fucking night. You were so happy, and he missed it. Fuck him for that.” Calum’s breathing is a littler faster and his eyes wider as he finishes speaking. My mouth has practically dropped onto the table in shock.

“Calum…I…I don’t…” I start to say, just as the waitress plops our plates down in front of us.

“Eat up, Bambi.” Calum says, picking up his silverware and cutting into his food. I don’t push the issue, choosing to eat in silence the rest of the time we were there.

The walk back to the car was also very quiet, though he still stayed close to me until I was inside the car. But during the drive, he didn’t look over at me. I had too much to time to think.

I thought about what I had done wrong to make Michael forget about how important this night was to me. It was all I talked about for weeks. But maybe I deserved it. I deserved for him to hurt me when I was lusting after his best friend and roommate. It must have been the universe’s way of punishing me. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. I released a shaky breath, a couple of tears rolling down my cheeks as I did.

“Are you crying?” His voice is laced with concern.

“Possibly.” I sob.

“Shit, Izzy. I didn’t want to make you cry. Please don’t.” Calum pulls into the driveway of the house, parking it quickly and turning his body towards me.

“It’s just…I don’t understand why he couldn’t just come with me. Am I really not important enough for him to remember something like this?” I continued to cry and look down at my hands in my lap.

“Don’t say that shit. Mike’s just an idiot.” His hand comes over across the center console to gently wrap around one of mine.

“Maybe he just doesn’t fucking care. God maybe I’m the idiot.” I half laugh, half cry.

“No. You could never be.” He tries to comfort me, but I can feel my chest heaving harder.

“I’m so stu-“ But I can’t finish my sentence, because Calum leaning across the console pressing his lips against mine. My words are lost on his lips.

It felt too natural. Too perfect. I all too willingly molded my mouth with his, salty tears mixing in with the slow movements of our lips. The rough pads of his thumbs found their way to my tear stained cheeks, wiping away the wetness and pulling me closer to him. I allowed one of my hands to slide up the side of his neck and cup just below his jaw.

It was wrong. So why did it feel so right?

“Shit. Shit, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t of fucking done that.” He suddenly pulls away, opening his car door and stepping out. “Just…sorry.”

He closes his car door, leaving me alone with my thoughts and more confusion than ever.

TAGS: @chilleezliz @slimthicccal @bbycal @kinglyhood @sugarcoated-pain @shower-me-with-roses @c-dizzle-swizzlex

[cal-puddies]

Hello ! How are you ? Could you please make an imagine where Calum and you are bestfriends and start playing strip poker out of boredom and it goes smutty from there ? Thank you and have a nice day !

“Calum.” You groan, flopping on the couch next to him. “I’m so fucking bored.” You take a drink of your mixed drink. “Sorry my presence isn’t enough for you.” He says cockily.

“Ugh, I’m so over you, you know that.”

“You get mean when you drink.” He laughs.

“I thought you were gonna entertain me, take my mind off the break up.” You whine.

“I really thought just being with me and Duke would be enough… it used to be.” He retorts, pouting.

You make a sad face at him. “I know you guys are the best, I’m sorry.”

“I can forgive you… but you gotta play a game with me.”

“It’s gotta be something I can win.” You whine.

Cal grabs your hand and pulls you to the kitchen. He moves the stools at the counter so there’s one on each side. “poker?” He cocks an eyebrow. It was an old favorite among you, and you both could win. “But let’s make it interesting.” He says. “Strip poker.”

You agree. He deals the cards and you both continue to drink.

2 hours later you are both in your underwear, Cal’s got his boxer briefs on, you’re in your lacy boy shorts and bralette. Cal’s pretty focused on your tits, hardly paying attention to his hand. You’re a giggling mess from all the alcohol.

“Don’t look at my cards Hood.” You warn, carefully placing them face down on the counter.

“Where are you going?” He laughs.

You hold up your empty glass and shake it, “I need a refill.”

You somehow trip over your own feet as you walk by him and he catches you and pulls your back against his chest. “Steady.” He warns.

You look over your shoulder first at him and then at his hand. “I can see your cards.”

“Yeah the games over anyways. We should probably take this to my room.” He removes the glass from your hand.

“You’re right, I don’t want Roy to see me naked.” You pull away and make your way to the fridge and grab a bottle of water. “Plus I ain’t gonna ride ya dick in the kitchen.” You shrug, walking back by and grabbing your pile of clothes on the counter.

Cal’s hot on your heels, “you said you’re not gonna what?” He asks.

