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sinning5sos · 7 months

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“you’re so full of yourself”

“no, baby, you’re so full of >me<“

with calum please I’m a whore for him

Cocky | Calum

Requested: Yes! Amen.

Word Count: ~2,100

Smut: softdom!cal, oral, rough sex, doggy aftercare <3

Calum was driving the two of you back to his apartment, his fingers lightly grazing your thigh as his other hand held the wheel. It was quiet.

You weren’t sure exactly what you did, but when you tried to kiss Calum just a bit ago as the two of you got into the car, he turned his cheek to you. He wouldn’t let you kiss him when he was going to punish you later, so as soon as that happened. You knew.

You fucked up.

You were eager though. Calums night of punishments usually led to a lazy morning followed by sweet, slow sex with breakfast after. Plus, you loved being punished. You were Calums little whore when it was the two of you.

He hummed along quietly to a song playing from the speaker, and you captured his hand in yours and pulled the back of his hand up to your lips. You pressed a gentle kiss there, and he chuckled as he glanced at you, then back at the road.

“Don’t think you can fix it now Princess.” He murmured and you suppressed a smile as you let his hand fall back to your thigh. You loved his sweet touches, but you loved his rough fucks.

The engine idled as he pulled into the driveway, and he released your thigh to turn the car off.

“Go ahead and go inside for me. Up to our room.” He instructed, leaning across the console to kiss your cheek. You nodded as you pushed out of the car, nearly tripping over your own feet as you unlocked the front door and went straight into the shared bedroom.

With any nights like these, Calum always wanted you to strip down for him before he got in. He claimed it was because it built up the anticipation. You liked to joke back that it was because he was lazy.

That usually earned you some spankings or orgasm denial, just depended on his mood that day.

You stripped out of your dress and other clothes, and sat at the edge of the bed when he finally walked in. He shut the door behind him, and unbuttoned his sleeves as he stood in front of you.

“You were running your mouth an awful lot at game night tonight.” He muttered, his hands moving down to the clasp of his belt and you bit down on your tongue as you watched him undo it. He removed it in one swoop and pointed down in front of him. You nodded and quickly fell into position, on your knees and he moved behind you to tie your hands behind your back.

“Making quick little jokes to our friends. I think the one that caught my attention the most was that you were the one in charge in the bedroom.” Calum teased, and you felt your cheeks flush as you hadn’t realized he heard you. You had been chatting with your friends while the guys were grabbing refills, and made an innocent joke that you were the dominant one within your relationship.

“That’s right Princess, I heard that little comment. Nothing to say now?” He asked as he cocked his brow and moved back in front of you. You shook your head and eagerly pushed up off your thighs so you were closer to him.

“Good girl. Can I push you a little tonight?” He murmured, his thumb catching your jaw as he tilted your head up to look at him. You licked your lips, feeling your cunt start to drip in anticipation as you nodded.

“That’s my good girl. So hot for me, being on your knees.” He praised, and you smiled up at him as he unzipped his pants. He pushed them down slightly then he bent to press a rough kiss against yours and nipped your bottom lip as he pulled away, whispering, “Remember our word.”

Calum pulled his cock out, and pumped himself a few times before bringing it to your mouth. You opened and accepted him without complaint, and swirled your tongue around his tip. He moaned quietly and let you suck him off for a bit. You bobbed your head along his length, taking what you could and doing the best you can without using your hands.

“Breathe,” He instructed, and you took a deep breath in. He wound his hands in your hair, his fingers becoming tangled in as he started to grind his hips into you. He pressed in deeply, deeper than usual and you gagged for a second as you willed your throat to relax around him. As you choked on his cock, a victorious moan fell from his lips as his head fell back in pleasure.

He rocked his hips slightly, now facefucking you and you looked up at him through watery eyes and adored how serene he looked. His eyes were shut tight, his lips parted and a quiet whimper fell out. He bit down on his lip then caught your gaze, and smiled down at you. He pulled out, your spit following as you were able to take a deep breath.

“So fucking hot for me. You like it when I facefuck you, don’t you?”

“Oh yes Calum. But I like when you fuck me more in my wet pussy.”

“Such a filthy mouth. I’ll have to fuck that out of you,” He murmured, and you giggled as he helped lift you up so you were now standing. He kissed you once again, his fingers tangling in your hair again as he helped back you up onto the bed. Your hands, still restrained by his belt, attempted to brace your fall onto the bed.

“I thought about tying your legs up too, but I love it much more when you can be my flexible little slut,” He whispered in your ear as he climbed on top of you, “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded as you raised your legs in front of him, and he pushed down on your inner thighs. There was a slight burn, but he ran his hands up to your ankles, now as high as his shoulders and kissed the inside of your leg.

“Actually, I want your hands free too. Turn to the side real quick,” He instructed. You rolled to the right and he undid the belt loop and let it fall to the side of the bed as he pushed you back down onto the bed.

“Fuck me Cal,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he dragged his fingers along your folds and then brought his hand up to his mouth.

“So fucking wet, and all you did was suck me off?” He teased, and you nodded as you stroked his cock for a second.

He pushed inside of you, all thoughts coming to a stop at how he filled you. You breathed out as he started rocking his hips and moaned as he found the rhythm you loved.

“It feels so fucking good,” You whimpered and he chuckled as he placed his one hand on the inside of your thigh and pushed your leg further back, and his other leg gripped one of your boobs. Calum hungrily kissed you, his teeth mashed against yours and you giggled as you pulled your head back slightly.

“God who kisses like that?” You teased him, knowing that it could result in another punishment but you craved it.

“Please, you fucking love it.” Calum muttered. You rolled your eyes at him, and scratched your nails down his back. He moaned out lightly, before reaching down to kiss you again, but you turned your head at the last second.

“You are so full of yourself, aren’t you?” You whispered to him, and he chuckled.

“No but baby, you’re so full of me right now.” He murmured, his nose nudging yours and you giggled.

“Yeah, I love how your cock fills me Calum.” You breathed out, and he nodded.

“That’s what I thought Princess. Now don’t try to get an attitude again or I’ll have to teach you another lesson. Now get on your hands and knees for me.”

You quickly followed his instructions after he pulled out, and turned your body over on the bed. You arched your back into the air, and he caressed the curve of your spine as he lifted your ass higher into the air.

“That’s a good girl for me.” He breathed out, and you smiled as you wiggled your ass slightly in front of him. He let out a quiet chuckle, then slapped your ass. You hummed at the contact, feeling his fingertips sting even after his hand was gone.

He pushed you down further into the bed, your mouth falling open as he slammed back inside of you and you moaned loudly.

“Still so full of me, aren’t you?” He muttered, his knee coming up beside your hips as he adjusted his position. You whimpered as you attempted a response, and he chuckled again.

“No response?”

“Fucking me too good,” You mumbled into the sheets, and you turned your head as best you could to see him smiling.

“Bet no one else fucks you like I do,”

You couldn’t form a response, but reached your hand back to tap the outside of his thigh on the left side. A quick little three taps, y e s , and Calum gripped your hair in his hand as he pulled back roughly. Your neck was exposed to the wall, and he bent over your body to wrap his other hand around your neck. He tucked his three middle fingers into your mouth, forcing you to gag on them as he continued fucking you.

