#fwb!calum

[aquarri]

LUKE HEMMINGS YOUR VOICE IS AMAZING LIVE AND YOU ARE AN ANGEL ILY

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Hello! I absolutely loved 364 😩😩 I was wondering if you could write a smut fwb where calum gets really jealous because y/n decided to go out since he forgot -again- he had made plans with her… maybe they choose the same club? Problems in paradise? Idk 🫠

Thank yoou

I kinda took this and ran with it

Unbelievable

A Calum Hood one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW

Word Count: 10659

Is it lonely where you are? He’d asked, message flickering across your phone screen before you could slide it into your pocket. He had some nerve to stand you up and still expect you to be waiting for him, right where he’d left you, to slide into your messages hours later proving you correctly just how much of an afterthought you really were. You would not be waiting, no, you wouldn’t be doing that, you would never do that again. A party wasn’t the exact event you’d seen yourself in this evening but after a couple of hours its where you were, where you ended up as a last resort. You knew it was on, so you took your chance to attend, the first one you’d bothered to go to in months, since you met him.

You hadn’t wondered too hard about what might have kept him. You hadn’t even demanded that he tell you. It was tiresome to ask, it was more so to pretend, to pretend like it didn’t crush you, like his actions had no consequence on you, when that’s all they had, endless consequences. You didn’t come to drink and forget, you didn’t come to move on and latch onto someone else, you knew you were in deep, deeper than you had anticipated but even with the hopelessness you felt, at the way he'd let you down for the third time, there was something about him that kept you in place. If another guy would so much as dare to lay a finger on you, you’d shrink back as if the touch had been a poison your skin could not contain. The touch of anyone else was a venom, he was your only antidote, he must know that and that’s probably why he ran.

You cross the room to the drink’s table, so many bodies to fight through on your way, none that gave you any feeling, any sensation. A bump of a stranger’s elbow into your rib hadn’t even hurt, it was like they hadn’t been there at all, like you were numb to their presence, only feeling him only responding to him, a blessing, and a curse. Your phone felt like it was burning a hole through your pocket, keeping your thoughts well and truly placed upon the messages rolling onto your lock screen. Had you any will power at all?

With a newly made drink in your one had, your other desperately tapping your thigh to the beat of the song, the song you couldn’t even comprehend with the muffling symphony of chatter, you tried to stay away. Just one night away. Didn’t you deserve one night? No. You deserved what you wanted and what you wanted was everything you couldn’t access from surrounding yourself in a pool of drunken 20 somethings. “Cant even check your phone now.” The first notification. “Leaving me out to die here,” the second. “I know I’m late.” This was when you sighed, moving the phone to rest against your leg with the screen facing away. It pulsed again. “Didn’t think I’d ever catch you here.” Here? Here as in, this party?

You fought the urge to look up, its what he’d have wanted, what he’d have been counting on. Although it pained your curiosity to avoid a glance, you kept your head down, mentally praising yourself for it, the longer you lasted. The next notification would surely catch you. “Can’t even look at me princess.” You didn’t read it, you heard it, it was clear as day in your mind. If you closed your eyes for a moment you could picture it too, those deep umber eyes, the smirk, the dimples, and creases at the sides of his lips and the head tilt, mustn’t forget the way he tilted his head like a confused little puppy despite him knowingly having dominance over you, not the other way around. He was testing you, and you were not prepared for this exam. Enough was enough, you thought.  

He'd stayed calm, watching you from across the room, so sweet so fucking ignorant. You tried to act out, as if you were so much better than him, so different to him, you were the same. You played him like a fool. You reeled him in, filled his mind with nothing but you for days, for weeks on end and then you drop him. You leave him with nothing the moment he has other plans, the moment he suspects that you may even share a glimmer of the same compassion he’d developed so easily for you.

The first time he allowed it, it was his mistake, his mess to clean, he knew he fucked up, he couldn’t admit to it in front of you, but he knew. He’d doubted you, doubted things with you, how was he deserving of you? The pout on your lips as he clarified his excuse had him ready to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness, but he wouldn’t, or he couldn’t, he wasn’t even sure at this point which it was. He had to sit it out and give you both the space you’d seemed to require, a chance to breathe without you burdening his every breath. The worst part was that he hadn’t even minded. Hell, he’d quit oxygen and survive on you alone if he could, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. Could he?

The second offence, he had crossed wires, his plans falling consecutively. He’d gone to cancel with his friends without a shadow of a doubt casting over his decision but if they’d inquired, if they’d only mentioned your name, he’d have blabbed, he couldn’t possibly help himself. You were his past time, his night, his day, but not his. He couldn’t say that you were either. He couldn’t dismiss his friends for a night with his girl because that was so not what you were.  He wasn’t even sure if you’d ever wanted to be, not when you kept your phone in your back pocket, right for him to see, there for him to reach and grab and throw across the room because that’s how easily you had discarded him. That’s how hurt he’d felt. Like all the time he’d spent with you had been nothing but a dream.

As far as you were concerned, there were no benefits in your arrangement, not anymore all there was, was befuddlement. Lines crossing so closely, once parallel, now perpendicular, a blur of what you once were. It was fun, it was mind numbingly fun in the best way as you started. You’d slept together right under this roof, just a floor above where you stood now, never being one to slip away at a party until he’d barely twisted your arm to the idea. You’d never seen yourself with him, you’d fancied him, might have even sworn you’d climb him one day, never saw it actually happening until it had, then you couldn’t think of much else.

It was his eyes you see, so convincing, the plumpness of his lips on your neck may also have helped but you couldn’t be certain, you didn’t want to be certain, it could have been a number of things. Perhaps even the hand that rested on your waist, the fingers that gripped your hip intensely enough for you to focus on nothing else but the way his fingers might have felt just a fraction closer to your soft skin hidden beneath your dress. His whispers in your ear had seemingly pushed you though, a brushing of hot air on your right lobe and he was close enough to watch your vein vibrating at the side of your throat, the speed of your heart beat reaching an almighty pace at the performance he was giving you, how precious was all he’d thought.

It wasn’t the night of your life. It wasn’t even close to the hottest encounter you’ve shared with someone, as a stranger or otherwise. It was an unsophisticated quickie in a friend of a friend’s bedroom, nothing cute, nothing romantic, nothing to tell. You had wondered if it was even worth apologising to your shared acquaintance. If it was good enough to mention to a friend, without much regret in soberness. There was something you had plaguing your mind. There were reasons to find his rushed touches so satisfying. The way he’d taken you, the location he’d taken you in. He’d deliberately chosen the dresser against the window. He’d sparked your appetite the moment he slammed you up against it, albeit clumsily, but exhilarating all the same. It was all about the location.

You’d let him drive you home that night, almost certain you’d never wish to see him again, not that he wasn’t attractive or worthy of your attention, you just didn’t feel like beginning something, something you couldn’t finish, or even want to finish. You instead exited his vehicle without turning back with so much as a wave of reassurance as you’d made it inside your house, as safely as you could. You’d gone to sleep that night prepared to let the story line fall flat on it’s face, never to be picked up again, certainly not to be read. Your mind had not allowed you a moment of peace. The window, you close your eyes, and you were once again plush against it. Why had it invaded your most private thoughts?

He'd debated asking for your number as he drove you home, mouth opening, bottom lip quivering as he fought to find the words. There was a biting feeling at the back of his neck, tugging on his conscience. If he let you go, he’d be missing out on so much, so much he wasn’t even aware of at the time. He’d be letting a golden opportunity fade into the distance, untouchable. He’d known it wasn’t a mind blowing fuck as you’d both promised each other it would be, and usually that was enough to him to move along and let it slide but with you, no, there was no moving on from you. Not when he hadn’t shown you his best. He wanted to show you his best. He had to have you, was all he thought, he’d already had you, but he had to have you again and again, every day if he must although he wasn’t sure why he felt so strongly about it.

He'd not seen you in a week. Attended the same party, the one thrown seemingly every day even if that wasn’t so eccentric to believe. Oddly enough, he hadn’t been hoping that you’d be there. It was rather the opposite. He’d sought to replace you, to find himself repeating the steps of the week before but this time having it be thoughtless, having it be done and dusted the moment he parted. He was seeking a rebound for someone he hadn’t even known enough to require getting over, but there he was, scouting the room for remnants of a physical touch he’d hoped you weren’t the only one to provide.

He'd seen you. Slyly entering the room, less than a bounce in your step as you found a seat on the arm of a chair. You were partially listening to the couple seated beside you on the loveseat. Your head tilting or nodding in acknowledgment the moment their eyes had to looked upon you to do so. You did your due diligence to respond to every social queue lay in your way. You had smiled, you had laughed, and you had tied your hair up with a scrunchie that was placed across your wrist twice. You had applied it when you first took your seat, fanning yourself with your hand to express your struggle with the humidity lying in the room. You had then released your hair, shaking it out as temperature was more to your liking. Then to his amusement you had tied it again, nodding as you repeated the steps he’d already memorised.

He’d found himself glad that you were here. There was a comfort in your presence even if he had not wanted that to be the case when he arrived. Your indecisiveness had touched him. He was often described in a similar way. Had you been the same as him? It would be a criminal offence to avoid your temptations now that he had gained them now that he could think of nothing else for the rest of that evening until he’d been weak enough to break away from a draining conversation himself. Latching onto your arm as you walked by, and he was opportunistic enough to use you as his excuse to find freedom.

The two of you had developed immensely from there. Days turning to weeks, weeks turning to months, feelings turning to self-doubt, to betrayal even, the betrayal of a promise. He’d broken a promise with you again. To keep things casual, to have fun, to never attend a party here again for the sake of your friends, for the sake of the secret. He could not step away from you. Your hands were always reaching for him, pulling his puppet strings towards you. He was a weak man when you were around. He had wanted to touch you so fiercely you’d sworn not to be around each other while in the company of others, to prohibit any questions, to rewrite your story in a way that hadn’t been damning but that was exactly what it was.

You’d wanted to answer him. You’d stared for far to long in any direction that couldn’t have been his and you were losing your grip on reality. If you had answered, if you had gone over, how would you feel? There were so many options but the most prominent, was scared. You were scared to let it slip how you’d missed him, how it had hurt that you weren’t important to him, that you had no right to even think for a moment about the last point since there was no reason for you to mean anything to him at all. You were just a body, just a vessel for him to use. It had felt good, it had felt better and better each time. The more you knew each other, the way you had learned from each other.

You weren’t sure bodies could entwine quite the way they did. How it was flooding your subconscious with the realisation that sex had never felt nearly as good as how it had with him. As if you were made to please each other, a feeling so preposterously sickening. It was embarrassing to believe there was even the slightest chance he was made for you, but you had allowed the scenario to play on in your mind on several occasions.

Your bodies had loved each other. Even if it was just your physical needs that had met in such a way. There was no denying how your body would react to his, his touch never being enough, you needing to force him to touch you harder, to force your chest or your hips into his hands, to let it be clear that you were willing to have a side of him he’d often been told to supress. A roughness no lover of his had been capable of enjoying, sure they’d attempt it, worth a try, worth testing the waters never to paddle there again but you had enjoyed it. You were cautious at first, taking things one step at a time but you’d adapted, you’d ruminated the image of him working you harder, you’d found yourself wanting it more and more with every day.

How scandalous to be desperate for punishment, for pain, for a fucking so intense you’d question whether he cared for your life at all. You were starting to see that he did. His aftercare had always been there, he had cleaned you, he had given you water, he had caressed your burning skin, your stinging wounds across your neck, he had been gentle with you. It was different as the weeks had gone on, there was more that he could do for you, more he’d wanted to do even if you didn’t need the excessive attention. He would dress you; he would rub soft circles into your hips as they were inflamed from the brutality of his thrusts. He’d known a nibble on your ear lobe was as sweet as it was sexy, a sure fire way to calm you into a static state. He’d memorised where your clothes had been, what each draw of your dresser had contained so he could be of more use to you. No man could go to such lengths without an emotion lying beneath it.

Nothing had been confessed. You’d tied it down to the ideology that some things hadn’t needed to be heard to be in existence. It would have been nice if there was a way to know, to see beneath the surface without breaching it but there hadn’t seemed like there was. Instead of asking outright you’d just glossed over the feeling. Even as he kissed you goodbye, as he did without fail, every time he left you, you had not found the courage or the time to speculate his desires for you. A kiss goodbye so often a romantic gesture but not where he was concerned, not where you were stood, hoping you wouldn’t even have to say a goodbye in the first place. He always lingered there too, in the door way, smiling down at you, cupping your cheek in his surprisingly soft hands. If he could just show you, if he could just let you know, you’d love to just know.

His lack of arrival on dates you’d agreed upon in advance was the straw that had very nearly broke the camel’s back. You were so heavily offended by the lack of appearance that you’d vowed to yourself you wouldn’t let him back in again, that this was the sign, this was the communication you’d been manifesting. He’d revealed his unchanged intentions with you. There was no room in his day for you let alone his heart. It was a silly thing to imagine you ever having been on the same page. You taking his actions, his sweet touches, his private moments as more than they were ever meant to be. You were foolish in your hope, foolish in your assumptions and foolish for catching his eye across the other side of the room.

