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sensitivecth · 1 year

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Now or Never - c.h. fic

hello i wrote a calum fic that's angsty with a happy ending🫣 i kinda fell off tumblr but had some inspo the other day and it produced this. i started to write this after i learned my crush was moving to a different state, it hurt(s) so i made this to cope. i just finished it tho, good luck!

about 1.6k words, tw//smoking, tw//quarantine, bestie!calum, friends to lovers?? kind of, dj!cliffo?? a pinch, probably set in late 2021. girl IS latina she IS plus size, if you're not into it get over it. girlie can also NOT smoke, trust me i've tried, to explain the beginning! all love<3

I shuffle my feet out of the bar for some fresh air. Calum’s in tow for a smoke break.

We’ve been having a great night. He asked to hang out when he came back to town to move the last of his stuff. Suddenly we've been at the bars since 8.

“You sure you don’t want one?” he asked me teasingly. He knows I can’t inhale anything but air.

As the door closes behind him, I can hear the music quiet into a muffle.

“Haha, funny,” I deadpan in return, looking at the sky from nerves.

How can I not be nervous? I want to confess my crush I had on him for over a year. He’s so nice to me, he’d never make me feel bad. But he’s also moving back to the city. He’s been telling me all about the apartments he’s been looking at and jobs he’s applied to.

“Y/N, what’s up?”

I looked at him- made eye contact even- and got scared. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything.

“Y/N?”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” I got out. One time I told him how I hated eye contact. It stresses me to think about which eye I’m supposed to stare at. He told me to just look in the middle at the nose.

I looked back at the sky. My heart started racing.

He knows. He’s moving by next week but he knows, he has to right? I don’t think I hid it super well.

“Calum, I just-“ I stopped.

He’s staring at me again, I can feel it. I finally turn to look in his direction.

“You can look up at me, you know I love those brown eyes of yours,” he said. “Let me see them.” But I don’t look up.

I could just not say anything. I don’t have to tell him. He can move and we can keep talking like we did all of quarantine to continue our friendship.

But I can’t. I have to say something. Now or never, right?

“I don’t want you to say anything please until I’m done. This is hard for me, and I’m not sober so there’s some liquid courage backing me up.”

“Hm,” he paused, looking concerned. “Okay. I won’t say a thing.”

Now or never, I guess.

“Calum,” I wanted water. My mouth felt dry. “I’ve liked you for over a year.”

I pause just long enough that he opens his mouth. “And it’s super hard for me to accept a crush on someone so telling you right now is killing me.” I’m staring at his shoes now. He’s wearing an old pair of converse.

“I really wanted to be your friend when I saw one of your tattoos and asked about it. But it kind of kept tumbling into something else. And I know you don’t like me like that you don’t have to tell me-“

“Y/N but-“ Calum tried to stop me.

“No, Calum. You’ve pointed out the people you’re attracted to. You don’t have to justify it or try to pretend you liked me. I’ve seen them, Cal. They’re skinny white girls, and I know I’m not that.” My voice got quieter. I didn’t want to bring this part up.

But, there it was. My biggest insecurity around him. I’m not skinny let alone a stereotypically skinny white girl with blonde hair. I’m brown (and proud) and on the bigger side. I always have been. I’m also not the plus-size model big, I’m the fat rolls and back rolls with big arms kinda gal. I’ve never been more aware of my size than now.

“Seriously, it’s fine.” I comfort him, which is amusing to me so I smile. Why am I comforting him when this is supposed to be hard for me.

“I’ve been through this a lot Calum. I’ve had unreciprocated crushes my whole life. I’ve been asked out on 2 dates, by 2 different guys in elementary school. This isn’t new to me.”

‘This’ was being big and brown. Growing up in a primarily white school has its downsides. It looked like he was gonna say something again.

“Please, bub. I’m gonna get through this and then you can say whatever,” I saw him nod but I let the quiet sit between us.

I’m picking at my nails a bit and hear the muffled song change inside. It’s Youngblood.

Now or never, I tell myself again.

“Selfishly, I don’t think I could live with you moving 4 hours away and not tell you ever. You became a comfort person to me over quarantine. I didn’t know if it would continue when school started up again, but it did. And slowly, I wondered when you would text back. I thought about what you were doing and started to obsessively check social media to see if I could get anything from you.” I sighed.

This was harder than I thought.

“It was fine, living in my own little fantasy world of you maybe liking me. Telling my friends about our conversations and just everything I learned about you.”

It was a bit easier to say when he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking down at his cigarette.

“And then you mentioned a girl. I’m not even sure if you ever spoke to her really, you just saw her at the coffee shop. But I cried that day.”

I actually vividly remember the girl he described. She had purple pants, an old band t-shirt, and an old pair of converse as well. He didn’t talk to her, but he did say something along the lines of her being his “dream girl.”

“When you sent that text, I stopped replying for a moment. Then I put on a happy front and told you to talk to her, because of course I’m going to support my friend in whatever he decides to pursue romantically. It just stung a bit.”

“I didn’t talk to her,” he mumbled.

“I know Calum, I know.” I smiled again, thinking about how I felt that day and how I’ve grown.

He was still looking at his cigarette. I wanted to touch his arm.

“Anyway, after I responded semi-positively to that, you just kept sending stuff about girls and relationships left and right. That,” I paused for the drama and because I needed a breath, “fucking sucked Calum.”

I stopped talking for a bit. We were just standing there.

“And when we hung out in person in the park, you’d always mention how there were such cute girls around. I wondered if you hinted at me ever, but I finally realized you never did.”

Calum was still looking down. He hadn’t looked at me in a while.

“Listen Cal, I’m not saying this to make you feel guilty. I just want you to understand where I’m coming from.”

“No, it’s okay,” he said curtly. His cigarette was almost gone.

“So I kept up the friendship even though it pained me to see you talking about other women. And I thought I finally got over it after like 14 months of my everlasting crush.”

“Did you?” he looked at me briefly.

“To be completely honest, I felt like I’d get so close to being done with it and you’d do something so I would go back to square one. I’m proud of myself for only crying about it once though.”

He smiled. I love his smile.

“To be fair, I’m proud of you too. I’m not worth crying over.”

“You’re worth so much.”