“I’m not going to ride your dick in the kitchen.” You enunciate. “Look baby boy, I know you’ve been thinking about me again. That’s why you suggested strip poker. And we both know I love your cock and have a hard time saying no

when it’s involved… so we might as well.” You shrug.

“I don’t know how you get even more blunt when you’re drunk.” He laughs. He throws his stuff on the floor and takes yours from you. “Sounds like we have some business to attend to.” He mentions, pressing his lips to yours.

“I saw you staring at my tits all night.” You mumble against his lips.

“Yeah, you have great tits… like I wasn’t gonna look at em?” He laughs. His hands settle on your waist, grabbing you tightly to him. “I love the way your body feels against mine.” His lips start to work down your neck as his hands move up, cupping your breasts.

“Take this off.” You groan, pulling at your bralette. You weren’t getting enough from his hands over the lacy fabric.

“You’re out of patience for teasing eh?” He pulls back and watches you nod. “Alright, I don’t want to waste any time on that either.” He grins. Cal quickly rids you of the bralette and you waste no time pushing his underwear down. He presses his lips to yours and you quickly wrap your hand around his cock. Cal tightly grips your ass, and quickly lands a spank to it. He pushes your panties down and then pulls away from you.

You whimper.

“C’mere.” He says, patting the bed, he pulls a condom out of the night stand and starts rolling it on. He sits on the edge of the bed, and you cross the room, climbing into his lap. “You sure you’re ready? I know how mad you get when we do this and you’re not wet enough.”

“I’m plenty wet enough.” You insist. “C’mon Cal.”

Cal wraps his arm around your waist and easily situates you, teasing you with his cock before lowering you onto him. “You are so wet.” He groans. “What’s been going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You let your head fall back as you revel in the feeling of Cal deep inside you, exactly what you’d wanted. “This… just this.” You moan. Cal’s lips start moving against your neck. “Honestly the second you unzipped your pants I got wet and then you took your shirt off and I had to stop myself from getting on my knees.” You bring your head back forward and press a hard kiss to his lips that he immediately deepens. You slowly buck your hips against his and he moans.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know where this was going when I suggested strip poker.” He smirked.

You wink at him. “Lay back baby boy, let me ride you proper.”

Cal grabs your face and pulls you in for another kiss. You slowly grind your hips on him and the gently push him back. Your hands land on his chest as you start to build a rhythm, grinding yourself on him so your clit is rubbing against him as you take him deep.

Once you’re happy with Cal’s moans you push off his chest and truly begin to enjoy yourself, gently lifting your body up and back down on him, touching your breasts, pulling your nipples. Cal watches in awe. “I love it when you use me to get yourself off.”

You grin at him as you bite your lip. “You say it like it won’t get you off.” You moan loudly. “Fuck Calum, your cock is so good.”

He sits up a little and rests on one of his arms while the other reaches behind your neck and pulls you in to kiss you. “You remember when we did this on that balcony in Bali?” He asks, lips still pressed against yours.

“Oh god… the way you fucked me in Bali is the reason I still crave your dick.” You admit. Cal trails his lips down your neck, wrapping them around one of your nipples.

He holds your back and flips you on it. Settling on his knees and pulling your thighs over his. One hand splays across your belly, the other tightly grips your hip. And then he’s pounding into you. Grunts and groans leaving his lips while you moan helplessly beneath him, grabbing onto him and digging your nails in anywhere you could.

His fingers started teasing your clit, he was close, and you weren’t close enough for his liking. “Come on pretty girl, cum for me.”

“Mmm… fuck Cal…. fuuuuck. How do you do this so good?” You whimper.

He leans over you, pressing his lips to yours very briefly before adding tongue, hips rocking into yours. He gets you to cum first, you bite and pull his lip. And he groans as his hips stutter.

He pulls out and flops on the bed next to you. “Fuck pretty girl.” He groans, looking over at you. He rests his hand on the side of your face and kisses you again.

“Stop calling me pretty girl if you’re not intending to fuck me all night.” You complain. “I’m honestly shocked at the lack of whiskey dick.”

“Oh pretty girl I’ll fuck you all night and into morning, just like in Bali.” He grins.

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

[cashtonhemford]

Truth or Dare

word count: 2.9k

warnings: swearing, and smutty smut

summary: you and the boys are playing truth or dare and Luke gets dared to play Too Hot with you and he gets a little too excited.

The frat house was filled with the slimy scent of cheap alcohol and sweat. Anybody who’d showed up for the actual party left about an hour ago and now it just left you, your best friend and the boys who occupied the house. 

