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ughkat · 7 months

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hi! could you write calum x reader where calum has a crush on her and ashton exposes his crush on her during a live or something?

pls and thank u

i might do a part two of this idk 😳

crush | c.t.h

calum x fem!reader

part two here

got excited writing this sorry ab the lengthiness!

alcohol, swearing

not proofread

"I'm heading over right now."

"We'll be here.".

I finished my phone call to Ashton, who had just minutes ago invited me for a routine hangout with him and the other three boys.

My friendship with Ashton had sprouted prior to his band forming. We were best friends, some would describe as inseparable. Once joining the band, they immediately brought me in as well. Though never having the same connections as I did with Ashton with them, Calum, Luke and Michael never failed to make me feel at home.

Since then, we've grown up and blossomed into larger things in life, yet we still keep our bond close. Routine effortless hangouts and conversations on almost a daily has kept out growing friendships alive.

Recently, I had began to notice a shift in energy with Calum. I tried to think nothing of it, but the conversations began to get shorter, and his words for me grew small. He almost made me feel as if I did something wrong.

I gathered my belongings, checking my outfit before heading outside to my car, shivering at the cold weather. I dressed lazily in a large grey hoodie, along with black leggings and converse. I quickly turned on the heater after starting my car, and pulled put of the driveway.

I drove quietly as my mind wandered about confronting Calum for his change of mood towards me. I knew I was safe to bring up an issue to my friends, but I was concerned this was only a me problem.

My wandering mind passed the time quickly, arriving me to Ashton's apartment. I pulled slowly onto the curb in front of his apartment, sending off a quick "I'm here" text before exiting my car.

"Heyyy!" Ashton cheered goofily, raising his arms as he appeared from the front door. I giggled as I made my way up his driveway towards him. He reached an arm out for a quick hug as he spoke.

"How ya' doing?" He smiled, ushering me inside. I sighed dramatically.

"Could be better." I raised my eyebrows with defeat as I made my way inside. I set my bag and keys down on his kitchen counter which was decorated with various alcoholic beverages and snacks. I turned to the living room, being greeted by Calum, Luke and Michael at the couch. I watched as Calum's eyes quickly met mine, then shot back down to his hands.

"Well..." Ashton began, moving behind me swiftly, "Have a shot." He grinned, I turned to look at Ashton who had presented me with a small glass with a shot of mystery alcohol in it. The three boys from the living room shouted dramatic miscellaneous cheers and encouragements from behind me. I let out a laugh and reached for the drink. I looked at Ashton and shook my head laughing. With a shrug, I tossed my head back, taking my shot quickly. I scrunched my face briefly before frantically searching for a chaser.

"Give me a drink. I need a drink." I mumbled, shaking my head. Luke whistled from the couch with a laugh, holding out a Coke can. I hurried to the open drink and took a large swig.

"You didn't take that shot, that shot took you." Michael joked as I found my seat on the couch. I scoffed with furrowed eyebrows.

"Fuck off." I giggled. I glanced to Calum who had been awfully quiet. He was heavily focused on picking at a loose string on his t-shirt, faking an amused look on his face. I immediately noted his off mood. The boys continued whatever conversation they had before I arrived, laughing and cracking joke's beside me. I watched Calum carefully as he loosely followed their words, more in his own head than present with us. I decided to finally speak up.

"Cal." I chirped, snapping him out of his trance. His head perked up quickly as the room fell silent.

"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes darted to everyone in the room nervously, then back to mine. I anxiously slouched back down at the unexpected and unnerving silence before speaking.

"Are you mad at me or something?" I questioned, keeping a cool tone. I watched from my peripheral as the boys eyes flashed to Calum. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he shook his head slowly.

"No..?" He muttered quietly. I bit the inside of me cheek and looked to the other boys, hoping one of them would agree with my observation of Calum's negative mood. Instead, they watched Calum like a bomb.

"You've been so quiet and weird with me lately. I know they see it too." I laughed anxiously, motioning to the boys. I widened my eyes at them, begging for some help. Calum looked to the boys, licking his lips anxiously.

"I-.." He began nervously, "I've just been feeling kinda off recently. I'm sorry." He stuttered nonchalantly, his eyes failing to connect with mine. "Kinda off?" I thought to myself, "Bad excuse.".

"I think he just means in the studio and such. We've all been pretty tired recently." Ashton jumped in quickly, glancing at Calum after speaking.

"Right." I replied, not buying whatever game they were trying to play.

We continued the night many hours into the early morning, as we normally would, we watched a few movies and ordered a bunch of junk food. Calum kept up his unusual behavior, trying his best to fake it, but I never let go of the thought that I would find out what was going on with him.

"You sure you don't wanna spend the night? It's late, and you've been drinking." Ashton offered as we walked to his front door. I gave him a hug and stepped outside.

"No, it's okay." I looked down to my phone, noting the time of 1:45 am. "I have work tomorrow and I'm okay to drive. My last drink was hours ago and all those snacks and fast food have taken over my veins." I groaned dramatically. Ashton giggled before nodding gently.

"I'll see you later." He patted my back and sent me down his driveway, watching me as I entered my car.

On my drive home, I was left unsatisfied with my confrontation with Calum. I thought our closeness would have led him to be more open, but he was so blatantly lying. Ashton obviously covering the lie for him only grew my suspicions more. My mind raced of the possibilities of what could be bothering the boy.

I lazily kicked off my shoes as I entered my apartment, tossing my keys of a small side table beside the door. Filled with junk from Ashton's house, I skipped my kitchen and headed straight for my bedroom.

I slipped out of my black leggings and hoodie, changing into a large shirt and underwear. As I tossed my laundry into the basket, my phone let off a ding on my bed. I flopped onto my bed, reaching for my phone and reading the notification. It read that the boys had started a live stream on twitch. I let out a giggle, amused at the boy's inability to rest. Clicking on the notification, I settled into my bed.

"We just saw each other 20 minutes ago!" Ashton cheered sarcastically from the livestream. I smiled at the faces on the screen.

"Hey, Y/n is here." Ashton chuckled, looking closer at the screen. I watched as the boys talked to the viewers of the stream and to each other, making jokes and messing with filters.

"Calum's sad cause Y/n yelled at him." Michael joked. Calum sent Michael a death glare, earning a chuckle from me.

"She didn't yell at me." Calum scoffed with a forced smile. I rolled my eyes sarcastically at his stubbornness, continuing to tune into the stream.

"He's sad cause he's in love with her." Ashton mumbled looking down to his phone, widening his eyes quickly and looking up at his screen after speaking, realizing what he had said.

"Dude." Calum spoke quietly. I narrowed my eyebrows at his words, him looking just as surprised as me. Ashton turned off his camera, followed by Calum, as if he had said something controversial. I put the speaker to my ear as the live suddenly fell quiet. Incoherent whispers came through before Ashton appeared again.

"Alright we'll see you guys later." Ashton forced a smile and a wave to the livestream before ending it abruptly. I stared at my empty screen in confusion, trying to make sense of Ashton's words. Did I hear him wrong? Was my phone glitching? I decided to play it cool and text Ashton calmly.

"Hey, why'd you end your live?"

I watched the three dots appear and disappear repeatedly before his message appeared.

"You should text Cal.".

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orangeinecstasy · 5 months

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

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

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

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

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

wc: 750

Monday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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heartbreakgrill · 6 months

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how you get the girl: calum hood.

1989 (Heartbreak Grill’s Version)

stand there like a ghost, shaking from the rain. she’ll open up the door and say, ‘are you insane?’

“there’s someone here for you!”

i looked up from my computer screen, eyes trailing across the rainy window, pattering softly from the droplets that drenched the glass. my roommate passed my room, lazily shouting the sentence through the open door.

i furrowed my brows. i wasn’t expecting anybody, and i didn’t have any packages that were getting delivered- at least, not until tomorrow.

“who is it?” i shouted down the hall, towards the living room, as i stepped from my room.

“don’t know. some boy,” she replied. the television unpaused and a laughter track interrupted any further conversation we could have.

i turned back towards the front door. a blurry shadow was illuminated through the frosted panes of the door. it was a tall man. part of me worried that this was the moment at the beginning of a horror movie, when girls like me always died.

part of me worried it was someone worse.

i latched a hand around the door knob, cowering in on myself as the brisk wind gushed through the foyer of the apartment. goosebumps nibbled at my skin. i shivered. my hair wafted over my shoulders.

and my eyes focused on the figure looming over my doorstep, their black clothing dripping with water, hair soaked to the scalp.

my jaw slackened, my eyes widened. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

calum let out a heavy sigh, as though he’d been holding his breath since the last time we spoke. my eyes drug over his stormy demeanor, images flashing through my mind of a time i tried so hard not to remember.

“calum,” i insisted, “what are you doing here? what- don’t you have tour? shouldn’t you be in- in mexico right now?”

“i had to see you,” he rushed out.

rain splashed on my bare feet, against the exposed skin on my arms, as the sky continued pouring. i flinched at the cold droplets.

“what…” i couldn’t put together many words right now, but i knew, “you need to come in, you’re gonna get sick!”

i stepped aside, ushering him into the foyer. the carpet dampened under his converse and a puddle started forming on the hardwood. calum shook his hair out, spraying water across my shirt like a dog fresh out of a bath.

i huffed, “um…let me get- a towel. hang on. stay,” i gestured to him like he really was an animal.

he chuckled shortly.

say it’s been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want.

i ushered calum into my room, shoving a towel into his hands. i lay another one across the floor to clean up his mess. he shed his converse, his jacket, tossing it into my hamper.

“you still have my zeppelin shirt,” he stated, memory clear as a day.

“is that what you came here for?” i crossed my arms, a little defensive at his somewhat rude accusation.

calum dried his curls out with the towel. he chuckled again at my words. “no…i-“ he ran the towel over his face, then pointed at his body, “i’m soaked. you have my shirt.”

“oh!” i straightened up, red in the face at my lack of understanding. “yeah…i…”

i ashamedly dug through my pajama drawer, pulling out the top-big t-shirt that i resisted the urge to wear to sleep sometimes. i turned my body away from calum as he began to take off his shirt, with no warning. but, i could him in the mirror.

my eyes trailed over his body, as sure as my fingertips remember it.

say it’s been a long six months, and you were too afraid to tell her what you want.

calum spoke my name, a sound so sweet, so sacred, that my body wracked with anticipation, with a drawing want for what we had.

i looked back at him, arms uncrossing themselves. “why are you here, calum?” my tone had dropped, a saddened furrow pulling my brows together. “it’s been…six months.”

“i know,” calum stepped towards me, hands shaking before him. he lay them out like a truce. i wanted to grab them, to hit them yet hold them. to curse them and worship their fingertips.

i pressed my own fingers to my forehead, cooling the heat that sprouted there. “what- just please, say something! i don’t hear from you for six months and you just…show up, out of the blue? what’s going on?”

calum fidgeted with the ring on his finger, rolled his lips together. they were nervous habits i’d picked up on in the short time we’d spent together.

flickering memories i’d never seemed to be able to forget.

“i’m sorry,” calum shook his head, as if rejecting his own actions. “im sorry for leaving. im sorry for not saying goodbye. im sorry for…for not telling you…”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl.

“telling me what?” i could feel frustrated, angry tears welling up in my eyes. i was just so…how could he do this?

how could he come into my life, unexpectedly, make me feel things i’d never known before, then shut the door on a chapter that had gone unfinished?

then, pick back up the book after six months, as though he could just finish me off whenever he so pleased?

“telling me what, calum?” i pressed, taking a step closer.

“telling you that i love you,” he nearly whispered it, as though he was scared of the confession, as though it would shift the entire world.

i blinked.

calum stared back at me, the hood in his eyes flooding over with confusion as the silence lingered on. “i…” he tried to find some new words, tried to fill the blanks, “i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you since i saw you at the bar that night. i- i haven’t been able to forget you, and i-“

“get out.”

calum’s words stalled. his lips sat parted, the unfinished sentences lingering on the tip of his tongue. he ran it over his lips, “what?”

i crossed my arms again, tightening the clutches, as if to hold myself together, to hold myself strong. i wasn’t going to give into this.

“get out. go. leave. go back to mexico and go play your stupid little concert,” my voice was low because i was afraid that if i spoke any louder, i would crack. i’d cry.

i’d tell him that i love him too.

but i just couldn’t.

“what-?” calum went to defend himself, to try to explain the situation.

but, i was shoving his shoulder. i was gathering his shoes, tossing his coat at him, opening the front door. he battled me, weakly, sputtering out useless words, twisting around to face me, though i kept pushing.

“leave me alone.”

remind her how it used to be with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks.

i locked the door. calum’s shadow lingered on the porch, blackened against the light. i reached a finger up towards the button and shut the porch light off. i heard calum groan.

the tears fell down my cheeks.

i had spent the last six months getting over him.

i had spent hours in therapy, wondering why he had never picked me in the first place, why he had abandoned me like an unwanted path of his life.

i had grieved a relationship that never even got to exist, i had gotten over somebody who i never even had in the first place. i had rebuilt myself, i had redownloaded the dating apps. i was starting over.

i was moving on.

and now he was here and i felt like that naive girl from six months ago.

i went back to my desk. i crossed my legs, balanced my chin on my fist, and stared at my computer screen, blankly. my mind spurred with unwanted thoughts, my heart palpitating with emotions i had been used to not feeling for so long.

i typed out a few words for my essay, hoping it would stimulate the academic side of my brain. maybe if i focused on something else, i could pretend like tonight never even happened.

i continued on my assignment, until i reached a pass. there was a section of the reading that referenced another book. i needed to get it from my closet.

of course, while i was reaching for the textbook, a box, tucked far into the corner of my closet- the corner of my mind- came toppling down onto my head. i helped at the impact, rubbing the minor injury as i reached down for the shoebox.

my brows furrowed at the sight. when it rained, it poured.

i slowly lowered myself to my knees, shaking hands reaching out for the spilled contents of the box. pictures, ticket stubs, receipts, dry flower petals, a pop can tab, candy wrappers, a ring, and a thing of red lipstick.

calum and i, at the state fair, riding the carousel like we were just kids. kissing when we hit the top, and we could see the entire town. us at the diner, two straws for one milkshake, a plate of fries, and a song on the jukebox that we’d dance to every night he stayed over. in the recording studio, on the couch, sprawled out like old friends, listening to ash and luke argue over a single beat of a song, and discovering a pair of lyrics calum had written about me.

concerts, comedy shows, basketball tournaments, high school football games, recitals we had been to.

a print out of a plane ticket to australia for next month, now refunded in my bank account. a promise for a visit that would never come to fruition.

red roses for my birthday, red roses for my grade of an a in a hard class, red roses for a friday night dinner, red roses for a late night visit. red lipstick i’d wear when we went out, just to leave vibrant, still, stuck lip prints on his cheek.

tell her how you must have lost your mind when you left her all alone and never told her why. that’s how you lost the girl.

i gathered the items back into the box with hands that would not stop shaking. it took longer than it should have because i ruminated on every detail. i held every photo like a piece of glass, examining its contents like i could renter the moment and fix things before they broke.

i set the box on my bed, gently sitting down beside it. i didn’t know where to go, what to do. i needed to work things out, i needed to find an answer.

because i loved him, too.

i found myself reaching for my phone, dialing his number. i found myself under an umbrella, headed towards that old diner.