Your feet couldn’t carry you any faster out the front door. Opening it so abruptly you feared the hinges would be knocked clean off. You raced down the driveway, all too aware of footsteps trailing behind you. You’d told yourself repeatedly not to look behind you, not to supply him with that power. You twisted your neck a smidge. Enough to see a red shirt adorning a body that was not even remotely close to his. He hadn’t even bothered to chase you. You had found yourself shattered into a million shards soaring down against the sidewalk beneath your feet. If you could disintegrate into a spec of glass, small enough to be a grain of sand, it still wouldn’t accurately describe how small you were left feeling.

“You’ve got some nerve you know that.” A confrontational attack if ever you’d heard one. Your body swung around to face your well known accuser. “Me?” You gestured to yourself in shock. He nodded, no comprehension of the fact you had done nothing wrong, that it was him who had caused this scene to make it into the movie it was panning out to be. “You moan that I wasn’t there for you but when I reach out you don’t even bat an eyelid in my direction.” He pointed to you, fingers jabbing the air to express his undeserving rage. “You didn’t show!” You whisper yell, anxious of the scene being deafeningly loud to the rest of the street. “You come to this stupid party, one you swore you’d never go to I might add, then you have the cheek to call me out.” He crossed his arms over his chest, left foot tapping against the concrete, head nodding, his hair flowing with it.

“You’re at this stupid party.” Was all he said. “That’s it, that’s what you have to respond.” He nodded; lips glued shut. “Unbelievable.” You sigh. “You know what, no, actually scratch that, completely believable.” His hands start to grip at the long sleeves of his band shirt, the friction between you beginning to unnerve him, to push him to the edge of the cliff he’d forced himself onto the moment he left you waiting for him that evening. “I wouldn’t even be here tonight if you’d just turned up like you were supposed to.” Despite the way you’d yelled, he couldn’t help but think about kissing you. You looked so cute stomping your feet, physically unable to stand still as you expressed yourself, the pouting of your lip was calling him.

“I don’t know why I expected a level of honesty when that’d exactly what we aren’t.” You were not honest; you were not anything. Your eyes suddenly being able to look anywhere else but at his own had driven your words into him as harshly as a double decker bus could have. He was left just as wounded on the side of the road, fighting for his life as much as any casualty of a collision would. He would not see fit to rest until you were soothed.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore.” He said, dragging your worst fears out into the open air, kicking his feet against the ground, hands slipping into his pockets as he swayed to the beat of his own song. “You don’t want to do this anymore.” You repeat to allow the words to be interpreted correctly. “You don’t want to do this anymore, you.” You said again. “You’re an asshole.” You stepped back, eyes watching his as you drifted out of his reach for the final time. His heart had jumpstarted, revving back to life, pumping harder than it had in years. It wasn’t the only body part sparking to action, no, his legs, they were chasing you before he’d even had the thought.

“I want you.” He yelled after you as you rushed yourself down the street, scared to trip at the speed you had found yourself stepping into. “Please.” Another yell. Had he not just remarked the opposite? His distain was already a written decree. A thundering of footsteps bombarded their way over to you, the loud and unmistakable beating of his sneakers across the ground filling your senses to the brim. “Don’t you fucking walk away from me.” A harsh grip lands on your right arm, your body lurching backwards, falling into his chest. His tone was gruff, maybe there was desperation hidden somewhere beneath, but for the most part, he was commanding. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t terrified.

Not in the sense that you found his action to be intentionally harmful or sinister in any way but instead with the looming repercussions of your disobedience if you’d ever allow yourself to be close with him again. He looked at you with a fear and fragility in his eyes that you’d never spotted him wearing before. His head tilting just a smidge to the left, his large eyes dark but soft. He was afraid to lose you. If he was so scared, why had he pushed you into it? You wanted to melt, to give him the benefit of the doubt, another chance but where would it leave you this time?

“Let me take you home.” He’d wanted nothing more than to force his forehead against yours while he pleaded with you, but he thought better of it. He’d settle for stroking your hair and feeling your breathing relaxing as you fell for his touch. He hadn’t needed a response, no permissions were necessary in the slightest, you knew as well as he did that you would be allowing exactly that. You had an irrational sense of responsibility, to do as you were told even if he’d not deserved the chance to unleash his feeling on you at all. The good in you had wanted to witness the good in him.

He took you home, before you could open your door and make your getaway he’d locked it, foiling your plans. It had been a comfortable ride. You hadn’t thought it would be, not after your spat but it just was. You could sit in any kind of silence with him and be grateful for the time. The idea of leaving it all behind, ending what you had, hurt more than a punch.

His hands had hovered over the console at least 5 times, he wanted to touch your thigh, he’d stared, wishing he could but it wasn’t worth the swot if you hadn’t wanted his hands near you. He’d felt the same calmness as you. The chill in the air, perhaps orchestrated by the atmosphere between you or it was in fact just a cold summer night. When he’d spotted the goosebumps climbing your thighs he’d wanted to throw his jacket right over you, incessantly needing to protect you, to care for you. You were his to care for, he felt like his true purpose on this earth was to look after you better than he ever could himself. That’s why he needed to level with you.

No longer able to act as if you weren’t the one thing keeping him going these days. That your smile was so stunning, rarer than any gem stone. That your laugh had made his stomach flip every single time he heard it, the sweetest sound, he just fucking fell to mush for you. The hard edge he once had, the coolness his friends had admired him for, he was burning up around you, he was hotter than a furnace when he loved you and shit, he had loved you. He still loved you, he would always love you.

“I gotta be honest.” Your face lifted, eyes meeting his before he darted them around to the steering wheel. “There’s more here right?” He lay his palms out flat on his lap, palms facing the sky. “Like I’m not the only one feeling it right?” You’d never heard his voice so shaky, so uncertain. You just looked at him. It was like he wasn’t even talking at all, like he didn’t just say what you were hoping he would. You just kept looking at him, losing yourself in his eyes, his equally lost eyes. “You’re not saying anything, is that you saying something? Is that your answer?” He mumbled. “If that’s your answer that’s okay.” He continued rushing. He reached to flick the button to unlock your car door. Your heart started thudding against your chest, no, no he couldn’t set you free now, not now, not after this.

“Shit you know, you can go its okay, I’ll leave you alone.” His hands reached up to cover his face in his mortification. His heart was sinking so low, how stupid was he to think this ambush would be anything other than idiotic. “Cal.” Your voice softly spoke, not loud enough for his pounding heart beat to allow him to hear. “Oh, for fuck sake Calum, shut up.” You silence him. He stares at you wide eyed, hands dropping into his lap once more. “You pissed me off today.” You stated. “You really pissed me off.” It was more of a warning this time. “Why did you do that?” He blinked a couple times, trying to find an answer somewhere in his scrambled brain. “I chickened out.” He sighed. You laughed. “You what?” He hurt you because he was a coward, how did that work, he’d been fucking you for months, what was so scary at this stage, he’d seen every side to you, front and back, clothed and unclothed.

“Cut the bullshit.” You snap. “I don’t accept your excuse.” You reach for the handle, almost forcing a better response from him or you walk out for good, not that you actually had the guts yourself to stay true to that idea, but that was for you to know and him to find out, or in this case, not to find out. “I thought if I pushed you away it would give me some room to breathe.” So, you were smothering him. “Not like, not like I was seeing too much of you I just meant like, God do you know how much I think about you?” You sat back, body sinking into the seat beneath you as he continued. You were a sucker for every word out of that pretty mouth of his.

He'd turned his body sideways to give you his full attention, now or never. “Sometimes I think your name is my favourite word in the entire world, cause its all I hear, all I think of.” You bit harshly on your bottom lip, not entirely sure what you had been expecting but you could confidently say, it was not that, you would never have thought it would be that. “You hurt me.” He nodded, accepting it. “You hurt me too.” You also nodded, accepting it. “Not in the good way either.” You rolled your eyes, not in the way he liked. “Are we good?” He asked, he knew that you were, but he’d be damned if he didn’t hear you say it. “No.” You respond. “No?” He quirks a brow, a smirk flickering onto his face. You take a breath, shaking your head. “No.” You say again. “And why’s that?” He leans in closer to you, not too close, but close enough for you to squeal internally, the mood had shifted drastically, and you were so very excited. “Because you owe me.”

He laughed deeply under his breath. “I owe you.” He repeats, hands returning to the wheel or just beside it, pulling the keys from the ignition, shoving them into his pockets in a way that made your body tingle with excitement. He looked at you, out of the corner of his eye. “Sure, I owe you, how will I be repaying this debt.” You found a smirk yourself, shifting onto your knees in the seat, leaning over to bring your face in close to him. The proximity had his thoughts swirling around in his head. He could see so many fantasies being carried out right here, right where you were situated, all with you. “Lets go inside.” Was all you said. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He'd shot out of the car, you the same, the doors slamming so loud, but you didn’t even take a moment to cringe at the thought of disturbing your neighbours this time around. He locked the car, rushing behind you as you forced your key in the lock, his hands already cupping your ass, grabbing at your hips. His lips were pressed into your hair at the top of your head while he assaulted you with  his needy hands. A smack to your cheek had you ready to drop the keys and take him where he stood, thankfully his hand came around you to help you jam it inside the lock, steadying your hand, turning the key instead, if he hadn’t assisted you, you’d never have made it inside. “There you go baby, good job.” So condescending, so undeniably sexy. You could hardly remember there being friction between you at all.

Once inside he had you pinned against the door, his tongue sliding into your mouth, hands roaming across your body. He had unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the ground. There was nothing slow tonight, there wasn’t enough time in the world right now. He needed you and hell you needed him. You bought his hand down between your legs, showing him just how much you had needed. A gasp fell from his lips as he swiped a finger over your clothed cunt. “Shit, baby already?” You pulled his face back to yours, crashing your lips against his. He could feel how hard he was, pressing against his jeans, you’d probably felt it too, body pressed up against him.

Your wetness was slick against his finger even through the fabric of your underwear. He’d stumbled upon the edge of the seams, pushing them to the side, allowing him access to push just one finger inside of you, your mouth dropping open in surprise. “Didn’t think I’d keep you waiting did you?” He watched your eyes religiously as he pulled away before plunging inside of you again. You moaned and he cooed, mimicking you, his left hand grabbing yours, pinning it above your head as he had you trapped in place, fingers working you beautifully. “So nice huh?” You nodded, gasping for him already, almost embarrassed at how easily you were collapsing, so pent up, so desperate. You hadn’t even been horny before, but him, it was all him, he was just so commanding, you’d jump him any time, any place and you’d enjoy it wholeheartedly.

“Gonna take another one for me.” You nodded even though you didn’t have to, he was already circling your throbbing cunt with the additional finger before pressing it into you, beginning to stretch you out. “Mmm, good girl.” He pecked at your cheek the over your nose towards the other. Your eyes fluttered closed as you focused, not sure which sensation was more enjoyable, his kisses had meant so much, after the way he’d come clean about his feelings, they were a whole new chapter under construction, but his fingers, oh god knows you love his fingers. You were rocking your hips into his touch, he was mercilessly driving them into you, filling you up, even going as far as to split them in a scissor like motion just to press against your weakest spot sending your head crashing back against the door.

“Oh baby, you need to be careful.” His eyes showed a slight alarm. “Come on, lets get to your room, can’t let you injure yourself for me, deserve a bed to fuck on at least.” You didn’t even shed a thought for the dress you’d left by the door, you just followed him up the stairs, struck dumb by his fingers. Just like the very first night all over again, anticipation and butterflies were flooding your stomach, a heat swelteringly hot was scolding your cheeks and you entered your bedroom quietly, obediently behind him.

He pushed you down on your own bed, stepping between your legs, lifting your chin in his hands. “You doing okay?” You weren’t sure if he was referring to your head or your heart, but you nodded either way. “Can you give me more than that?” He rubbed his thumb softly over your jaw. “I just want you.” You pressed your cheek into the palm of his hands, looking up at him hopelessly almost. “I just want you so much.” It hurt your heart to say it, it was so ridiculously true, you needed him you would be lost if he didn’t give himself to you. “Say it again for me.” He tapped your cheek to urge you. You did your best to tilt your head back, giving him the eyes that had always broken him down, big, round, full of adoration for the man before you, he was nearly putty in your hands.

He could barely breathe as he waited on you. He knew he’d give into you whether you said it or not because you looked divine, there half naked for him, soaked between your legs just at the thought of him taking you. He was ready to give you whatever you desired, his heavy need to provide for you, if his girl was cock starved then he would be there to resolve that. “I missed you so much.” You mutter, he blinked down at you, swearing his heart was slowing as you spoke. He couldn’t compose himself fast enough. “I want you so bad, need you, want you inside me, please.” His eyes just about rolled back into his skull, a deep groan pouring from his mouth. “Whatever your fucking want.” Was what he wanted to say, what he was aching to say, to give into his little princess but instead, “you think you deserve it?” Was what he said. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth. “Hmm, think you deserve my cock after the way you spoke to me.” You knew it would come back to bite you in the ass.

“Oh, don’t go shy on me now.” He teased with a smile, fighting his every urge to pound you into the mattress already. “I’m sorry.” You whimpered. He tightened his hand around your throat but not enough to obstruct another sentence from you, no, he needed your words. “You’re sorry?” He pushes. “Sorry for what baby. What you sorry for?” You could scream at him, scream for wanting more without these silly games but scream too for how good it was, how much you loved being treated like this, belittled, and degraded. His sharp stare down at you had you shuffling in your seat, thighs squeezing together tight, he had you gagging for it.