“Good fucking girl,” He grunted and your moans were shallow as your were pushed further down into the bed, “Keep taking my cock so well. You gonna cum soon?”

“Mmm,” You whimpered around his fingers and Calum pulled his fingers out and nudged you to respond properly, “Yes Cal, I want you to cum inside of me too,”

“Fuck,” He groaned as his hands gripped your hips. He continued fucking you, his fingertips digging into your skin as your orgasm started to crash over you. Your thighs shook as you turned your head into the bed, and cried out.

“Such a good girl for me, just hold on,” He murmured as he continued fucking out his own orgasm, and you felt him cum inside of you. You hummed as he pulled out and turned your head to see behind you, loving the way that his cum dripped out from your cunt.

“What a sight,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of your ass and you wiggled your ass slightly in front of his face. He ran his hand up your ass, along your back as he moved around the bed. He cupped your cheeks and pulled your face to his and kissed you deeply.

“I love you,” He murmured, and you lazily hummed as you kissed him again.

“I love you,” You whispered and watched as he walked into the bathroom for a moment, then returned with a washcloth. He pressed the warm rag to your pussy, and cleaned up the mess that he made while you sat there contently.

His fingers slowly dragged along the outside of your cunt, and down your thighs and inner legs. He hummed quietly with each gentle swipe and threw the rag into the hamper by the closet.

“Lay down baby,” He prompted, and you nodded as you let your legs fall out beneath you. You felt the slight burn from being stretched earlier and from holding that position, but you loved that burn. You brought your arms underneath your head to support it and turned to keep watching him move around the room. He lit a candle, your favorite one, and you breathed in the scent deeply as you felt your body relaxing so quickly.

He grabbed your lotion from the bedside table, and straddled your lower back as he rubbed the lotion into your hands. His palms pushed down onto your shoulder blades as they massaged down your arms. He then scooted himself down and applied more lotion to your back, then your ass, then down your legs to your feet.

“Go ahead and sleep baby, I’m going to write for a bit,” He murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead as he walked around the bed again.

“You wore me out,” You whispered, still lying facedown on the bed, your eyelids starting to droop.

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uservalentine · 8 months

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😎

#cool guy cal #calum hood #calum #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sosedit #gif #*

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basslinecal · 10 months

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✩ i'm in love with every song you've ever heard ✩

#lyrics from strawberry wine by noah kahan #this one had no inspo i literally jusg found nice pics #5sos #5 seconds of summer #cal #calum hood #mine #ashton irwin #5sos moodboard #cashton

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5sospicturesque · 6 months

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Clearing out my camera roll 9639/?

#calum hood #smiley cal #duke #duke hood #doggo #5sos #5 seconds of summer #9639

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wiiildflowerrr · 6 months

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@5SOS, 10 November 2018

#ah remember when they used to coordinate outfits?#those curls cal!#this day in 5sos history #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #arias 2018 #2018 #10 october #youngblood era #video

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ijustdontlikepeople · 1 year

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What’s your 5sos mood today?

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redrattlers · 9 months

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i can die happy now

#this means everything to me #like i can’t believe they finally played it and ~i~ was there #my video pls no one steal it thanks #wayf #michael clifford #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #cal being out of frame:(#5sos #5sos show tour #what’s the tag for the shows #brb #the 5sos show tour boston #🥺😭#*

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cal-puddies · 1 year

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Open My Mind for Ya // Calum Hood

notes: This all stems from the photo drop Cal did that contained the picture in the upper left, enough said.

Big shouts to my otter half @kindahoping4forever for cheerleading this one.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Calum, Kink exploration in an established relationship including: spitting, exhibitionism, dom like behavior, dirty talk, and rough sex

Word Count: 7194

Cass Masterlist // Ko-Fis linked in bio

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

It’s always quiet in the comedown. Your head rests on your boyfriend's bare chest. His fingers draw shapes on your bare back while yours trace over the tattoos on his arm. He sweeps the hair off the back of your neck and gently traces the hickey he left there. Your skin is always too clean when he gets home from tour, so he likes to mark you.

“What’s on your mind, darlin’?” He whispers.

You turn your head to look at him. “Just thinking.”

His hand trails down your back and slips under the covers to grab your ass. “About?”

You chew your lip for a minute, deciding whether or not to spill. Cal slides his hand up to your waist; your lack of answer makes him nervous and you can tell. You finally sit up and pull your knees up to your chest, facing him. His hand slides to your mid thigh and he holds on tight, waiting for you to find your words. “So… you remember when we first got together, how we were very… exploratory when it came to sex?”

“Yeah… that seemed like something you needed… and we both enjoyed,” he responds casually. After a beat, the subject matter sinking in, his face quickly twists up and concern starts to take hold of both his expression and voice. “Wait… Baby, are you… are you saying…”

You quickly cut him off, “No!” You reassure with a chuckle, “I’m not saying that. Pretty sure we wouldn’t have had to change the sheets just now if that was the issue.”

He gives a nervous laugh. “Ok, fair point.”

You continue, “I guess I was just thinking and got curious why we stopped being that way… And wondering if it was maybe something we can start again?”

He thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. “I think we just got comfortable, baby,” he shrugs. “We figured out how we like to tease and how to make each other cum and we just stopped trying things after that… But I’m always open to exploring with you. You only have to ask.”

You smile softly at him, relieved. “I just wasn’t sure…”

Cal senses your hesitation and grabs you, pulling you on top of him. “Short of some of the more extreme shit, there’s nothing you could want that I wouldn’t want to do for you. Please understand that.”

You make yourself comfortable, laying your head on his chest, snuggling into him as you tangle your legs together. He pulls the blanket up to just below your shoulders and wraps his arms around you. You lay quietly for a while before letting out a little giggle. “So what’s off the table then, Cal?”

He snorts, thinking about it for a moment. “I’ll let you know if it comes up.”

The conversation was so brief and simple and yet opened you and Cal up to all sorts of new experiences, you’re sorry you didn’t have the courage to bring it up sooner. Calum took the lead during the first month of your experimentation and the encounters all seemed to have a recurring theme. From sneaking in a quickie in Ashton’s bathroom during taco night to making each other cum without tipping off anyone else in the car to having sex on the couch by your pool to Cal successfully going down on you at a restaurant - if you could potentially get caught doing it, Cal seemed to be into it.

After a while, you and Cal are fresh out of the shower when he snakes his arms around your waist and starts kisses on your neck, up to the spot just below your ear that drives you wild. He rocks the both of you back and forth, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Circling back…” He begins, waiting for you to meet his eyes in the mirror. “I feel like since we started being more open about exploring, everything has been things I’ve been interested in… and I’m sure you must have had something in mind when you brought it up?” He rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at you expectantly.

Your eyes flutter away from his and you answer too quickly. “I’ve enjoyed what we’ve tried so far.”

“Well, I know that,” he teases, nipping your skin. “But I need to know what it is you want so I can make sure your needs are being met as well.”