“thanks for meeting me.”

i wrapped my frozen fingers around the steaming cup of coffee, grateful for the radiating warmth. the air conditioning was still sputtering above us and i shivered.

“y-yeah,” i barely nodded, still unsure of what to say.

calum took a sip of his own coffee. he gulped. he licked his lips. he prodded at the ketchup bottle on our table with a stray straw. his eyes trailed over to the colorful machine on the table. “they raised the price of the jukebox.”

i followed his gaze. so they had. it used to be 50¢ per song. now it was $1.00.

“hm,” i remarked, staring at the dollar sign. “strange.”

“you didn’t know?” calum inquired, looking to me with a raised brow.

i shrugged, “i haven’t been here since…”

“july,” he filled in my gap. “it’s been…since july.”

“ah,” i nodded once. “seems like forever ago.”

“i know.”

a thick pass of silence sat stale in the air.

i nursed a few sips of my coffee. if he wanted, then he should talk. i would not be the one figuring this out. i would not beg him to make up for the loss he’d made me grieve.

eventually, he whispered, “i had to go.”

i flicked my eyes up to his before pulling them back down to the table. he dropped his head, chin against his chest, defeated. “i’m sorry. i’ll say it a million times- i’m sorry. i had to go. we- we decided last minute to announce the tour. there was a lot of bullshit we had to handle before starting it. and i, i don’t know…i didn’t want you to get caught up in the drama of it all. i didn’t want the world to get its hands on you…”

“so, you ghost me? you leave with no letter, no text, nothing?” i blinked back a tear. “wow…my knight in shining armor. thanks, calum.”

he huffed at himself, “no…i- listen, please-“

“no,” i denied him, “no, you listen, okay? i devoted myself to you for six months. i centered my whole life on you. i fell in love with you and i- gave you everything. because you were everything to me. and, i fucking waited and waited for you to say something, to tell me you wanted me, to ask me to drop everything and come with you because i would have! i would have gone to the ends of the earth with you because i loved you.

“and you left me,” i quickly brushed away tears as they rushed from my eyes, pattering against the table like the raindrops outside the diner window.

calum didn’t respond. he shuffled in his seat, leaning back, head dropping again.

and you know that i don’t want you to go. and say you want me.

i couldn’t handle it anymore. i’d given him a chance. i’d heard him out. his explanation just wasn’t enough for the heartbreak i’d had to handle.

so, i pushed up out of the booth, tugging my purse strap over my shoulder, my hood over my head. i veered for the door, passing our waitress with a half-hearted, “excuse me.”

i cursed the diner for being so big, for the exit to be on the other side of the building from where our usual table sat. i cursed that friday evening for drawing in so many customers to watch me, mascara blackening my cheeks, snot on my nose, storm like a baby from the restaurant.

just as my hand reached the bar on the door, the jukebox wound to life. the regular radio had been playing from the louder speakers because no one really paid for the old sound machine anymore. it didn’t have any modern songs, and it cost too much, apparently.

a familiar sultry beat came from the rusty speakers. my sneakers squeaked against the linoleum floors. i pushed the strap of my purse further up my shoulder. my heart tugged itself back towards the table, but i grounded the soles of my shoes.

i turned my head, caught his eye. he smiled, sadly. his hand had been cranking the knob on the quarter insert and it slowly dropped to the table. i glanced my eyes over the back of the diner, near the bathrooms, where a space sat for dancing, abandoned by the modern years. i saw two people dancing, consuming one another, lost in the thrill of it all. lost in the music.

and then you say i want you for worse or for better, i would wait forever and ever.

i crossed my arms over my chest and slowly walked back to the table. i slid back into the booth, dropping my purse down beside me.

“why did you leave?” i whispered, that heartbroken disbelief still heavy on my chest.

“i was scared,” calum admitted. he reached a hand across the table.

i leaned back, away from it. “of what?”

“of you,” he let out a breathy laugh. i didn’t smile. calum frowned again, searched for words, “i was scared of what loving you might mean. when we were here to record the album, we got to pretend like we were normal people for a while. i didn’t have to care about the pressure from the fans, staying sober, being a good person. life just came easy and naturally. but, if i left here with your heart in my hands- things would get hard. i wouldn’t be able to keep you distant from my real life. i wouldn’t be able to keep you sacred. nothing would be normal for us ever again.”

i understood it, now. i didn’t like it- i was still angry about it. but it made sense.

he wanted a peaceful love, but life made it so everything was rocky. not even i could prevent the world to taint this.

“i couldn’t…” calum trailed off. he reached out his hand again. “i can’t do it with out you anymore. i don’t care…”

he lost his words. i set a hand upon the table, fingers inching near his. he gratefully pressed his fingertips into mine, opening my palm. i stared at our hands. electricity crackled under my skin.

“i want you and i don’t care about the rest of the world. we’ll deal with it. we’ll figure it out. if it means losing you…these past six months have been hard. i’m sure you know what i mean…”

i nodded with a hopeless chuckle. “yeah, i do.”

broke your heart i’ll put it back together. i would wait forever and ever.

“i struggled with staying sober cause i just…i felt so stupid and worthless. i know i put you through so much pain. i know leaving was wrong and awful and i’ll never forgive myself for not even explaining it. i never want to…i never want to leave you again,” he was crying.

“calum, i…” i took his hand in both mine, “i don’t know. i’m just…you took so much of me with you. i had to learn how to exist without those parts of myself. i had to relearn who i was. i had to grieve her- us. it was so hard- you just left me. but…i don’t know. i need time. i need time to think and…”

“i know, i know, i know,” calum nodded quickly. “no, i know. i don’t expect…i don’t expect any answers. i don’t expect you to confess your feelings for me. i just…i needed to tell you that i love you. i couldn’t go another day without you knowing it. i needed to tell you and…and try to get you back.”

“well,” i glanced up from our hands, meeting his eye with a hopeful smile, “i think you got me.”

and that’s how it works. that’s how you got the girl.

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carryonafi · 15 days

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nothin’ but noise.

calum hood x reader; SMUT!!🔞

WE FINALLY HAVE A CALUM BLURB!! there’s so many more projects and stuff that i have in the works but school has been kicking my ass, yada yada all the excuses you hear from fanfic authors— but enjoy this!! no plot, just calum being a munch🤍

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You never thought you could describe a man’s sound as beautiful, but that's all you were getting when you stared up at Calum Hood through your eyelashes. His hands were tangled in your hair, gathering it up in a makeshift ponytail as he choked back whimpers of gratitude. Head bobbing up and down, slowly… carefully, just to prepare yourself as you held your thumb tightly and took him all the way in. He hit the back of your throat, eyes welling up and becoming glossy as you tried to blink the tears away. Calum tipped his head back, one loud gasp followed by a much softer moan slipping past his full pink pout. Wetted with saliva, his lips were parted in shallow breaths and ragged inhales. He cursed under his beautiful sounds as you came back up, eyebrows knitted together. You made eye contact with him again, pulling all the way back until the tense string of spit connecting your lips to his tip broke off and left a trail down your chin. Your hand made quick work of his base, swallowing thickly and catching your breath due to your previous lack of control.

Calum sighed your name, sounding so far away… but he was right there, On the brink, he sat, but your slick palm wasn't enough. “Oh, god.” He gasped once your thumb dug into his slit and swirled around the pre-cum.

“Wanna finish like this, Cal?” You asked, voice raspy and coated with your need to look down on him. His hands were still fisted in your hair, big brown eyes staring non-harmful daggers into your own. He rolled his hips into your hand in response, feeling his stomach flutter with the name you gave him. His tattooed chest rose and fell with each staggered breath he took, supplying himself with limited oxygen yet enough to push his flushed tan skin.

“Do I have other options?” Calum stammered, desperately moving his hips in time with the slow pumps of your hands since your pace hadn’t come to a complete stop yet.

“Inside me?” You paused, admiring how his eyes lit up just at the thought of filling you to your brink. “Mm, you’ll have to switch places with me if you want that, though.” His eyes seemed to brighten even more, a honey golden stare looking back at you instead of darkened chocolate lust. You giggled, stopping everything you were doing just to crawl up his body while hovering over his much more muscular frame. “You think you can do that, make me feel good, Cal?” You drew out the syllables of his name, patronizing but so, so sweet. Calum gave you an eager nod and within seconds he was trying his lips down your body just after flipping your positions. He was excited, buzzing to get a taste of you and it was apparent in the way he didn’t do his usual routine of hickeys all down your skin and caressing your thighs. His lips were over your clothed heat, pressing the flat of his tongue to the spot which pulled a moan from your throat. Your turn, your turn to have your knuckles in his hair tightening with each swivel of his tongue. Calum’s fingers tucked between the fabric of your panties and the smooth valley of your inner thigh, he was about to push them off to the side, but you took it upon yourself to hastily wiggle your hips and get them off of you as quickly as possible.

His next moves were predictable, but oh, were they fast. He dove in immediately and dragged a stripe along your core with his tongue, dipping into the folds, then swirling your clit and closing his lips around the bundle of nerves. Calum’s actions were already sending you into a spiral, another gasp as your hips lifted towards his mouth and you laid your head down on the satin pillows. Your eyes closed as he repeated this process, kissing, sucking, lapping up your fluids. It made you a mess of endless moaning and tugs on his soft frizzy hair, eliciting more from him which sent vibrations coursing through your veins.

At one point, you opened your eyes and looked down. Your arousal made you lightheaded and weak, just barely lifting your head enough to see him completely enveloped in you. This only made your head spin more, he looked up at you the same way you did to him just a few moments earlier with a hint of innocence in his hopeless brown eyes. Calum separated himself from you, though he was dying to go back for more. He just needed to see you unravel, he knew you loved how he looked like this, his hair a thick mess only tamed in your fingers, chin shiny with liquid and lips glistening with the same substance. His poor little pout, so kiss-swollen and pink from pleasuring you. As he gave you his puppy eyes, he used his fingers to rub in gentle circles on your sensitive bud so he could feel the shake of your thighs which were hiked up over his shoulders. “Love havin’ you like this.”

“Love when you’ve got tears in your eyes like that, ‘n your makeup starts to smudge… so fucking pretty.” Calum leaned in, turning his head to the side to mumble against your thigh between open mouthed kisses. “The prettiest.”

“I need you, now.” You just barely spoke over a whisper to Calum, who had stopped with his hand now as well and gave you the warmest smile. It looked no different to the ones he gave you when you woke up in the morning, or when he looked you in the eyes after a long day of recording… innocence for such an act.

“Weren’t you the one telling me I needed to do this first?” Calum hummed in response, knowing he had completely won you over again by the way you only nodded and tried your best to pull him back up towards you. It felt like a blur when your lips met, moving quickly against each other in a haste to adjust your positions so he could line up with the slick of your entrance. Nothing could compare to that feeling, hips flush as you desperately egged him on to hurry up and stop playing his games. One swift thrust had you both gasping for air, Calum was a bit louder than you… yet he was muffled by his lips pressed to your neck. He was the one hovered over you, your legs wrapped around his waist as if he could get any closer than he already was. This wasn’t going to last very long for either of you, but the anticipation kept you on the edge.

“Calum!” One simple whine of his name and he was moving, making you squeak with the unexpected change. His hips moved rhythmically, hitting endless beats like he was listening to a metronome designed specifically for you in his head, and it only took him a few seconds to find the most sensitive spot deep in the pit of your stomach. It was heavy, thick tension as you drawled his name and made the most pleasurable whines regarding how fucking good he was taking care of you. Your ecstasy never seemed to stop, but the warmth of his sweaty, sweet brown waves kept you grounded. You needed to feel something other than the repeated abuse of your g-spot as he pounded, Calum wasn’t afraid now. It had taken him so long to just loosen up a little bit and let the vulnerability come out as well as the dominating persona. You were finally getting the most of it and enjoying every bit. Finally, finally, his perfect face lifted from the crook of your neck and he admired the look on your face. Everything he loved, your lips forming a perfect O and wide glossy eyes shielded from the light by his shadow.

“Come on, come on… can feel you. So close.” He encouraged, followed by a string of sweet promises pushing you to finally tip over. Not even a few seconds passed, but you were coming undone right beneath him. Calum breathed out like it was his own orgasm, whispers of “Yeah, yeah. Fuck, baby.” all mixed together behind the sounds of your desperate moans and the ringing in your ears. Your body tensed, pulsing, clenching around Calum which brought him over with no warning. He panted, furrowing his brows as his hips stilled and you could bask in the uncomfortable feeling. It didn’t bring you too much euphoria, but felt so deep. So fucking deep.

Both of you left breathless, your arms hung loosely around his neck as he brought you own from your highs with kisses to your cheek and the corner of your mouth. Everything was slow now, you could hear Calum’s heartbeat so hard it sounded like it would burst through his chest… though yours probably sounded the same way. When he came up from his job of giving you kisses, he gave you a lazy smile that made you giggle. It was so contagious he had to as well, rolling over to lay on his side. His one arm tucked underneath your body while the other was tossed over your stomach.

“Now you wanna play the baby and be held, huh?” You teased, but you couldn't be too upset. Calum looked very content with his head on your shoulder and his perfect little nose pressed to your skin. He hummed out an affirmative answer, eyes closed as he was already starting to slip out of consciousness. What more could you want other than Calum, and his perfect sounds, and perfect hair, and perfect face… possibly to have this every day? It wasn’t guaranteed yet, so that was the only thing you could wish for.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos one shot #5sos smut #5sos x reader #calum 5sos #calum hood x reader #5sos blurb #calum hood blurb

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writersdare · 1 year

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Strawberry Jam | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: The winter holidays were simply the best for both Calum and Y/N, especially when a heating problem in their house occurred.