“Don’t flatter me like that, my ego will get big,” his eyes twinkled with the moonlight. He was staring up now.

Ashton suddenly peeked his head outside.

“You guys okay?” he asked in a weird tone. I think he knows. He’s always known.

“Yeah mate, just going on about life ya know,” Calum’s answer was quick. Almost like he wanted to be rid of him. I couldn’t be too sure though.

“Alrighty! You missed Youngblood! Mike’s electric in there right now!” Ashton laughed as he turned.

The door did the really awkward thing where it closes super duper slowly, but I stared at it.

“Welp. That was it,” I told Calum as I turned back to him. “Yeah I don’t know. I just needed to tell you before you left.”

“Y/N, I love you with all my heart,” Calum started. He still wasn’t looking at me.

I knew immediately where this was going. I had to fix it.

“Calum, please don’t break me tonight. I don’t want that. Not for your last weekend. Let me send you off with the boys on Monday and help you pack the last of your stuff. Let me be there when you’re locking up the apartment for the last time. Let me breathe this weekend. Once you go I won’t fight it.” I’m pleading with him now. “Please give me this weekend.”

“I would never,” he emphasized, “want you anywhere but with us when we start our new lives. Like I said, I love you with all my heart.”

I felt the tears coming in. This is when he tells me I’ve been nothing but delusional and a joke. This is it.

“I see you next to me Y/N. We may be moving now, but I can never leave you behind. I won’t lie. I’m not in love with you, but I love you. I don’t know where this can go, especially starting off as a long distance thing, but we’ve done it before, right?” He’s kind of rambling at this point.

My breath is short, I am confused.

“Wait what?”

“Y/N. I wanna take you on a date. I’m confused and delighted you said anything. I’m sad I’m moving, but if you’re up for it then I am too.”

And just like that, the last year and then some make so much sense. He makes so much sense.

Now or never, I repeat to myself as I walk up to. The cigarette is gone.

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calummichaelfics · 3 years

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Can someone write a fic/smut about Calum coming out the shower with just a towel around his waist while his long curly hair is soaked and all smoothed back and it’s turning you on and he knows it so Cal starts to tease you kinda subtly and then you guys end up having sex then maybe a part 2 in the shower

Please whoever makes this tag me😩

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hoochieforcalum · 4 years

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Above the City | c.t.h.

this sounds random but can you do a ceo!Cal and you’re his assistant (plus sized) & he finds out maybe you’re a Virgin bc of a convo they guys you spark up (even though you’re shy) and steamy shirt starts happening in his office 🥵

so, this was originally supposed to be apart of my plus size blurb weekend, but I loved this concept so much that I decided to make an entire OC fic based off of it -aliencal

ceo!calum x oc elle (she is plus sized!)

warnings: smut,,maybe some angst,,typos for sure

word count: 6k+

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“It’s going to be another long day Liz.” Elle sighed into her phone as she turned the corner. Her heels clicked against the concrete sidewalk as she strutted her way to the coffee shop. She could feel the cotton material of her plaid pencil skirt flapping against her knee, causing her to grow slightly irritated at the feeling. She knew that the skirt hardly fit her thick size, but considering she hadn’t the time to do her laundry this week, the skirt was the only thing she could find that made her look remotely business-like.

She heard Liz sigh over the phone, “Again? This guy has got you working all hours. Doesn’t he let you sleep?” Elle could feel a smile taking over her lips as she yanked open the door to the coffee shop. The sound of fresh coffee beans grinding together in the machine was echoing throughout the small, hole-in-the-wall shop, blocking out the indie music that was playing softly over the stereo for a small moment before silencing. Elle’s eyes quickly did a scan over of the shop, surveying the lack of customers and quickly coming to the conclusion that the shop was in it’s post-afternoon rush phase. Her analysis was only proven right when she saw the way the barista, who looked to be in high school or a freshman in college, lazily threw the dirty rag into the sink with a heavy sigh.

“Besides the weekend and my breaks, no. But you have to cut him some slack Liz. Christian groups are not letting up.” Elle said as she approached the counter where a young man stood waiting with a pen in his hand. She pulled the phone away from her ear, easily telling the boy the two usual's before lifting the phone back up. She could hear Liz groan.

“And? Why does he need you to help him sort out their hate letters?”

“It’s not just hate letters,” Elle said, throwing a five dollar bill into the jar as a tip before grabbing the cup of large black coffee and walking over to where they had the condiments laid out. She grabbed a french vanilla cream cup and began to add in the mixture. “There is also something going on at one of the branch facilities out East. And I’m his personal assistant Liz. I kind of have to help him with whatever he needs help with, so matter what I think or feel.”

“I know that miss attitude, but sleepless nights for paperwork? Yeah, I’m glad I didn’t join the corporate world.”

A cross between a scoff and a laugh left Elle’s throat, “Well not everyone decides to enter marine biology,” Elle noticed the same male placing the lid on her drink. “Hey, I gotta go okay? Save me something.” Elle quickly pressed the bright red button before grabbing the paper cup from the barista with a soft smile used as a silent thank you. She watched the guy - who looked to be roughly as old as an undergrad - give her a quick wink before wishing her a good day, but not without adding in a very uncomfortable gaze of her body. Elle felt her insides swarm with unease as she walked out the door, knowing fully well that the guy was staring at her backside as she walked. She gave herself a moment before shrugging off the feeling and walking back to her company.

Well, it wasn’t her company per say, but after being behind the scenes for roughly five months now, she felt like it was. But then again, that was the perk of being an intern to Calum Hood.

And Elle technically went above an intern. She was his personal assistant, which meant that she was with him everyday from 8AM to 11PM or until he would dismiss her. Calum was the CEO of Koa Healthcare Clinics, a moderately sized healthcare company that primarily focused on women’s health and reproductive rights, as well as regular treatments and screening for common colds or any other type of infection, virus, or health imperfection. Elle had been keen on getting into the medical world since she was a young girl, and once she heard that there was an opening with a man who had connections to every major hospital all across the United States, she jumped at the opportunity to become his personal assistant. She nearly cried when she found out she was selected, and from that night until the day Elle started as the personal assistant to Calum Hood, she dreamed of the job being filled with meeting top healthcare progressives and interesting new technologies that would advance the system or even see some new laws that he was trying to lobby for.