“My needs are definitely being met, love,” you insist.

Calum turns you around and sets you on the counter, his hands resting on either side of you. He presses his lips to yours in a series of soft kisses. “Ok, so your needs are being met but what about your wants? It’s not like you to bring something like this up without a particular reason.” He watches as your ears go red. “What is it, darling? If we were naked in bed, you’d have no problem telling me what you want from me,” he points out.

You sigh, thinking about how to word what you want to say. You reach up and run your fingers through his drying curls. “I guess this just feels different because I don’t want you to think I’m unsatisfied with what we do.”

He kisses your forehead. “I know, baby, I don’t think that. Trust me, your body tells me otherwise.”

“Yeah…” You nod to yourself, deciding to be brave. “I guess… I want you to get rough with me. Like… I know you already do sometimes but you kind of back off from it and then course correct and get super loving instead.”

Cal nods, listening. “Well, I don’t want to actually hurt you and I feel like I don’t really know the limit, we’ve never truly explored that.”

“So what if we take that fear out of it and use either a safe word or color system or something?” You watch his face and he doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable, so you continue. “You know I love a disdainful Daddy moment,” you whisper teasingly, hiking your legs up to wrap around his waist.

Cal presses against you, kissing you hard. “I think we could have fun,” he murmurs. “We’ll need to talk more about boundaries but thank you for telling me what you want, baby.”

Over the next couple days, Cal asks your opinion on a multitude of things: biting, scratching, hair pulling, manhandling, restraints. Where and how hard he can grab you? Would you like to be tossed around? Exactly how rough should he be with you? Each time you give him an answer, you see him mentally file the info away, adding it to what he already knows to be true for your likes and boundaries.

Armed with his revised instructions from you, he decides to start trying some things the next few times you’re in bed together. He watches carefully to see how you respond to him pulling your hair back while he’s giving it from behind, how it affects you when he wraps his hand around your throat while you’re riding him. And though he backs off a little sooner than you’d prefer, he even feels comfortable forcing you down further on his cock while you’re blowing him. He notes how much louder you are, how much harder you seem to cum during these encounters and he realizes he has more questions for you.

“Baby?” He asks quietly, while you're cuddling in bed, naked, one night. You hum, to let him know you're awake. “Have we covered everything? Is there something else you want that I haven’t asked about?”

You’re quiet, thinking what to say and he takes your silence as hesitation so he prods further.

“Like… I guess I’m a little unsure of the tone I should be striking here? You mentioned I always back off and get too loving… and then that porn we were watching earlier… he was super degrading to her… is that something you want?” He almost seems nervous to ask; at the end of the day, Calum’s a sweet boy and he’s having trouble wrapping his mind around actually hurting you, physically or otherwise, even if that’s something you desire.

You press a kiss to his chest, touched at his concern. “Don’t worry, bubba, I don’t need you to call me your ‘filthy little slut’ or anything like that,” you smile. “But… I dunno, Cal… there is like… one thing that could probably be seen as degrading… but…”

He squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. “Darlin’, I can’t give it to you if I don’t know what it is.”

“Well, I’ve mentioned it to other people before and it didn’t go over great,” you admit with a shrug. Cal rubs your back, trying to encourage you. “Like, ok… I guess… spit…” You trail off, almost shyly, letting it hang there a moment.

Calum seems unphased, just curious to know more. “Like you want me to spit on you? On like? Your face? Or… in your mouth? On your pussy? To be honest, I have done that before and you did actually really seem to like it.”

“Have you?” You ask, turning your face toward him.

“Yeah… those moans still live in my brain… I just wasn’t sure if it was because you were in the moment because we had a super loved up day, or you like… liked it.”

“Wait… was that…?”

“When I took you home to meet my family, yeah.”

“Yeah, we were pretty loved up on that trip,” you grin, remembering. You wait a beat before letting yourself blurt, “I mean... face isn’t something I think I’d be into but… we swap spit all the time so… I don’t really see a difference between that and you like… spitting in my mouth during a hot moment.”

He smirks, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I’ll keep that in mind, darlin’,” he promises, gently pulling you up for a soft kiss.

A week or so later, you’re relaxing by the pool, enjoying your day off. It’s been a quiet afternoon, spent mostly alone; Calum was already out of bed and in his office working when you woke up and while you were in the pool, he waved to you from the house and called out that he’d was going to run errands and to text him if you needed anything. You thought it was unusual he didn’t invite you to come along but shrugged it off, assuming he didn’t want to interrupt your much needed day of relaxation.

Which is why you’re so puzzled when he calls you a few hours later and asks if you’re getting ready for dinner. A dinner that was never mentioned to you until now.

You’re super confused, Cal is usually much more courteous, even when he wants to surprise you, because he knows how stressed rushing makes you. You hurry and jump in the shower; your boyfriend comes in a few minutes later and helps himself to the shower as well, hurriedly doing his business and pecking you on the lips before hopping out without a word. If you weren’t annoyed before, you definitely were now.

You wrap up and exit the shower, entering the bedroom to find Cal shirtless in his dress slacks, examining a few shirts laying on the bed.

“What’s the vibe?” You ask, tone short.

Cal looks at you out of the corner of his eye. “Dressy,” he answers in a tone that’s either distracted or edgy, you’re not sure which.

You shake your head and walk into the closet, immediately noticing things have been moved around. When you open the drawer you expect to pull your underwear out of, it’s now housing all the socks he bought on tour.

“Calum! The fuck is my underwear?”

“Relax, baby… I moved some things around to give you more space,” he explains, coming in and resting a hand on your hip as he pulls open a different drawer. He picks up the matching set on top, one of his favorites, a royal blue lace bralette and matching panties. “Wear this one, please?” He says, pressing his lips just below your ear.

You stare at the side of his face and he seems unphased by your attention, walking over to the other side of the closet to start thumbing through your dresses. You aren’t used to Calum caring so much about what you wear and you start sensing that something’s up.

He grabs a black dress with thin straps and ruching up the sides; it hits you mid thigh but Cal particularly likes the way it accentuates your ass. He reaches up to your shoe rack and selects a pair of strappy, studded Louboutin heels and you momentarily forget you’re annoyed with him because his back flexes in an oh so delicious way.

He moves back toward the door and grabs his belt, the one he knows makes you absolutely feral for him. You can’t help but focus on his fingers moving across the leather, threading it through the loops of his black pants. You watch his hands pull the belt taut to begin fastening the buckle and your mind begins to wander, recalling the last time you saw him do that, when the belt was around your wrists instead of his waist. You don’t realize you’re biting your lip until it begins to sting.

He turns his head just enough to wink at you as you stand there grasping your underwear and towel. “You got a half hour before we need to leave, love.”

You pass through quickly to the en suite, putting on the underwear he picked out and then quickly working on your hair and make up. Cal is in and out of the bathroom, setting accessories on the counter for both you and himself, including jewelry and his favorite of your perfumes. You lean in to the mirror to do your lashes and lips and he smacks your ass.

“Ow, Calum,” you whine, grabbing your stinging ass cheek.