Warning: fluff, friends to lovers

Word Count: 2 208

Author’s Note: Who knew it’d be so hard for me to write fluff! But I really wanted to come up with something light this time. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, and the story will make you smile! Requests are open ♡

Winter was quite a magical season. Even if some people weren’t exactly in a celebratory mood, usually it’d change, as Christmas atmosphere was rather contagious. The gatherings could be tedious, but it still felt amazing to share happy moments with the ones you loved, see smiles on their faces and hear glass clinks with bubbly drinks.

That winter was particularly special, as Y/N was spending the holidays with a close group of friends. When she just moved to LA, the girl didn’t really know anyone, but with time she befriended four amazing guys who honestly changed her life for good. Y/N was introduced to Michael by their mutual friend, and since then they started to hang out. Often the guys would go touring, and they’d miss each other desperately, that’s why holidays together seemed like something very sweet, almost exceptional.

Through the half of the past year Y/N got to know the guys better, and maybe deep down she wanted one of them to be more than a friend. Things were complicated, though, with work and simply them being public figures it wasn’t easy, and often, coming back to such thoughts, Y/N was realizing it was safer to leave everything how it was. Secretly, however, she hoped for Calum to make a move on Christmas Eve, but it didn’t happen. It didn’t happen on New Year Eve either, and then just five days were left before them going back to LA.

Sometimes, when it was getting lonely at night, Y/N would consider to open up her feelings, but in the morning the idea seemed rather ridiculous and maybe unnecessary. Calum had never really crossed any friend boundaries, they’d flirt sometimes, jokingly, and that was it. Y/N didn’t want to ruin their relationship and, honestly, that what really mattered. She couldn’t imagine not talking to Cal after a wrong move. She couldn’t tell if the feelings were mutual.

The house they all stayed in was truly beautiful. Soft yellow lights of different kind of installations were illuminating the yard and making the mood even more festive. Y/N was sure if that place was participating in Christmas competition, it’d definitely get its prize.

Everything seemed perfect until a heating problem in the house occurred. It wasn’t that bad during a day, but as Y/N wished everyone a good night and came to her room, she realized she was simply freezing. Naturally, the temperature was dropping at night, but that knowledge wasn’t really helping.

The girl changed into sweatpants and a sweater and got under the cold sheets of her bed. She was trying to remind herself that it would get better eventually, but it was still hard to fall asleep, so Y/N turned back on the night lamp and glued to her phone. Getting used to the cold a little bit, the girl was debating whether she needed to try to fall asleep again or to go downstairs and make tea. The second option didn’t seem smart, as she didn’t want to wake anyone up or to go to a toilet in the middle of the night later. Silly thoughts were running through her head, when someone knocked the door carefully.

The girl froze with her phone in hands and frowned a little, staring at the door and trying to figure out who it could be.

“Y/N? Are you sleeping?” she heard a whisper, and the girl hurried up to leave her mobile on a bedside table and open the door.

In front of her was standing sleepy, wrapped in a blanket, Calum, holding a pillow.

“Hey. Can I sleep with you tonight?” he wrinkled his nose a little, thinking how to bring the news smoothly. “Just… my neighbors…”

“Noisy?” Y/N chucked and let Cal to come in. Everyone was coping with the cold in their own way, it seemed.

“You don’t even wanna know,” the guy sighed heavily and looked around. “You were awake?”

“Yeah, can’t fall asleep,” she said honestly, closing the door and going back to bed, moving her blanket to the left side, so Calum could lie normally next to her. “So cold.”

“I know,” he whispered and lied down. “Here,” Calum suggested his blanket. “We can share.”

Y/N smiled shortly and suggested hers, too, so they could use both.

Cal moved closer, and they almost hid each other under the sheets. Y/N turned off the light, feeling much warmer right away.

“You weren’t sleeping, too, or they woke you up?” she asked, nuzzling his shoulder as she was lying on a side, facing him. Calum’s hand was resting on the girl’s back, but he wasn’t allowing himself to lower it down. They were extremely close to each other, and Y/N trusted him, so he wasn’t planning to change that. After all, he was a gentleman, even though could be a naughty one at times, too.

��No. I couldn’t fall asleep at all,” the guy mumbled and smirked, when heard Y/N’s quiet laugh. “What’s so funny?!”

“You just said it with such an offensive manner, like a baby,” the girl kept giggling.

“A baby?! Did you just call me a baby?!” Cal jokingly outraged and pulled away a bit to see Y/N’s face. “You are just lucky your neighbors aren’t going crazy in there, alright?”

“Don’t be jealous, Cal,” she kept teasing him. “They are in love and want to be closer.”

“Woah, since when are you so romantic?” he giggled back. “The cold really did something with your brain,” Calum sighed and lied on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Rude!” Y/N pushed him in the shoulder jokingly and smirked, still smiling though.

“Don’t say that, I’ll take back my blanket.”

“You are aware that I’m going to do the same then, right? And you’ll die from cold.”

“So annoying,” he sighed heavily, smiling.

“I mean, you still can come back to your bedroom.”

“No, thank you,” Cal smiled wider and all of a sudden pulled Y/N closer to him, squeezing tight. “Good night?” he asked and then just couldn’t help but tickle the girl a little.

“Don’t you dare!” she gasped and giggled. “Good night, Calum. Now you can sleep peacefully.”

“Ha-ha,” the musician smirked and touched her forehead with a nose. Maybe he was even little glad it was that cold, so he could use that as an excuse to be closer to Y/N…

The next morning, though, the girl woke up alone. For a moment she even thought it was just a dream, but then Y/N realized she was still covered with two blankets, hugging a pillow next to her. Lying in bed for a little longer, the girl checked time — it was surprisingly early — and left the bedroom. Going downstairs, she noticed Cal on the kitchen, making… pancakes. An open floor plan of the house helped Calum to notice Y/N even before she fully went down the stairs.

“Nope! Go back to bed!” he ordered in a funny way, whispering.

“What?!” the girl whispered back. “Why?”

“Because. I’m making us breakfast in bed, it’s not going to happen if you aren’t in bed, Y/N.”

The girl smirked. Well, he was speaking the truth there.

“Since when are you making pancakes or breakfast in bed, Calum?”

“You want to eat or not?”

Y/N chuckled and run back upstairs, smiling. Calum’s behavior was slightly surprising, as he had told her before he hated cooking at first place, but oh well, seemed like cold didn’t freeze only her brain after all…

Honestly, though, Y/N didn’t mind to come back to bed, as it was still early and everyone was asleep, besides it was much warmer under the sheets.

In ten minutes, she heard a knock on the door and then Cal appeared.

“So, I followed the recipe on the Internet, it should be good,” he promised and put a tray with two plates of pancakes, jam and cups of coffee on bed.

“Woah, Calum. You’re a real chief,” she smiled and set on the bed. “Careful,” Y/N warned. It’d be a disaster if they flip the tray by accident, even though a rather expected one for both of them. The girl was clumsy, and Cal was making an excuse that he got that habit just after her.

“Yeah, careful, Y/N,” Calum smirked, shamelessly teasing the friend. The friend… that made Cal to think for a moment, so the girl noticed the change on his face.

Sometimes Calum felt like an idiot. He wasn’t a talkative guy, but he never found it difficult to communicate with people. He had good friends, had been in romantic relationships, some of which were truly nice and some were so bad that it made him reconsider the idea of being in love. In any case, no matter how hard it was, he never felt so little in the world like with her. And it wasn’t something negative, it just was extremely different. Cal could be himself around Y/N, could be quiet, could be funny and silly, it didn’t matter, she’d answer him with the same warm smile. And yet, when he tried to make a move – or at least he hoped it was obvious – he was getting lost. He was getting almost shy. Sometimes the guy wanted to sigh loudly and ask directly, outraged, what she was doing to him, why she was turning his head upside down every time they’d make eye contact with each other.

“Why such a long face? I mean, I know you like apricot jam better, but strawberry isn’t that bad,” Y/N joked, trying to come Calum to his senses. She wondered what he was thinking about, but didn’t want to push him.

Cal only chuckled and looked at Y/N with his warm brown eyes.

“I mean, I just really like apricot jam,” he smiled and finally tried the pancakes. Y/N was already eating.

“It’s not bad, Calum, I like strawberries, just try it,” the girl giggled, remembering how at the very first day of their arrival he had made a whole drama show about wrong jam on a shelf and how delivery had messed up. No doubts he had sent a one-star review after that.

“It’s not bad, it’s just not better,” Cal joked back, being still partly not there but in his thoughts. The guy dipped the pancake into the sweet jam and brought it to his mouth. Another second and the jam was on the sheets…

“Damn it!”

Y/N just burst into laughter.

“Didn’t I tell you to be careful?” she teased him, being even proud that it was him who messed up first.

“Better help me, huh!” Calum giggled and took few napkins to clean the fabric, but it wasn’t really helping, and his fingers became sticky.

The girl kept laughing quietly, apparently enjoying Cal’s frustration. If she only knew he messed up because of her!

“It’s your fault, by the way,” he mumbled.

“How come it’s my fault?!” Y/N outraged jokingly.

“Because,” he sighed and threw away the napkin, then focused the eyes on hers. It was the time, otherwise he’d just go crazy. “You smile, and I can’t even hear my own thoughts. Everything becomes vivid. Each time I tried to get it right… all I could say was some stupid joke, which you’d laugh at anyway, and I’d lose again a chance to try it one more time to… to make myself clear.”

“Calum, what are you talking about?” Y/N smiled shortly, feeling like her heart started to beat faster all of a sudden.

“I’m talking about… feelings. Feelings I’m having for you, Y/N. And I know it’s the most ridiculous moment to tell the truth, but if I don’t do it now, I won’t do it at all. I’ve never considered myself a coward, and yet here I am…” he looked down. The girl was silently listening Cal. “I really like you, Y/N,” he sighed heavily as if it was physically hard to say those words. “And I know we are friends, and I totally get if you… Well, if you say I’m just imagining things, but–“

“You are not imagining,” Y/N interrupted Calum, seeing how much he was struggling to find the right words, not to scare her away. The girl put the tray on the bedside table and turned back to the musician. He wasn’t looking anywhere but her. “You are not imagining,” she repeated. “I like you, too, Cal. I was thinking to tell you that but didn’t want…”

“To ruin the friendship,” he smiled a bit, finishing her sentence.

“Yeah,” the girl nodded.

“Do you think then we can just build something next to it, rather than ruining anything entirely?” he asked. Calum was always a master of words, and Y/N only chuckled, smiling happily.

“I like that.”

“I like that, too,” Cal smiled and hesitated only for a second before covering the girl’s lips with his. The kiss was careful, but full of feelings they were hiding from each other for a while. Only when there was no air left to breathe, they pulled away, and Calum looked at Y/N’s eyes. It still gave him butterflies. “You’re right, the strawberry jam is actually quite tasty,” he smiled wider, and the girl just covered his plum lips with hers once again.

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ameliora-j · 2 months

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Thinking abt slipping cal a polaroid w a lipstick print into his suitcase when he goes on tour......mmmmm -calum girlie

okay but i’m thinking of like a cute sfw one and then the naughty ones

like one of u j blowing a kiss to the camera with your lipstick stain and then another one of you in his fave lingerie set w two lipstick stains…

and then there’s like two full film packs of you giving him a strip tease and then w you sitting on the custom dildo of his cock he got u for when he goes on tour and…

as soon as he gets to his first stop and opens his suitcase he’s on the phone with you, hand already wrapped tight around his cock as he sifts through the pictures. the first thing you hear is “y’know ‘m gonna beat your ass when i see you, right y’little tease?” and it’s breathy as he’s jerking himself off.

“lookin’ forward to it, daddy” you whine softly as you bounce on your favorite dildo

#calum girlie my angel 👼🏽#fanmail 💌#nsfw.nani #— nani fantasizes ☽#calum hood #calum hood smut #calum hood blurb #calum hood drabble #calum hood imagine #calum hood x reader #calum hood x you #calum hood x yn #calum hood x y/n #calum hood fanfic #calum hood fanfiction

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 7 months

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Calum flying you out to one of the Europe shows bc he knew you always wanted to visit that country

Hi Blanca! Thanks for the request. We're going with Spain because I'm a nerd and they have the longest break after that show with the 5 seconds of Summer show.

Gender Neutral Reader Insert. Fluff--so much of it.

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Requests are now closed. Finishing up the last one from yesterday

Feel free to look through my masterlist for more.

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Calum knows it’s ridiculous, but he does it because you like it this way--a hard copy backup of the flight information in addition to the app on your phone. He could call it overkill, but he’s not going to do that. Because it makes traveling easier for you. So he digs out the stapler from your desk and staples the pages together.

Calum listens, catching the crackle of your phone from the kitchen. It cuts over the hum of the stove vent. “No, my toes are not food,” you laugh. No doubt it’s Duke at your feet as you cook. You’ve insisted on this break during the tour to spoil Calum. He’s just glad that his outfits are by no means tight fitting so he can enjoy every single thing with which you spoil him.

Calum shuffles up from the offices to the kitchen. He keeps the itinerary at his side. He knows you may be a little annoyed at first. But he had the number to your boss’s line for a reason. And though this might not be for the reasons that he had it--mostly in case you got sick or godforbid injured--Calum’s sure that once you find out the location of the destination any annoyance you have will disappear.

“Smells good up here,” Calum comments, peering into the kitchen.

You smile up at him. “It’s your favorite. And I could be a smidge quicker but Duke’s annoyed he’s not being fed right now.”

Calum laughs, knowing the old man is pretty fond of his schedule. Calum’s arrival was a small interruption and Duke will not let himself be ignored. “I’ll get it for him. But in the meantime, you should probably get packing.” Calum’s careful to put the flight itinerary on the fridge out of the way of the hot stove or the mess on the counter that he’s sure is tomato juice from your previous chopping.

“Packing? Why would I be packing?” you ask, giving the pot a good stir. A few more bubbles are popping up and you know soon you’ll need to turn the heat down.

You spin to catch the paper Calum’s tacked up. The cabinets with Duke’s food squeak open. You’ve put all that you can think of on the hinges and nothing gets rid of the noise entirely. You read over the details--noticing you’re flying on what will be the date of the Lisbon show but going into Madrid instead--directly.

“Cal, what the absolute hell is this? What am I reading?” you ask, a little concerned that you hadn’t seen this coming. Though, maybe you should’ve. Your boss normally had a standing 1:1 with you on Tuesdays but the one for next week had seemingly disappeared. Your plan was to ask about that on Monday, but this seemed to be the reason why the date was no longer showing up on your calendar.