Instead, Elle got coffee runs, sore feet from walking back and forth between his office, the supply room, and the coffee shop; late nights with take-out and pure silence as she sorted through paperwork for new patients and whatnot while he did his thing; angry men in meetings who talked nothing of healthcare, but rather extension of new clinics; ink on her hands when the printer went askew; cold morning coffee which meant she’d have to brew a new pot; calls from Calum’s partners and meeting setups; setting up appointments for Calum that included dental and dinner plans; misogynistic and sexist coworkers that brag about their achievements in bed during every break and what “slut” they took out the night before; and hate from conservatives and Christian organizations claiming that she’d go to hell for even being associated with a company like Koa Healthcare Clinics.

She got the opposite of what she had dreamed of. Yet, the position paid well, and Elle was in her second year of medical school and needed the money to pay for her education. Alongside, Calum Hood was not the worst person to look at - or be near for that fact.

Elle would describe him as easy on the eyes. The man had a jaw structure that was unmatched, puffy cheeks that only accented and compliment his jaw structure, deep brown eyes that held more color to them when they were lit up in the sun, dark brown hair that softly curled upwards, tattoos on his hands and his left arm that were only shown when his sleeves were rolled up, big, plump lips that looked so soft, and a fit body type that nearly made all the female employees swoon - even Elle, but she wasn’t going to make it known to him. And yet, even though Elle had been, at first, thrown by how good-looking he was, she was even more thrown at the fact that Calum had never taken any of his anger out on her.

He never made Elle do anything in spite of his anger from his daily duties as a CEO, and he never screamed at her when he was upset or frustrated. Instead, his voice was always soft when he spoke to her. He always thanked her for everything she did, paid for every coffee and every take-out meal, made sure that his driver got her home safe before he went home, and always addressed her with respect and never looked down on her. And it shocked her.

She could hear Calum’s angry voice as she stepped into his large office. As per usual with any modernized, big corporate office, he had an entire glass wall that looked out over the city of Los Angeles - she could even see the Santa Monica Pier when it was lit up. His desk was a dark mahogany shade, making his space grey accents stand out. His laptop was open and she saw the way he was angrily staring at his screen as the person on the other end was talking. She quietly set the cup of black coffee down on his desk, but even he caught the movement of her arm and she watched as his eyes quickly snapped up and met hers. He mouthed her a quick appreciative ‘thank you’ before looking back to his screen and paying full attention to the heated conversation that he was having with whoever. Elle turned on her heels and walked over to the plush couch that was the same mahogany color as his desk. The stack of papers regarding new patients was still there from earlier before she had to run to the coffee shop. She let out a soft sigh under her breath and started to sort through them again. Koa Healthcare Clinics was always receiving new patients every day due to how in-expensive the treatment and plans are, but judging by this stack of paperwork, and the way Calum let out an aggravated sigh as he hung up the phone and the sound of the printer started, Elle knew she was going to be here until midnight - at least.

But that’s what typically happened anyways. So at this point, Elle was used to going home late and waking up early the next day to repeat the same cycle.

By the time Elle heard her phone buzz, she noticed that it was nearing 11 p.m., and she promptly set down the paperwork and picked up her phone. She noticed that Liz had texted her, informing Elle that Noah was staying the night and telling her that her leftovers were on a plate in the kitchen, and as Elle picked up her phone to respond, she heard Calum clear his throat.

She felt her insides freeze at how dominant the sound was, and she quickly typed a response.

“Sorry,” Elle mumbled, “It’s just uh, my roommate.” She instantly set her phone back down, and it was then that she registered the feeling of Calum’s stare seeping into her skin. She shifted in her seat and began to flip through the pages of clinic income-reports, quickly removing the cap of the yellow highlighter to figure out which clinic had poor income, but even she knew how shaky her hand was.

And Calum noticed it too.

He had spent the past five months trying to figure Elle out. She was unlike his past personal assistants. The majority of them were always talkative, and were trying to pry into Calum’s lifestyle too much because they were not okay with just sitting in silence during late night hours at the office, and Calum always knew that a majority of the personal assistants that he’s had always tried to get into his pants or at least felt some attraction toward him.

But Elle? Elle straight up confused him.

She rarely said more than a full sentence to him. And that sentence only pertained to the work that they were both doing. Sometimes she’d ask him a question if she noticed how stressed out or upset he was, and sometimes she’d comment on how hateful some people can be in their letters, but Calum would immediately notice how shy she’d be afterwards. He’d notice the way she’d curl back into herself as if to try and pretend that it didn’t happen or that she wasn’t even there in the room. It dawned on Calum that he truly knew nothing about Elle besides her work ethic, and for some reason, deep down inside of him: it bothered him.

Calum would usually know the basics about his personal assistants beyond what their resumes would say. He’d know their favorite color, music, food, coffee - but that one was always a must as he was always drinking it and insisted that his assistants get something for themselves - and other basics like city or dream place. But when it came to Elle, Calum only knew what kind of coffee she liked.

It also bothered Calum because of how much he had taken a liking to Elle due to her nature; almost too much of a liking which only scared yet intrigued him. He had to secretly admit that she was much more beautiful than any other woman that he had laid eyes on. Her hips were the fullest figure that nearly made Calum’s mouth water when he saw her for the first time. Her stomach was round and full but it never bothered her in the way that it would most people. She wasn’t shy about wearing pencil skirts that hugged her figure or shy of her fat rolls whenever she sat - at least not from Calum’s perspective. Her eyes were a dazzling green color that reminded Calum of rolling green hills or of healthy spring green foliage. Her eyelashes were long, so long that she hardly needed to wear mascara so Calum was always so confused as to why she did. Her cheeks were dusted with freckles that were lighter than her dark brown hair, and everytime she smiled, Calum felt his heart speed up at the sight of her dimples. Her lips were almost as puffy as Calum’s own, and he became scared of himself when he spent an entire hour daydreaming of wanting to kiss her.

And he’s been harboring his feelings for three months out of the five that Elle has been here.

It baffled Calum - to say the least. Elle was someone he wanted to know, and he wanted to figure out if she liked him as much as he liked her, because even Calum could see the way her cheeks would become red with blush whenever Calum stood too close to her or the way she would blush whenever she said more than that sentence to him.