He kneels behind you and pulls your hand away from the red mark, leaving a loud kiss on your skin. “Aww, sorry, baby,” he murmurs, squeezing both cheeks affectionately.

He stands back up and settles at the counter next to you, reaching for his jewelry. You reach for your setting spray but your eyes flutter over to his reflection at the sound of him sharply hissing. You see him flinch at the coolness of his chain necklace touching his bare skin still warm from the shower and his plight is instantly relatable: you can’t count the times you’ve reacted in the same way when the chain dangles from his neck as he hovers over you in bed, grazing your sweaty skin. The contrast is always surprising yet delicious.

He slowly glides his rings on his long, slender fingers; they click together as he moves and you can practically feel them pressing into your skin, tightly wrapping around your wrists, gripping your throat.

Cal evaluates his reflection, pausing long enough for you to think the torturous show is over but then he reaches for the silver bracelet he wears on his wrist. The veins in his hands flex as he maneuvers to fasten the chain and once it’s done, he shakes his hand out, testing to make sure it’s secure. The action conjures up the image of how that bracelet slides and sways on his wrist when he’s vigorously working his cock, standing over you while you’re on your knees, eagerly awaiting to taste your reward, feel it hot on your skin.

He clears his throat, snapping you out of your vividly lustful daydream. He smiles and gives you a quick cheek kiss as he exits the bathroom. He finds you frozen in place when he returns a few moments later, button down shirt selected and on but still invitingly unbuttoned. He holds up your dress and shoes, silently asking if you want help with them. You cautiously nod and he patiently waits as you slip into the dress; you turn your back to him and he gently pulls the zipper for you, chuckling as you shiver at the warmth of his breath on your neck. You shudder again as he drapes a necklace across you, fingertips grazing your skin as he works the clasp. Before you can react, he’s dropping to his knees to help you into your heels, kissing on your calves as his nimble fingers delicately buckle the shoes.

“Damn, baby,” he murmurs, as he stands to his feet, eyes moving up and down your body. “Looking so good.”

“Thanks,” you manage to murmur, “I mean you should appreciate it, it’s basically your work.”

“I may have picked the pieces but it’s your bod that’s making them work.” He reaches for your hand and pulls it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I’m gonna go grab us jackets.” He declares, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

He softly caresses your thigh the entire ride to the restaurant, his fingers climbing higher and higher up your hemline as you reach your destination and you start to wonder if that’s a preview of what the night has in store. You’ve gotten dressed up for several date nights recently that have left you both satisfied with a public orgasm, Cal exploring that side of himself has been a thrill for you both. So it’s not a surprise the second you’re seated, Cal’s hand is back under the hem of your dress.

He orders drinks for the two of you and when the waitress walks away, he leans in for a brief kiss, lips slotting together easily. He nuzzles his nose against yours before he pulls away. “You look so good, baby. Very kind of you to indulge me.”

“You’ve got a good eye, baby, I know you like all these pieces separately, not sure why we haven’t put them together before.”

He smiles, swipes the hair off your shoulder, and kisses on your neck, his lips drag across your skin up to your ear. “Got a goal in mind for you,” he whispers, fingertips dragging up and down the inside of your thigh.

“Mmkay…?” You murmur back, eyes darting around the restaurant.

“Look at me,” he says, and the second your eyes meet his, you can already guess what the request might be. His eyes are even darker than normal, lust filled, staring you down like he could eat you up right at this table. He grips your thigh tightly, leans in close, whispering, “Wanna cum in your mouth before dinner is on the table.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “So… you want a blow job or you just wanna finish in my mouth?” You ask for clarity.

“Just finish, baby, wanna look at you, talk to you while you get me there,” he rasps, pressing his lips to yours. “Wanna hear you ask for my cum.”

His eyes look over your shoulder and he smiles as the waitress sets your drinks in front of you. He asks for a couple more minutes to look at the menu and you nonchalantly drop your hand to his lap, running your nails against his thigh while you decide on food.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” he teases, fingers pressing against your pussy.

“Just waiting till we order,” you shrug, cupping his cock.

When the waitress comes back, you’re thankful that Cal orders an appetizer before dinner, buying you a little extra time. Based on his grin, he thinks you’ll need it.

When the waitress walks away, you turn towards Cal, sliding your hand up to undo his zipper.

“No patience, baby?” He grins, shaking his head.

“Well, handsome, you gave me a goal but didn’t lay out consequences or rewards for meeting it, so I just wanna play it safe.” You tease your fingertips from the base of his cock to the head and back down and you already feel him stiffening up under your touch.

“Oh, you know exactly what you get for being a good girl,” he replies, voice deep as he swipes his fingers through your folds. “As for consequences… well, I think you remember what happened last time.” He leans in for a kiss, as a way to shield the quiet moan from his lips.

You whimper because you do remember. How quickly his belt came out of his belt loops once the two of you arrived home, how easy it was for him to bend you over the closest surface, rip your panties off and deliver several hard smacks with the leather. The delicious torture would’ve been worth it on its own but he was also incredibly sweet about it afterwards, making sure it didn’t go too far and you felt well cared for.

You pull your hand up briefly to discreetly spit in your palm, working your hand over to slick him up. As you run your thumb over his slit, he has to stifle a groan and you smile to yourself.

Cal’s fingers on your clit start to match your pace on his cock, and you can tell how much he’s enjoying your skilled hand. He watches you, amused for a little while, seeing how much you enjoy what you’re doing, feeling it pool between your thighs, feeling his own precum bead at his tip.

He moves in closer and lets a little moan out in your ear. “Baby, I think someone’s onto you, that breathy little thing you do is louder than normal,” he teases.

You follow his eye line and it does seem someone keeps looking over at the two of you, but it could be any number of reasons.

You work to make it seem less noticeable, what you’re doing under the table, and you're thankful for the long table cloths at this restaurant so no one is getting a full on free show, although the possibility of being noticed was always part of the thrill of this.

You watch Cal lose his cool a little bit: biting his lip, covering his mouth with his free hand, before reaching to take a sip of his drink, glass shaking. You watch his neck as he swallows. “Baby, think you’re just about out of time,” he tsks, breathily.

“Please, I like to think I know what I’m doing,” you laugh naughtily, twisting your hand around the base of his cock, leaving your thumb hooked around his cock while you squeeze his balls.

He groans in your ear and grabs your jaw to pull you into a kiss as his fingers work your pussy in a way only he knows how. “God… look at you,” he murmurs. “Working so hard to get your man off in public, knowing you get to taste my cum before dinner. Your lip is so red and swollen from the way you’re biting it, cheeks pink from the orgasm I’m stroking your pussy for. You feel it in your stomach don’t you? You love this, the possibility of getting caught.” He sucks in a sharp breath and you know what’s coming.

You use your free hand to pull out your phone, fake check it for messages and then pretend to drop it on the ground, giving yourself a reason to bend down and finish him off.

“You ready to cum for me?” You whisper, looking at his pink cheeks.

He lets out a puff of air and nods at you. “About damn time.”