Calum presses a kiss on your cheek, arms winding around your waist. “A trip to Spain. Because you said you’ve always wanted to go.”

“Looks like a trip to Milan too? Just flouncing me around everywhere?” You laugh, turning back to look at him as best as you can. You can’t get more than a glimpse but Calum’s laughter is soft over your cheek.

“I like to spoil you too. Besides, you haven’t taken a vacation outside the one we took what? Two years ago. I know you don’t like to take time off unless necessary, but I think you’d benefit from just a few days ago, baby. You know what they say about all work and no play.”

You snort, tapping at Calum’s stomach with your elbow. He releases you and you spin towards the stove to turn the burner down. “I’m just so used to sort of holding things down while you’re gone, you know? You’re gone for big chunks when you do leave that I just don’t think about myself? Not in a bad way. I don’t blame you. I just do what’s gotta be done.”

“I understand that. Just want you to have some time to enjoy yourself. Get out there, explore the world with me because I know you want to do that too.”

You do want that too. You want to not feel chained to your work and responsibilities, but letting go is hard sometimes. Maybe a surprise trip wouldn’t be all that bad. “Have you planned who’s taking Duke?”

Calum nods. “Yes, they’re free and able to watch him. Plants will be watered too. Got someone who will check the house too.” This is how your brain works. You need a plan, clear and concise of what’s happening. Calum can give you that, so he takes your hips in his hands to get your attention back to him. When you look up at him, he kisses your forehead before continuing, “Car’s will get you from here and one will pick you up at the airport. You’ll be getting to the hotel before us as we’ll be getting in late that night and you’re landing about late afternoon, but the hotel knows we’re in the same room. Duke’s getting picked up the day before. I’ve already emailed over the instructions though it’s not really necessary. Spare key’s already in the box and they have the code should they need to get inside for anything.”

A plan. A good one. You nod. “And what am I supposed to do for the few hours that you’re off in another country playing a show? Hmm? Mister-I’ve-Got-All-This-Planned.”

Calum laughs. “Plan what we’ll do with my days off. Explore. Send me pictures of all the shops you’re doing to drag me.”

Your gaze narrows, a playful smirk lifting your lips. “Goddamn you know me so well.” Stretching upwards, you capture his lips in a kiss. His cheeks squish a little in your grasps. “Thank you for planning this, baby. I appreciate it.”

“With honor,” Calum mumbles. “Your boss was very shocked to get a message from me though and I had to swear like fifteen times you weren’t sick or dead.”

You laugh. “Sounds like Tom. I think he gets freaked out even more so when I take time because it’s usually always super serious. Like the time we had to spend the night in the hospital thanks to my food allergies.”

“Yeah, no, we’re never eating at the restaurant again and I need you to not bring up the night I’ve ever seen you in such rough shape. You looked like a balloon. I was so scared.”

It was not a glorious night. You’d noticed an itchy throat after you ate dinner, but hadn’t thought anything of it as the spring blossoms had also been giving you issues lately. But when you woke up, hot and itchy, you felt something was wrong. You couldn’t halfway swallow and the bathroom lights revealed the hives across your chest and arms. You knew immediately that it was an allergic reaction and woke Calum. His panic was immediate but he calmed down enough to administer your epipen considering you hadn’t been able to do it yourself.

The drive to the hospital was tense as Calum sped through a couple red lights. But you spent only a few minutes before you got checked in. An hour and a half of steroids and antihistamines rectified the situation but Calum was putting in the submission for the day off and emailing your boss on your behalf the second you got back to the house.

You pat Calum’s chest, before turning back to the dinner you’re preparing. “I know, baby. You didn’t like it and neither did I. I’m a-okay now though.”

“I got your epipen refilled too by the way. Please bring the new one for me?”

“Scouts honor,” you return. “Wouldn’t dream of leaving that thing behind.”

“Good, good. But this weekend, you’re packing. Because you’re going on a trip. No ifs, no ands, no buts.”

“I’ll pack, no ifs, no ands, no buts,” you laugh, pulling the garlic knots from the oven. They’re a perfect shade of brown and you know they’re done. Calum brings the mats closer so you can set the hot tray down.

“Oh, these look fucking amazing,” Calum gravels at the sight. “I’m so goddamn lucky to be loved by you.”

“Damn straight you are,” you laugh.

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Your suitcase rolls next to you, catching just a little at the bumpy texture of the sidewalk. The black truck is paused right outside the house and the driver jogs to catch up to you. You only have a carry-on suitcase and a backpack. Though you don’t travel often, you’ve helped Calum pack more than enough times to know the best ways to get tuck, roll, stuff and flatten all your needs into the smallest bag possible. It’s annoying to wait for checked baggage at times and for the few days you’ll be gone, you don’t feel the need to carry too much.

“I can take that for you,” the driver greets, reaching out for the handle of the carry on.

“Oh, uh, sure,” you laugh. It’s not heavy at all, but you don’t want to interrupt the kindness. With your case loaded in, you slip into the backseat and the drive passes in light conversation. The sun’s just barely peeking out from the horizon and you’re grateful that it seems to be an easy trip into the airport.

At your gate, with your shoes still untied, you snap a picture to send to Calum. You anticipate that it’ll go unanswered for a while. But to your surprise, a couple minutes later after you tie up your laces, your phone shakes. Please don’t…trip ;D. See you soon! You hate that you snicker so much at the text. Another text comes in a minute later, Love you too, baby. Can’t wait to explore with you.

Your reply is swift, Love you too. Already plotting something!

I expect nothing less.

The flight is uneventful, but a little long. You’re glad for boring though, allowing you to grab a few extra hours of sleep that had been interrupted by the early morning flight. Spotting the car for you is easy--there’s a sign and flowers. Only Calum would ever do such a thing. But you sheepishly close the gap and introduce yourself as the person on the sign.

The driver smiles, an accent painting their words, but they seem cheerful. “Welcome to Spain! I’ve heard it’s your first time.”

You nod. “If you have any suggestions on things to do, please do tell.”

“Oh, you’re very much in luck; born and raised here.” The drive to the hotel is filled with suggestions and places to check out. They’re suggesting both tourists' needs and spots that only locals are familiar with. Your notes app is littered with names, some misspelled, but you’re beyond grateful to have their perspectives.

At the front of the hotel, you thank the driver yet again, profusely for the list. “Oh, you’re beyond welcome. Enjoy your trip!”

With your backpack, luggage and the flowers, you juggle your way into the lobby. At the front desk, you’re greeted with a bright smile and you manage to get your keys with ease. The room is cool as you’re already anticipating. The day of travel is catching up and you’re getting hungry. You look to see what’s close around you and decide to set out on foot. It’ll be a nice way to waste a little bit of time. Maybe you can scope out what’s close by to do as well.

You find a little cafe close by--one actually being one that’s on your list from your driver. It looks cute and quaint with a patio for you to eat on. As you settle down, you snap a picture of your items. Safe and eating some food. Thanks for the flowers <3.

Throughout the day, as you stumble across various shops and things, you snap a picture and send it to Calum. Your list of things to do with Calum narrows down a little as you realize some things are just for you really. You’ll share what you can with Calum, but you know that he’s going to want to take a much chill approach to the day than you. You’ll do a bit more with the time you do have so that way the time you have with Calum can be about enjoying each other’s company.

As you wander, a park opens up in front of you. You’re thankful as you settle in a little deeper that you have a strong sense of direction. Perhaps, you’ll just take a minute to sit here, watch some people. It happens to be a beautiful day and you’re grateful for the good weather as you settle down near a fountain to take in the sight unfolding around you. Most people are just passing through it seems. But you spot some sitting, chatting animatedly.

God, I’m so jealous. Can we visit again together? Looks beautiful, Calum responds to one of the pictures from the park.

You’d expect him to be performing at the very least by now, but you’re not entirely sure of the time difference. You’ve snuggle into the sheets, with the TV on in front of you. Definitely we can, you reply.

As the night continues on, you can hear the streets coming alive. You’re not shocked as you’ve heard the night life goes long and hard in Spain. You’d want to join, but you have the second key to the room and you need to be here when Calum arrives. Also, the long flight today has gotten to you so you’re not sure if you’d have the energy to continue on anyway. But the TV and the laughter below start to blur together as your eyes drop and drop.

A knock rings out through the room and you snap awake. It takes a moment to unravel yourself from the sheets, but once you do, you scurry over to the door. Through the little peephole you catch Calum’s buzzed head and swing the door open. “Hi baby,” he smiles.

“Cal, hi,” you return, throwing yourself up into his arms. The hug is warm and tight--a feeling that follows you as you fall asleep that night wrapped in Calum’s embrace.

The morning is a little slow--a lot of gentle kisses and soft tufts of laughter, but you finally unravel yourselves from the bed to do some light exploring before the car collects the entire group to head to the venue. In the excursions, you try to point out where you went yesterday and where you want to go tomorrow after the show. Calum’s input is relatively minimal and though you make sure he’s not being left out, he just shrugs, “Whatever you want babe.”

“You say that now, but just you wait,” you laugh after a sip of your coffee. “I don’t want a peep come tomorrow then,” you laugh.

“Scouts honor,” Calum returns. “But, there’s something happening in the evening that the guys want to do.”

“What time?”

“Around 7 or so, I think. Think we’ll make it?”

You nod. “Absolutely, we can.”

Calum grins around his bite of fruit. “Sweet.”

The show goes off without a hitch--the whole day between soundcheck and getting ready for the show also passed with ease too. You’re excited that a few older songs make their way into the setlist, but don’t really take much of your sight off Calum. He bounces around the stage, a smile that hardly leaves his face. The sight makes your chest warm--knowing that he’s enjoying himself. It’s a feeling that you find yourself in often--a sense of calm knowing Calum’s happy with his life, knowing that you’re happy with it too. But you don’t take these moments of clarity for granted, when you get to see just how blessed your life is, you like to do your best to hold them to your chest, pressed into your ribs.

“I like seeing you happy,” you whisper to Calum that night, straddled over his waist. Your fingers trace the ink decorating his chest.

“I like seeing you happy too,” he whispers in return. His hands squeeze just a little at your thighs, as if to reassure you of the sentiment.

That’s all the moment needs, content now to just trace shapes onto his body. Calum seems content too, eyes slotting close at your touch. You imagine all the adrenaline is leaving now. The effort of the shows catching back up with him. Before you can even think about it, the words are falling over your lips in a prayer, “i carry your heart with me(i carry it in/ my heart) i’m never without it(anywhere/ i go you go, my dear).”

In your mind’s eyes, you can see Calum’s handwriting in the margins of the page, an arrow detailed to the lines that are bracketed, us--you’ve seen the world even if you didn’t know it. i’ve never left home, even if i don’t know it.

You can feel the gaze behind you, as you peer up at the sculpture in front of you. You know it’s Calum behind the cap. The glasses he’s dawned make his face look softer but somehow the lenses seem to magnify his eyes. You can see the blinks, watch his eyes widen when you catch him staring.

“You’re supposed to be paying attention to the art,” you whisper.

“I am,” he shrugs. “It’s an added benefit that I can touch the art I’m looking at.” Calum wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“It’s still going to cost you and I’m not cheap,” you retort.

“I think I’ll be able to afford the cost.”

“Just don’t misbehave in the cathedral. I do not need the saints to come alive and smite you.”

Calum laughs, taking your hand. “What a way to go am I right?”

“No, sir, you’re very much wrong,” you huff, following him into the next room. Your lunch is spent settled into a park--not the one you showed to Calum in the pictures, but thankfully there’s another good one close to where you two are.

Under the clear skies, you and Calum work over your servings of patatas bravas. Though it did take a little translation via your phones to make sure none of the items were one you were allergic too. Your pen’s in Calum’s coat pocket, but it’s not a risk the two of you want to take. As you chase some of the sauce so it doesn’t land on your pants, you are tentative in trying to decide if you like it or not. Though with a couple more bites, you decide that it’s a dish you very much enjoy. Though with the basics, you think it would be hard to not love fried potatoes.

Just as the sky gets a little more pinkish in hue, you and Calum find yourselves in a ride. You rest your head on Calum’s shoulder. “The guys are meeting us there right?” you ask knowing that Calum’s the one coordinating with them.

“Yep, I think they might be there already. They were just a little closer than us.”

Your hum’s the last sound of the room before you pass thanks to the driver. As you step out you notice something floating up into the sky--yellow and red. “Is-is that a hot air balloon?” you question.

“M-maybe,” Calum returns. “I was really hoping you wouldn’t notice that.”

“Are you taking me in a fucking hot air balloon?” you gape. It’s not fear though your heart rate does spike at the thought of being so high up in just a basket.

“Maybe,” Calum answers again. “It’s a yes if you’re not mad.”

You laugh, taking Calum’s hand. “No, not mad. A little nervous, but do you know how cool I’ll be when I go back to work and say I’ve been in a fucking hot air balloon?”

“So cool,” Calum laughs.

It’s scary at first, as the guide walks through the safety procedures. It’s the entire band plus you in one basket, but you’re all spread out so the weight is a bit more even. Michael let’s out a little shriek it lifts off the ground. “Holy shit,” he laughs.

Ashton pats his back, but it’s much easier to not look directly down. If you keep your gaze and eyeline straight ahead it’s a little less scary. You don’t feel like you might plummet. Your hand is tight around Calum’s but he doesn’t complain once about the grip. His thumb soothes over the skin on the back of your hand. “Just breathe for me, baby,” he encourages.

“If our tour manager finds out about this,” Luke laughs from the otherside of the balloon. You know there’s concerns about their safety at the forefront and also worry about the tour. But you can’t help but laugh that Luke’s first concern is about getting caught.

“Don’t spill the beans then,” you return.

“Touché,” Luke laughs.

When your nerves settle, thanks to the steady climb with no issues, you can actually pick out parts of the landscape--the mountains, the city below you. It’s a gorgeous sight and your own awe bubbles up your chest in a round of laughter. “This is so insane,” you whisper to Calum.

The corner of his eyes crinkle with his smile. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”

“Thanks for bringing me along.”

“Wouldn’t want to share this with anyone else,” Calum returns, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

As you watch the expanse beneath you, the horizon that is endless, the trees that look like you could pluck them if you reached out, you’re amazed at how big the world is and how small you are in it. Yet, you don’t feel meaningless in all of the vastness. You’re still a piece of the puzzle--small, but not insignificant. You’ve got a place even if it’s just being a good human in all the madness of the world. Even if it’s just to love and have been loved in the grand scheme of everything.