“You can take it if you need too.” Calum said softly, watching Elle’s eyebrows furrow at his words as she continued to highlight various clinics - ones that Calum would eventually have to phone and scream at the supervisor for.

“No,” Elle dismissed quickly and flipped the page. “It wasn’t anything important.”

Calum observed her for a moment. Her hair was pulled back into a twisted bun due to the large, black claw hair clip that held it up, and her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth as she continued to do her work. But even Calum could see the blush on her cheeks. He wondered why she never complained about the late night shifts or how much paperwork he threw at her. His past assistants always did to some extent, but not Elle.

“You know,” Calum started, pushing himself out of his chair. “If you ever need to take a break or step out to take care of things with your roommate, you can.” He watched as Elle let out a soft sigh and shook her head.

“Really, it’s fine.” Elle excused, giving Calum a soft smile before looking back down at the paperwork in her lap.

“I’m serious though,” He sat beside Elle on the couch, causing her to immediately freeze up due to his closeness. “I work you way too much. It’s okay to take a break you know.”

Elle was thrown by his sudden, small-talk nature. She easily slid the cap back onto the highlighter before setting it down on her lap.

“Taking breaks doesn’t get the job done.” Elle said softly, swallowing the hard lump in her throat as she turned to look at Calum. She watched as his lips parted softly, a quick intake of breath following shortly after.

“But, constantly working may mean that the work,” Calum said, his voice faltering as he reached his hand forward to take the stapled packet off of Elle’s lap. He watched as her cheeks flared up in a soft blush while he felt his hand brush against her thigh, the material of the pencil skirt separating his skin from hers. “Is not the best work.”

The packet of clinic incomes was gently placed on the coffee table by Calum’s hand. Elle watched him, her own confusion setting into her bones as she tried to figure out what he was doing. He wasn’t usually like this.

“But, doesn’t sitting here talking also take away time to get work done? With all do respect Mr. Hood, why are you over here?”

Calum tried to stifle his laughter at the adorable, yet confused look on her face, “First of all, it’s Calum. And second, I just think you need a break. Come on,” he said and repositioned himself so that his body was facing Elle. “What is your roommate like?”

Elle shrugged at her boss and pursed her lips together as she tried to think of an answer, “She’s like any other roommate.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“She’s loud.”

“And?”

“Bold.”

“And?”

“Pays half the rent.”

“And?”

Elle could feel her frustrations starting to light her skin ablaze, “And she’s going into marine biology because she hates the corporate world. Mr. Hood, this is pointless. Why are you really over here?”

“Is it such a bad thing to want to get to know you?” Calum asked, but even after Elle had just snapped at him, Calum was still able to keep his voice calm and tender. She hadn’t upset him at all; she never does.

Elle scoffed, “No, but we both have work to do.”

“Meaning what?” Calum pushed. He could see how under her skin he was getting, and while that had not been his original intention, he was finding it extra adorable that her cheeks were getting redder due to the blush that kept appearing.

Elle sighed once more, “It’s late, and I am tired. Can you please just let me finish these assignments? Plus you never have wanted to get to know me so why start now?” The two of them stared at each other for what felt like minutes. Calum could feel himself growing enchanted by the way her green eyes never left his brown ones. Her cheeks, tinted with blush as always, looked so soft from the lighting that his office provided. He decided to take his chance, and he slowly reached out his hand to caress her mildly-warm cheek. His thumb dusted over the freckles that resided there before he spoke.

“Because I’m enchanted with you.” His words were a whisper that got lost in the air between them as Elle took them in. She felt her stomach drop, her heart speed up, and all she could do about it was focus on the way that Calum’s thumb ran gently over her bottom lip, his eyes following his own movements as she was trying to register what was happening. Enchanted with her? Impossible. Elle was always the last pick for every male she came across - maybe besides Noah - and no one had ever shown her much interest due to her body shape. She used to hate it, but after realizing that she didn’t need a man to make her happy, Elle eventually let it go. But hearing someone say that they were, at the very least, enchanted with her made her insides grow soft and her heart skip a beat. Although she was able to understand that there is more to her than looks, it was still nice to hear that someone had actually liked her. Maybe it’s a low moment for her for thinking like that, but Elle wasn’t going to dwell on it for too long.

Especially when she felt Calum’s soft lips press against hers.

His pressure was gentle but firm as he moved his lips against hers, deepening the kiss and swiping his tongue against her bottom lip. Elle could feel her body shock back to life as her brain registered who was kissing her. She instantly pulled away from him, the sound of her heartbeat drumming in her ears as she stared at him. Her lips craved his again and even though she knew it was wrong, she wanted to kiss him again, and she could even feel the tiniest bit of ache pooling in her body as she quickly thought about his lips kissing her skin.

“I’m sorry,” Calum said quietly, his hand still on her cheek. “I shouldn’t have done that.” Elle let out a sigh and took her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried to sort out her thoughts. On one hand, this was her boss and this would be completely unprofessional. But on the other, she felt something during the brief kiss that woke her up and made her want more of him and to be with him. She casted her eyes downward toward his lap, wanting to desperately crawl onto it and just kiss him, but she stopped herself when her mind instantly reminded her of her weight.

“Elle?” Her eyes snapped up again to meet Calum’s brown ones that noticeably seemed darker, and when she saw how puffy the quick kiss made his lips, she sighed once more and smiled.

To hell with her weight, and to hell with him being her boss.

Her lips crashed onto Calum’s as she quickly crawled into his lap, letting out soft giggles as she kissed him. Calum felt his heart swoon at the sound of her laughter, but quickly could feel heat rush to his tip when he felt her thick thighs around his body; the way that her soft lips were kissing him with such passion sent him into a frenzy.

God, the amount of times he’s dreamed of having her on top of him.

He became more aggressive with his kisses as she started to get playful - nipping at his bottom lip and laughing when their teeth clashed together - and Calum decided to take measures into his own hands. He slid his hands down her curvaceous and plump body in a sensual way that made Elle moan. Without a second thought and without hesitation, Calum squeezed her backside and slid his tongue into her mouth when she gasped at the feeling. They both fought each other for dominance before Calum finally had enough, pulling away and scooping Elle up into his arms.