You lean down to put your mouth on his cock and as you wrap your lips around the head, he gently pushes you down further to take more of his cock in your mouth. You massage his balls and hollow out your cheeks as you pull back up, flicking your tongue over his slit a couple times and then he’s cumming, filling your mouth. You moan around his cock, continuing to slide your hand around it, milking his cum out, swallowing to make sure you can take it all.

Cal’s grinning wide at you when you come back up; his eyes crinkle as he watches you swallow and then pulls you into a kiss. The plates land on the table while he’s tasting himself on your tongue. “So good, baby… a very good girl.” He smiles at you.

He lets go and turns back toward the table to dig in, his hand that had just been in your panties teasing you, pulled away, with no indication of when or how he’ll be finishing you.

You stare at the side of his face and he does a great job of completely ignoring your unspoken inquiry. He takes a bite of his food and glances over at you. “You want a bite, baby? This is so good.”

You side eye him throughout your meal, waiting for the teasing to continue, some sort of plan to be unveiled but besides his hand occasionally stroking your thigh, he’s acting like it’s just a normal dinner date. When dessert comes, you let out a loud sigh.

“Need something, baby?” He looks over at you, giving you the look he does when you’re being dramatic.

“Uh… well, I got you off before dinner, just like you wanted, so I’m wondering when the favor is gonna be returned,” you huff incredulously.

“Oh… little lady… Was it not clear? You’re not cumming any time soon.”

You scoff and stare at him. “Excuse me? I did what you asked…”

He cuts you off. “Yes, baby, and you did great. But now I just need you to be patient and wait. It’ll be worth it, promise.” He leans in for a chaste kiss on the lips before digging into the piece of cake you're splitting.

You sigh, crossing your arms and sitting back against the seat. You get the look from Calum but he otherwise ignores your mood shift. You pout your way through the rest of your time at the restaurant and though you let him wrap his hand around yours on the walk out to the car, you resume your annoyed posture once he closes the door and you put your seatbelt on.

He gets in and when you loudly sigh again, he reaches over and grabs the back of your neck, a gentle but firm warning. “Baby, I’d maybe rethink that bratty attitude.”

Which only frustrates you more, of course. Cal’s a giver, it’s not in his nature to deny you, especially after a public session, but here he is. You sulk the whole way home and Cal’s sure to let you know it’s not going unnoticed. His last warning about it is accompanied by a knee squeeze that you briefly hope will lead to something but then he completely removes his hand from your body, leaving you in stunned silence once again.

Once you’re home, you don’t even wait for Cal to open your door, you just fling it open and stomp inside the house. You’re enough ahead of him that you have time to make it to the bedroom before you even hear the front door close.

Cal calls for you, but you don’t respond, busying yourself with the orgasm you earned and he didn’t give you.

When he graces the doorway, your teeth are sunk into your bottom lip, dress pulled up around your hips, heels dug into the mattress with your legs spread and hand in your panties, fingers slowly circling your clit.

“Baby?” You hear him coo. “What’re you doing?”

“You refused to make me cum so I figured if I might as well do it myself.”

“That’s a… choice you’re making.” He smirks. “Baby girl couldn’t be patient and wait for me to give her an orgasm, had to rush inside, stuff her hand in her panties and do it herself? Think you might come to regret that.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “But at least I’ll have finally cum,” you snark.

He’s across the room in a second, his jacket thrown next to you on the bed. He makes eye contact with you, making sure you watch as he undoes the top couple buttons of his shirt, rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. He pushes the hair out of his eyes and then runs his hands up your thighs, grabbing your panties and quickly pulling them down your legs. “Might as well commit to it, then.”

His hands rest on your knees and his eyes flick between your face and what your fingers are doing between your thighs.

“Push 'em in,” he demands.

“I’m sorry,” you pant, pausing to let out a moan. “You lost your opportunity to participate in my orgasm when you wouldn’t give me one.”

Cal smirks and shakes his head. “Baby, what did I tell you in the car? Stop being a brat. You want to get off, you go right ahead, but understand there are consequences for your actions.”

Your body shudders at both his tone and the look in his eye. You decide to follow his instructions and push two fingers in. Cal uses a ring clad hand to smack your thigh. “Calum!” You whimper.

“That’s good, baby, use your other hand to rub your clit, small circles. Just like I would.”

He lets you work, waiting for you to get close, something he can easily tell just by the way you breathe. “Eyes on me,” he commands. Your eyes pop open at the tone and you have to watch as he slowly undoes his belt buckle, gently pulling it through the loops, his long fingers sliding over the smooth leather. He folds it in half and carefully drags it up your thigh. “C’mon darlin’, you wanted to make yourself cum and I’m getting tired of waiting on you.”

Suddenly, it clicks in your brain: his attitude, how demanding he’s being, the fact that you know he plans to use that belt on you in at least one way… he’s attempting to give you what you asked for and he’s showing no signs of breaking character like he usually does.

You take your time, really enjoying your building climax, working your fingers perfectly. Your head turns so you can bite the bed spread as you cum, your breathing indicating how hard it is. Cal watches with disdain as you relax, looking completely satisfied.

He gives you a look that soaks you again in an instant. He leans over you. “So you think you can do it better than me?”

“Just showing you I can do it for myself.”

He stands and pulls at his lip, shaking his head in disbelief. “Get naked, leave the heels on.”

His tone says not to test him so you quickly push yourself up to strip the dress and bralette off. He takes your hand and pulls you forward a bit, he trails his fingers and the belt across your skin, raising goosebumps as he goes, across your stomach and down the backs of your thighs, across your ass and over your nipples.

He grabs your jaw for a rough kiss, bites your lip and then turns you around, shoving you face first over the bed. His hand smooths over your ass first, but even still, you don’t expect the spank with his belt right across your ass. He delivers two more that land across your thighs.

You whimper and you can almost feel his hesitation until he speaks. “What’s your color, baby?” His voice is confident and strong as it leaves his mouth.

“Green, green, green, so fucking green, Cal. Never been more green in my life.” It almost sounds like begging, even in your own ears.

You quickly lose count after four more spanks but you don’t mind, the sting will live with you for days and at this point you’re craving it.

“So pretty and red, baby,” he murmurs, using his ring clad hands to squeeze your ass. Your body tenses, the rings are cool and against the sting, it hurts in the best way. “Now, let’s get you in a more agreeable position, yeah?” You don’t answer because you know it’s rhetorical. You whimper as he grabs your hair close to your scalp and pulls you to the floor, on your knees. “Hands” is all he says and you offer them right up.

Cal wraps the belt around your wrists, securing them together. He taps your hands and you try to pull them apart, showing him they are solidly held together by the leather. His hands cup your neck, thumbs caressing your jaw. “Your mouth is so good, baby, think I wanna feel it around my cock again. Wanna be my good girl?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

You watch his jaw flex as he makes a big show of undressing himself, acutely aware of the way you’re hungrily watching his fingers work over his buttons, the way you lick your lips as even more of his body is revealed to you.

Your eyes become fixated on the way his underwear strains against his hard cock and you wait with eager anticipation for him to peel them off. You know the tip will be red and leaking, and you’re aching to see it.