You’d always gotten along with them, especially Calum who you’d known the longest by far but you’d never gotten along with Luke. Ever since you’d met him he’d been nothing but a complete dick to you for no real reason. 

The first day you met Luke he was normal, he didn’t really say anything and seemed shy but he didn’t say anything rude either. It wasn’t until Calum showed up that he had the cold attitude towards you that he still presented to you to this day. 

You and Calum were child hood friends and when you found out you were going to the same college, you met up. Ever since then you’d only grown closer but you both knew you were just friends and you both made that very clear with each other. 

“So Calum, Truth or Dare,” Michael smirked, clearly enjoying the nervousness that arose in Calum. 

“Truth,” he smiled, his confidence slowly rising. You could feel Luke tense next to you on the couch as you sat in the middle of him and your best friend, the rest of the boys lounging around on the floor. 

“Who do you have a crush on?” he smirked and you could feel your best friend, Lily,  fidgeting next to you. She’d had a crush on Calum ever since you’d introduced him to her but despite all of your attempts to set them up, Calum never took the hint. 

“Well, there’s this girl. I’ve known her for a while now,” he smirked and you could feel Luke tense and then move slightly closer to you but you didn’t really think anything of it at the time. “and her name starts with L.”

You glanced over at Lily who was blushing profusely, looking down at her hands. “So, I’m gonna say Lily,” he said finally with a smirk. 

Lily simply looked at him, the biggest grin on her face and it took a nudge from you for her to actually go and sit with him. 

“That was cheesy.” Luke groaned, making you let out a small chuckle. Calum simply rolled his eyes before smirking at Luke with a devilish look in his eyes. 

“Lucas,” he smirked as Luke groaned once again, “Truth or Dare.”

“Since I’m not a wimp like you, dare.” he grinned sarcastically before returning to his usual miserable look. 

“Well then, I dare you to play a game of Too Hot with Y/N.” he smirked, looking over at you with a small wink. 

Your breath was hitched in your throat and you could feel a deep red flood your cheeks. Luke tensed up momentarily but when you looked over at him all he had was a cocky smirk plastered across his face. 

You couldn’t deny how attractive Luke was, with his deep baby blue eyes, his perfectly curly hair and his lip ring just topped everything off. You’d always imagined what it would feel like pressed your lips but you’d never thought it would happen, at least until now. 

You quietly cleared your throat which caught the attention of Luke who until then was starting at Calum silently. His eyes slowly drifted towards you, his smirk turning into more of a grin. 

“Come on then, Princess.” he smiled, your heart skipping a beat at the pet name. It was until then that you’d forgotten about his reputation. 

He was known as the bad boy of the group, constantly sleeping around and despite constantly flunking classes he still had reasonably high grades. Almost every girl had fallen victim to him and as much as you didn’t want to fall for his tricks you were afraid you already had. 

You simply rolled your eyes and stood up in front of him, smiling down at him as the rest of the group squealed behind you. 

He slowly stood up, his lean figure towering over you and you couldn’t help but feel a little threatened. He brushed over his bottom lip with his teeth, slightly toying with his lip ring before giving you flirty wink. 

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” you groaned, clearly irritated with his flirtatious banter. 

Luke simply hummed in response and put his hands to his back before leaning into you. 

His lips pressed against yours and you instantly melted into him but your hands still clung to your sides. His cool lip ring added a pleasant sensation to the warm kiss that was already one of the best you’d ever had. 

His tongue swiped across your bottom lip but you denied him entry, deciding that he would have to try a little harder to gain any extra pleasure out of the kiss. 

“Don’t tease.” he snarled into the kiss making you smirk against his lips. But he took the smirk to his advantage and somehow snaked his tongue into your mouth. 

You groaned in annoyance but also slightly in pleasure and now it was Luke’s turn to smirk but as soon as he did you were quick to turn it back on him. 

You slowly pulled away and he whined at the loss of contact but before the boys behind you could call you out on pulling away, you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip. 

His whole body tensed as you toyed around with his lip ring, desperately trying to win the game but it seemed to him that it wasn’t a game anymore. He was practically writhing beneath you and you were enjoying every second of it. 

“Fuck this shit.” Luke breathed before cupping your face with his hands and smashing his lips into yours. You could’ve sworn that your heart missed a beat and in the moment you completely forgot that there was more than just you and him in the room. 

“Okay, okay. That’s enough.” you heard Michael complain behind you. Luke looked over your shoulder towards the blonde haired boy, letting out a small chuckle before looking back down at you. 