“What happened to “we have a lot of work” hm?” He teased as he carried Elle over to his desk, his hands on her backside as she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold herself up.

“You are my work.” Elle replied with a smile.

Calum groaned and removed one of his hands to push the stack of papers off his desk. He gently sat Elle down and cupped her warm cheeks in his hands.

“That was sexy.”

“Really?” Elle asked and used her legs to bring Calum closer to her. “Because I don’t think that made any sense.” The two of them laughed as they kissed again, their lips turned upward in smiles as their teeth clashed together. Each kiss turned more intense than the last, causing heat to pool into Elle’s underwear as Calum’s erection only grew due to the sounds of her soft moans. It got worse for him when she moaned loudly after he found the sweet spot on her neck, the sound nearly causing Calum to moan himself. He started to unbutton her blouse when she stopped him.

“There’s something I have to tell you before you continue,” she said, placing her hands on Calum’s chest to essentially push him away from her. Both of them were out of breath. “I’m a virgin Calum.” Elle expected him to pull away from her and dismiss her, opting to just ignore what happened and allow her to go back to her work - or home. Instead, she smiled softly when Calum pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“If you don’t want me to-”

“Woah okay, let’s not get crazy. I never said I didn’t want you to.”

“So you want me to?”

Elle bit her lip as she looked into Calum’s lust-ridden eyes, “I wouldn’t be on your desk with wet panties if I didn’t.”

Calum scoffed and allowed a smile to form on his lips at her words. He narrowed his eyes at her and hooked his hands around the back of her kneecaps. He pulled her to him with little force and felt the material of the skirt cause resistance.

“Let me do something about that then.”

It all was a blur to Elle. She was lost in her senses as Calum sensually loved on her. They were both so desperate for one another that she had lost herself in the pleasure that came with every tender touch and every feathery kiss that made her feel like she was being worshipped as if she were a Greek goddess. Her blouse was off in record time and her bra was soon to follow, and while Elle couldn’t get enough of his kisses, Calum couldn't get enough of her. Her body was a temple to him. Her rolls, curves, stretchmarks, and body dimples made him go weak at the knees and the sight of the hickies growing on her soft skin, along with the sounds of her moans and whimpers, made blush rush to his tip like never before. Calum could feel himself aching for her, and once his fingers made quick work of the pencil skirt, he wasted no time dropping to his knees. He groaned at the sight of the wet patch where her opening was, and he gently pulled back the cotton material to reveal her dripping core to his hungry eyes. He held himself back at just completely diving in, but the urge only grew when he caught sight of the tiny mound of black hair that rested above her clit. He moaned loudly and brought two of his fingers up to her core, collecting her arousal on his index finger before bringing it back up and putting it into his mouth. Elle sighed at the sight.

“I promise I’m going to make you feel good, my beautiful girl.” Her heart fluttered at his words, her core only growing more wet when she watched him reach up and begin to unbutton his shirt. She was in a daze as she stared at the way the city lights bounced off his caramel skin in all the right ways, the tattoos on his chest immediately sending her hot body into overdrive. She watched as Calum stepped forward in between her legs, reaching forward and grabbing her hands that were previously clutching the edges of his desk. He brought them up to his chest and placed them on his own pecs, proceeding to guide her soft hands down his chest. The amount of sexual tension and want increased in the both of them, Calum savoring the way her nails scratched against his skin and Elle savoring the way her chest and abdomen felt underneath her hands. She watched as Calum dropped back to his knees, causing her hands to slide back up to his body and tangle into his hair as she waited for him to do something. He started sucking at the skin on her thighs, leaving hickies as he made his way towards her center. He continued to tease her, kissing her plump, pussy lips before hungrily attaching his mouth to her core.

Elle was in complete bliss as Calum made slow and sensual work of his tongue. Her body was humming in pleasure as she focused on his tongue, moans leaving her lips as Calum lapped at her dripping core which such measured and rhythmic licks that it made her see stars. The vibrations from his own moans only sent her spiraling into a deep pool of pleasure, and she soon felt the knot of pressure form in her stomach. She tightly clutched his hair and started to grind herself onto his tongue, a moan ripping from both hers and Calum’s throats as she did so. She felt so close to her high and Calum could’ve sworn he had a mini orgasm from the taste and sound of her alone.

“Fuck.” She moaned out and licked her dry lips, her thighs beginning to shake as the pressure only built. She let out a loud whimper as the knot came undone and her thighs shook violently against Calum’s head as her juices flowed out onto his chin. Calum moaned against her clit as he helped her ride out her first orgasm, the feeling of her thighs shaking causing pride to course through his veins as her body jerked from the pleasure that was taking over her body. Calum could feel the pre-cum dripping from his tip as he watched her body finally come to a stop and her thighs slow down to eventually stop shaking. He reluctantly pulled away from her core and stood back up, smiling softly when he saw the smile on her lips and the way her cheeks were overcome with blush for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy, signaling to Calum that she was still coming down from her high.

He leaned over her and kissed her forehead, “Come back to me.” His voice was a whisper as she looked down at Elle, noticing the mini-freckles that dusted her eyelids. He pressed a kiss gently to her eyelid before doing the same to the other one; his heart melting when he saw her bright green eyes looking up at him after she opened them slowly.

“Wow,” she giggled and brought his lips to hers. “You really know how to eat.”

Calum let out a booming laugh as he kissed her again and pulled away, reaching into his bottom desktop drawer for the bottle of lube and a condom.

“Yeah well,” Calum sighed as he squirted the lube into his hand before rubbing the liquid onto her core, making sure to put extra around her hole to prepare her for him. “I have been kind of hungry and you naturally are a meal, so excuse me for feasting.” Elle rolled her eyes at him and his playful nature, the nerves of her first time completely gone as she felt so relaxed around Calum. A tiny laugh still managed to escape from her lips the more she thought about his words, but when she saw the size of Calum as he rolled the condom onto his member, she let out a breath of astonishment.

“Still want this?”

“Duh,” she said without a second thought, causing Calum to smile at her sass. Elle groaned and covered her face with her hands and she felt her body flush with embarrassment. “I mean ‘yes’.” Calum chuckled softly and leaned forward again, removing her hands from her face and biting his lip.