“I’m sorry for yelling.” He lifted his spare hand as a fist, now releasing his thumb to count your offences. You cottoned on fast enough to know to continue, he’d loved how you didn’t waste a moment comprehending his actions, his smart little girl. “I’m sorry for running out on you.” His index finger now pointed to the ceiling, his head nodding along, encouraging you more. “I’m sorry for ignoring your texts, for not looking for you at the party.” His middle finger and another were released. “Keep going, one more.” He wiggled his pinky finger. You were wracking your brain trying to think of another, you’d covered it all had you not?

“Come on.” He pushed, you started toying with his belt hoping to distract him. “Nuh uh, one more, don’t cheat, want a clue?” You felt stupid for having to nod your head, letting your hands fall down to your sides. “What did you call me?” He was smiling down at you, enjoying every second that he put you on the spot like this. He could tell the exact moment it came to your mind, your brows shifting as you recollected. “Unbelievable, I called you unbelievable.” He half lifted his little finger up and then down, not quite ready to stretch it yet. “I’m sorry for calling you unbelievable.” You rushed, seeing him finally fix his hand in the air. “I’ll show you unbelievable.” He groaned, pushing you back on the bed.

You made yourself comfortable, pushing back towards the pillows at your head board while he shed his own clothes. Your mouth watered as it landed over his growing erection. You felt a yearning for him, you could die if he wasn’t near you, wasn’t entering you, your body was devastated without him. “Face down baby.” You followed his request, rolling over, pressing your face into your pillow, lifting your hips into the air, leaning heavily on your knees.

He tugged your backside towards him, bending you into a position better suited for him. “Dripping wet for me aren’t you?” You had to sway your hips, had to wiggle them, do something for him, for yourself even. “Impatient are we?” He had no idea how he’d stayed as strong as he had. He was ready to bust just looking at your rear end, but somehow he’d kept it together, if he was cumming tonight it would be inside of you, any hole, any one he wanted, his for the taking. You started to whimper, losing yourself, you could not wait any longer, he’d kept you waiting, kept stalling, why was he stalling, did he not want you? More of the opposite, he’d wanted you too much, so much he didn’t even know if he’d be able to last when he pushed himself inside you, would be overcome by  the welcome of your soaking heat wrapping around him.

“Just gotta take these off, then I’m all yours.” He dragged your underwear down over your ass, down your thighs, he lifted your legs one by one to pull the material the rest of the way, quickly tossing them onto the floor before returning his full attention to you. He stood for a second, not psyching himself up exactly but just making sure he remembered this correctly. Where you were positioned for him, how he’d had you needy, drunk on him, how he’d known he loved you, even before you were naked and begging him, he needed to remember this just right.

He hadn’t warned you before his cock pushed past the threshold of your entrance. Your body instinctively pushed forward to retreat from the intrusion, his hands soon seeing to prevent that response. “Oh, fuck.” You cried. Everything, you felt everything, he was so deep, bottoming out inside you, lowering his back to encase yours, rutting his hips even when his cock had nowhere left to go, no further space to fill. You felt him in your stomach, so far inside you. Even the chain that previously dangled from his neck was now tickling your own back, he was so close. “Feel that?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your spine. You just mumble, unable to string together a sentence. “Can’t speak?” You shake your head, hoping he wouldn’t push you. “You okay?” You loved that he had the sense to check. You nod weakly. “Gimme your hand.” You fumble, altering your position to allow him to grip your hand across the sheets, finding comfort in his extra touch.

“Feel how deep I am.” He didn’t rock his hips this time, not wanting to overdo it, to break you so soon. “Made for me.” You mutter. His neck twitches at the comment, had he heard you correctly? “What was that?” He prodded, lips pecking your shoulder as he tried to keep cool, tried not to cum inside you already. “Said you were made for me.” You whine. “You were fucking made for me.” You moaned out the sentence as he pulled back his hips before sinking back down into you. It was less startling now, less painful. He was still deep, still huge inside of you, but you were relaxed now, you had allowed yourself to stop clenching and tightening around him, instead allowing his presence inside of you. “I think you’re right; I think I was made for you.”

He picked up his pace, falling into a familiar rhythm, not one so similar that it had felt boring or less enjoyable no, instead it felt perfect, felt right to you. He wasn’t showing a sign of mercy, your apologies not clearing his need to punish you, you couldn’t even be mad, you wanted this, you had to be shown, had to be told how much of a brat you were. He would give you what you wanted only if you behaved. “Fucking missed this, missed your pussy.” The filth was echoing in your ears. You loved it when he spoke like that, so unnecessarily crude, it made you throb for him.

“Want more?” He grabbed hold of your hips, bringing you back to meet his. “Yes, yes!” You started to cry. “Okay, I’ll give you what you want.” He rocked into you at a lethal place, hammering away, pressing against your insides so hard you’d have an ache there for days. Why had that appealed to you so much? To be left with internal markings as well as the external. To be his inside and out. It was just as he’d said, unbelievable, he was unbelievable. “God yes, yes.” He angled himself, cock pressing upwards, colliding with your most sensitive spot. It was insane the grip you’d had on him, his cock was so tightly taken he thought he’d lose all blood pressure flowing between the two of you. It was good, so fucking good, everything, he’d been wanting, you were so good for him, so hot. He kept his pace, wanting to make it last, to fuck you hard like you deserved but to elongate it, make you wait for your release, if you even deserved one at all, could he be that cruel? Denying you would only mean denial for him too, he felt you best when you came for him.

Your skin was now bunched up under his nails, hips just divinely clawed to pieces while he forced himself into you, skin smacking yours so hard it hurt. You could scream, you could cry his name, but your throat burned, so dry from your desperation, your writhing around from his insane change of pace. “You feel so fucking perfect for me.” He kept your head pushed down into the mattress as if you even needed the direction in the first place, knowing you were unable to lift yourself out of fear you’d finish without his explicit permission. “So good for me, shit baby.” He drew his hips back, his throbbing cock releasing itself from you. You could only sigh into your sheets, awaiting his next move.

He twisted your hips, cock slapping against your back before he flipped you over. You hissed at the street light hitting your eyes through the window, having been plunged into darkness for the last however long he’d drilled into you. Time had seemingly escaped you as he had his way. “You okay angel?” You knew he cared, he was pent up, desperate to release himself in any way possible, sure, but he cared for you far more. He’d noticed your suffering, your thirst. You nod pathetically, attempting to lick over your bottom lip but groaning when the dry muscle produced nothing soothing for you. “Want some water?“ He could continue his fun afterwards at least; your comfort was more important.

You nod again, trying to lift yourself up, leaning back on your arms. He nods to himself, opening the door, leaving it wide open, heading into the bathroom to grab a cup with absolutely no shame, not that he’d needed any, no one was home, but the thought of someone finding you, sprawled out with your legs spread, dripping with sweat and naked like this? It was anxiety inducing, thought provoking and all kinds of perfect.

 When he walked back over, you couldn’t help but groan, eyes falling immediately to his hard on, he could control himself so well it was insane, you were wrecked, and he looked like he’d just began. “Enjoying the view?” He teased, bringing his spare hand down to run it over himself, down to the base, gripping his balls tightly then back up again. His confidence had returned. “Drink up, I miss you.” He missed being in you more like. He didn’t trust your shaking out reached hand to take the glass yourself, instead he tilted it down towards your lips, cupping under your chin to catch any droplets that escaped your pretty mouth. You gulped down the water, letting the coolness coat and soothe your aching throat, eyes closing to enjoy the replenishment.

“You good baby?” You nodded as firmly as you could. He nodded back subtly in agreement, acknowledging your response before placing the glass on your bedside drawers. He turned back to you, gripping your cheeks in his hands, pulling your face to his to meet him for a searing kiss. The way his tongue had darted inside your mouth, you’d have thought he was actively trying to absorb the moisture you’d just obtained. He gave you the wettest kiss, whimpering into your skin. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed you. He was done for when he kissed you. Everything in his body told him to take it easy, to show you how loving he could be, how you deserved him to be. He started tonight differently for a reason. You’d tested him and he didn’t deserve that, no, he didn’t deserve that at all. He knew what you deserved, a fuck so hard you’d never want to leave his side again, cock so good it’s all you think about day and night. Oh, he could give you that, he was certain of it.

“Lie back.” You did as you were told, too tired to do anything else. He pulled your legs apart, your hips cracking when he did, usually you’d laugh when it happened, he’d tease you for it, but no, not now, not when this was exactly what he wanted, your body reaching its limits because he decided so, because he owned you. Though you never doubted that. He slid his cock back inside of you while your mind had been elsewhere. You let out a gasp as his thumb came down to your beating clit, your hips lifting, back arching, he shoved you back into the mattress with a sharp thrust of his hips, drawing back before pulsing into you again and again. You were burning up from the inside out, your body coiling, changing, heat flooded between your bodies, he kept his eyes on you, and you, despite your exhaustion, had tried to do the same, keeping yours on his.

You saw his love right there, the flicker of concern for you when you barely warned him of your orgasm, how he’d pondered if it was too much for you to take but no, not when you clenched down on him so tightly that his nostrils flared, that his hips almost ceased all movements. Or that his finger nails that were digging into your spread thighs, were gripping you so tightly you’d have his crescent bruises for weeks. “Oh god, you fucking slut.” He whelped as you gushed out, splashing against him and he drove into you somehow faster than before, dragging your orgasm out, forcing the sensation to continue. He was so incredibly fascinated but not enough to show you mercy, not enough to slow him.

You were choking out a scream, the pits of your stomach filled with the intense upturning, oh you felt incredible, where you were on fire before, now you had been extinguished, you were cool, you were refreshingly cool, you were released, you were soaked. “God I’m gonna fucking cum.” He grunted, pissed that he had to finish so soon, that it had hit him out of nowhere, that you’d surprised him, after all of this time you’d shocked him to the core when you squirt all over his dick. If it wasn’t so fucking gorgeous he’d be desperate to receive that response again. Instead, he had to empty himself inside you, gripping your throat for dear life as he choked out your name, his eyes rolling back into his head, hips rolling into yours, fucking his seed further into you and for a second he’d thought about it, fucking into you till it took, till he knocked you up and wrote you off for good. God he could so easily allow it.

He pulled out, cum pouring from your hole, dripping from his cock onto the sheets beneath you. He sat back on his legs panting loudly, abs tensing and contracting as he came down, only he wasn’t coming down. He looked down to himself, dripping from sweat, cum and everything else you gave him, still solid, still ready. Your eyes too had fallen between his thighs. “Baby.” You moaned. He seemed amused. “What have you done to me?” He groaned, hand reaching down to tug at himself, surprisingly still sensitive despite his eagerness to continue. “Let me taste.” You asked sweetly. His eyes rolled back for a second, his brows furrowed as he contemplated the idea. “Please.” You pleaded.

He pondered it, first you fight him the way you did, in public no less and now you beg for more from him. You want to taste him, after all you’d already done. He was already seething from his release finding him too soon, he knew he wasn’t through with you, not even close, but it had been on his terms before, it had been his decision to take it further, to keep you punished and fucked out beyond belief. It wasn’t fair that this was your idea, wasn’t fair that his cock was twitching, pulsing in anticipation for your lips. His eyes sealed shut as he fought with himself, a slave to you just as much as you were to him. Your throat would have to do.

“Well, when you ask so nicely.” He breathed heavily, his orgasm had shattered him, they often did. He was surprised he’d managed a joke at all with the rate he was breathing. He crawled over to you regardless, his legs on either side of your chest, hands reaching down to cup at your neck but not before you opened your mouth, outstretching your tongue for him. His cock twitched at the black, hollowness of your throat. He shuddered above you. You almost whimpered for him, urging him to continue. He looked down into your desperate eyes, your cheeks hot and sticky from your sweat and tears, your eyes stinging from the excessive amount of liquid pooling beneath your lower lash line. You looked so gorgeous for him. You were effortlessly his wettest dream. He knew deep down how lucky he was to have you gagging for him like this and he’d thank whatever god there was that you were his to use like this but not now, after.

He gripped hard on your throat, opening his own mouth, gathering the saliva on his tongue, spitting it, dripping it down between you, a stringy mess drooping down onto your tongue. The moment it reached you, you whined for him, swallowing it down erotically. He didn’t have you waiting any longer, moving closer to your face, gripping his cock, letting the head rub over your tongue, that you’d kept still just for him. You tasted the saltiness of his cum mixed with the sweetness of your own and you needed more. Your throat had felt so disappointingly empty. You caught his eyes once more urging him to push himself inside you.

He dragged his head slowly from your mouth before pushing back in just a little further before pulling back again and repeating and repeating. His hands guiding himself so gently. You wrapped your tongue around his skin, smothering him with the wet, hot, skilful little tool. You teased over his slit, humming over him as you tasted a bead of cum slipping from it. His hips ground to a halt at the vibrations rushing around him. He couldn’t play fair if you were going to act like that. “Gonna fuck your throat.” He said, pushing himself in, no need to ask your permission, you could take it.