“Look,” Calum offers softly, noticing what appears to be deer clustered together. It’s a little hard to tell from the height, but Calum would hazard that to be the animal.

You laugh when you spot the cluster. “They look so tiny.”

“Yeah, a little bit they do.” Calum watches your pre-occupation, gaze floating around at the earth beneath you. With the tiny distraction, he reaches into his pocket and digs out the little box. His hands tremble just a little. But when you bring hand to your lips, he knows it’s you attempting to bring comfort.

“Can-can you hold this for me?” Calum ask, holding out the box.

“Yeah,” you start to answer without really thinking. But when you feel the shape and the soft texture, you look down at what it’s in your hands. This is not what you think it is. It’s not. It can’t be.

“Holy fuck,” you hear from your side and look to spot Michael with his eyes wide.

Calum clears his throat. “I know there’s probably a much smoother way to go about it. But I wanted to say that the time I’ve spent with you has been the most amazing. I could never conjure up someone better to spend the rest of my life with.”

Your can’t quite make Calum out with the blur of your tears until you blink and they clear. “Fuck,” you sigh out.

Calum laughs. “Will you do the honor of letting me carry your heart with mine for the rest of our lives?”

Time freezes, Calum swears. He waits, and waits, and the seconds feel like hours. He doesn’t think you’re going to say no. You’ve talked about getting married, knowing it’s a thing you both want. You’d even told Calum you wanted something small and intimate, but know that if Calum’s asking it would be okay to find a way to have the guys there as moral support. The conversations about marriage weren’t immediate, but they weren’t about a far off future. It was a tangible goal--though the two of you had mentioned that waiting for a quiet moment with the band would probably be for the best. So, no, Calum’s not scared you’re going to say no. He never anticipated that he’d ever shock you.

“Scouts’ honor you’re not bullshitting me?” you ask, a small lump raising in your throat.

“Scouts’ honor I’m not bullshitting you.”

“I’m nonrefundable,” you laugh and capture his lips in a kiss. Calum laughs into the kiss, but knows it’s a yes. When you break away, Calum slips the ring--a gold band with what looks like a rope pattern etched into the metal--onto your ring finger.

You watch the sun catch the jewelry too--a glint passing over your eye and feel a squeeze in your chest, pressing at your ribs. You reach up and kiss Calum again as the guys erupt into cheers. Even the person conducting the hot air balloon cheers as well.

When the balloon touches down again, the guys rush you and Calum in a group hug, laughing. “I swear he wasn’t going to do it. I thought he was going to wait for dinner later,” Ashton giggles. “Swear I was going to have to kick him in the ass to do it.”

You laugh, but when you look over to Calum you can see the sort of toll that asking too. You wind your arm around his waist. “Worried?”

“I was so scared I’d drop the ring from the balloon,” Calum admits with a laugh.

“Oh, that would’ve been awful, but I would’ve still said yes.”

“Oh, you didn’t even say yes,” Calum howls. “You said, ‘I’m nonrefundable.’”

“Basically the same thing,” you laugh. “I mean at least from me, it is. But you didn’t drop the ring. It’s a win-win.”

“Imagine when you go back to work and you tell them about the hot air balloon and a proposal. You’ll be the coolest one in the office for at least three months.”

“Six months,” Michael tosses in.

You nod at the correction. “That part. Thank you, Calum. Couldn’t have asked for a better trip to Spain with my now future husband.”

Calum giggles. “Husband has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Oh, absolutely it does.”

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littledrummeraussie · 1 year

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thursday’s for the boys.

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warnings: dad!Calum. some naughty comments, but mostly just fluffiest of fluffy fluff.

word count: 1103

author’s note: just a quick dad!Calum blurb because I saw this pictures and I just had to. ❤️

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“I really hate leaving you two like this, but I–”

“But you have a job and you’re needed in the office. Don’t worry, I get it,” Calum smiled at you, fingers lightly running through your hair before cupping your cheek. “You just told me for the tenth time or so.”

“I’m not used to this,” you confessed with a sigh, resting your forehead against his collarbone and Cal wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the top of your head. “I like pre-planned meetings and appointments so I know how to schedule our time so it doesn’t ruin your plans, and–”

“You’re spiralling,” Calum stated shortly, making you stop your rambling. “Don’t worry about us. I told the guys I’m needed here, and Ashton wanted to come over ASAP.”

“He just wants to steal Kai for himself,” you scoffed, a smile already pulling at your lips.

“He thinks babies are soft and cute.”

“Well, he should try and make his own,” you pursed your lips, making Cal lean down to kiss you shortly.

“Nah, too much responsibility,” he chuckled, both of you having a laugh over your friend.

A delightful babble rang through the air, at which you and Cal turned to look at your son sitting on the floor, tiny hands petting Duke’s head, the dog giving Calum a not-so-happy look and demanding him with a tiny woof sound to please get him out of this situation, preferably right now.

“You’re so dramatic,” Cal chuckled at the dog before bending down to pick the little boy up, holding him in his arms. “Come on, Bubba, Duke’s grumpy. But Dada is here to stay with you today.”

“Momma?” Kai looked between you and Calum, brown eyes big and curious, and more than anything you wanted to stay home and be with them.

“Momma needs to go to work,” you stepped closer to them, softly caressing his chubby cheek. “But I’m coming home as soon as I can, and until then Dada will keep you entertained. And maybe Uncle Ash will stop by too.”

“Be careful what you say,” your boyfriend mumbled with a stifled laugh, adjusting Kai in his arms and leaning close to press his lips against the top of his head. “Say bye to Mommy?”

“Bye,” he waved his hand at you, still a little unsure as he was only just starting to learn the words and their meanings, slowly understanding the actions they paired with.

“Kiss Kai?” you offered your cheek to your son who quickly leaned over and pressed his lips against it, giving you a big wet kiss. “Thank you, baby!”

“Kiss Kai,” he repeated your words, something he recently learned, while sucking on his thumb.

You yourself pressed a kiss on his cheek in return before turning to Calum, lips meeting and sharing a kiss. Cal curled his arm around your waist to pull you close, hand caressing your waist, trying to slip under your shirt.

“Maybe once I’m home…” you softly bit into his bottom lip, giving him a cheeky smile. “Text me how the day’s going?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine,” he promised, bumping his forehead against yours. “Dad mode: activated.”

You’ve tried not to worry, you really did. You’ve also tried to focus on the meeting that was currently taking place, the one why you needed to ask Cal to stay at home with Kai, but everything seemed futile. Truth was that since Kai was born there were only a few days that you spent apart from your little boy, and you might have developed a slight co-dependency when it came to him. Not that anyone would have blamed you, after all, you were his Mom.

Maybe you were just anxious for some reason – you knew Calum is well capable of taking care of your son, he’s been there every step of the way since he found out you were pregnant. Maybe you were just scared you’re missing out on something; Kai was growing up so fast, already learning words and you wanted to hear every new one from him. It was perfectly normal wanting to experience all these new milestones together with Cal – they were far more important than whatever your co-worker was rambling about.

You’ve tried, you really did, but in the end you needed to pick up your phone, and hid it in your lap as you sent a quick message to Calum, wanting to know what they were doing, and if Ashton really did show up to spend some time with his godson.

Y/N: Hey, how’s everything going?

A few minutes passed before your phone buzzed in your hand, a new text message popping up on your screen.

Calum: all good in the Hood 👌

Y/N: CALUM!!!

Calum: sorry I had to

A series of laughing emojis followed, and you needed to roll your eyes at your boyfriend. He was definitely in one of his cheeky moods, it was clear from the morning as well, but that didn’t mean your nerves were soothed. You needed proof that both him and Kai were doing okay without you, even though your conscience told you not to worry about them.

Y/N: But are you sure you’re okay?

Calum: Couldnt be better

A second later a picture appeared on your screen, and it took everything in you not to start tearing up while looking at it. Calum was lying in your shared bed, his phone pointed at the mirror to take a picture of him and Kai. Kai, who was peacefully sleeping, cuddled against his Dad’s back, chubby cheek resting against Calum’s broad shoulder. There was so much love and calmness radiating from the picture that suddenly you felt silly for worrying this much about them.

Calum: Cant move. Might stay here forever

Y/N: He also knows that Daddy is the best kind of pillow ❤️

Calum: we miss Mommy though. Hurry up and come home to us ❤️

Y/N: Gonna cozy up to you soon! Save a spot for me?

Calum: bet your sweet ass I will 😘

You sent him back a kissy face emoji as well, saving the picture of your boys and setting it as your new wallpaper. You also made a promise to yourself to ask Calum to have some more father-son days with Kai – it was definitely the best part of your day when he ended up sending you the cutest pictures of the two of them on their many different adventures.

And if you got to tag along to their Thursdays which soon were reserved for the two of them, well, that was definitely the best kind of bonus.

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peleksstuff · 3 months

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love me now l calum hood x photographer!reader

*gifs not mine*

summary:In a dimly lit backstage room at a 5 Seconds of Summer concert, Y/N, the band's photographer, confronts Calum Hood, the bassist, about his teasing and flirting.

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The dimly lit room was filled with the rhythmic hum of conversation, laughter, and the occasional clink of glasses. It was backstage at one of 5 Seconds of Summer's concerts, and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. In the midst of the chaos, Y/N, the band's photographer, was frantically adjusting camera settings and preparing for the upcoming photo session.

Calum Hood, the band's bassist, strolled into the room with a carefree swagger. He flashed a charming smile at Y/N, making her heart flutter involuntarily. For weeks, Calum had been subtly dropping hints and flirting during their interactions. Y/N couldn't help but believe there was something more behind those playful glances and teasing banter.

Y/N tried to keep her composure as Calum approached, but the lingering doubt and curiosity nagged at her. She decided to confront him, to clear the air once and for all. Taking a deep breath, she locked eyes with Calum.

"Hey," she began, trying to sound casual. "Can we talk for a moment?"

"Sure thing, love. What's on your mind?" Calum replied, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

Y/N met his gaze, her expression searching for answers. "It's about how you've been acting, teasing, and flirting. It's been confusing, and I can't help but wonder if something more is happening here."

Calum chuckled, not realizing the gravity of Y/N's words. "Come on, Y/N, you're reading too much into it. It's just a bit of fun banter. You know how I am."

The knot in Y/N's stomach tightened. She swallowed the lump in her throat, battling the emotions that threatened to spill over. "Calum, this isn't just banter for me," she confessed, slightly trembling.

Calum, still wearing a nonchalant expression, raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Y/N, it's all in good fun. No need to take it so seriously."

Y/N clenched her fists, a mixture of frustration and anger welling up inside her. "That's easy for you to say, Calum. You don't understand what it's like to be on the receiving end, to question your feelings because of mixed signals."

Calum's casual demeanor wavered as he sensed the intensity of Y/N's frustration. He looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face. "Y/N, did you really fall for all this?"

Y/N's eyes narrowed, a mix of hurt and anger reflected in her gaze. "Fall for what, Calum? Your mixed signals, the teasing, or the uncertainty you've thrown my way?"

Calum sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I didn't expect you to take it this seriously. I thought we were having some fun, you know?"

Y/N shook her head, her frustration evident. "Fun for you, maybe. But for me, it's been a rollercoaster of confusion and doubt. I can't keep pretending like it doesn't matter."

Calum's brow furrowed. "Look, Y/N, I didn't mean to lead you on. Let's not make this a big deal."

But the frustration inside Y/N boiled over. "Not a big deal? Calum, this is a big deal for me. I can't keep pretending like it doesn't matter."

Calum sighed exasperated, "Come on, Y/N, don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Calum's audacious comment hung in the air, echoing his words provoking disbelief and anger in Y/N. Unable to contain the surge of emotions, she couldn't fathom how she had fallen for someone who dismissed her feelings so casually. Y/N's hand connected with Calum's cheek in frustration as she delivered a stinging slap. The room fell into a shocked silence, bystanders watching with wide eyes as the unexpected scene unfolded.

Calum, rubbing his cheek in disbelief, looked at Y/N with shock and irritation. "What the hell, Y/N?"

"You knew what you were doing, Calum. Leading me on, making me believe there was something more. I won't be played like that," Y/N declared, her voice trembling with anger and hurt.

Calum's tone held a hint of indifference as he retorted, "What, you got mad because I don't feel the same?"

Y/N's eyes narrowed, frustration and hurt bubbling within her. "I'm mad because you're such an asshole," she replied sharply.

He looked at her for a moment, and then, with a half-hearted smile, he said, "Whatever you say, Y/N. At the end of the day, you fell for this asshole."

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Calum's with determination.

"Don't get too comfortable, Calum. This isn't the end. I may have fallen for your act, but I won't let it define me. I'm gonna make you fall for me and regret you ever met me."

Calum raised an eyebrow, his earlier confidence faltering as he sensed the sincerity in Y/N's words. "You're pretty confident, aren't you?"

Y/N gave him a defiant smile. "Call it what you want. But mark my words, Calum Hood, this isn't over."

With that, she turned on her heel and left Calum to contemplate the unexpected turn of events. The room buzzed with activity again, but Y/N's declaration lingered in the air, setting the stage for a new chapter in their complicated story.

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let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol · 2 years

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Watermelon Su-Flower Fields

A/N: ya girl might've been a bit inebriated while writing part of this. . .getting back into writing smuts are hard lol

Calum HoodXFemale Reader

Warning: smut smut smut, female oral receiving, fingering, foul language, doggy style, unprotected sex, illegal activity (public exposure), soft touches, abuse of food*

*If I missed anything please let me know

The blanket was soft to the touch, its dark blue color contrasting against the vibrant colors of the flowers. You had stumbled across the area. Well more so got lost and found yourselves in an abandoned flower field. You didn't mind though, a warm smile making its way onto your face as you watched him take things out of the picnic basket. "There's literally no one around," he laughed in awe, taking a glance at your surroundings. You could see a glint in his eye when his gaze landed on you. Something brewing in his head and you weren't sure what it was.

"I hope you like watermelon," you said, unboxing the fruit and holding the container out to him. He grabbed one of the cut up cubes, popping it into his mouth. Some of the juice spilled onto his chin and he swiped it away with his thumb. You watched intently as he picked up another piece, but this time held it towards your lips. You leaned forward, mouth opening slightly as you took the fruit into your mouth. Your tongue lightly grazed his thumb and you could see his eyes darken.

"Maybe we should eat this lunch backwards," he said, voice a bit rasp.