“Duh.” He whispered jokingly, but Elle was still able to hear how soft his voice was even when she had made a fool of herself. He kissed her nose before pulling away and using one hand to position himself at her entrance. He ran his tip up and down her folds to collect her arousal before looking up at her once more for clarification. Elle gave him a swift nod, and he gently guided himself into her. She could feel every inch of him stretch her out, causing a stifled moan - practically a squeak - to leave her throat as the pain set in. The lube had made it slightly bearable, but she could still feel the way her core was on fire due to the sudden stretch of Calum’s cock. Calum watched with concerned eyes as Elle’s eyes were tightly shut and her face was contorted in pain as he kept pushing in before pulling out again. Another squeak left her lips as he pushed back in again, but he could tell that it was much more painful due to the way she death-gripped the sides of his desk. Calum tried to help alleviate her pain by grabbing her waist and pulling her off the desk slightly, and once he bottomed out, he waited until he could move.

And once he could, there was no stopping him.

Calum was sure to keep in mind that she wasn’t used to any of this, but the way that her pussy clenched around him sent him into complete excitement. She felt so perfect wrapped around him that he just couldn’t hold back, but judging by the sound of her moans and the way her nails were dragging down his back as he fucked her at a pace that was moderately fast, Calum knew that she was enjoying this as much as he was. He couldn’t get enough of her; the feeling of her skin against him drove him wild and her tight, wet pussy clenching around him made him delirious. Moans were falling from both of their lips as the desk started to scrape against the floor and Calum could start to feel the sweat form on his body. He buried himself deep into her pussy as he chased his high, reaching down to rub Elle’s clit to make sure that she’d reach her own.

“Cal-” Her words were cut off by a loud moan, and Calum let out a deep groan at the way her walls clenched around him as she came. He still fucked her as she juices flowed around his cock, the feeling of her walls and her warm cum around him mixed with her soft skin rubbing against her already-hot skin and her moans echoing around the room caused Calum to come completely undone above her. His load shot into the condom with such force that he saw stars and lost himself in her body as he rode out his high; nothing but heavy breathing replacing his moans once all was said and done. Calum pulled his head out of Elle’s neck to look at her, but when their gazes made contact with one another, Calum could tell that there was something wrong. Elle had a far off look in her eyes as she stared at Calum, and he knew that she was not present.

“Elle?” He asked, pushing himself up onto his palms to hold himself over her. She blinked twice, and then she suddenly started shaking her head.

“What happened?” Calum asked again, now standing back up and slowly pulling out her to prevent her from getting hurt. Elle only shook her head and sat up, pushing herself off his desk and starting to search for her clothes. It’s almost like reality had caught up with her, and her mind had suddenly reminded her of who she just slept with.

“I have to go.” She whispered and she slipped on her skirt and picked up her blouse. Calum watched in complete confusion, slowly putting on his boxers as he watched Elle scramble around for her clothing. He couldn’t even comprehend her sudden switch in moods, but he knew that she was in great pain due to the ways her face would scrunch up if she stepped a certain way.

“You shouldn’t be on your feet.” Calum said as he tried to stop her from buttoning her blouse. Elle shrugged off his touch and walked over to the couch to retrieve her shoes and her personal items.

“Elle, just wait a minute.” She could tell his voice was desperate, but her mind was screaming at her to leave. She knew that she had messed things up royally with what she had just done, and her flight or fight responses were kicking in. Calum was so baffled, but his own mind was screaming at him to get her to stay. But she wasn’t listening to him. She just kept shaking her head as if she was trying to shake off what just happened.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” Elle said and threw on her coat. “I shouldn’t have done that. You’re my boss. I shouldn’t have slept with you.” Her hand made quick work of the silver door knob. Calum watched as she slipped out into the lobby of the secretary, his mind racing at the sudden change in her mood. Of course he knew that they shouldn’t have done that, but he still felt an attraction towards her that he didn’t feel with anyone else - regardless if she was his assistant or not. He swiftly moved to the door and stepped out into the same lobby that she was just in. But before he could say anything, he watched as the elevator doors at the end of the hall closed shut, Elle on the other side of them.

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The lights in Elle’s apartment were dim when she lazily swung open the door after unlocking it. It was late, nearly around one in the morning, and Elle was confused to find the kitchen light on. The tears that she had cried on the way home were well dried up on her cheeks; the Uber driver being nice enough to not ask or say anything to her as she cried. The full weight of what she had done had hit her like a semi truck, and Elle could feel the shame deep into her bones as she spent every minute from the office to her apartment thinking about how she slept with her boss. She lost her virginity to someone who could easily control every move she did, meaning that Elle was now at the mercy of Calum come Monday. She dragged her body into the kitchen to find Noah, Liz’s boyfriend, grabbing a glass of water.

“Hey you! How was work?” He asked, his voice cheery and sweet like it always was. Elle immediately thought about the night’s events, and she could feel herself grow ashamed and regretful again.

“Long,” she croaked out, sucking in a deep breath to herself from crying again. “Really long.”

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cheekysos · 4 years

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The Maori Protector | Calum Hood | Bodyguard!AU x Plus Size Reader

Author’s Note: Please be kind this is the first time I’ve written in like two years. Also I’m not writing this series to exclude any body type, shape, or size because everyone’s bodies should be accepted and celebrated. So I am very sorry if this in any way excludes anyone, that is not my intention. If there’s anything you’d like to read please leave a request in my asks and I will try my best to do it justice. Depending on the response I plan to make multiple parts of this.

Summary: Y/N is a famous plus sized actress and Calum is her bodyguard.

Warnings: Swearing, breaking and entering, and some light sexual comments

From a young age you were always bigger, bigger than the girls your age and most of the time even the boys. It made your childhood rather difficult and usually pretty emotional. In spite all of those hardships the only thing that brought you solace was acting. It gave you courage and confidence, even if it was only temporary. Which brings you to now, you had stuck with acting, getting a few parts here and there, usually the stereotypical funny fat friend but then you got your big break.

You couldn’t believe that you were finally cast as the lead; a part that had nothing to do with your size and given the timing of the world it just worked out and people loved it. Your schedule was filling up and you were more popular than ever. But with all that good brings a lot of bad as well, which is why your manager had insisted on hiring you a personal body guard and wasn't taking no for an answer.