Without even thinking, you lean forward, mouthing over the fabric, feeling the warmth radiate from his cock, tasting the salty spot the precum has left.

He sighs, but it’s not pleasurable, it’s… disappointment?

“Just when I thought you were starting to behave.” His tone drips with disdain as he pushes your forehead back so you’re upright. He pulls his cock out with one hand, the other gently rubbing your neck and you get an idea of what to prepare yourself for. He strokes himself a couple times, before pushing his underwear down and stepping toward you.

He taps his cock on your cheek a couple times, then drags the tip over your lips, leaving a trail of salty precum. You hold back from licking your lips, even though you desperately want to. He pulls his cock up, runs the underside over your lips until his balls are at your mouth. “Suck,” he instructs. You quickly open your mouth to comply. “Isn’t it more fun when we play together?” He asks tauntingly.

With your mouth full, you agree, moaning around his balls. He pulls away and looks at you expectantly. “Yes, Daddy,” you sigh.

His lips part in a soft but audible moan. He pushes the hair off your face and grabs his cock again, placing the tip back at your lips. “You ready for this?” He watches as you nod and open your mouth. He lets you slick him up, watching as you take more and more of him into your mouth, trying to prepare yourself. He pushes you back, letting his cock fall out of your mouth. “Don’t think you’re quite getting there, baby… open up.”

You look up at him, confused as to what you did wrong and when you see the look on his face, you open your mouth as requested. He gives you an intense stare for a beat before leaning down to spit into your open mouth. Your eyes widen and your chest heaves with excitement; a low growl escapes his throat as he watches you react to your fantasy being fulfilled.

“That what you wanted?” He asks sternly, though his eyes betray him and you can see his desperate need to please you lurking behind them.

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” you babble, heart pounding in your eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Good.”

You know the thrill is showing on your face, you feel it coursing through your veins, pooling between your thighs. He shoves you back to your knees and pushes his cock past your lips, grabbing your head to set his own quick pace.

He only slows when he finally works himself into your throat, moaning out loud while you try to moan around his cock too. He holds you all the way on his cock for several long seconds, until he can feel the tears from your eyes on his own skin. He pulls his cock all the way out and cups your chin, bending to meet you at eye level. “Good girl.”

He pulls you up by the belt around your wrists, only to shove you face down over the side of the bed. He grabs your ass in his hand, squeezing tight. “Baby girl,” he sighs, wrapping his hand around his cock and smacking it across your ass cheeks before spitting between them, the saliva running down your skin making it that much easier for him to rut his cock against your ass. “Been waiting to be in your sweet cunt all night. Didn’t realize how tough you’d make it, how sidetracked I’d have to get.”

He finally stops fucking around and slicks his tip through your folds. He sinks into your pussy with a deep moan, bottoming out easily, eliciting a loud moan from you. He slowly pulls out and drives his hips back in, producing a loud smack as your bodies meet. You hear his breathing become labored as he picks up the pace.

“Fuck… Daddy… feels so good,” you moan.

He instantly responds, grabbing your hair to pull you up against his body. He growls in your ear as you arch against him, his cock hitting deeper. His hand wraps around your neck and he gently rubs it, grunting in your ear. “So fucking hot watching you suck my cock, eat my cum at dinner, always such a naughty little thing for me,” he praises, letting you go and pushing you back down, chest on the bed.

He continues driving his hips, grunting, growling at you, his hands going to work on your already sore ass. You still still feel his rings digging into your skin as he grabs handfuls of your ass, feel the way they almost bite as he starts moving your body to meet him.

“Oh… fuck.” It’s a gravelly moan from the back of his throat. His hands grip your ass tightly as he slows, his cum spilling into you. He pushes all the way in and leans over your body, his chest pressing into your back as he sweeps the hair off the back of your neck, pressing soft kisses on the skin he’s uncovered. He leaves sloppy open mouth kisses down your spine, slowly pulling out as he goes.

He grabs your hip and easily flips you onto your back. You bring your hands down and he quickly unfastens the belt, tossing it to the side. He leans in for a kiss, passionate and slow. “Color?” He murmurs in your ear.

“Still green,” you say softly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He kisses the tip of your nose and then he’s on the floor, on his knees between your thighs.

He pushes them further apart, making quick work of the mess his cum has made on your thighs, nipping and leaving hickeys as he goes. He pulls your thighs over his shoulders and wraps his arms around them, quickly licking into you with no other warning. Your fingers are instantly in his hair, moans spilling out left and right. “Oh fuck, Daddy,” you moan, desperately pulling him closer to you. He gently nibbles your clit, enjoying your sounds the way he always does.

When you feel yourself get close, you let out a breathy “Cal, Daddy, please… wanna cum.”

He pulls his head back a little and slides his tongue up and down your clit, “Good girl for asking… but I’m not ready for you to cum yet.” You groan as his thumb replaces his tongue on your clit and he goes back to kissing and sucking on your thighs, nibbling your skin.

He can tell you’re getting too close so he pulls his thumb away as well. His hands set to work caressing your body, feeling over your curves while his mouth continues pressing kisses along your thighs. You whimper out his hame a few times, arch your body into his touch as his hands work up and down your sides and stomach, cupping your breasts, toying with your nipples. You press your hands over his, coaxing him into squeezing harder, feeling more.

“Baby, please…” you moan. “Just wanna cum for you.”

“I’m not sure you’re ready yet,” he teases. “You were a brat for quite a while tonight.”

“I know… I’m sorry, Daddy, please just let me cum,” you whine.

“Ok, baby girl, ok.” He presses light kisses on your thighs, working back up to your pussy. His arms clasp around your thighs, lips wrapping around your clit and he holds you down as he starts to suck and lick over your clit.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh… fuck!” You moan, pulling his hair, digging your nails into the back of his neck as you finally cum.

He licks into you, cleaning you up as you come down. You pull him up when you can’t take anymore, pressing your mouth to his, licking past his lips.

The kisses are noisy and needy, but slowly turn into something caring and reassuring, from both sides. You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him as close to you as possible. You kiss for a while longer and then he’s gently pushing away to undo the heels still on your feet, taking just as much care as he takes them off as when he helped you put them on.

“I know this was all a little out of your comfort zone so I really appreciate you and all the effort you put into tonight,” you say softly.

Cal tosses your shoes aside, kissing each of your feet before laying down next to you. He pulls your body to his so he can wrap you in your favorite blanket and him. “It doesn’t always have to be about me, though, baby. You deserve to have everything you want, love. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, I’m glad I was able to deliver on something you wanted.” He kisses your forehead before pulling back to study your face as he asks, “How’s your ass feelin’? I really did a number on you.”

You grin, the dull ache a satisfying reminder of the experience you just had. “It’s gonna be a rough couple days but definitely worth it.”

“I’ve got lotion for it, too. Figure we can shower once we catch our breath and then I can fix you right up,” he murmurs, lips attaching to your forehead once more. “Did I forget anything? Anything you’d change?”

“My love, it was perfect, from dinner to the bedroom antics to the belt to the spit… once I put it all together… holy fuck, Calum, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so excited.”