You felt tight, you felt like you couldn’t take it, like your throat would close up and force him out because you couldn’t possibly accommodate his pulsing erection. You gagged, your throat convulsing around him only pushing him to thrust his cock all the way in, filling you so well you didn’t even have the space to gag, he was packed in, no room to swallow around him. He revelled in your heat, in your grip, he stared down into your tearful eyes, you couldn’t keep them open as you fought to breathe against him. His pelvis was pushed so closely into your face that even your nose couldn’t take in the oxygen you’d been lacking from your mouth. You felt light-headedness, you felt your ears ringing, your vision blurring, your lover staring at you, eyes transfixed on you as you were anywhere else but in the room with him. Just as you felt yourself letting go, sinking into your sheets like the heaviest object on earth, he withdrew his cock from you allowing you to catch your breath before he plunged into you again.

Your hands gripped onto his thighs, returning the claw like favour he’d so willingly gifted unto you. “Thought I lost you there.” He teased. “Too scared to tell me it’s too much.” He’d barely brushed past your lips when he started to talk, you were so keen to prove him wrong, you lifted your head, your neck straining as you forced him down your throat yourself, moaning around his dick, withdrawing yourself just to surge forward again, sloppily letting yourself work his length while he continued to grip your neck, watching you in awe. How had he been so lucky to find you? You could take his worst and turn it back on him, taking control the minute, he wavered. You were so besotted with him, so obedient and obsessed that you couldn’t rest, you wouldn’t rest until his cock was drained of every last droplet of his essence. “My girl, so good for me.”

He started thrusting his hips to meet your head as it bobbed over him. “Good fucking slut, taking my dick.” His words were strong considering his wavering stamina. He was feeling the tightness of his dick, how his veins were pulsing, his cock warming, filling with his second release and this was far greater than the first. He never thought he’d ever be contemplating that in his life, that he was capable of such a thing. He’d heard that guys could have multiple orgasms but never once pictured himself being so lucky. But as your gorgeous lips groped over his length he was starting to believe he was capable of just about anything.

“Gonna fill your throat.” He grunted, grip tightening so hard on your neck that he felt his hands gripping his own cock through your skin, his bulging hard on so poorly contained inside of you, he could squeeze your throat and fuck into you, sending him to heaven, oh how you felt like heaven. It was enough, oh god it was enough for him to shoot his load inside of you, yelling out your name, as he dropped his head, his own chin pressing into his chest as he tried to remain calm. You pulled away, before plunging him deep again, straining every last pool of liquid he could spill from himself. When you’d finally released him from your mouth his eyes found yours, hazy and close to tears himself. Your heart was pounding against your chest, beneath him, hell he probably felt it.

He dragged his thighs away from you, kneeling beside your head briefly before he collapsed down on his back beside you, hands reaching out for you immediately. You desperately covered his body with your own, slinking between his legs, your arms crossing over his sternum, your chin resting against them watching him as his breaths were attempting to compose themselves. He stared out towards the ceiling, lost in the madness, the insane feeling that he’d never felt so incredible in his entire life.

“I fucking love you.” He lifted his head, dramatically groaning at the sight of you watching him, pupil’s dilated, full of adoration for the man beneath you. He hadn’t even winced as he said it, hadn’t felt the pressure or the nerves as he confessed it. It was time you knew. You’d barely registered it yourself; the words being so casually stated. He loves you. He fucking loves you to be precise.

You gawp at him with a full heart and soft eyes, because even after destroying you and your ability to function, to even walk across a room, you loved him too. You also felt fulfilled now that you’d pleased him and most of all you wanted to make sure he was okay because above anything else, you were his and you had to look after him like it. He pouted his lips at the lack of your response, fingers reaching to play with your hair, you nuzzled your head lazily into his hands, enjoying his nails scraping delicately over your scalp. Just because he loved you hard, didn’t mean he didn’t love you at all. He adored how he could be relentless and still you wouldn’t see him any differently. You took him in every way, accepted him as no other before you could. You should have seen the signs sooner. “I love you.” You closed your eyes, focusing on the tips of his fingers rubbing lightly over your skin, a relief washing over the both of you.

“Love you so much I can’t even think on my own.” You admit. He quirks a brow at that. “Oh yeah?” He pushed gently. Your fingers start to trace intricate swirls over his chest as you found your words. “You’re my every thought, all the time, every day. I just want to please you, every decision I make is seemingly dictated by you without you even being there.” He was fighting a smile at your exasperation, how you’d complained but secretly enjoyed the thought of it and he couldn’t deny that he’d felt the same. He loved that he’d infected you, he’d infiltrated your every waking moment because you had done the exact same to him. He couldn’t even take a breath without wishing his next would be in your presence. If he wasn’t living for you then he simply wasn’t living at all and he’d honestly not remembered how he’d managed before he met you, there was no way he could have continued an existence without you, he would surely have packed up and died without you ever coming into his life.

“I’m so drunk on you, so addicted baby, I don’t know if I can stop.” He forced his forehead against yours, a grin finding his features with ease, “you don’t ever have to come down from me.” He kissed your lips with enough pressure to tilt your head back. Your fingers tried to grasp at anything they could find to bring you back down to earth, sighing already as his nose was flattening against your own. They rest eventually around the chain clinging to his neck. You were surprised the metal had remained as cool to the touch as it was, finding it so hard not to acknowledge and feel accommodated by the jewellery wrapped around your hand. He chewed sweetly on your bottom lip before pecking you once more and releasing your mouth from his, grinning up at you with the dorkiest, most accomplished look lying awake on his face, you rocked his entire world.

“Wake me in a year.” He sighed, head flopping back into the sheets while you nestled comfortably into his chest, so close to finding slumber yourself but alas, all too aware of the stickiness between your legs. “Nuh uh, shower, sheets, bed.” He thrashed his arms around in a childish tantrum before resting them around you again. “They’re only gonna get dirty again anyways.” You glared down at him the best you could, he was completely right but there was still no way you were sleeping like this. “5 more minutes.” He pleaded, eyes drooping slightly while he spoke, he was almost angelic when he came down after sex, almost.

“No way, you’ll be dead to the world by 3, you get 1.” He didn’t even attempt to fight his case this time, he knew this was the only area where you’d be able to boss him around and get away with it so he let you have your moment of control, praying you yourself would fall asleep under the soft caressing of his fingertips before he had to force himself to move away from his comfortable position, weighed down by exhaustion and the woman of his dreams using him as her cushion. “Times up.” Your voice startled him awake as he’d been drifting. “Unbelievable,” he groaned.

[midnightsaboteur]

Open Starter

Calum Sterling - 33, heterosexual, intelligence analyst (1960s AU)

Written solely in beta editor

Connection Ideas - Student, fellow professor, teaching assistant, fwb, affair, randomer

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Calum had two personas about him - the studious history academic by day, and the man about town by night. With the Swinging Sixties in full force, the cultural revolution seeped even into Oxford’s hallowed halls, especially amongst the students who Calum taught. Well-respected and liked in equal measure, he was a regular at various university haunts in the city, whether pubs, bars or clubs. Of course, his students might not be so inclined to like him if they discovered his third persona - an intelligence analyst working for ‘the man’, or as it was in his case, MI6.  

In the aftermath of a night trawling across Oxford’s establishments, however, thoughts of his true work were far from Calum’s mind as he stirred from his sleep. His slumber was broken not by the morning sunlight or his hangover or an alarm but rather by the slow, affectionate rubbing of a hand across his bare chest. The hand belonged to his companion from the night before. Gradually, as their touch brought him more and more into consciousness, Calum groaned slightly and then sighed. With his eyes still closed, he murmured, “Two things… any coffee going? And do I smell like a Jameson distillery right now?”

[bleachedhallways]

things i’ve got in the works:

ashton x fiancée!reader. (requested!)

calum x fwb!reader.

vampire!luke x reader.

[hoodharlow]

i promise this is going somewhere but i just wanted to say that first before it started off so vulgar. anyway i get really horny right before my period starts but i never truly think about it until i'm bleeding and like oh ya that makes sense. ANYWAY i keep thinking about mena and cal in the same situation where she's making him make her cum like 3/4 times every time she's about to start her period and one day calum's like "oh do you have tampons and pads? i'm at the store already picking up groceries" and she's like "uhmm i don't know? i think i have some pads?" so calum's like "okay! i'll grab a few of both before i come over" but she's still so confused. then calum gets home and nico runs over to mami mena making grabby hands at her and instantly she picks her up but questions cal about the tampons/pads and he's like "well yesterday you made me go 2 rounds back to back and i..." he stopped bc nico was still there and said "plus i ate dessert after, so you're about to start your days. you always get like this, i'm not complaining! just making sure you're set" and she was too stunned to speak.. completely overwhelmed by the idea that this man knew her like the back of his own hand and got extremely turned on right there... anyway i need a man like that😭

ANON HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS PLANNING ON MAKING CAL AND MENA FWB (like they wait until after this christmas)

but even before they become fwb they just get each other and cal knows when she's on her period lol that also how he knows he got her pregnant with hood baby #2 laskjdksal

omg yes, the one time he's at target with nico, cal stocks up on the goods (condoms and mena's pads/tampons) becase mena is on set and cal has nothing better to do. nico, fortunately, doesn't see the condoms so she doesn't ask about them but she does see the tampon box. so cal has to explain to his toddler what pads and tampons are but he just says that her mami mena gets tummy aches and needs them. nico forgets about it bc cal buys some ice cream pints bc mami mena would riot if she doesn't have her expensive dulce de leche ice cream and nico takes advantage gets her fave paletas de fresa and her hot cheetos (yes nico eats hot cheetos). but when they get home mena is 😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺 bc she's v emo that cal thought of her and nico is like "mami okay?" and mena just nods and hugs her. then nico goes to watch teen titans (the og cartoon). cal literally comforts mena and they make out in the walk in pantry so nico doesn't see them lol

oh and he also gets her midol bc she gets bad cramps.

[wontlastimokwiththat]

Not me seeing a girl I “know” in the hotel with calum in London. Isn’t he still with Brandy?

This would be a question for a theory blog and I am certainly not that.

However, I’ve heard rumors that they both sleep around with other people and both are okay with it. So I, personally, think they’re either just FWB or in a poly relationship

[milflewis]

what are your wips? i need an entire overview actually

ok lol i have way too many so i put them under the cut. and these aren’t even the wips i’m writing to answer the prompts you guys sent

pacific rim au

you and me? you and me - valewis fic spanning all of 2021

you are enough. just you. here with me - sequel to this that’s set in 2022

mick has the last braincell. except when it comes to calum - a crack fic spinoff from the prev two fics where mick tries to explain to guanyu who has fucked who on the grid

genderbent slagclaren

when my hand is a fist, you open it and put yours in mine - makkinen fic

ferwis as teammates in merc now au

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it be love - lewis/charles/pierre getting together fluff fic

serial killer nando ferwis au

sewis seb retirement fic

valewis a/b/o fic

lewierre hanahaki fic

are you afraid of me? - sewis spy au

valewis fwb

5 times george wore dan’s clothes + 1 time dan wore george’s clothes

valewis teachers au

sewis fnf

driver yuki and engineer pierre au

ferrari calum and merc mick schulott au

sense8 au

blewis the martian au

pierre teaches yuki how to model fic

lewis flirts with seb by commenting on his posts through roscoe’s instagram fic

slagclaren threesome fic

sewis yukierre hunger games au

georgierre try to set up slagclaren and dantteri and accidentally end up fake dating

yukierre fake marriage fic

our mysterious failure to die - seb/charles/lewis porn with feelings fic

yukierre enemies to lovers

mewis surfing fic

ask me anything about my fics

[daydadahlias]

If 5SOS were to read your fics which one do you think they would like the most?

Oh my god the worst question ever aaaaa the thought of 5sos perceiving the stuff I write abt them is so horrifying BUT ALSO what a good question. I think it depends. Are we looking at this from, like, ~a literature~ perspective or a “im reading fiction about me and my best friends” because that will change my answer. If we’re looking at this from the perspective of the guys actually reading my work and acknowledging it’s about themselves, I think they’d be most comfortable the Craft Club universe because it’s very innocent and they could make fun of it and also agree passionately with all my descriptions of Ashton’s bulging biceps.

If we’re looking at this from, like, a story perspective alone—as in, what kind of fic would 5sos read if they were in the fandom and just casual ao3 browsers… uh

I think Ashton might like Paint Me or Fine Print because they’re both fairly flowery and symbolic and he’s into that shit. I bet he eats up nature imagery like a monster. And if he was reading on ao3, he’d want something with super winded gratuitous descriptions of art.

I think Calum would be into the Ask For More series because if he were reading on ao3 for fun I bet he’d like angsty smut. I don’t think he’d go around reading pwp or kinky stuff but I think he values how stories can be told through intimacy and how love can be expressed in that way, y’know? Using Wildflower’s lyrics as my source for that. He loves the fwb tag.

I think Michael would like either Bug’s Life or This December because I bet if he were reading on ao3 his favorite fics would be some cute little friends to lovers one-shots. I feel like he’s the kind who would cuddle up with a 10-20k oneshot at, like, 2 in the morning. He would die for the mutual pining tag.

I think Luke also likes a friends to lovers fic but he also probably wants some drama and forbidden relationships. So maybe Over Break or Scene 14 because I think he would like some comedy or slutty humor. I don’t think he’d really mind smut all that much but I think he’d skim it. Betting he’s a big fan of the fake dating or secret relationship tag.