“Meet me in my bedroom in 10,” he whispered quietly as the others carried on their game behind you. You nodded slowly, trying not to look too eager but your rushing heart rate said otherwise. 

It only took a few minutes before Luke took off towards his room, clearly agitated and you couldn’t help but feel slightly pleased that you were the cause.

You spent the next few minutes on your phone before slipping away silently, hoping the others didn’t notice but they were so engrossed in their conversation they paid no attention.

As you slowly approached the hallway you realized you had no idea which room was his. They all had plain white doors with some just having a few scratches and dark stains.

After a few moments of listening out for any noise, you heard movement behind one of the doors and you slowly approached the door before hearing a low groan making you pause just outside. 

“Y/N” he groaned from inside and you couldn’t help but feel a wetness grow between your thighs at the mere sound of his pleasure. 

Almost silently, you pushed the door open to see him palming himself through his skinny jeans. It was a beautiful sight and you could’ve sworn you saw butterflies. 

You slowly stepped into the room, the smell of his cologne overwhelming you completely. It was only then that he noticed your presence and his deep, blue eyes shot up to you. 

They widened for a moment before the familiar smirk spread across his face. He slowly stood up, approaching you with lust filled eyes. 

As soon as he was in reach, he gripped onto your waist and smashed his lips against yours. You could feel him moan into the kiss which only set you off even more. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he moaned, breaking the kiss and leaving open, mouthed kisses down your neck. 

You slung your neck to the side allowing him more access which made him smirk into your neck. Slowly, you trailed your hand down his torso before resting it on his crotch and palming him through his skinny jeans. 

He let out a throaty groan and you could already tell he was already close just from the way his heart was racing. The pool in your panties was growing by the second and you desperately needed something to happen. 

As you started to fiddle with his top button, he reconnected your lips which only made it harder to remove his skin tight jeans. He quickly started to pull you back onto the bed and turned around so you’d fall back onto the bed. 

Before you could continue on removing his jeans he unbuttoned them himself and shimmied them down his waist before moving onto you. 

His lips reconnected with yours, feeling even better than the last few times some how. He fiddled with the hem of your top and you swiftly pulled it over your head, leaving you in your bra and the high waisted jeans you’d worn to the party. 

You slowly pulled down his boxers and his boner sprung out, a small drop of precum dripping from the tip. 

“Someone’s eager,” you giggled, earning an awkward chuckle from Luke before he went back to attack your neck. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he attacked a sweet spot on your neck, making sure to leave a mark. 

You gripped his length as he slowly moved down your chest, quickly removing your bra and moving his way around your nipples. He let out a low groan as you slowly pumped him in your hand which made shivers run through your spine. 

“Faster,” he groaned as you slowly pumped him in your hand, only going slightly faster as he bucked himself into your hand. 

You could feel your breathing become heavy at his reactions which only made him realize how little attention he’d paid to your situation. 

He quickly slid your jeans down your legs, disconnecting your hand from his length. He slowly slid his fingers over the damp material making you involuntarily push yourself onto him. 

“So wet yet I’ve barely touched you.” he smirked, sliding his fingers over the cloth that was separating his fingers and where you needed him most. 

After a while of him teasing you, he slowly slid the lace panties down your legs allowing the cool air to hit your clit. “P-please Luke.” you trembled, barely able to form a sentence. 

Before you could do anything else he plunged a finger into you making your breathing slow to halt. Your eyes fluttered to a close as you desperately tried to get your breathing back to normal but Luke made sure it wasn’t going to happen. 

His finger slowly pumped in and out and the familiar knot formed in your stomach. “I-I,” you started but before you could finish he quickly pulled away, leaving you confused and slightly annoyed.  

“That’s not how it’s going tonight, baby girl.” he winked before reaching into a drawer beside him and pulling out the foil packet. He quickly ripped it open and pushed it over his cock impatiently. 

He rubbed his tip and down your clit before stopping at your entrance, he looked up at you for a moment, waiting for approval which you simply nodded to; knowing any words you would try and form would fail. 

Slowly, he plunged himself into you making you both let out loud moans. Your eyes rolled back as Luke slowly pulled out, allowing you to get used to his size. His strokes were slow which only made the whole experience more pleasurable but you needed more. 

“Harder,” you moaned and with that Luke’s speed grew increasingly fast. Your orgasm was fast approaching and it seemed that his was too. 

“Sorry baby girl but you got me so worked up with that kiss I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last.” he groaned, bucking his hips into yours. 