“I don’t know Carl, I still don’t see why I need a body guard.” You poked, aimlessly scrolling through your phone while Jane continued to curl your hair. You were about to make your first late night television appearance and were trying to keep your mind on something other than your nerves.

“We’ve been over this. People are starting to show up to places you’ll be at and paparazzi these days have no boundaries. It’s for your own good.” He sighed, the two of you have had this conversation multiple times already. “I interviewed like 20 dudes for this, I promise he’s the best of the best. Just please play nice.” He teased before walking out the door. It’s not like you were a mean person or anything just guarded more than anything and rightfully so. You can’t look like you do and work in show business without having some trust issues.

Jane finished up your hair with some hairspray, “you’re all set. Go get changed you’re on in ten love.”

“Thanks. Looks great, like always!” You beamed looking at yourself in mirror before walking into the green room bathroom. You squeezed yourself into your beige spanx tucking and adjusting your lumps and bumps. The dress you and your stylist decided on was a deep red ruched midi length dress with off the shoulder 3/4 length sleeves. It hugged your body in all the right ways and still managed to leave something to the imagination. You paired the dress with black strapped heels and a small gold necklace. You stepped out of the bathroom, your back zipper still open, “Jane can you zip me up?”

As you lifted your gaze your eyes landed a large figure standing between Jane and Carl. His tall frame and broad shoulders were covered in a crisp black suit. You were way too caught up in how incredibly good looking he was to remember the fact that your backside was still exposed. You probably wouldn’t have noticed Jane zipping you up if it wasn’t for her cold hands.

“Y/N, this is Calum Hood. He’s your new head of security,” Carl said. You could feel your cheeks flush as you made eye contact with him. His massive hand reached out to shake yours, you obliged taking note of the ink adorning his hand. Your mind started to wander, thinking of other parts of his body that might be cover in tattoos.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/L/N,” his accent catching you off guard yet again.

“Please just Y/N,” you said softly. He nodded in acknowledgment. “We can go over specifics later,” Carl interrupted. “Y/N it’s time to go.” He ushered you past Calum.

Despite your best efforts to focus on the interview you couldn’t help but think about the gorgeous brooding man waiting backstage to protect you.

It had been over a month since Calum started working for you and let’s just say it’s been a challenge. Every day you spent with him made it harder and harder to stay professional, you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones, but Calum was most of all a professional. He kept your conversations always about you and work. You tried so hard to get something from him; a lingering glance, a morsel of personal information, even a smile but have yet to be successful. Which is why you were trying so hard to stay professional, he clearly wasn’t interested and you respected that and a small part of you wasn’t surprised. Just because you were a successful actress doesn’t mean weren’t insecure and today was just one of those days.

If your mind was going to choose a day to be in a funk at least it chose one where you can stay at home cuddled on the couch with a glass of wine and a pint of ice cream while watching an unhealthy amount of rom-coms. You got up from the couch to fill your glass when you heard something like pounding. You weren’t exactly a paranoid person but living alone in a fairly decent sized home and the three glasses of wine didn’t exactly help. You paused your movie, listening just to be sure. You heard the pounding again this time louder, making you jump. Your fuzzy sock clad feet slid across the hardwood floor and grabbed your phone . The pounding started again, this time by the windows in your dinning room. You scurried into the bathroom and locked the door. You weren’t even really thinking when your fingers started to scroll through your phone book and landed on Calum’s name.

Four rings and he answered. “Hello?” His voice was soft and made you forget about your current situation for just a second.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He questioned.

“Y-ya-yes it’s me.” you stuttered. “I - uh didn’t know who to call. I’m home alone and someone’s pounding....I don’t know if it’s a joke or if....”

“Where are you?” He cut you off. His voice was different now stern and concerned.

“In the bathroom. I locked the door.” your hands started to shaking. “Good. Stay there until I get there.” You heard his car start. “Did you call the police?”

How could you not have thought of that first, he’s going to think you’re crazy, you thought to yourself. “No I...I wasn’t sure who to call”

“It’s fine I’ll call them right no...” he was still talking when this time you cut him off.

“Please don’t hang up.” Tears started pooling in the corners of your eyes. Your brother always teased you for being so over dramatic.

“Okay... then I need you to text Carl tell him what’s going on and that I’m on my way to you and you need him to call the police. Can you do that for me.” His voice was steady and calming. You did as you were told almost immediately. Calum kept quiet on the other end until you told him the message was sent.

“Good. I’m almost there, few more minutes. I’ll probably make it there before the police. When I get there I’m going to...”

CRASH. They shattered a window.

You couldn’t help letting a scream escape before you covered your mouth, tears flowing down your checks now.

“Y/N! What happened?!” He yelled.

“They broke a window I think.” You quietly sobbed. Your hand covering your mouth and phone as an attempt to be as quiet as possible.

“Fuck!” You heard the sound of what you assumed to be Calum beeping the horn. “It’s okay turn the light off in the bathroom and stay quiet. I promise I’m almost there.”

The rest happened so quickly. Before you knew it Calum was at your house smashing the remaining bits of glass and jumping through the window. He ran towards the bathroom calling out your name. You unlocked the bathroom door and wrapped yourself around his toned torso, silently sobbing into his chest.

He held you until the police arrived. He led you to the front door, his massive hand laid across the small of your back. He unlocked the front door and conversed with two officers while an EMT took you aside to check on you. You were fine of course just shaken up, they wrapped a blanket around you and gave you a glass of water to calm down. Another officer took your statement but you didn’t have much to tell.

You sat on your couch watching Calum intently. You couldn’t hear anything they were saying but that didn’t stop you from watching his plump pink lips move. You just realized Calum was in street clothes - black athletic joggers, a plain white tee, and Nike’s. Fuck he’s so hot and shit his hand was bleeding. You also noticed you were right...he did have more tattoos and they were glorious. By this time the Police officers picked up something put it in an evidence bag and handed it to Calum. His face dropped as he looked at it. What was it? Was he sad or angry? Calum and the officer approached you.