"Backwards?" you muttered in confusion. He nodded, cleared his throat, and moved his hand to rest at your uncovered thigh.

"Yea, you know. . .dessert first then the entrée." His thumb began to rub soft circles into your thigh and you found yourself becoming wet at the feeling.

"Oh," you chirped, catching onto what he was saying. You smiled then leaned in for a kiss. His grip on your thigh tightened as he deepened it. Your mouth opened to grant him access to your tongue. You hummed in comfort and your hand crept towards his crotch. it was when you palmed at his bulge that made him pull away from you.

"I thought we were going to eat dessert first?" He said confusedly. You eyebrows furrowed.

"W-Were were not doing that?" you asked, thinking dessert meant sex. You watched him reach into the picnic basket and pull out the strawberry shortcake you had baked, and suddenly you felt embarrassed at the miscommunication. "Oh shit-sorry, I had thought." Calum began to laugh at your flustered state, and he placed the dessert to the side and tugged you towards him.

"I'm just fucking with you," he laughed harder at the stunned look on your face. You rolled your eyes and tossed a piece of watermelon at his face.

"Ha ha. Not funny!" you grumbled, lips falling back on his. Calum smiled into the kiss, and his hands gripped at your waist as the two of you began to makeout. You straddled his lap, hands lacing into his hair and tugging at it. Your hips rolled into his and Calum moaned into your mouth. "I think you owe me," you grumbled against his lips, teeth lightly biting at his bottom lip and dragging it out. Calum pushed at your hips and you slid off him.

"I can think of a way to make it up," he smirked. Calum picked up another piece of watermelon and leaned in towards you. You met him halfway, taking the fruit into your mouth and biting half. "Lay on your back for me," he coaxed, taking the container of fruit. You did as he said, the hem of your dress slightly lifting up. Calum looked down at you with raised eyebrows and you nodded lightly. He lifted the rest of your dress to expose your abdomen and lace underwear. With one fruit already in his mouth, Calum placed a few pieces along your skin. The cold fruit felt ice cold against your hot skin.

"What're you doing?" you giggled, leaning up on your elbows to watch him.

"Adding some sweetness to an already tasty gal," he said, making you roll you eyes at how cheesy he sounded. You laid back down and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Calum's fingers dancing across your skin. Soon you felt his lips on yours. Before you could kiss back Calum pulled away. He sent peck to your forehead then kissed all over your face making you laugh. Calum continued kissing you, and your breath became shallow when you felt him take the watermelon that was rested between your cleavage into his mouth. He kissed at the tops of your breasts then continued to eat and kiss down the rest of your body. Your breath hitched in your throat when he kissed at your clothed heat. Calum could see the affect he had on you and you jolted in your spot when he placed more pressure on your sensitive nub. You hips lifted when you felt him tug at the hem of your panties and soon your bottom half was exposed to the open air.

"Wait wait-what if we get caught?" you gasped in surprise, hands reaching down to cup Calum's chin in your hands before he could do any more. He looked up at you with a pout.

"We found this place because we got lost," Calum said, pointer finger brushing between your folds. "We're legit in the middle of nowhere." His thumb added pressure onto your clit and began to circle it. A small whimpered moan left you lips and your hands removed from his face and down to your sides. Calum smirked, lifting one of your legs so that your calf rested against his shoulder. Your vision blurred a bit when you felt his tongue take a long swipe from your hole to your clit. Your skin lit ablaze and your back arched as he sucked on your clit. A loud moan left your mouth.

"Fuck, Cal," you huffed, eyes closing in bliss. Your wetness mixed in with his saliva gathered in a pool underneath you making the picnic blanket damp. Calum nipped at your clit and you felt him slide a finger into you. Another finger was added and he began to thrust his fingers, teeth lightly pulling at your clit. Loud obscene moans fell from your lips and you could feel Calum smile against you. His hand reached up to massage your breast and a thumb ghosted over your nipple. You shuddered at the feeling, your own hands gripping at his hair. His name tumbled from your lips and Calum stopped for a moment, pressing your clit harder.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he requested, lips puffy and sending featherlike kisses to your bikini line.

"I want you," you choked out, already feeling your orgasm bubble up inside you. You lifted onto your elbows to stare at him through hooded eyelids. Calum sat up, hands leaving your body and making you pout in response. He loved when you wore sundresses and the one you were wearing now was making him extremely hard. Your hands reached for the button of his pants and before Calum could even take a breath you had yanked the fabric down. Calum held in a moan when you grabbed his cock. As much as he wanted your lips around it, Calum wanted to be inside you more. You could tell just from the amount of precum that had gathered at the tip.

"You know what I wanna see?" he said, cupping your cheeks and leaning down to kiss you. You kissed back with passion, tasting yourself on his tongue. Calum pulled away and you nodded already knowing what he wanted. Calum stilled when you began to stroke his cock.

"Turn over for me, baby," he said against your lips. Teeth sinking into his bottom lip so he could concentrate on not trying to cum in your hands. You pulled away from him and turned over so that your ass was facing Calum. He smiled at the sight, hands immediately going towards his second favorite part of your body. Calum's hands rubbed over your ass, fingers brushing between your folds once again. You wiggled your ass closer towards his cock and he smiled.

"You just like to tease," you muttered, a small whimper leaving your lips when you felt the head of his cock push into your entrance for just a second and then out again. You frowned in response, balancing yourself on one hand while the other reached back to stroke his cock.

"Ya know I'm getting a bit peck-ish maybe we should eat," Calum teased even more, faking as if he was pulling away from you.

"Calum, I swear if yo-oh fuck," you grunted at the feeling of Calum pushing into you deeply. Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself adjusting to him being inside you. Calum swallowed hard, his own eyes closed and breath shallow. When you stopped pulsating around him, Calum began a slow thrust. His hips snapped into yours at a steady pace and you started to push back against him to meet his pace. One hand gripped tightly at your hip while the other snaked its way up the side of your body. Calum leaned forward a little and sent a kiss to your spine. Loud moans tumbled from your lips and he held you close as you lifted up until your back was flush against his chest. Calum moaned into your ear making you wetter than before. He knew how much you loved to hear him moan. Knew you wanted to hear how good you made him feel.

"Just so wonderful," he whispered, peppering the side of your neck in kisses. You went back down to rest on your forearms and his pace increased. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixing into the songs of the birds. There had been so much sexual tension between the two of you since the day started. Small touches here and there, Calum sucking into the skin of your neck. He had been holding out for a while.

"I'm not gonna last long," Calum warned, fingers reaching down to rub at your clit. Electricity shot through you, your skin feeling a bit raw as your body moved against the fabric of the blanket. Your nipples were hard and you pinched at it. The two of you were loud, and Calum pulled out of you. You turned over to face him and Calum spread your legs open, curling his hips into yours until he was deep inside you again. His face rested in the crook of your neck, and your head turned to the side to capture his lips onto yours. You moaned into his mouth beginning to feel your orgasm approaching. Calum hiked your leg up higher, going in at a different angle and hitting at your g-spot. You squeezed yourself around his cock creating more friction. You knew what would happen, feeling him twitch inside you. "If you're not careful you gon-" swears flew from Calum's lips, when you repeated the action. Your hand reached between your bodies and you rubbed at your clit, hips rotating up to match Calum's pace. You were on the brink of a release and wanted Calum to come along with you. You sucked on Calum's sweet spot and clenched around his cock once again. His body stiffened above yours and your back arched off the ground as you reached your high. Calum quickly pulled out, one hand going down to finger you through your high, while the other pumped his cock as he came over your stomach. After a minute or so his fingers slowed within you. He was panting hard and rested his forehead against yours.

The two of you sat in silence, allowing your breaths to even out. Calum laid down next to you, a goofy grin on his face when you made eye contact with him.

"Well I've definitely worked up an appetite but now I'm sleepy," you laughed, looking down at his pool of cum on your stomach. Calum sat up to reach into the picnic basket. He pulled out some napkins and the macaroni salad you had packed. Your eyes lit up at the food and you hummed in happiness when he handed it over with a fork.

"You packed a feast," Calum said, beginning to clean his release off you. You glanced at your surroundings as you ate, mumbling a 'thank you' towards Calum for cleaning you up.

"Are these wildflowers?" you questioned with a smirk.

"Don't even dare!" Calum groaned out already know the joke that was brewing in your head. You started laughing, and before you could even get the joke out Calum tossed a piece of watermelon at your face. You gasped in surprise and stared at him in shock. "I won't hesitate to throw more at you," he warned. Your lips pursed and you decided not to tease him. Knowing good and well he got enough of those jokes from the boys and fans, but it still made you smile. You had found the perfect picnic spot. Your fantasies of being fucked in a flower field now satisfied.

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V-A-L-N-T-Y-N-E VALENTINE!

Calum hood x Singer! Reader

Summery: Valentine’s Day with Cal

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A/n: Happy Valentine’s Day! I sadly don’t have a valentine 😔 but here’s a short insta blurb for calum i hope you lonely people, like me, like it.

#calum 5sos #calum hood #calum hood imagine #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum hood blurb #ashton irwin #luke 5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #micheal clifford #ashton 5sos #micheal 5sos #calum hood fanfic

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ughkat · 7 months

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could you write a dom!calum and fem!reader where they had both been out at a party and calum got jealous of the attention that y/n was giving to everyone but him, so when they get home they have rough sex and calum sends her into sub space and helps her come down once they’re done and it’s really fluffy at the end :)

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attention | c.t.h

dom!calum x fem!reader

smut: dom!cal, doggy, spanking, rough smut, petnames

kissing, cuddling

not proofread

"Are you ready to go yet, Y/n?" Calum mumbled under his breath, leaning into my ear over the loud music. His mood had slowly taken a dive during our time at a friends party due to my lack of skill to be two places at once.

"Almost. A few more minutes, baby." I chirped to him beside me, continuing my conversation to the girl on my other side.

The party being hosted by my friends mainly, and their boyfriends, I had been distracted by faces I hadn't seen in years with catching up, girl talk, gossip, and more. I had unintentionally left Calum out of my attention for a majority of the gathering, simply due to distractions.

Calum, while being patient and understanding, also finds it difficult to hide his emotions from his body language. Slowly through the night, his eyebrows furrowed and he fidgeted more and more. I decided to put it aside until we got home.

I dramatically said my goodbyes, as did Calum as we made our way to the door. Calum's eyes glued to the floor while we exited the noisy house.

"That was fun." I sighed, relaxing my shoulders as we headed to the car. Calum nodded once, not looking up from his feet.

"Mhm." He mumbled, reaching for the keys. I narrowed my eyes slightly at his continued negative mood.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, opening the passenger side door. He sat in his seat swiftly, starting the car.

"Nothin'." He spoke flatly. I buckled my seatbelt and watched him quietly as he drove off into the late night, heading to our home.

"You seem upset." I continued, watching him from the corner of my eye.

"Do I?" He tilted his head, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. I slowly began to realize the type of mood Calum was in, but couldn't decide whether to be anxious or excited.

The drive home was almost silent, the static of the radio and busy city nightlife breaking it. We approached our home, Calum getting out of the car quickly.

I tossed my bag over my shoulder, closing the car door as I watched Calum swiftly make his way inside. I followed soon behind him, closing the front door after my entrance. He was leaning his back against the wall by the door with crossed arms, watching me closely as I took off my shoes and coat, along with hanging my bag on a hook.

I looked at him with confusion as he continued to stand with seemingly no purpose.

"What?" I shrugged, turning to make my way to our bedroom. I heard his heavy footsteps following close behind me, sending an ominous shiver down my spine.

"You think it's okay to ignore me all night?" He spoke deeply, closing our bedroom door behind him. A small smirk escaped my lips before I forced a flat expression. He slowly made his way to the bed, his force making me fall onto it. He looked down to me intimidatingly. I positioned myself up onto my hands, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I teased softly, tilting my head to the side. His jaw clenched tightly, scoffing through his nose. I began to feel myself get wetter between my legs at the sight before me. He licked his lips slowly before abruptly grabbing me by my hips, flipping me to my knees and hands. I gasped at his sudden movements before letting out a giggle.

"Think it's funny being a brat?" Calum growled, running his hands roughly up and down my sides. Calum eyed me up and down, my tight black dress against my bent over skin almost exposing my dripping underwear.

He reached a hand up to the zipper of my dress, pulling the tight clothing off my body aggressively, leaving me in only underwear, before returning me back to my position. Calum rubbed a rough hand over my bare cheek before bringing his hand down sharply, earning a squeal from me. He leaned down on his other hand closer to my ear.

"You wanna act like a brat, you get treated like a brat.". I let out a whine and squirmed under his touch. He trailed his hand back up around my panty line, pulling my underwear down swiftly. I let out a breath at the cold air bitting my damp heat, I wiggled my hips for any friction.

"Calum, please." I whined as he ran a quick finger through my folds, teasing me devilishly. He chuckled from behind me.

"What's wrong, princess?" Calum cooed sarcastically, running another finger through my folds. I whined and bucked my hips at his touch.

"Use your words, doll." He spoke deeply, lazily running a finger over my clit.

"I need you...Your fingers. Please." I whimpered.

"That's a good girl." He smirked, pushing two fingers into me deeply. I gasped at his entrance as he wasted no time speeding up the pace.

"You're so wet for me already." He chuckled.

He placed a hand on my handprinted bare cheek as the other pumped vigorously out of my dripping hole. I let out muffled moans and whimpers into the sheets, gripping them as Calum's fingers worked inside of me. Calum left a hand working on me and brought the other to his belt buckle. My walls throbbed at the sound of the metal buckle coming undone as he slowly removed his fingers. He pushed against my thighs, moving me up the bed. I let out a whine at their absence, only to feel Calum crawling to reposition himself behind me, and his throbbing tip running along my slit.

"Is this what you want, baby?" He teased. I whined and pushed my hips against him, earning a chuckle from his chest.

"Brats don't get what they want." He mocked, continuing to taunt my eager hold with his tip.

"Please." I whimpered, it being the only thing I could manage to get out besides a needy whine.

"Please what?" He growled, leaning down to my ear.

"Please fuck me, Calum." I whined, looking back at him through my lashes. Calum only smirked before pushing himself inside of me fully, I let out a sharp breath at his size. Calum grabbed both of my hands, placing them on my back before quickening his pace, pounding me aggressively. I let out a loud moan followed by Calum's name.

"You like getting fucked like a slut, baby?" He growled in response to my sounds. He watched his hips connect to my thighs as he kept his steady rhythm. I melted under Calum's dominance, completely numb by his physical touch. I wanted him to take over every bit of me.