[candyheartharry]

Fall Apart - Part II: Bewitched

Author’s note: Hi dolls! 💘 Sorry it took me forever to get the second part up and ready, it took a while to get some inspiration for it, but of course as soon as I got it, I had it done in one day lol. Once again our series playlist can be found here, and if you’d like to be added to the tag list at the end drop me a message and let me know, feedback is EXTREMELY appreciated, happy reading ✨ PART I

Although you and Calum had shared friends, it wasn’t until the two of you started spending more time together that these two groups began to intertwine, but it was going to be just you while he and the band were all around the world on a small promo tour. You’d kept up with him a little while he was away, receiving occasional texts and snapchat videos from wherever he was, usually either a nice picture of the scenery or a video of him and the other guys doing something funny.

It had been a little while since he was away, and you really weren’t too sure when he was supposed to be back due to a few commitments they hadn’t quite confirmed before they left, so the most he could give you before he left was a two week window on when he might possibly be back home again.

In the meantime, one of your friends who worked for an art museum downtown had invited you to an early preview party for a new temporary exhibition that was opening at the museum, so since you had nothing better to do on a Wednesday evening, you got dressed up enough to try to not look out of place among donors to the museum and fancy people who had memberships. Since she worked there she had to be there early, so you were going to be arriving by yourself and meeting her there. As you made your way through the entrance after presenting your guest pass card to the attendant at the welcome desk, you promptly made your way to the bar to help yourself to your one complimentary drink of the evening.

You had tried texting your friend to let her know you were there, but knew that since this was technically a work event for her it might be a little while before she could respond and come say hello. Until then, you decided to take a look around the exhibit that everyone had come to see. Since it was an early preview, it was obviously packed full of people who you never would’ve imagined yourself at a party with. Many people who were leading discussions in small groups crowded around the ornate frames on the wall gave off the obvious vibes that they were professors of some sort, mostly due to their use of words like “tone”, “depth”, and conversations about color choices. Others seemed like doctors, or lawyers, or stockbrokers, or maybe multi-million dollar luxury real estate agents who had so much money they decided to make very large annual donations to the museum in the name of charitable giving. There were of course others who you could tell were just membership holders out for a nice evening, and now that you think about it, you were a little surprised you hadn’t run into any of your other friends, assuming that you weren’t the only one your friend Cora who worked there had invited.

After a while of doing your best to see what types of painting and small sculptures were in this new exhibit over everyone else crowded closely around them, you still hadn’t heard from your friend, so you decided to take a break from listening to conversations about “what this shade of blue here means versus the other shade of blue in this area” and made your way out of the gallery over to the elevators that brought you upstairs earlier. Once you entered the glass elevator, you decided on going up one level to the contemporary floor. When the doors opened one floor above, there was instantly a difference in the atmosphere, not just because this area felt more spacious and open, and the pieces were much larger and not in ornate gold frames, but the first room of the gallery was completely empty with the exception of two security guards who welcomed you once they realized they were no longer alone.

After admiring a few pieces near the entrance, you followed a distant noise across the first room into the next to see where it was coming from. The only sound in the otherwise quiet gallery came from a massive mountain of speakers stacked from the floor to the ceiling, playing very quietly, but playing slightly ominous music overlapped with a few various sound effects and dialogue from movies and TV shows every now and then. Something about how gigantic and illusive this mountain of speakers was drew you in, and you found yourself wanting to stop and listen rather than explore the rest of the empty gallery. Of course, since the gallery was empty due to everyone else being downstairs, the bench across from this colossal structure was empty as well. You decided to take up a seat across from the speakers and recorded a quick video of the scene for your Instagram story. After posting, you put your phone away in the small clutch purse you brought, and decide to enjoy the peace and quiet compared to the party full of people you don’t know that you had just left.

It was nice in its own way, the quiet accented by the almost white noise coming from the speakers. It should be unsettling, but it was almost calming. Something about it felt like it was putting you in a trance, it was something so monumental, it almost felt like it had a secret that if you watched and waited long enough it would let you in on what it knew.

“Mind if I join you?” a familiar voice interrupts your from your thoughts. You look up to your right to see Calum grinning down at you, dressed in a black and white striped shirt that looked very nice on him, and a drink in his own hand. “Oh my god, Calum, hi!” you exclaimed while you instantly broke into a smile of your own after you realized who it was speaking, and rushed to set your drink down on the bench to your left before turning back to open your arms up to him.

He accepted your invitation into your open arms, starting out for a hug before he was even properly seated yet, both of your arms wrapping around his broad back and he squirmed to set his drink next to yours behind your back so he didn’t spill it on you. Once his hands were free they wrapped carefully around you, pulling you closer into him.

“Oh my god, you’re the last person I ever expected to be here, when did you get back?!” you ask once you both pull apart.

“I got back pretty late yesterday! Did you come with anybody else?” he asks as he leans around behind you for the two drinks, handing yours back to you as he holds onto his own.

“No, it’s just me. I didn’t know anybody downstairs so I just came up here,” you told him. It was still just the two of you in the gallery with the speakers, which have gotten his attention. The backing track its playing almost sounds like music that should be playing in a horror movie when the antagonist is introduced, but the overlapping track is a scene from Pride and Prejudice.

“Damn, what’s the first song you’d want to play on these if you got to pick?” he asks, turning to you before he takes a sip of his drink. You look away from him and back up at the towering mountain of speakers across from you both and think about your answer.

“Are we choosing loud songs or sad songs?” you ask, needing to narrow down what type of answer he wants to know.

“Well my answer is by Cigarettes After Sex, so pick something different for variety’s sake.”

“Can I be super cliché and go with The Less I Know The Better, Tame Impala. You said your band, but what’s your song?” you ask, shifting your position a little so that you’re facing him a little more.

“Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby,” he replies, and even though it’s just the name of the song, for some reason hearing the way he says ‘baby’ gives you chills.

“So what brings you up to the contemporary floor in the first place? Didn’t want to hang out with all the art critics downstairs?” you ask to change the subject. “Oh, you posted on your Instagram, so I came to find you,” he replies casually, sending your heart into your throat, so you take a sip of your drink to try to calm down. “Plus some of the Picasso’s downstairs looked like they could’ve also been villains on Courage the Cowardly Dog, so,” he adds with a shrug, making you laugh.

Neither of you said anything for a moment, even though there was so much you both wanted to say. He wanted to tell you every detail about his time away: the cities they went to, the people they got to meet, how he spent time with his mother which made him feel the most like himself he had felt in a while, but he probably wouldn’t tell you about how about halfway into the trip he realized he missed you a little more than he normally missed his friends when he was away. You wanted to ask him all about what he saw in the countries he had left, he always had such a more interesting life than you did, but that wasn’t all you wanted to talk about. You wanted to tell him about how mundane your life was here back at home while he was gone, and that the most interesting thing you had done was meet up with an old friend from your hometown who was passing through on a business trip. You wanted to tell him how ever since he had been gone, you had been hearing his new song on the radio nearly every time you started your car, so it almost felt like his way of saying hello even when he wasn’t around. You wanted to tell him how the barista at the coffee shop inside the bookstore you both liked had asked where your friend was the last time you went, and how you realized you actually felt kind of lonely when you told her that he was out of town. Instead you both just sat in the silence for a little while more, and listened to the mountain of speakers play a scene from the 1996 Romeo and Juliet overlapped with organ music that sounds like it could be in a haunted house.

“I missed you,” he admits after a moment’s silence. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that his left hand is resting on the bench in the space between you two, and when he feels you noticed it he moves his hand ever so slightly closer towards you almost in an invitation that he wants you to take it.

“Sorry, I cant help it that I’m just so charming,” you tease him, nudging him with your shoulder, which makes him laugh and shake his head. When he stops laughing and is just smiling softly at you still, you place your hand on top of his.

“I missed you, too,” you continue more seriously, giving him a soft smile of your own. “The stripes are a nice look, by the way,” you add after not so subtly checking him out. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look fucking amazing, but telling him that word for word would very likely get to his head.

He slides his hand out from underneath yours to properly hold your hand now, leaning down to place his drink on the floor before he guides you to stand up from the bench you had been seated at. “Do you want do dance with me?” he asks once you both are standing.

“Calum, this is literally a sample of a Pink Floyd song and dialogue from Titanic,” you try to oppose, setting your own now empty glass on the bench where you had been sitting. Instead, he guides you into a twirl while he shrugs his own shoulders.

“I know what I said,” he continues, reaching for your other hand and pulling you in so that you both are standing with your elbows bent and your joined hands are level with his chest, so close that if you were to let go you could reach out and touch him, but you knew better than to give in so you kept them safely joined in his in the space between you both.

In the daytime, the gallery is lit up from the natural lighting that the skylights allow, but in the evening, the darkness casts an inky blue across the room, with just a little light coming from the moon and from the occasional spotlights that illuminate certain pieces of the artwork.

“You’re supposed to say that I look nice too, you know,” you playfully point out as Calum guides you both around in a circle in the empty gallery in front of the speakers. He grins down at you before he extends his arm and lets go of your hand to guide you into a twirl again. After he spins you around he doesn’t join both your hands again, and places his free hand on your waist to pull you just a touch closer than you were standing before.

“You know I always think you look nice,” he replies. ‘Nice’ isn’t the word he wants to use, he wants to use amazing, incredible, entrancing, beautiful, captivating, but just ‘nice’ will have to do for now. Distance must have made you both a little bolder, because this evening there seems to have been an unspoken, but mutually recognized tension between you two. Staring into his eyes is almost too intense, even more so once you catch him looking away to glance at your lips for a moment, so you look away yourself to admire another piece in the gallery across the room.

You notice you’ve been in the gallery for so long now that the track on the speakers has looped back to the beginning, when you hear the same scene from Pride and Prejudice playing again. “You have bewitched me, body and soul,” is the first line you notice has started playing back, and you notice as well that Calum has started to look around the room at the other art. You take the moment to admire how he looks in the shadows of the darkness, searching to see if he’s any different now than when you left him. His hair looks like it was recently cut a little shorter, and he’s gone back to black instead of a silvery blonde. You’ve always thought the contrast of the two reminded you of night and day, and now he’s gone back to night.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul,” repeats again, now mixed over the bridge of a Lana Del Rey song you both like. He notices the song and meets your gaze again. He almost asks why you’re staring, but lets it slide in hopes you’ll return the favor eventually and let him do the same someday without questions. This time he’s the one who notices your gaze down to his lips, seeing if his smile still starts on the same side of his mouth that you remember.

He inches his face just a little closer to yours, embracing the boldness he seems to have found in the time he was gone. “Hey,” he says softly in attempt to get your attention. Your eyes flash back up to his, and he notices how where you’re standing allows you to be lit up perfectly in the moonlight.

“Sorry to interrupt, but it’s unfortunately time to call it a night. Everything wrapped up downstairs a little while ago,” a security guard announces from the archway, causing you to both nearly jump out of your skin in surprise. “Okay, thank you,” Calum nods to the guard. He drops his hand from your waist and takes a few steps back to the bench to pick up your discarded cups. You reach for your clutch purse and hold it in both hands in front of you, following his lead back to the elevators once he asks if you’re ready.

He throws away the cups in a trashcan by the doors after pressing the call button, and shoves his hands into his pockets while you wait. When the doors open, he extends an arm in gesture for you to enter first, and he follows behind before pressing the button for the main floor. In the process, you notice the time on the silver watch on his wrist reads that it’s nearly 11:00 PM, meaning you and him must’ve been up there alone for nearly an hour and a half, and neither of you had realized. You press your back against the glass to try to ground yourself again after whatever that was between you that had just happened back upstairs. He doesn’t turn to you, and instead stays just a step ahead with his back facing you the entire short ride four floors down.

“Did you drive yourself or do you want a ride?” he asks as you two exit the building through the lobby. You both fall in step side by side across the courtyard outside. “Oh, no, it’s fine, I drove myself. Did you park in the deck across the street?” you ask in return.

“Yeah, I’m over in that one, Cora gave me a pass for a reserved spot on the first level with my invite, did she give one to you too?” he replies, referring to your friend who had invited you both in the first place, and ended up never seeing the entire night. You nod in reply as you both make your way to the crossing. You had thought for a moment upstairs he might’ve been about to kiss you or say something at least before you were interrupted, but if he was going to act like everything was normal, so were you.

As you make your way into the parking deck across the street, you notice your cars are both just a few spaces apart from each other. You both stop in the empty spaces between to say goodbye before going your separate ways. “Let me know when you want to get coffee at the bookstore again, it’s been too long since I’ve been able to go,” he says after a moment.

“I’m ready whenever you want to go! The girl who always rings us up was asking about you the last time I was there,” you tell him, which makes him smile. It’s always nice to hear the home misses him just as much as he misses home whenever he’s away.

After you get your keys out of your purse, he holds open his arms to wrap you in a hug before you go, and you step into the space you’ve missed so much while he was gone. You close your eyes as he buries his head against your neck, pulling you in for the most proper hug you’ve had in a long time. You don’t realize it at the time, but the last time you’ve felt so secure and safe while wrapped in someone’s arms was his own the last time you saw him at his house the day before he left for the airport.