“Bet you thought I was just being moody,” he chuckles, pushing your hair off your face, threading his fingers through. “I’d do anything to make you happy,” he hums, slotting your lips together.

You deepen the kiss and pull him tighter. “If I didn’t know before, I definitely do now, love. Thank you.”

#calum hood #calum smut #5sos fic #5 seconds of summer smut #Calum!5sos #open my mind for ya #cass #cal-puddies fix

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wakeupwithamnesia · 1 year

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Blue hair Calum is genuinely one of the best

#calum hood #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sauce #blue hair Cal #honestly love him ❤️#he’s so 😩😩😩#:-)

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kaleidoscopeminds · 3 months

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(♡ヮ♡)

#5sosedit #5sos #*#luke #cal #michael #muke #cake #for arias request!!!

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sinning5sos · 8 months

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close | Calum

Requested: no just up calums ass

Word Count: ~3,100

Smut: lots of angst then sweet missionary <3

It was movie night with friends, and you were currently curled up on the couch by yourself while your roommate was on the opposing couch with her boyfriend, and you felt slightly envious of the physical touch but you pushed the thought to the side. You had just recently broken up with your boyfriend of over a year, and were missing all of the normalcy that came from your relationship.

That’s why your roommate was having a movie night, to get your mind off of everything. Some raunchy comedy was on the tv, but you weren’t really paying attention. Your gaze fell onto Calum, who was lying down on the floor, sprawled out between the two couches and you had a small smile on your face as he laughed loudly.

“Hey, pass the popcorn,” Calums voice rose from the floor and you sighed as you glanced down at him. You thought about just passing it down to him, but you wanted to keep it for yourself.

“Or, you can just move up here. It’d be a lot easier,” you muttered, and he sighed dramatically as he pushed off the floor and sat up, “Just saying,”

“I just thought you might have wanted your space,” he said, and you rolled your eyes as you moved your legs in front of you to empty the couch beside you. You lifted the blanket and let it fall over your body once more.

“Yeah but it’s you Cal, it’s different.” you said, and he smiled as he climbed up the couch and you leaned back against it. It was different. Before you and your ex had started dating, you were very much interested in Calum. You pushed all of your feelings, pushed the memories of when the two of you had nearly hooked up but stopped at the last second, pushed everything including Calum away.

The two of you drifted apart in the last year, it was too confusing but you missed him. You looked to the side, watching Calum as his focus was still on the movie. He had a small smile on his face, but it got wider the moment that he noticed your attention was on him.

“My favorite thing is the little lines that you get around your eyes when you smile,” You whispered, and his smile grew even more.

“Hey, we’re going to go out to the bar. Do you guys want to come with?” Your roommate interrupted, but you shook your head. There was only one good bar in town, and you had a strong feeling that your ex was already there, most likely drunk and you did not want to deal with that.

“No, I’m good.” Calum answered, and you were surprised as he normally loved going out, “I’ll stay here and keep her company.”

“You don’t have to do that,” You said, elbowing him slightly but he chuckled as he nodded.

“You’re right, but I want to. It’s been a while,” He said. You smiled down at your lap and sighed. The two were moving back and forth throughout the apartment before they finally said their goodbyes and left out the front door.

“Here, you can stretch your legs back out.” Calum whispered to you, and you nodded as you lifted the blanket and let your legs fall onto his lap. He set his palm against your calf, letting it rest there and you nodded in approval at the small action.

After a few minutes, he started to slide his hand back and forth, and you hummed at the physical contact. You missed him, you missed him more than you could have imagined.

“I missed you Cal,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he nodded.

He dragged his finger along the underside of your foot, and you giggled as you let your head rest on his shoulder. “I missed you too darling,”

“It’s been too long.” You said, and he sighed but nodded. You both go quiet as you get invested in the movie and when two characters confess feelings, Calum breaks the silence.

“I felt so guilty for having feelings for you, I felt so goddamn guilty.” He murmured, and you frowned as you pulled away.

You sit up and pull your legs away from him to cross them, resting your hands in your lap, before you question what he means, “Guilty for what?”

He lets out a huff and reaches for his beer, taking a drink before holding in between his thighs so he can rub his face with both hands. “The last time you visited me on tour,” He avoids your gaze and you know what he meant immediately, but remains silent. “I pretended I didn’t remember because you hurt me and I didn’t want to show it, I didn’t want to show you how much you meant to me and how badly you hurt me. And I felt guilty because I kissed you, I kissed you knowing that you were leaving and going home to some guy that wasn’t me.”

He paused to take another drink and chewed on his lip for a moment before continuing. “I kissed you knowing you had feelings for someone else and that we couldn’t be together but in that elevator, I wanted you so bad I would have done anything for you. I felt disgusting because I knew you didn’t want anything with me and I kissed you and said things I shouldn't have, knowing you were in a relationship with someone and that I shouldn’t have.”

He meets your gaze for the first time to gauge your reaction and when you don’t say anything he speaks again, “I couldn’t sleep at all that night. I wanted to go and apologize. I wanted to just knock on your door and beg for your forgiveness. I hated myself for it.”

“I’m sorry Cal,” You whispered and he shrugged his shoulders as he looked away from you.

“It’s not your fault is it? But the guilt just kept gnawing at me. I wanted you to be unhappy in that relationship, I just wanted it to end. I’m so fucking disgusted with myself,” He trailed off and your eyes stung slightly as you thought about what you put him through. You didn’t quite remember that there was more to your history that the two of you shared until it finally hit you, and then you realized.

You had confessed the feelings that you had for Calum right before he left to go on the new promo tour. You knew deep down that it wasn’t a good idea, he would be leaving and it wasn’t good to have the foundation of your relationship be on when he would ever be home.

It would just have been too difficult to manage, and so instead, the two of you remained friends. Between the promo tour, music festivals and then a whole new tour after that to go along with the album release, there just wasn’t time for the two of you to have a relationship.

And then, Calum left.

That was when you met him. The fun little fling that turned into friends with benefits and then into somewhat of a steady relationship. He knew about Calum from the start, he knew about the complicated relationship between the two of you.

In between the stages of the fun little fling and friends with benefits, you visited Cal while he was on tour. You told him that you were flying out to see Calum, and he was unsure about it but didn’t want to seem controlling or annoying in any way.

“What do you mean, you have a friend with benefits?” Calum snorted, and raised the bottle up to his lips once again. You glared at him for a moment before leaning back into the couch.

“And you don’t? Please Cal, I’ve heard about your hookups throughout the different places. At least someone over here cares enough to tell me,” You muttered and he frowned as he looked up at you.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” He said, and you rolled your eyes and he set his palm on top of your knee and squeezed gently, “Really, I am sorry.”

“Cal, it hurts hearing it but it’s fine. We agreed that we wouldn’t make a relationship out of this so I get it,” You said and he shrugged his shoulders as he removed his hand.

“Yeah, I get it. But screw this, let’s go out. Let’s go have fun, I didn’t fly you all the way out here to sit in this hotel room. There’s a club in the lobby of the hotel, let’s go down.” He said, and you nodded as the two of you got up and got ready to go out for the night.