You took that as an invitation to start pleasuring yourself to the extreme but before you could touch yourself Luke pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own. 

He ran figure of eights over your clit, making his fingers shine from your wetness. His touch only made your orgasm approach faster than ever and the knot in your stomach became tighter with every movement he made. 

“Luke,” you mumbled quietly, hoping he would get the message. His thrusts became faster and his fingers moved faster over your clit as he desperately chased his orgasm as well as pushing you towards your own. 

“Cum for me Princess.” he smirked, which pushed you over the edge. 

White dots clouded your sight and the knot that had so tightly formed inside you slowly faded leaving you a whimpering mess. Your legs were shaky as you tightly gripped onto the soft duvet that was now damp from the mass amount of sweat you’d produced. 

The sight of you whimpering and writhing under him set Luke off almost instantly. You could feel the condom fill with cum inside of you as Luke let out a low groan and threw his head back.

He thrust into you sloppily a few more times to help you both come down from your highs before collapsing down next to you on the bed. You leaned your head against his sweaty torso as he pulled the condom and threw it into the bin next to his bed. 

“Fuck, that was good.” he sighed, his chest still heaving. You simply hummed in response, still reveling in the moment. 

You could feel his gaze on you as you lay there, a thin layer of sweat making your hair stick to your forehead and your neck. 

Your eyes flickered up to meet his, the baby blue eyes you were used to were kinder than you’d seen in a while. Usually, the looks he gave you were cold but this felt different. 

“Are you finally gonna start being nice?” you joked, tracing small shapes across his chest. He rolled his eyes before looking down at you, a small grin creeping across his face. 

“I was only rude to you because I thought you were fucking Calum.” he said plainly, still staring down at you as a small snort escaped your throat. 

“Never,” you scolded playfully, “but even if I was, what was your problem with it?” 

You’d noticed Luke usually tensed up around questions like this, even when it was coming from one of the boys but he seemed so overly confident right now it didn’t bother him in the slightest. 

“Because I wanted it to be me. Ever since you walked through that door I made it my mission to fuck you but when I found out you were there for Calum,” he faded out of his sentence, looking up at the ceiling briefly before returning his gaze back to you. 

“Let's just say, I didn’t overly want his sloppy seconds.” he chuckled as you rolled your eyes and sat up. 

His gaze never left you as you did but he cocked an eyebrow, wondering what you were planning on doing. 

“Do you have any clothes I can borrow?” you sighed, not wanting to have to wriggle your sweaty body into the tight jeans you’d originally come in. 

He slowly stood up, grabbing his sweats from the floor and pulling them on before searching his drawers. He pulled out a plain black shirt and some Calvin Kleins and threw them over to you. 

You quickly pulled the loose boxers up and pulled on the shirt that came down to your mid thighs. The shirt smelt of him and you couldn’t help but bring it up to your face and revel in the scent for a moment. 

“Thanks,” you smiled awkwardly, unsure whether you were thanking him for the clothes or the experience you’d both just endured. 

Luke had found himself back onto his bed and gave you a small smile as he stared at you silently. 

Just as you were about to leave, assuming you were just a quick fling to Luke, he spoke up after a while of him not speaking. 

“Where do you think you're going?” he smirked from behind you making you halt in your step. You turned around with a cocked eyebrow, butterflies making a slight swarm in your stomach but you were determined to not get too excited. 

“I didn’t give you death stares for that long for you to just leave,” he grinned, scooting over in the bed before patting the space next to him. 

You rolled your eyes and slowly trudged yourself towards his bed before plopping yourself down next to him. He sleepily grinned at you, proud that he managed to get you to stay. 

“Luke Hemmings actually asking a girl to stay after sex, that’s a new one,” you smirked as Luke let out a small chuckle. He pulled you into him by your waist and his scent filled your nostrils once again, making the few butterflies erupt into a dozen. 

“It’s a privilege I saved for a special someone,” he smiled making a crimson blush spread across your face. 

He smiled once again before pulled the soft comforter over the both of you leading you both into a night of spooning and kisses. 

[imaginestofillurneeds]

First Time // Calum Hood AU*

Hello, lovely people! This is a dirty imagine;-) a star will be placed by each. This will probably suck cuz it’s my first dirty imagine but I hope you enjoy!

warnings: fluffy and smutty. cursing.

summary: reader just turned 17 and wants to lose her virginity. she has been dating Calum for almost 4 months.

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“You wanna have sex?” Calum asked for at least the hundredth time today.