“Get home safe,” he requests, rubbing his hand across your shoulders before he lets go. You still feel so electrified from whatever sort of trance you both must’ve fell under in front of the speakers earlier that you can’t let him leave before giving a quick, still friendly and as casual as you can make it kiss to his cheek before you step away from him. You tried to act as if was an old habit between you both, your usual routine whenever you part ways, but you’ve never kissed his cheek before, and you both know it no matter how hard you try to not acknowledge it. Once you’ve stepped back, he doesn’t know what to say, and all he can do is blink at you for a moment.

“Be safe, I’ll see you soon. Let me know once you get home,” he requests again in attempt to snap himself out of it while he takes a step backwards towards his own car. You nod and ask him to do the same, heading around to the driver’s side of your own car in the process. Once you’re both safely in your own cars, you give each other a quick wave from the window before you go your separate ways.

You were all he could think about while he was gone, and now that he’s back it seems that you’ll be all he thinks about while he’s home as well.

tag list: @yessii-i @rexorangecouny @calssunflower @notsooperfect @outofmylimitcal @ayee-style @madbomb

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Including Crystal And Sierra Masterlist

Are You My Mommy? (ao3) - boomerluke luke/ashton M, 121k

Summary

"Are you my mommy?" "Do I look like a mommy to you, kid?"

Or the one where Luke finds out that his one night stand Ashton Irwin has a freaking kid.

Fine Print - @daydadahlias​​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton, past luke/calum M, 61k

Summary: If Michael says Ashton Irwin will be a good bodyguard then sure, Luke will put his money on Ashton being a good bodyguard. Besides, all Luke needs is a shadow. So what if he doesn’t like him?

Who ever cared about liking their shadow anyway?

or the one where Luke is a heartbroken solo artist who can't sleep and Ashton is his less-than-enthusiastic bodyguard

i don't wanna dive too deep or i'm never comin' back (ao3) - tutorgirl luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 22k

Summary: luke goes to the gym for the first time and unexpectedly meets the most beautiful boy he's ever seen.

I Still Reach For You - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) calum/ashton E, 11k

Summary: In which Calum breaks off the FWB-arrangement he and Ashton have had for the last two and a half years, and neither of them cope with it particularly well.

Lies I Feed Myself (ao3) - Grace_Williams michael/calum, michael/crystal, luke/sierra T, 26k

Summary: Michael should be grateful he found out he was an omega when he did. Sure he was 24, which, given he went through puberty early, is so astonishingly late he had accepted he was a beta. Still, it was in the middle of the pandemic. (Though technically speaking, not the middle, actually closer to the start). It was an ideal time to find out he was an omega, all things considered.

or the story where Michael finds out he’s an omega long past when he should’ve, makes some irresponsible decisions, and is then forced to rethink every emotion he’s ever felt about Calum while lying in a hospital bed

Love Like This (ao3) - moonzafi michael/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Being the only female in a all male band is hard, but being the drummer in said band, is even harder.

But Ashley wouldn't change it for the world.

Quarantined (ao3) - Livislover michael/calum, luke/ashton, luke/sierra T, 12k

Summary: Ever since quarantine, Luke and Ashton haven't gotten to see each other. This isn't an AU. Luke already likes Ashton and Malum are secretly seeing each other. It's a love fest with some break ups.

Risky Risqué - @daydadahlias​​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton, michael/crystal E, 22k

Summary: It's only his freshman year in college and Luke is having too many problems. One, he can barely afford to feed himself. Two, the junior in the dorm next door has way too pretty hazel eyes and keeps offering to make him dinner.

Or, the one where Luke needs a job to pay his tuition and ends up getting one as a phone sex operator.

Rules of Improv (ao3) - babushcat (MerrytheCookie) luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: He wishes he were more confrontational, wishes he weren’t too anxious to cause a proper scene and throw a drink in this guy’s face instead of smiling politely and gritting his teeth, and most of all he wishes Calum would look at his damn phone and see the multiple S.O.S texts he’s been sending and get him the hell out of this situation.

or, The one where Luke is on a bad date and his waiter comes to his rescue.

Scene 14 - @daydadahlias​​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton, michael/crystal, roy/calum, kaykay/sierra E, 128k

Summary: It's one of the first lessons you learn. There’s a difference between performing and acting.

Actors are intellectuals; they’re poets with their expression and the way their voices hit the air. Performers, by comparison, are children, ignorant and too bright for their own good. No one wants to admit to being only a performer. If you’re anyone worth anything, you want to be an actor.

And Luke is not an actor, but Ashton is.

Or, the one where Luke hates Ashton but has to pretend to be in love with him for five months for his acting final except for the fact that maybe he isn't pretending anymore.

the 1 (ao3) - The_Lady michael/luke G, 588

Summary: Luke persists and resists the temptation to ask him; if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?

Tidal Wave - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/ashton E, 127k

Summary: A story about figuring out how to handle the difficulties life throws at you, on your own and with the help of loved ones.

unmute (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) luke/ashton, michael/crystal M, 21k

Summary: In 2011, Luke Hemmings met Ashton Irwin for the first time. In 2020, he told the world they’re married. This is the story of everything that happened in between.

Writer's Round (ao3) - Somereallybadfanfic luke/ashton, michael/calum G, 5k

Summary: “I’ve got it! We just had someone drop from our writers' rounds group, and we’re having people send in applications to fill the spot. Luke- you have to apply.” Sierra excitedly bounces in her seat as she puts the pieces together.

“Hell no, not a fucking chance.” Luke instantly says, thumping his hands onto the tabletop. “Not in a million years, Sierra, not happening."

or, Luke has never played music in front of anyone before, Calum and Sierra unknowingly team up to get him a spot in a writers' round, and Ashton may have a new reason to like working the night shifts.

you say you didn't know, i wonder why you didn't ask? (ao3) - hideforalifetime michael/luke T, 14k

Summary: Luke and Michael have been best friends since elementary school, moving out of the country all alone, but together for college, getting through all the highs and lows of adulting together. There’s never been a person who knows them that doesn’t refer to them as “Luke and Michael”. Always paired, and if one’s without the other, questions are immediately asked. Hell, some people automatically assume they’re dating, and he hurriedly corrects them. But deep down, Luke doesn’t want to. He doesn’t know when his brain made the transition of looking at Michael as a friend to someone he’d want as more than a friend, but it’s true. Sometimes, when he stares at Michael’s choppy, often dishevelled blue hair, he feels like-

[cal-puddies]

stuck || calum hood

next part of cigarette smut... as if you have to ask... and we have story development! Thoughts and feedback????

Cal hates it, he hates that Ashton has been talking about how good you look, and hates that you seem to be nervous for the date.

He also hates that you’ve been under the weather. He’d seen you, you hadn’t been able to keep down food, despite a slight glow you seemed to have. He was happy to cuddle you for the time being though.

-I think I should cancel, I still don’t feel good. You text Calum.

-you’ve been waiting a long time for this.

-the idea of eating is making me nauseous.

Cal doesn’t text you back after that.

But 45 minutes later, Ash has picked you up for dinner and your sat across the table from him. He orders a beer and you stick to water since you’d been so sick.

Your stomach turns as you look over the menu and he ends up just taking you home.

“I’m so sorry Ash.” You say in the car on the way home.

“No reason to apologize. I knew you weren’t feeling well. We can reschedule.” He assures, lightly gripping your knee. “Do you want me to hang out for a little while?”

“Honestly, up to you. You didn’t get to eat. God Ash, I feel terrible.” You groan and bring your hand to your stomach. “Maybe you should just go… not to be rude, but I don’t want you catch whatever this is.”

“That’s fair, will you let me know if you need anything? I can swing by.” He asks as he pulls in the driveway. You nod in agreement and he gets out to walk you to your door.

You curl up in bed and fall asleep in the clothes you wore out, only to be woken by Duke jumping on your bed and giving you kisses.

“Those are my kisses son.” Cal giggles, standing in the doorway to your room. “Ash is bummed, he just left my place. You doing ok?” Cal asks.

“Yeah, I just… like I told you… got nauseated looking at the menu and I couldn’t take it. All I could smell was his beer and it made me so sick.”

Cal comes and lays on the bed next to you, “maybe you should go to the doctor. I don’t know if I’ve ever even seen you sick.”

“It doesn’t happen often.”

“See I thought you were starting your period, your tits are bigger and you’ve had the attitude with me lately, and I figured it’s about time, I feel like it’s been awhile since we’ve had endless shower sex.” He admits with a smirk.  

Your face contorts, “what do you mean my tits are bigger? Why would you even notice that?”

“I spend a lot of time worshipping your tits. What do you mean how do I know they’re bigger?” He scoffs, and you knew he was right.

“You make a valid point… are you going to stay?” You ask, shifting to sit up.

“Duke and I thought we’d keep you company, yeah.” He smiles at you, pressing a kiss briefly to your lips.

“You’re not like… super bummed the date with Ash was cancelled, are you?” It’s slightly accusatory.

“You know I have to say no, right? Like I know I said no strings but it’s not like I’m seeing or fucking anyone else. I like what we do. I like that it’s you… so no, I wasn’t thrilled that he asked you out.”

“I gave you the chance to say that.” You point out, climbing out of bed to change.

“I know.” He nods. “I didn’t feel like it was my place.” He explains. Cal pulls you to his lap and presses his lips to yours.

You could almost feel the shift in your relationship at that moment.

“You know I’m gonna feel like an asshole if we have sex when I’m supposed to be out with Ash.” You whisper.

“You know I don’t give a fuck.” He mentions back. “C’mon baby girl, you’re gonna have me here all night and you’re gonna tell me you don’t want me?”

“F’course I want you.” You whisper back, pressing your lips to his.

Cal bucks his hips hard up into yours. “Good, you’re getting me. I know you like the way I feel inside you. I know how wet it makes you when when I bite your collarbone and suck your nipples.” He says huskily.

You let out a low moan into Calum’s mouth. “Cal.” You groan.

“I wanna spank you, since you’re a naughty little thing, push your face in the mattress while I take you from behind.” He groans, lips and teeth working on your neck.

“Is that how tonight’s gonna go?” You challenge.

Cal pulls off your neck, and he looks at you. He swipes his thumb across your lips, “Yeah princess, I think it is.” He smirks. “One of these days you’re gonna whimper and beg to cum, but it won’t be tonight, my love. Just gonna use you a bit.”

“And when I’m begging to cum, are you ‘daddy’?” You smirk.

“Guess we’ll figure it out when we get there… get naked for me baby.” You slip off his lap and pull the T-shirt over your head. “Bra, princess, let me see those tits.”

“Yes, sir.” You say, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor.

Cal makes grabby hands at you and you go to him. He pulls you tight against him as his lips carefully brush your nipples and he starts to tease you.

He gets you on your hands and knees and gets behind you. “I bet you look so good with hand prints on your ass.” He groans, rubbing over your ass and the backs of your thighs.

“Fuck Calum… this is my favorite.” You whimper.

“You’re getting so wet just from the idea of me spanking you. Feel how wet you are princess.” His fingertips slide through your wet folds. “Mmm, you want me to spank you, don’t you princess?”

“So. Bad.” You whimper.

“I’ve wanted you like this, wasn’t sure how you’d take it. But I shoulda known, you’re naughty.” He delivers the first spank, and it’s sharp and hard, it stings.

But you moan, “again Cal.”

“Who’s in charge princess?” He asks.

“You are, daddy.” You moan.

Hearing you call him daddy goes straight to his cock, and you let out a little whimper as his hand hits the other cheek. Cal keeps it up to ten, each of your whimpers making him harder. He teases your clit, coating two of his fingers in your juices and then taps them to your lips. “You should see how red your ass is.” He praises while you clean his fingers. “Taste good princess?”

“I can feel it… and not as good as you taste.” You swirl your tongue around the tips of his fingers and he pulls them from your lips with a soft moan.

He wraps his hand around his cock, pumps it a couple times and then grabs your hip, “your pussy is always so inviting.” He compliments, swiping the head of his cock through your folds. His fingers tighten on your hip as you let out a moan. He bottoms out in you, his balls pressed firmly against your clit. “Show daddy how bad you want it.” He quickly smacks your ass again, and then you start to work yourself against him. “Fuck that’s it princess, take my cock.”

“Fuck me daddy.” You whimper.

Cal slides his hand up your back and then wraps his hand around your shoulder and really starts to fuck you. His hand slips from your shoulder, down to your elbow and he grabs your arm and twists it behind your back, pushing your face into the bed. “This what you wanted?” He gruffs.

You wanna answer, you wanna scream ‘yes’, but you can’t, his cock feels too good and you can’t form words.

Cal chuckles, because he knows. He knows exactly where you are right now. “You’ve gotta ask to cum princess.” He coos.

“Mmm...mph...mph.” You moan and whimper.

“What’s that princess? You’re close, I can feel it.” He antagonizes.

“C...ca….Cal….” you whimper, the force and speed of his hips was something you’d never experienced before and if you had to define getting fucked, this would be it.

Cal’s hand comes down on your ass hard. “What was that princess? Who am I?” He delivers another sharp smack and your body jolts forward. “Ya know… your ass is so pretty, all red like this.” He lets go of your arm and both hands grip tightly to your hips. “Fuck I’m so close.”

“Da… dad… dy… daddy.” He let’s go of one hip and uses that hand to wrap around you and start rubbing your clit. “NO!” You squeal.