***

The music in the club was still pulsating through your body, even now as the two of you were headed toward the elevator. One drink had turned into two, then three, then you slowly lost count as you danced with Calum.

Your shoulder grazed his, your fingers dancing near each other as you continued walking before you whined and huffed. Your feet were hurting, the shoes digging into them so Calum stopped you and helped you take your shoes off.

“I got you Princess,” He mumbled and you giggled as you continued walking, now barefoot and he held your heels in his hands. He helped you as you stumbled slightly, a drunk grin on his face as he slid his free hand down to your hip. The two of you leaned on each other for support as you waited for the elevator doors to open, and he held you firmly against him.

“You smell so fucking good,” He murmured against your hair, pressing a kiss against your head. He hummed quietly to you, the sound making you feel at home. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You kissed his chest gently, thinking about how much you missed him when the elevator doors opened. A few people filed out, and as the two of you went in you had the elevator to yourselves.

He pushed you back against the wall and dropped your heels in one smooth motion, his hands now coming up to cup your face.

“God I want to taste you,” He whispered before pressing his lips against yours. You were surprised at first, but melted into the kiss and ran your hands up his chest to his neck. He continued the kiss, eagerly pressing into you before pulling back and trailing kisses down your neck.

“I missed you so goddamn much,” He murmured between kisses, peppering them along your throat.

“Cal,” You exclaimed, noticing the button lights weren’t lit, “You didn’t even press our floor.”

He rolled his eyes but pulled back to press his floor, the light now lit up and the elevator started moving. He moved quickly back over to you and wrapped you in his arms, breathing out heavily.

“Good, it gives me more time for you,” He murmured against your neck, “I’d give this all up for you. Just say the words.”

Hearing that sobered you up, and you leaned back against the wall and pressed your forehead against his. He tried kissing you again, but you turned your head at the last moment. He couldn’t mean it. He was drunk. He was just excited. The doors opened with a slight ding, and you moved past him to start going toward your room. As you opened your door, you turned back to see him, your heels still on the ground beside him as he had a broken look on his face.

You almost changed your mind.

He called your name as you slipped into your room, and heard his footsteps echo yours down the hall but you locked the door behind you. You heard him mumble out a quiet ‘fuck’, then heard him go into his own room. You took a deep breath as you leaned against your door, trying to process through everything that just happened within five minutes. Instead of acknowledging any of it, you decided to pass out for the night.

***

A knock on your door sounded, and you rolled out of bed to answer it. You opened it to reveal a very hungover Calum, and you wondered if how you looked rivaled him.

“We gotta get you to the airport.” He mumbled, and you winced as your head was pounding.

“Do you want to talk about last night?” You asked, but Calum just shook his head. You took a deep breath and was about ready to bring it up when he interrupted.

“I don’t remember anything from last night. Get ready, I’ll go grab food and meet you back here in twenty.”

You shut the door behind him, gathered your things and took a quick shower. The water helped you feel refreshed, but you still couldn’t properly form thoughts on what happened last night. You wanted to talk about it with Calum, but he claimed to not remember.

Calum returned shortly and grabbed your bags as he offered you a breakfast sandwich. You gratefully accepted it, and walked down the hall into the elevator.

“Calum, are you sure you don’t remember anything from last night?” You prompted again, but he shook his head.

“No. I told you that already. Let’s just get you to the airport so you can go home.”

“I still have those heels of yours. I never had a chance to give them back to you. I don’t think I wanted to let go of them,” He muttered, his eyes avoiding yours, “I’ve wanted to bring it up every single day but I never knew how.”

“You should have Calum. I missed you so goddamn much.” You whispered, and he turned to face you.

“We can make up for lost time. Or we can start over. Or we can do whatever you want to do.” He nearly pleaded, and you sighed as you took his hand in yours and squeezed it gently.

“I just want you Calum, that’s all I ever wanted.” You replied, and he had a small smile on his face. He pulled you closer to him, your faces just inches from each other. It was like a game of chicken, on who was going to kiss who first. You decided to initiate the kiss, and pressed your lips against his.

“Can we finish what we started in the elevator? I still want to taste you,” He breathed against your lips and you giggled slightly.

“My room. Now Hood.” You instructed, and he picked you up off of the couch. You laughed against his shoulder and wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you over to your bedroom. He let you fall gently onto the bed, and took his shirt off in one smooth motion. You ripped off your own shirt, and he let out a low whistle as he climbed onto the bed with you.

“You’re nearly making it worth the wait Princess,” He murmured, connecting your lips once again. You leaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, nearly pulling him closer to you.

“I’ve thought about kissing you again nearly everyday since that fucking elevator.” You breathed against his lips, and he pulled back to make eye contact with you.

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” He whispered, and you shook your head as you pulled him closer.

“That’s done now Calum. We’re moving forward now,” You said, and he nodded.

“Are you sure?” He asked, and it was your turn to nod as you were extremely sure.

“Fuck me,” You whispered to him and he chuckled as he snuck his fingers into the waistband of your pants.

“That’s the plan.”

He pulled them down, revealing no panties underneath and he looked up at you with a smile on his face. He pulled his own pants down, and you grabbed a condom from the bedside table. He put it on himself and you spread your legs for him, and he knelt between them.

He spit into his hand and wrapped it around his cock, pumping it a few times as your own hand went between your legs. You rubbed your clit, moaning slightly at the contact and he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed inside, and you threw your head back as he gave you time to adjust.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were this big.” You breathed out and he chuckled.

“Didn’t you see my nudes circulating?” He muttered, and you shook your head as he started testing you. He rocked his hips back and forth, and you moaned at the feeling of him filling you up.

“Wanted to respect your privacy,” You mumbled and he smiled as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Yeah, you’re really doing that now.” He murmured, moving to kiss your forehead, “You feel so fucking good.”

“It’s been the lost time between us making it feel better,” You whispered, and he rolled his eyes as he paused his thrusts, “Don’t stop fucking me.”

“Alright, bossy aren’t you baby girl?”

You smiled up at him as you wrapped your hand around his bicep, holding onto him for stability as he continued thrusting into you. Maybe it was the fact that you haven’t been fucked in a little bit, or the fact that he felt so good, but you were already close to cumming. You whimpered as you threw your head back, and he took it as an opportunity to latch his lips onto your neck again.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” He breathed against your neck, and you leaned back up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull you closer to him. It was the lack of touch from him recently, but you just wanted to be so close to him.

“You’re making me feel so fucking good Cal,” You moaned out, and he sucked in a breath, “Oh, I’m going to cum.”

“Good, cum for me Princess.” He muttered, and you wrapped your legs around the back of his waist as he continued thrusting into you. You let yourself become unraveled, cumming on his cock and you whimpered as he continued his thrusts.

“Fuck,” He moaned, his hips stilling as he came shortly after you, and you relished in the post orgasm euphoria as he cleaned himself up, then you, and laid in bed beside you.

“I’ve waited for years to do that,” He whispered, and you turned on your side to let him lay behind you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, tucking your body into his, “I won’t wait so long to do it again, I promise you that.”

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