You told him this morning how you wanted to lose your virginity and tonight was perfect considering your parents weren’t gonna be home.

“Yes, Calum. I’m probably the only 17 year old virgin in school,” You stated. “And I want to do this. Really. I want to lose it to you.”

Calum grinned,“It seems like a big honor. I’ll be at your place an hour after school ends.”

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Calum showed up up to your house an hour after school ended, just like he said he would.

You two were sat on the couch, watching some movie when Calum spoke,“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, Calum,"You assured. "Why are you so worried?”

“Well, because-because I asked my sister what it was like to lose her virginity and she said it hurt,” Calum said sheepishly.

You smiled,“Cal, I’ll be fine.”

He looked at you, still concerned. But then suddenly he got up and picked you up bridal style, heading upstairs to your room.

He then set you down and he sat on the edge of the mattress.

Calum patted his lap, an invitation to sit. You did, straddling his hips.

He gently pressed his lips to your, getting more and more passionate as you two continued. You knew what to do. You weren’t that innocent. You two have had plenty make out sessions before.

He unattached his lips and started kissing down your jaw line, neck, and collarbone.

Then he started leaving hickeys. He knew where your sweet spot was. That little place right above your collarbone on your neck.

He gently nibbled on the skin, making you let out a breathy moan.

Calum smiled against your skin and attached his lips to your once again.

This time you kissed down his neck. You knew Calum was a sucker for neck kisses and hickeys.

You pulled off his shirt and laid him down on the bed, you on top.

You started leaving hickeys.“F-fuck,"Calum breathed and you grinned at him.

Calum’s hands went to the hem of your shirt and tugged it off.

You continued down his neck, chest, and torso, leaving hickeys here and there. Calum was whimpering quietly by the time you reached his toned v-line. You loved the effect you had on him. He was hard, you could see it.

You then kissed back up his body and when you got back up and attached your lips back to his, he flipped you two over.

Your hands went to the zipper of his jeans, and he quickly took out a condom packet before you could take them off.

You unzipped his jeans and took them off, Calum helping you.

You palmed him through his boxers and he groaned, burying his head in your neck.

Then he leaned his lips to your ear and huskily said,"I’m the one that’s supposed to give you pleasure. Not you me.”

And you don’t know why but those words made a warmth spread through you.

When one of his hands went to your breasts, you stopped doing what you were doing to him.

You arched your back a little so he could unhook you bra.

His hand also went to your jeans zipper and pulled them off, leaving you both in your underwear’s.

He mouth went to your right breast and sucked on your nipple while his other hand went to your other breast. You closed your eyes, arching your back. “Fuck, Calum,” you moaned as he circled his thumb around your nipple.

You could feel yourself growing wet.

You wrapped your bare legs around his, running your feet up his strong calves. You took his boxers off and he took your panties off.

He stared down at you. “Fuck, your beautiful,” he said. You just smiled.

He grabbed the condom and put it on himself. “You tell me if you want to stop, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered.

He slowly entered you, and you bit your lip in pain, because fuck it hurt.

You whimpered in pain. “Do you want me to stop,” Calum asked, worriedly. “No, no keep going,” you breathed.

He slowly moved his hips and the pain slowly subsided. You felt the pleasure run from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

“Fuck, Calum,” you said, scratching down his back, which made him moan loudly and mutter something about you being tight.

“Shit, y/n,” Calum moaned. He buried his face in my neck.

You moaned and whimpered as Calum slowly thrusted into you. You scratched and dug your nails at his back, making Calum moan even more.

“Cal, I-I’m close,” you breathed.

“Me, too, baby girl,” he murmured in your ear, his thrusts getting slightly sloppier.

And then you felt the pleasure run through every inch of your body. You arched your back, pressing it into Calum’s, and curled your toes. You clenched around his length, hard, making Calum groan your name loudly.

You scratched down his back and loudly moaned his name, releasing around him.

Calum came right after you and you both rode out your high.

Calum slowly pulled out of you, taking off the condom and throwing it away in your bathroom.

You went under the blanket, and Calum came and laid next to you.

“How was that?” Calum asked, brushing his fingers against your cheeks.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect,” you said.

“Were you in pain? Was I too hard?” he asked.

You laughed,“No, Cal. It was fine. Amazing.”

“Great,” he said, closing his eyes. You moved closer to him, putting your hand on his cheek.

“Calum?”

“Hmm?” he hummed.

You kissed him gently, and when you pulled away, his eyes were open and eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“I love you,” you breathed.

Calum smiled widely,“I love you, too.”