"Are you my good girl?" He asked rhetorically as he quickened his pace inside of me. I nodded my head frantically, biting my lip to conceal a whine.

"Who's my good girl." He growled deeper, with dissatisfaction at my minimal use of words.

"I'm your good girl." I said between breaths and thrusts. Calum smiled, out of breath as he watched himself entering me and exiting repeatedly. I began to shake beneath him, my walls clenching around his member.

"I'm.." I started, Calum's thrusts stealing my words.

"Not yet, baby," He began, "Not till' I say.". I whined at his words, my toes curling in desperation for a climax.

"Please." I whimpered.

"Hold it for me, princess." He growled. I bit my lip with a whimper, gripping the sheets. Calum watched with amusement at how easily I would follow his command.

"Cum for me, baby." He finally spoke, "Cum around my cock for me.". I let out a whine followed by various swears, shaking against Calum's hips. "That's it, princess.".

He continued his face pace, leaving me overstimulated, sending himself to his finish. He pulled out lazily, flopping to the bed beside me.

A warm feeling spread throughout me as I took in the pleasure of the boy beside me, I turned to my side, cuddling deeply into his skin. He planted a kiss on my forehead, before routinely reassuring.

"You okay, babygirl?" He spoke softly, moving a strand of hair from my face. I nodded, letting out a yawn.

"Yeah. M'tired." I smiled, looking up into his eyes.

"Did I wear you out?" He chuckled. Calum looked down, noticing my extra softness. He wrapped his arms around me tighter, planting another kiss on my head.

"You know you're always my good girl." He asked rhetorically. I looked up at him, leaning up for a gentle kiss. He trailed his rough fingertips against my arm, humming to me softly. I caught my breath slowly but surly, taking in the calm being the boy beside me.

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sneaking around (calum hood)

calum hood x non binary!oc (they/them)

summary: sneaking around and fucking their tour photographer was NOT part of calums plan, but maybe its just what he needs

word count: 3524

warnings/rating: explicit (18+ minors do not interact), hooking up, awkward sexual situations, enthusiastic consent, OC is their tour photographer, calum had a slut era, whoops he got caught, insta love? maybe? idk, at least from calums pov, OC is demiromantic but also a slut, the OC is non-binary AFAB, a good amount of cock, sub!Calum, but hes actually a switch in this universe, dom!OC

notes: this oc was created by my friend and i for a large and queer fanfic universe we've been building for OVER a year. some quick visual pointers of the OC: theyre 6'2, have split dyed black-blue hair, a lot of tattoos, and dress in a lot of gothic-punk black outfits (platforms are a must).

this fic is cross posted to my AO3

It was their last meeting before the tour and Calum was fidgety to say the least. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the tall, dark haired, and heavily tattooed person sat across the table from him. His knee bounced as people kept talking, waiting anxiously for the person to be introduced to them.

“And this is Archer. They’ll be your photographer on this tour. We’re sorry the other photographer had to cancel on us last minute, but Archer is a wonderful photographer.” Their tour manager said, motioning towards the now named person. Calums eyes lit up, a smile spreading across his face as he leaned across the table to shake their hand.

“Archie works just as well.” They said, a soft smile slipping across their face, shaking hands with Ashton and then Calum. “I actually prefer that. I’m excited to meet the four of you, and I’m so sorry it’s last minute.”

Calum kept a laser focus on Archie, watching their every move as they talked with the rest of the band and crew. He was transfixed on their movements, unsure of what lured him in. Was it the fact he’d really never met anyone as tall as him? Could it be the split dye hair, their soft facial features, or even the large amount of tattoos littering their body? He’d never know, but he knew that he wanted to shake their hand again, just as an excuse to hold it.

He was confused by his feelings. This was someone he just met, he shouldn’t feel this way. He was used to the casual hook up in LA. Using Tinder and Bumble to meet anyone looking for something casual. Fuck buddies, one night stands, and month long flings were his best friend. He’d never wanted to settle down, but he was always looking for a good fuck. It didn’t matter who it was, as long as he was getting that sexual fix.

Once the tour began, Calum started to notice that Archie was a distraction. He’d fumble during soundcheck, watching them walk around the venue to find vantage points. He’d miss a note here and there or trip over his own feet when he saw them in the photo pit. His reaction was worse the closer Archie got to him, quietly hyperventilating and struggling to keep his composure.

They were about four shows deep when Archie pulled Calum aside, “Hey, Cal, question. When we get back to the hotel, can you come to my room? I need your help picking photos of you for the show recap post.” They smiled, leaning back in the chair a bit, scrolling through the photos, picking the ones to set aside and show Calum later that night. “We don’t have time here, so just meet me in my room, yeah?”

Calum nodded, fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt, trying to hide the anxious look on his face. “I- uh, yeah, I can do that. You’re in room 687, right?” “678, actually. Don’t go knocking for a stranger. I don’t think that’s one of our rooms.” They laughed, closing their laptop and shoving it in their backpack, zipping it up and checking through their camera bag one last time, accounting for all their equipment. Archie got up and patted Calum’s arm, walking out of the room. He was lost in thought and left in the unknown until he’d be meeting up with Archie later that night.

He didn’t go to their room right away. Calum found himself lingering in Michaels room, fighting with himself about getting up to go see the photos. “Dude, why is hanging out with Archie eating you alive? It’s literally to ask you about some photos, relax.” Michael grabbed Calum's shoulders from behind, squeezing him a little, “Unless somebody has a little crush or something.”

“Why do you think I have a crush on them? I barely know them and I don’t want to like anybody like that either. I’m fine being single for now. You know fucking around is what I do best.” Calum sighed, feeling Michaels hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly. “Not every interaction I have with people like this is because I like them.”

“Yeah, but you’ve never acted this way with anyone else.” Calum went red with Michael’s words. He wasn’t wrong, but Calum was scared for him to be right.

“I- Shut up! It’s just photos, I’m just going to help Archie pick out some photos, I’ll be back.” Calum sighed, getting up from the chair in Michael’s room, and heading towards Archie’s. Maybe Michael was right, he had the slightest crush, but it was nothing worth acting upon. They only met a month ago and he barely knew anything about Archie. All he knew was that they were the in-house photographer for a venue in their hometown, had at least 50 tattoos, and they both used the same blue hair dye.

His knock was weak, but Archie heard it. There was shuffling on the other side of the door, and then their voice. “Didn’t I give you a keycard?” Calum panicked, digging through his wallet, only for it not to be there. All he had was his own keycard, bank cards, tour laminate, and a bit of cash.

“Uh… I forgot it? I came from Michael’s room. Let me in, please?” Calum asked, flipping through his cards again, checking that he didn’t miss it. Archie laughed, unlocking the door and opening it for Calum. “T-thanks. So… Those photos?”

“Right, the photos.” Archie was antsy, bouncing back and forth on their feet before sitting on the edge of the bed. Calum understood the emotion though, he couldn’t imagine being placed into a new environment, forced to get the band's best angles and post their work for millions to see. “Those… they're… let me grab my laptop.”

They dug around in their bag for the hard drive and their laptop, pulling both out to go through the photos with him. “Why… why just me? Don’t you have to ask the others too?”

“I have the most photos of you, so it’d be easier to get it out the way now. I have time with them tomorrow. I need good photos of you, yanno?” Calum nodded at Archie’s words, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the photos appear on the screen before him. Archie had a good eye and Calum was glad management was able to get them to be their photographer. “Are there any you see right away that you want for sure or any you want deleted?”

Calum shook his head, watching Archie scroll through the hundreds of photos, many looked like they were taken in bursts.

“Can I have some of these?” He pointed to the black and white photos on the screen.

“Yeah, those are already edited. There was a bright blue light behind you and it was hard to save it, so I made it black and white.” Calum nodded as if he knew anything about photo editing. “I messed with the white balance and exposure to try to take away from how bright the light is, but black and white saved it.”

Archie closed their laptop, placing it on the nightstand, hands folding in their lap, swallowing the lump in their throat. “Uh… this is… this is poorly timed, but can I kiss you?” Calum went cold, goosebumps forming on his arms, eyes wide. It’s like the world froze as his chest went heavy. “God, that’s a dumb question. We barely know each other, let's just get back to the photos.”

Calum shook his head, leaning into Archie, one hand on their thigh, the other unsure where to sit. “That’s not a dumb question, you’re just scared.” Calum leaned in further, pressing his forehead against theirs and then his lips to theirs as well.

He’d kissed hundreds of people in the last few months, but nothing was as good as this. Nobody ever tasted as sweet as Archies vanilla-orange chapstick or smelled as good as their cologne. The kiss progressed quickly, Archie knocking Calum down onto the bed, taking full control.

“C-can I?” Calum nodded, feeling a cold hand slip under his shirt, going towards his chest and then back down to the hem to pull it away from his skin. “I- Uh… My shirt’s gonna… it’s gonna stay on. Is that okay?” Calum nodded again. He didn’t care how clothed Archie stayed, he just wanted their lips and whatever else they were willing to give him.

Shortly after, shoes, socks, and pants made their way to the floor, leaving Calum almost bare, and Archie their shirt and boxers. “Fucking Christ, do something, would you?” Calum whined, feeling Archie’s cold hand press against his skin again, this time on his stomach, creeping towards the waistband of his boxers.

“Be polite and use your words, would you?” Archie teased, fingers going under Calums waistband, snapping it against his skin before tugging it away from his skin, making him yelp. “And be quiet, nobody needs to hear us.” Calum was exposed at this point, Archie straddling him to keep him in place on the bed, one hand resting firmly on his pelvis, the other resting on the mattress. “Quiet, Calum.”

Calum nodded, nothing but a squeak escaping his lips. “Y-yes, please- fuck, please stop teasing me and do something.” The noise got louder as their hand wrapped around the base of his cock, free hand going for his mouth to quiet him down. His instinct was to bite, but not hard. It was just enough to keep himself quiet. A smile crept across Archie’s lips, breathing heavily from making out just moments prior.

“There you go, Cal, just like that. Nice and quiet.” Archie laughed a little, twisting their hand around Calum’s cock, making him yelp and whimper into their hand again. Once Calum had control of his volume, Archie pulled their hand from his lips, only shushing him if he got loud again, which proved to be easy with them on top.

“I want more… please.” Calum whined, feeling Archie’s hand move along his cock. “I want to fuck you, please, Archie.” And everything stopped for a second. Calum was terrified he said the wrong thing, scared that Archie was three seconds away from kicking him out of their hotel room, but they weren’t. “Please, that’s all I want.”

It took Archie a minute to process what Calum said, swallowing the lump of anxiety in their throat. It had been a while for Archie, so it felt new again. “All you want, yeah? How about we make a deal. You get to fuck me, but I get control. Or is that too uncomfortable for you?” Calum shook his head quickly, he would take anything at that point. He wanted to touch Archie in ways he’s never touched anybody else. He felt an instant and true connection that never appeared with anyone else.

But a sudden silence fell over Calum. Sure, he’d had plenty of flings and one night stands with trans people before, but he didn’t want to fuck this one up. It almost felt invasive to ask Archie how to fuck them. Would they have a preference? What if they didn’t want the same thing as him?

“Earth to Calum? I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I? We’ll only do this if you want this.” Archie asked, hand waving in front of his face a little. “You’re not lost in thought, are you?” Calum shook his head a little, he was, but he didn’t want to admit it. “Is it about how you’ll fuck me? I promise that’s a normal thought. We’ve never done this before, I promise it’s okay.”

Archie smiled softly, hand resting on Calums stomach, rubbing their thumb gently over his skin. “I don’t really have a preference, but I know one will be easier than the other.” He nodded, hands moving from the mattress to their hips, body tense as a wave of awkwardness hit him. He felt like it was such a dumb question, even though he needed to ask it. “I promise nothing you’re asking is dumb, Calum. You’re making sure I’m comfortable, and I appreciate that. This could be a one time thing, or it could be something more, and you don’t want to hurt me.”

They pushed their weight against Calum again, pushing him further up the bed, head closer to the headboard, hands going to his wrists to pin him down. “O-Okay.” His voice was shaky, but he was sure this is what he wanted. “I want this, I really do.” Calum’s brain was almost on autopilot at this point, hands going to their hips, resting on the elastic of their boxers. “Can I?”

“Of course, I’ve been waiting for you to do that from the second you walked into the room.” Both of them chuckled, Archie lifting away from Calum to kick off their underwear, the laughter turning a bit uneasy as their boxers caught around their ankle. “Fuck, that wasn’t hot.” “I don’t care. You’re naked how I want and need, that’s hot enough.” Calums hand went for Archie’s crotch, stopping himself to ask, “Can I… Can I touch you?” The room went silent again, Calum terrified he’d crossed yet another boundary. “I just wan-” Archie grabbed his hand, guiding it further down their body and to their crotch.

“Stop asking questions and thinking you’re overstepping. I’d tell you otherwise. Now, please touch me. I want this just as bad as you, Calum.” He whined, feeling the wet warmth against his fingers as Archie let go of his hand. He lapped his fingers around, dragging them up and down before curling in softly. Archie let out a soft moan, immediately collapsing onto his chest, almost knocking the wind out of Calum. Their head rested on his shoulder, mouthing at the skin, “Fuck, please. More of that. Just like that, please, Cal.”

As Calum continued, he pushed Archie's head up to kiss them, letting them moan against his lips, a knot of warmth forming in his stomach. He couldn’t pull away just yet, but he was sensitive and he needed Archie’s touch once again. “Fuck,” he groaned against their lips, forehead pressing against theirs, two fingers curled inside of them, “I want you.” He whined, sliding his fingers out, a small look of concern taking over his face, unsure what to do with his damp fingers.

Archie grabbed at his wrist, bringing his hand up between them, lips to his fingers to suck them clean. “There, that’s all it took.” they smiled, licking the stringy substance from their lips, “I have no condoms, just so you know.” “O-oh. Nor do I. Do… Do we stop here?” Calum’s voice was weak, but Archie shook their head at his words, hand moving to hold his jaw, forcing him to look back in their direction.

“Unless you want to, absolutely not. You didn’t just make out with me and finger me for nothing. We only stop if you want to stop.” Calum whined at the grip to his jaw, shaking his head that he wanted to continue. “That’s what I thought, baby. If it eases your mind, I’ve been on birth control for years and with a decent amount of people who could… yanno, but it’s never happened, so I don’t think we have to worry.”