“Who you tellin no?” Cal asks, rubbing harder.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy… let me cum, please, I need to cum, you feel so good… I can’t hold it. Please let me cum.” You beg, whimpering.

“I dunno princess.” He accentuates it with a hard thrust. “You think you deserve it?”

“Daddy please!” You cry out. Cal can hear the desperation in your voice and he loves it.

“I think you need to ask again.” His hips slow down a bit, “daddy’s about to cum princess.”

“P… p… please let me cum daddy.” You whimper. Cal knows that’s it now, you’re done.

“Alright princess cum for me, cum all over my cock.” He coaxes, and you let go immediately, letting out a loud moan. Cal immediately fills you with his cum. “So fucking good, baby girl. Daddy is proud.” He groans, completely emptying himself inside you. “Mmmk baby girl, daddy’s gonna pull out and get a towel. You can’t drip any cum before then. Do you understand?” He asks. One hand rubbing up and down your back gently.

“Mmhmm.” You mumble into the bed.

Cal pulls out slowly, and then you clamp your thighs together and cross your ankles. You feel the bed shift as Calum leaves you.

He comes back quickly, placing the towel next to you, “on your back baby girl.” You roll over onto the towel, “spread em baby, lemme see.” You unhook your ankles and spread your thighs, allowing his cum to drip out of you. Cal is situated between your thighs. His lips caress the inside of your knee as his fingers gently rub at your clit. You let out a little whimper and reach for his wrist, but his other hand stops you. “You ever squirt baby?”

“No.” You shake your head.

Cal meets your eyes as his fingers move further down to your entrance. “I think we could make you for me.” He pushes two fingers in and curls them just right. He knows exactly where your spot is after months of hooking up. You shiver immediately. “What do you think princess? Think you would if daddy tried?” He watched you shrug, “I think you can.” His free hand comes down on your lower stomach as his fingers repeatedly curl into your g-spot. You whimper again, the feeling isn’t one you're used to, but all of a sudden you feel very full. “Let it go princess. You can do this for me. I know you can.”

“Calum!” You cry out as you start to squirt, soaking his hand and forearm. You continue to whimper, balling your hands in the sheets.

“That’s it princess.” He praises, fingers slowing down, lips and teeth pressing against the inside of your knee. He slowly pulls his fingers out and he admires your heaving chest and your legs spread open for him, knowing you’ll take pretty much anything he’ll give you. “You’re so good.” He praises, carefully using the towel to dry you up. He moves and hovers over you. His lips press gently to yours at first, but you hungrily kiss him back and he matches your intensity. “I’m gonna run us a bath. You stay here and relax.”

Cal comes back and easily lifts you, carrying you to the bathroom. He sets you on your feet and then he gets in, holding his arms out for you. You climb in and fit yourself against him, your back to his chest, between his thighs. His arms wrap around your waist. “You were so good baby.” He whispers against your ear. “Took my cock and my fingers so well.” His lips press softly to your skin and you rest your hands on top of his at your waist.

“Thought I wasn’t begging to cum tonight.” You mention.

“You weren’t my love, not until you called me ‘daddy’, then I couldn’t help myself.” He admits.

You hum, “I’ll call you daddy more if that’s what it gets me…” you chuckle, you turn your head slightly and your lips meet Cal’s.

“You’re probably gonna be sore angel.” He mentions.

“I already am.” You chuckle. “It’s ok though. My tits were already sore. My body seems to just be mad at me, it just makes sense to make the rest of me sore too.”

“You seemed to really like me spanking you.” He pointed out.

“Are you kidding? I loved it. I’d love for you to do it again.” You explain, nuzzling your nose against his.

He chuckles lightly. “I’m kinda hungry, do you think you could eat?”

“I’m pretty sure I have to after the way you just fucked me.”

Cal watches as you pull a clean pair of underwear on, he presses himself against you, “your ass is still so red.” He whispers in your ear. He uses both hands to grab it and you let out a little moan.

“Careful or I’m gonna want round two.” You groan.

Cal cuddles with you on the couch, he’s pressed against the couch, you’re pressed against him, and Duke is curled up pressed to you, so Cal can drape his arm around you and pet Duke.

The next week you’re off to a doctors appointment, you hadn’t gotten better, and after the conversation with Calum about the lack of endless shower sex, as you’d both become accustomed to during that week, you knew you had to.

You check your phone as you’re walking into your gyno’s office. You couldn’t believe you had to do this, she’d told you just a year ago that it was incredibly unlikely you’d ever have children.

Your phone buzzes and you see it’s Calum calling.

“Hey.” You answer.

“I’ve been thinking.” He responds. “I talked to Mali about us, and what you’ve been experiencing. She thinks…” he sighs,  “she thinks you might be pregnant.” He explains.

“That’s… I came to a similar conclusion. That’s why I’m standing outside my doctor’s office.”

“What are we…?” He starts to ask.

“Can we discuss this when I know something?” You ask.

“Yeah, baby, of course. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, handsome.” You agree. “Sounds good.”

You sit in your gyno’s office, “how? You said this wasn’t possible, you said my uterus was as barren as the Sahara.”

“I didn’t quite use those words. I’ll admit I’m surprised. But I wouldn’t be surprised if you have a difficult pregnancy. This was a 1 in a million chance… Aren’t you taking the birth control?” She asks.

“Of course… but since you said it’s basically impossible for me to get pregnant, I haven’t exactly made my partner use protection.” You explain.

“Should we test you for STI’s?” She becomes concerned.

“No, it’s the same one I got tested with a few months ago, he’s the only one I’ve been with. Fuck…. sorry.” You say dropping your head in your hands.

“Talk to him. It’s still early, you can decide how you want to proceed. You have options.” She explains. She hands over a bunch of pamphlets and you toss them in your bag.

You think you’ll regret it, but you head straight to Cal’s.

He opens the door and looks at you. “You’re gonna be a dad…?” You say, half question, half excitement.

He doesn’t say anything but he lets you in. You settle on the couch and Duke climbs in your lap. You start to pet him, half wondering if it will be the last time you do.

“How far?” Cal asks, pacing the living room.

“Six weeks.”

“How did this happen?” He looks slightly confused.

“I mean… it’s not like you ever put a condom on.” You shrug.

“But you’re on the pill?” He clarifies.

“But even with perfect use it’s only like 98% effective.” You explain. “Look Cal, I’ll level with you. I never asked you to use a condom or anything because i wasn’t worried about it. A year ago, I was told it was unlikely that I’d ever have kids. And I… I accepted it. So I didn’t think to make you wear condoms. I thought it didn’t matter.”

“So this is like a 1 in 100 chance for you?” He asks.

“More like 1 in a million… probably more. The doctor said it’s probably gonna be a tough pregnancy. And I get it… we aren’t together.”

Cal is quiet for awhile. During the time you pay ample attention to Duke. “I’m not… just… I won’t abandon you. I mean I want to be with you. I want to do this with you.”

“Your management is going to have a fucking heyday.” You say.

“I don’t… care. I can’t ask you to give up this kid if it’s the only kid you might have. And I don’t want to give you up either.” He admits.

“Cal I’m not asking you to do this. I still haven’t decided what I want to do.”

“I mean… is it ideal? No. Of course not.” He pauses. “I can’t stand by and watch you give up your only chance to have a kid because we’re not together and my management is gonna flip. I’ll deal with them, we can easily be together. So I say why not? Lets give it a shot. We’ve been hanging out and happy together… it’s gonna be an awkward convo with Ash, sure… but we could do this, right? I’m not crazy?”

“I’m not even going to comment on crazy.” You laugh. “If you’re sure Cal, this is what you want, a lifetime of me around and a kid that looks like hopefully you, then yeah, we could do this.”

“Well… you’re stuck with me too.” He grins.

“How do you wanna do this? We’ve never even been on a date.” You point out.

“I think we have to start by telling Ash.”

“Ok… but… pregnancies are incredibly unpredictable in the first trimester. I could end up not being pregnant in another 4 weeks.”

“You wanna wait?” He finally sits down.

“I think we have to, Cal.” You sigh, “I don’t think it would be responsible of us to tell everyone. A normal person who wouldn’t have a hard time getting pregnant probably wouldn’t tell anyone this early either.”

cigarette || corona || rolling papers || black on black

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

[tonguetiedvalentine]

request: 

word count: 2,4k

warnings: swearing and a looot of smut

a/n: i had a lot of fun writing this!! thanks for your request <3

"No look, you gotta add 4 and then- " "Cal, can we just take a break please? We've been doing this all day and I just can't wrap my head around it anymore." Calum sighed before placing my pen in between the pages of my math book to use it as a bookmark before he shut it.

"Fine, I'm starving anyway. But you have to promise me to continue later, your exam is on thursday and you know you have to get at least 60% to pass." I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for reminding me, daddy." He smirked. "Shut up, you know you're only allowed to call me that in the bedroom." I hit his arm playfully, feeling my face heat up.

He stood up from the bar stool making his way into the kitchen. When I was about to follow him, he yelled "Go set up a movie, I'II prepare snacks." My lips curled into a smile, feeling relieved about finally being able to get my mind off numbers and equations.

While Netflix was getting ready I went to the bedroom to get some blankets and comfortable clothes, craving the feeling of my body getting lost in one of Calums oversized sweaters. When I returned to the living room, he was already scrolling through the options that the streaming website had to offer.

"What mood are we in today, ma'am?" He didn't take his eyes off the screen while talking to me, hoping to find something before I suggest a chick flick he's been trying to avoid watching.

"I don't care, you choose. Something funny, maybe." When I finished setting up the blankets, I found him looking at me questioningly, waiting for my reaction to Men in Black showing up on the TV screen. I nodded, literally not giving a fuck about what we're watching since I'm gonna end up falling asleep anyway. Calum hit play while I got under one of the blankets propping my feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch. He joined me a second later taking the bowl of popcorn with him and offering some to me which I accepted with a thankful smile.

Days like these were one of the reasons I loved staying at Calums place. He was always trying to help me out with school, listening to whats on my mind and being there for me, no matter what I was going through. Dancing and yelling along to our favorite bands songs was a daily must and movie nights were just as important.

Lately our friendship gained another beautiful aspect when we started sleeping with each other.

Neither of us had planned to be friends with benefits but when I crashed at his place after a party we went to and the sexual tension was way to prominent to ignore it, it just sort of happened. First we were agreeing on it being a one time thing because we wouldn't let sex ruin our friendship but when it happened again a few days later, we knew there was no going back.

Calum moved up to the backrest and put his arm around my shoulders, allowing me to rest my head against him. I never noticed he put down the bowl of popcorn until I felt his other hand trace circles on my thigh over the blanket. I grinned and grabbed it to play with his fingers which he seemed to enjoy as he chuckled slightly.

A few minutes later he let go off my hand to move his under the blanket, back onto my thigh. He turned his head towards me and I felt his lips brush my ear. "Have I ever told you that you look great in my shirts?" I smiled as I knew where this was going. "I'm not sure, why?" Calum lowered his head even more, kissing my neck right below my ear, knowing damn well it would drive me crazy. "Because you look fucking fantastic right now." My smirk grew even wider when he continued moving his hand towards my heat as his lips were exploring the sensitive skin of my neck. At this point I was craving them on mine and when I turned my head it only took him a split second to kiss me intensely.

Our tongues started dancing and I could taste every bit of him which I could never get enough of. By now his hand reached my hip where he slid it underneath the sweater, holding onto my waist. I moved my body so I was straddling him, allowing Calum to pull me even closer. My hands found their way to the back of his head, slightly pulling on the roots of his hair, causing him to moan into the kiss. He couldn't let that slide so he took my lower lip in between his teeth and moved both his hands into my shorts, grabbing my ass which made me gasp.

"As much as I love this on you", he pulled on the hem of the shirt "it needs to go now." I pulled away to yank it off my body, exposing my bare chest since I never put on a bra after showering in the morning. While I threw the sweater across the room I saw Calums lust filled eyes examine my naked body. I was never really confident about myself but moments like these, where he was looking at me as if I was the most beautiful piece of art he had ever seen in his entire life, made me feel like I was the only woman to ever exist.

Once the article of clothing hit the floor I went back to connect our lips again, already missing the feeling after only being parted from him for a few seconds. Calums hands were now roaming all over my back, pulling me closer against his chest even though I already didn't think there was any space left between us. Now it was me tugging on his shirt mumbling "off" as it was the only thing I was able to say in between our heated kisses. Calum got rid of it quickly before flipping us over and making me squeal. He was now on top of me, moving his hungry lips down my neck leaving a few marks before going further down until he reached my nipples which he sucked on intensely.

I threw my head back as my hands found their way back into his hair, tugging on it which only made him work even harder on my boobs. "God, Calum!" My sigh made him look up at me. "What, already enjoying yourself princess? Wait and see how good I'm gonna make you feel once I'm inside of you babygirl."

His hands continued playing with my tits while he pressed kisses all the way down my belly. Once he reached my shorts he let go of me to remove them in a swift motion, impatiently taking my panties with them. Instinctively I spread my legs even wider, inviting him to get a taste.

It didn't take him long to place his tongue on my clit and lick it sensually. I bucked my hips craving more pleasure but Calums hands quickly pushed them back down. He looked up at me with a smirk on his lips. "Patience, babygirl."

I lifted my head to look back at him. His lustful eyes analized mine before he went back to licking my heat, not breaking the stare while doing so. When he sucked on my clit harshly I threw my head back moaning loudly. Calums grip on my hips got tighter, his tongue moved faster and my voice got louder. By now his neighbours knew what was going on.

The knot in my stomach tightened and I was about to let go when Calum moved away. My head snapped up and my eyes searched for his face. He grinned back at me while letting a finger run through my folds. "We don't want you to cum already, do we?" My head fell back down in frustration. "Calum, please do something, anything!"

"Anything?"

"Uh-huh"

Suddenly I felt Calum push a finger inside me. I cried out and arched my back off the couch. He sat up and held onto my knee, making sure my legs stayed spread while he continued thrusting into me at a quick pace. Once more I felt my orgasm approaching and so did he, which made him stop his actions once more.

Not wanting to keep up with Calums games anymore, I sat up tugged on his hair so his face aligned with mine. I smashed my lips against his and pushed him against the backrest, climbing back onto his lap. I heard him raise his deep voice while I sucked on his neck.

"Feeling dominant, princess?"

"No, just no longer interested in you playing with me."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, Cal."

"Then beg for it."

I smirked. Cal loved to hear me plead to get the touch I'm craving and I was willing to do just that any day. I raised my head to look into his dark eyes, giving him what he asked for.

"Cal please, I need you deep inside of me now. I need to feel you, I need you to wreck me entirely, please baby."

The smirk on his lips showed off perfectly how much he enjoyed being in charge. "Normally I'd want to hear more of that but I want you just as much so get up." I listened, no longer able to tease him, longing to feel him filling me up.

As soon his pants and boxers joined the other discarded clothes on the floor he pulled me back onto his lap, immediately lining his member up with my entrance and pushing my hips down to slam inside of me. Both of us cried out at the sudden sensation and it took us a few seconds to adjust but when his hands slowly started guiding me I rocked against him. In a matter of a few minutes we were panting while holding on to each other tightly. Calums hands were tangled in my hair while my nails scratched over his tanned arms. My hips continued to rock against his in a steady rhythm, even when he thrusted against them, making me see stars. I was already sensitive from the two denied orgasms before so it didn't take me long to build up another one.

"Cal I'm- I'm about to-"

That was all he needed to hear to let go of my hair and bring his hand down to rub figure eights on my clit. "Go on babygirl, cum for me. You've earned it."

The combination of his dick buried deep inside off me, his thumb working on my clit and his deep voice groaning into my ear pushed me over the edge. I threw my head back and yelled his name while he continued to move my hips against him. Once I came down from my high I collapsed against Calums chest. He stopped his movements and held me until I regained my strength.

"Good job babygirl." He held my head and pressed a kiss against my forehead. "Do you think you can handle another one for me?" I nodded even though I wasn't sure about it but I desperately wanted to pleasure Calum as well as he pleasured me.

"Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees for me, will you?" I pressed my lips against him before nodding once more and doing what he requested me to.

I felt Calum come up behind me and slap my ass harshly before pushing back inside of me. I cried out and grasped the pillow, biting into my hand to not be too loud. When he noticed, Calum removed one of his hands from my hips to grab my hair and yank it back which caused me to moan loudly.

"Don't be shy princess, let everybody know how good I'm making you feel."

With every thrust the sensation of my hair being pulled made me moan louder and louder. Occasionally Calum slapped my ass which added to the pleasure that was flowing through my body. By now Calums movements were getting sloppier and he moaned more frequently. "God babygirl you're so tight I'm not gonna last much longer." I tried shaking my head but Calums grip on my hair made it impossible for me. "I'm close too, keep going."

That made him let go of my hair to bring his hand around my body to rub my clit. My moans got louder and I felt myself clench around him. Calum sped up his thrusts and started groaning loudly which meant he was close but desperately trying to make me cum before he does. To be fair, his actions made it hard for me to hold on any longer and when he hit a specific spot by pulling me closer to him, I hit my second high, collapsing onto the couch. My screams were concealed from pressing my face into the pillows but they were loud enough to push Calum over the edge . He stayed inside of me for a moment before pulling out and sitting back down on the couch, carefully caressing my hips until I calmed down. When I did I sat up and moved back next to him, cuddling into his chest.

"God damn Calum, that was amazing."

He nodded while holding my head against him with one hand, the other one tracing patterns on my thigh just like he did earlier. "Fuck yeah it was, possibly the best sex we ever had." I nodded to agree with him.

After we finished watching the movie we forgot about entirely,we stood up to put our clothes back on and clean the mess we made by unintentionally knocking several pillows off the couch. I excused myself to go to the bathroom to fix my hair and look at the marks Calum left on my neck. After I was looking decent again, I made my way back to the living room where Calum was already sitting in front of my math book again, patting the chair next to him. "Come on now babygirl, we gotta get back to your studies." I groaned but obeyed, knowing I had no other choice.

"Who knows" he began saying while leaning closer to me "maybe I'll reward you with round two once you get the hang of it."

[hoodharlow]

period mena x cal anon: AHHHHH screaming mena is just like me frfr. when i tell you i canNOT wait for whatever you have them in for- fwb, hood baby #2, marriage, whatever tf i just love them and nico has such great taste w the paletas de fresa like girl same... also 🌹 for odaat? literally lomls

“Take off your clothes.” Alexis Ximena said, walking out of his closet with an arm full of clothes. 

“If you wanted a quickie you could have just said.” He joked. 

“Cal, I’m being serious. I know you don’t care about this, I wanna make a good impression on Dr. Perla–”

Calum pulled her toward him so she straddled his thigh. “Relax, okay?” He said softly. “It’s going to be okay.”

"I know." She sighed. 

She leaned into Calum and curled up against him. She laid her cheek against his  cheek and played with her hair tie. Nico would do the same when she doesn't know how to share what she's really feeling.

"What's wrong?" He asked quietly. 

"I just can't help thinking how his life would be different if I wasn't born." She confessed. "Would he have married her instead? What would their kids be like if they had some? Would he become a doctor? Maybe I'm the reason he didn't end up with her. Or–"

"Alexis you're the greatest thing that has ever happened to your father. Sure you were born in a not ideal time, but he doesn't regret you. I know that because that's how I feel about Nico." He pulled up so she was looking at him. “And obviously his life would be different without you. But so will everyone else’s. Who would be the youngest GOGO winner? Who would be the first latinx woman to get their own superhero movie franchise? Who would be Aaliyah’s best friend? Who would spoil my kid even though they know they’re not supposed to?”

“First of all it’s EGOT not GOGO,” she said as a matter of fact, making him chuckle. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed herself more on to him as he lazily hugged her. “I really appreciate what you said, but I don’t spoil your child.”

“Yes, you do. We spent ten minutes looking for a specific Prada bag you gave her.”

“Yeah and we spent ten minutes looking for a pair of Docs. How many pairs of black Docs does a toddler need?”

 “She needs them? Each one goes with a specific–whatever” he pulled his arms away from her and crossed his arms on his chest, pouting because he knew Alexis Ximena was right. 

She pulled his arms apart and nuzzled against his chest. Calum leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips. He pulled away then bent down to kiss her once more. She held onto his cheeks, letting he deepen the kiss. 

[breathinginthevapor]

Teenage fantasy

Summary: You used to be a fan of Calum, and now you’re his friend with benefits.

A/N: Well, it seems that no one really reads my 5sos writing anymore, but I quite like it, so I hope you will give it a chance! 

Word count: 1300+

T/W: mentions of sex

My masterlist

It’s fun to think about how much you fawned over him when you were younger. How you laid in your bed at night, dreaming of meeting him and falling in love, so sure that he would be irresistible to you. How you felt sparks of jealousy when stupid magazines wrote something about a new flirt of his, when now, just a couple years later, you don’t even care which bed he’s slept in last when he visits yours.

You used to listen to his voice in songs and interviews, thinking that it would make your heart swell if you ever became lucky enough to hear it in person.

Now, his voice might often make you come, but it’s never made you fall in love, not even close.

He’s zipping up his pants when you tell him, “I always dreamt of this, you know?”

He looks back at you with a puzzled expression, raising his eyebrows as a way of asking you to elaborate. He truly is a man of few words. 

You get up on your elbow, admiring his exposed torso that never ceases to get you in the mood.

“I was a fan of you when I was younger.”

Running a hand through those thick, black locks of his, he looks surprised for a moment before shooting you a smug heartbreaker-smile that would have had your teenage heart crumbling into pieces.

“And you, of course, was my favorite,” you tell him, his smile increasing. “Until Luke started wearing glitter, because, honestly, that was a look.”

He walks back to the bed, popping down.

“I could wear glitter, too, you know. If you’re into it.”

You shrug him off, “Nah, don’t think it would fit your aesthetic.”

He laughs quietly. Outside the bed, it seems like he is that all the time. Quiet, that is.

“It probably wouldn’t. But I’d do it if you asked.”

You don’t notice the fragile spark of hope in his voice or the way he seems reluctant to leave your room, conversing with you instead of getting the hell out of your apartment like he used to do, back when this arrangement was new.

“No need. But I wouldn’t mind if you slipped Luke my number. I’d definitely let him fuck my brains out,” you say, and because you’re gone into your own dirty imagination for a few seconds, letting the image of Luke Hemmings in your bed wash over you, you don’t notice the way his jawline clenches and eyebrows furrow at your words.

Shaking yourself out of your impure thoughts, you smile at him, “Well, I’ll see you Monday, Cal. And don’t forget it’s your turn to buy condoms!”

“I won’t,” he promises, throwing his shirt on hastily before leaving your already half-asleep figure alone in your apartment.

 The next time you see him, he’s soaking wet from the hurricane-like rain outside, and you can’t believe he went outside in this weather just to get laid.

You fuck him in the shower, reasoning that he’s already wet so it doesn’t really matter, and then again, when you’ve both dried off, in your bed.

However, just as he has caught his breath and begins to get up and leave, a lightning strikes through the sky.

“You can’t go outside in this weather, Calum.”

He shrugs, continuing to lace up his boots. You place your hand on his shoulder, and he jolts, but you still tell him calmly, “It could be dangerous. Stay here tonight.”

“Thanks. I’ll just sleep on the couch,” he mutters, but you laugh and shake your head.

“No way. Your back will kill you if you do. Think we’re past the awkwardness of sharing a bed.”

He grins, too, pearly whites on display and contrasting to the warm color of his skin.

He trails behind you as you reenter your bedroom, a small smile apparent on those gorgeous features of his, and when you lay down, he looks like he wants to say something but can’t find the words.

“Goodnight, Cal.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispers after you’ve turned off the night lamp, leaving you in darkness. When you are seconds away from falling asleep, you feel his hand fumble over your body before draping itself to rest across your waist, and you can hear him take in and hold a breath until you scoot backwards to his chest and let him cuddle you. 

You wake up the next morning to an almost-naked Calum in your kitchen making scrambled eggs, and you smile to yourself and think that this friends-with-benefits arrangement just got another couple of benefits. That if everyone had friends like this, no one would feel the need to enter a relationship that would, sooner or later, make them feel trapped anyway.

 It becomes a reoccurring thing, Calum staying over and the two of you eating breakfast together in the morning, getting to know each other over pancakes and orange juice.  

And after that, he suddenly isn’t so quit anymore. He hums melodies you don’t recognize when he makes coffee in the morning, sings songs in the shower, tells you about his childhood while he traces your bare back in all your post-sex glory, shares small anecdotes from his day when taking off his shoes in your hallway and compliments you so much in bed that you sometimes just tell him to shut up and fuck you.

But there’s a nagging feeling in your chest that you’ve let it go too far, that you’ve let him open himself up to you, and that you just might have broken something that never should have been yours to break.

So, when you open your eyes one early morning to find him already looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky, you know what’s about to happen.

And you don’t want him to say it, but he still does. Of course, the man who used to say so little has to tell you the only thing you don’t want to hear.

“I’m in love with you.”

You don’t know what to respond, but you can’t not answer, not when he’s looking at you like at lost puppy with those big brown eyes.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

You yearn to look away, but still, your eyes are still glued to his face, watching his expression turn puzzled for a second before the realization washes over him and sadness and disappointment dominate his features.

He gets up, and although you can see his pace slows as he wants you to follow him, to beg him to stay, to tell him that you do reciprocate those feelings of his, you don’t. You won’t lie to him, not even to soften the blow. And you don’t tell him that it hurts you, too, that hurting him is hurting you because you actually see him as a friend, and you like him, but not like he wants you to like him. Because you don’t think it would make it easier for him.

When he’s fully dressed and about to leave your room, he turns around, just for a moment, tears streaming down his cheeks but no sobs leaving him. Once again, he’s gone quiet.

 He disappears out of your life even quicker than he entered, and if not for the old blink shirt you’ve now deemed your own and the coffee stain on your carpet that he made once, you would think this to be another teenage fantasy of yours.

But you don’t miss him like you feared you would. You sometimes wake up and, only for a few seconds, think that the person lying next to you is Calum, but when realizing it’s just another stranger, the only emotion you feel is relief. His heart isn’t yours to break anymore, not another thing giving you bad conscience.

He’s simply gone, vanished like smoke along with the rest of the dreams you had when you were younger.

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