“Y-Yeah. Fuck, I want you, Archie.” Calum whined, letting them resituate themself on top of his body, knees resting on each side of his torso. “You’re sure, right?”

“I wouldn’t be half naked, literally inches from letting your cock in me, if I didn’t want this, Calum.” Archie laughed a little, one hand grabbing at Calum’s cock under them, guiding it and letting themself slowly sink down. “God- Fuck, Cal.” They gasped, knees giving out a little as they let him go deeper.

It wasn’t just Archie who whined, Calum did too. The touch to his cock and the feeling of Archie sinking down felt so good. His hands reached for their waist, grabbing tight, a loud and long hiss leaving his lips. “You feel— fuck!”

Archie let out a deep moan, hands resting on Calum’s chest, digging their fingers in ever so slightly. “That’s it, baby. Rock your hips just like that. Let me do the hard work.” As Calum moved with them, he whimpered at the sensation on his chest. “Just like that, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” They rocked slowly at first, hips digging into his, only picking up the pace once they settled and Calum was ready.

He yelped as Archie bounced, feeling their knees against his waist, panting heavily. He’d had his fair share of sexual partners, so being on the bottom was nothing new, but this level of control was. “Go on baby, tell me how this feels. Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

Calum nodded, panting, head thrown back into the pillows as he spoke, “Feels good. You feel good, Arch. Fuck- feels so good.” He was a disaster at that point. His skin was warm, cheeks flushed, forehead sticky with sweat. His lips were parted, leaning up towards Archie, “K-Kiss me, please.” He begged, feeling their sweaty forehead press to his.

Their lips connected momentarily, noses brushing against each other as the kiss got passionate. “You wanna cum, baby? Wanna feel so much better?” He nodded again, feeling the heat building up in his body once again, heart racing. “Let me take care of you then, don’t move.”

Archie worked quickly, nails digging into his chest again, picking up the pace. Their lips touched as they both moaned, Calum struggling hard. “Fuckfuckfuck” He whined, pressing his head into their chest, fingers pressed against their shirt, nails digging into their hips, “G-Gonna cum, fuck, fu-”

Calum choked on his words as his vision blurred, his minimal thrusts turning sloppy, hips meeting Archies at a painfully slow pace. Their orgasm wasn’t far behind, all it took was a few more thrusts and they were moaning into his neck, blush crawling up their neck and into their cheeks.

The silence quickly turned into soft giggles, Archie’s full weight on Calum, foreheads pressed together, refusing to move from the position they were in. Cum dripped out of Archie and onto the base of Calum’s cock. “Holy shit,” Archie gasped, hands moving back to his chest once again. “God, you felt so good.”

His giggle faded, turning into a soft chuckle instead, head resting in the crook of Archie’s neck, whining at any slight movement, as if it would send him into another orgasm. “S-so did you. Fuck… Can we do that again sometime?”

“So long as we don’t get caught sneaking around.” Archie let out a soft moan, pulling off Calum’s cock, whining at the emptiness and cold feeling on the inside of their legs. They grabbed the pile of clothes and shoes on the floor, separating them out, handing Calum his clothes. “It’s the last thing we want.”

His head was in the clouds, but he understood what Archie meant, “Y-yeah. You’re right. Text me after your shower? I still want those photos. Can I have a towel or something. I don’t wanna get my clothes messy.” “Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot about that.” They walked off for a minute, grabbing a small hand towel from the sink and handing it to Calum to wipe himself down. He threw the towel to the side, slipping on his boxers, followed by his pants, zipping them up and putting on his shirt afterwards.

“Th- Is this what’ll happen every time you want to show me photos?” “Maybe, maybe not. Just go take your own shower and I’ll text you, okay? I enjoyed this. It felt nice. I want more of it.” Archie motioned their hands to the bed, then Calum, then themself.

Calum nodded, brushing his hands down his shirt to straighten it out, turning to the full length mirror to fix his hair. “I do too, Archie. I should… I should go before someone catches me.”

“If anything, we were looking at photos. There was a lot… so it makes sense it took a while.” They smiled, walking towards the bathroom as he walked towards the door to the hall. “Photos, with a side of sex and making out.” He nodded again, listening for anyone walking past so he wouldn’t get caught.

The door clicked shut behind him and he scurried down the hall to his room, head turning like an owl in every direction to make sure nobody saw. Every shadow and rustle of sheets behind doors scared him, thinking it was someone who heard the whole thing.

“You look like a deer in fuckin’ headlights, mate.” Michael laughed, tapping Calum on the shoulder as he unlocked his door.

“You bastard!” Calum yelped, dropping his phone and wallet. “I thought you’d be asleep already.”

“It’s only 2am… You’re lucky if I’m asleep by three. So… How did looking at those photos go?”

Calum's brain stopped. He couldn’t lie to his best friend, but he had to, he was not getting caught sneaking around.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #5ssos smut #5sos blurb #5sos imagine #calum hood #calum hood fanfic #calum hood smut #calum hood blurb #calum hood imagine #queer!sos #lgbtq 5sos

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freshrained · 1 year

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ok i want a rainy day with calum, and just spending the entire day wrapped up in bed together and just being incredibly content with the endless amounts of movies and tv shows that youve watched throughout the day and only leaving the bed to grab the takeout you ordered and calum lazily having his hand on you all day just wanting to be close to you

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hemmingslftv · 2 years

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wrong name

Word count: 3k

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

Requested: no but requests are open!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes”

“How many times?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Touch me then” you demanded.

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?” you screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Calum” you whined.

“Yes?”

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

“Oh, no, sweetheart, not yet”

“I don’t think I know how to stop it”

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

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please” you begged opening your eyes.

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

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

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

“Just ask and you’ll be served”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry about the Luke thing”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#5sos smut #5sos fic #5sos fanfic #5sos blurb #5sos x reader #calum hood x reader #calum hood smut #calum hood fic #calum hood fanfic #calum hood blurb #calum hood #5sos #smut #hemmingslftv #this is smutty but kinda cute if you ask me

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writersdare · 1 year

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Paris Broke My Heart (p.2) | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: A whole year apart. Is there even a chance for Calum and Y/N to be together?

Warning: angst (happy end), fluff, friends to lovers, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Word Count: 1 868

Requested: yes and yes

Author’s Note: Read the 1st part here! Without it the story wouldn't really make any sense ♡ I liked the dramatic ending, but I think I like this one better. Hopefully you'll enjoy it, too ♡

Time was making a cruel joke of Calum and Y/N. It wasn’t flying fast like they hoped, on the contrary, it was going extremely slow, torturing day by day. The more weeks were passing by, the more painful it was to be so far from each other.

“How is your new apartment?” the girl called Cal right after landing in Paris and entering her new home. She looked around, having truly no idea how to answer his question. The flat was fine, light and rather spacious. Back to Los Angeles, she dreamed of a normal place to live in, not a small studio with crazy neighbours. However, having a good apartment in Paris did not make her happy. In fact, she didn’t feel anyhow better in another country. The heart was still aching. And Cal’s words “please, don’t go” were still bouncing in her head.

“It’s alright,” Y/N mumbled and bit her lips. “Don’t forget to take care of the plants I gave to you, alright? I worked really hard to keep them alive,” she smiled, but the joy sounded fake.

“Sure, don’t worry.”

He moved the plants to Ashton’s apartment. Cal knew it was pathetic and ridiculous, but even stupid flowers were hurting him, reminding about Y/N. He was angry with himself for letting her go. Other days, if he had too much of alcohol in his blood, he’d be mad at her for ruining everything they had. And that night at the club… She didn’t even talk about it. Did she regret that much?

The first two weeks Y/N was crying every single night, missing her friends, missing Calum. She didn’t regret what had happened between them, however, she hoped it’d have happened much earlier, not few days before her leaving.

Despite some awkwardness in their goodbyes, Calum and Y/N stayed in touch. Or better to say they tried to. The difference in time zones were killing them, it was so much worse comparing with the period when he was on tour. At first, they tried to keep up with their casual messages once a day – when it was morning for her and evening for him – but slowly the texts were shorter and rare. The phone calls became less pleasant and later disappeared at all. After some time, months being in Paris, Y/N got used to her life more or less. At some point she even let the friends know she met a nice guy, and more and more often Calum would see on social media her photos always next to that guy. Few times Cal was thinking to remove Y/N from his following list just to stop seeing her happy face, while he was so devastated.

“Please, tell me it meant something for you.”

Y/N opened her eyes lazily, but closed them immediately, feeling extremely sleepy. However, recognising the voice on the phone, the girl jumped in bed and glanced at the French boyfriend, lying next to her. Thankfully the guy didn’t wake up from the call.

“Calum,” she whispered and, putting on a first shirt she found in her closet, hurried up to leave the bedroom. “Are you drunk?”

“Is that what matters to you, huh? Only this?”

“It’s night here, Cal, I can’t talk now,” she whispered.

“Sure, you can’t. Is he there? In your bed?”

Y/N clenched a hand into a fist, trying to hold back the tears.

“It’s not your business, Cal.”

“It is mine. It supposed to be mine,” he mumbled and sobbed, feeling like shit. He was drunk, it was a rather normal condition of his lately, on the days off. “You left me, as if I never meant anything to you. How could you? After all… after all we had together…”

“I left you?” Y/N outraged in a whisper, going to the kitchen. “Do you think I wanted to leave so much? But you didn’t say a thing. You didn’t tell if it was important to you that I stay.”

“You sent this application at first place!” he snapped.

“And you never asked why I did that, Calum! I couldn’t stay any longer, it was killing me! You were killing me!” she couldn’t hold back the pain any longer. “I chose this path, because it’s better this way. I’m moving on, and you should, too.”

“So, this is it? You saying you don’t give a damn about what happened in the club, Y/N?”

“It was everything to me,” she said and closed the eyes for a moment. “But it doesn’t matter anymore,” Y/N finished the call and came back to the bedroom, texting Luke on her way to look after Cal as, apparently, he couldn’t do that himself.

Surely Y/N did not stop having feelings for Calum, it’d be naïve to think so. But the life kept going, she knew she needed to halt looking back. They couldn’t be together; Cal didn’t even offer to visit her in Paris or invite to his place for the weekends. He was playing his part again, being all cold and detached from her, and that time the girl decided to let it be.

However, it was rather ignorant for Y/N to believe she could find her happiness with someone else. And even if she didn’t think so, she at least hoped she’d be able to hold on to her imaginary love for a little longer. Just few months passed before saying to the French boyfriend rather trivial “I’m sorry, but I’m in love with my best friend”.

Y/N did not come to LA on winter holidays, she thought it would be for the best. Otherwise, she’d start crying again, would experience the feelings towards Calum even stronger, and it’d broke her completely, irrevocably. She did not visit the city of angels during her days off or other vacations, and Cal did not fly to Paris to see her. Funny enough, both realised pretty soon that they were suffering not because of the distance between them, but simply because of the feelings towards each other.

And the whole year passed just like that, yet it felt like eternity. In spite of that, when Y/N sent Calum the only message about her flying to LA next morning because Paris was not her home, the musician felt like he was back to the past.

To the happy one, where Y/N was not leaving, and he felt like he had all time in the world to be with her. To the time, when they were hiding from rain in some old local store with a gumball machine.

“Look!” she wiped wet hands on soggy jeans and started to search coins in her pockets. Calum was quicker, though, so he put few in the machine, and the girl began filling her mouth with yellow, green and red gums that looked more like some plastic. No matter how passionate Cal could be about the taste of each – he claimed that the red one had a strawberry flavour, the green one was apple-flavoured and the yellow was a lemon – to Y/N they all tasted the same. The tongue was changing its colours like a chameleon, though. The girl gave a blue one to her friend, so he took it by his lips, and they switched places. It was Y/N’s turn to put the coins in the machine, while Calum would catch the gums for himself.

“It makes my hungry,” he mumbled, trying to chew ten of them at once, while the girl was spending her last coins on few more gumballs.

“Let’s wait a bit longer, the sun is already peeking out of the clouds,” she noticed, and they both glances at the window, which possibly wasn’t washed since the opening of that store. Usually, a summer downpour wouldn’t last long, so they were sure they’d be able to leave the place quite soon.

“I’d die for a cup of tea and some soup now,” the musician giggled and shock his head actively, when Y/N tried to put the last gum in his mouth. “I don’t have a place in there anymore! Y/N!” he laughed and closed the mouth with a palm.

Just few hours after that he wasn’t smiling anymore, finding out the girl was going to Paris for the whole damn year.

Here he was, though, in the airport where he experienced maybe his very first real heartbreak. Calum saw the girl’s sleepy face and smile that would always light up his dark world. Approaching him, she touched a shirt collar first just to make sure Cal was real. They hugged each other tight, closing the eyes and trying to forget the whole year being apart. Y/N was hearing his rushed heartbeat and thinking how stupid she was believing she could stop feeling anything romantic towards her best friend.

“I love you,” she wanted to say, but only whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, but thought. “I wish I could just say how much I love you.”

An hour in taxi, and they were home. Her apartment did not really change much, even though it looked a bit alien after such a long absence.

“Why didn’t you visit?” when superficial conversation was over, the girl could not help asking. She didn’t mean to start a fight, but that question was bothering her for the whole year, and she finally felt brave enough to ask that.

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to come back to LA then,” Cal mumbled quietly, almost whispering.

“You do understand how stupid it sounds, don’t you?”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he smirked. “I just couldn’t come. Couldn’t. You left; you made your choice. I had to accept it.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. She sobbed and shook her head.

Cal swallowed and closed the eyes for a moment.

“I called my ex your name, Y/N.”

“When?...”

“When we were making love,” he chuckled sadly and turned the head towards the girl. “Every night… I was imagining you instead of her,” Calum’s cheeks flared up with a blush. The guy knew how wrong it was, of course, he knew.

“I guess she was very mad,” Y/N looked away, remembering the girl from his old posts. She didn’t buy it even for a slight second and was sure they were dating just for marketing reasons. Yet, she did notice Calum not liking Y/N’s photos where she was in an embrace of her ex. So stupid.

“I said my ex that I’m in love with you, so he threw away the tickets to Milan. It wasn’t very romantic.”

“I guess I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re not.”

“Of course, I’m not,” he smiled a bit, feeling better for the first time after finding out she got a boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. “I love you,” Cal said all of a sudden and took her palms in his. “I love you,” he repeated, simply bursting out the secret. The guy was ready to say it over and over again until she’d finally listen.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I won’t survive without you next time.”

“There won’t be the next time,” Calum warned and covered her silly lips with his after she replied,

“I love you, too, my best friend.”

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