“Miss Y/L/N I’m Officer Callaghan. It looks like the only person to enter your home was Mr. Hood. Someone did however throw this through your window. He held out the object. It was a brick with ‘kill urself fat cow’ written on it in chalk. You didn’t everything you could to fight back the tears.

“It was most likely stupid kids, just a prank.” The officer explained.

“That’s not a prank that’s a threat.” Calum snapped. It was anger. He was definitely angry and honestly it was kind of a good look on him.

“Of course.” Officer Callaghan responded. “While Mr. hood gets his hand looked at I’ll have someone board up your window so you’re homes secure until you can get someone to come fix it. Do you have somewhere you can stay tonight?” Callaghan asked.

Maybe Jane? Carl was out of town and you really didn’t want to bother any of your friends. Maybe just a hotel.

“My hand is fine and I’ll take her wherever she wants to go,” Calum spoke.

You didn’t mean to zone out again but you did. Thank god Calum was there and dealt with everything for you. Your mind kept wandering back to the brick. Could someone really hate you that much just because you looked the way you did?

“I spoke with Carl, the window is boarded up and everyone’s gone. Just tell me what you need.” Calum sat next to you in the couch. His cut hand rested on his lap, covered in a paper towel.

“You really should have let someone look at that.” You said faintly.

“I’ve survived much worse.” He joked.

And that’s when you finally saw it. A quick subtle smile and shit he only got more attractive. You ignored the blood rushing to your cheeks, shrugging off the blanket wrapped around your shoulders before you stood up.

“Come with me.” You led Calum into the bathroom, just now realizing how ridiculous you probably looked - fuzzy socks, a massive hoodie, cotton shorts and hair messily twisted into a bun on the top of your head. At least you shaved your legs.

You got the first aid kit out of the cabinet, Calum leaned against the sink and offered you his hand. You carefully removed the paper towel to find multiple cuts in between his knuckles, his beautiful brown skin stained with dry blood.

“You really should have had this looked at by professionals. I think you might need stitches,” you meticulously started to disinfect the area, completely aware of Calum’s big brown eyes watching you.

“I-uh I’m really sorry this happened to you tonight and what they said I.... It’s not..” he sighed. “They’re cowards, scum honestly.” He winced slightly when you started cleaning the largest cut.

“People are entitles to their opinions. And like you said earlier I’ve survived much worse.” You joked, hoping Calum couldn’t pick up on hurt in your voice. But he did.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it but don’t try to justify their behavior or anyone else who’s mistreated you.” His voice was steady and calming again.

Dammit. Why was he like this, so perfect. It was becoming increasingly difficult to stay professional. Your body and heart ached for him. What were you supposed to say to that? You didn’t know so you changed the subject.

“Thank you for everything. I’m sorry I dragged you into all this.” You finished applying antibiotic ointment on his wounds before covering them with gauze and securing it with an ace bandage.

“It’s my job to keep you safe,” he cleared his throat. “Thanks for cleaning me up.”

So professional. Why couldn’t he just accept payment in the form of sexual favors.

You offered a half smile and nodded in acknowledgement as you cleaned up.

“Where do you want me to take you?” He questioned.

“I don’t know I’ll probably just stay here, like the police said it was just a prank.” You shrugged and turned on your heel to walk out of the bathroom.

Calum’s hand reached out for yours, turning you back to him. “You’re not staying here. It’s not safe and this wasn’t a prank, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

Your headstrong gene wanted to argue with him but his eyes looked worried and his voice was so sincere. Not to mention the fact that your hand was still intertwined with him and you were practically putty right now. His hand was soft, with the exception of a few callouses on his fingers.

“Ok..I can go to...a uh hotel,” you didn’t want to go to a hotel and you most certainly didn’t want to be alone but you lied.

Calum’s hand slipped away from yours, “if that’s where you’ll feel safe.” He replied.

“I won’t feel safe there. But the only place I think I’ll feel safe right now is with you.” Who knows what possessed you to blurt out the truth all of a sudden but you instantly regretted it. “I know you’ve already done way too much and I’ll make sure Carl compensates you for all your trouble but if you’ll just indulge me a little longer...You could stay in my guest room or I’ll pay for a room for you.” You tried to navigate yourself through this shit storm you’ve created so you could still stay with Calum but also be professional.

“Don’t be ridiculous, spending time with you is compensation enough.” He reassured. “And it’s no Ritz Carlton or anything but you’re more than welcome to stay at my place.”

Screw being professional.

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5sosdrfluke · 2 years

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Loved your plus size HC. Can you right a fic with Luke where Y/N is a little bit chubby and really short? Like she's not plus sized but she has a tummy and she's really insecure about that cause people always told her that then she's wondering why he's w/ her but Lu doesn't care that she doesn't have a model body and it's just really fluffy.

Yes! I absolutely can! I definitely relate to the very short with a tummy so I feeeeel!

"Luke, just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean that I won't bite you," you muttered and crossed your arms.

Luke's arm was rested on the top of your head and he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Oh c'mon, Y/N. You're the only one I can do this to."

"We are in public, ya noob," you blushed slightly. Currently, you were both in line at a coffee shop waiting to order.

Luke chuckled and slid his arm around your shoulders instead. "Alright. I'll behave."

You shook your head but couldn't stop the smile that started to appear on your face. He always teased you about your height and used it to his advantage. Usually as an armrest. All jokes aside, Luke adored the way you fit perfectly against his chest and used any opportunity he could to hug you against him.

Once you placed your order, Luke led you to a small table and instructed you to sit while he waited for the drinks. You took a seat as you were told and took a moment to glance around the coffee shop. So many interesting people lived in LA and it was always entertaining to see the different outfits and hair colors.

A group of tall, leggy girls strolled into the shop looking like they stepped out of a Vogue cover. The three of them were slim and wearing skintight clothing that accentuated their bodies. They looked so confident and gorgeous.

You frowned a bit and looked down at your own stomach. It was definitely chubby. Not thin like those girls. You poked at your tummy and peered back at the girls with the "perfect" bodies.

"Here you go, love," Luke interrupted your thoughts and set your drink in front of you before settling down in the chair across from you.

You looked up at him and cleared your throat. "Thanks."

His eyes scanned your face and his eyebrow raised in confusion. "Are you alright, babe?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you mumbled and played with the paper cup in front of you.

Luke gently moved the cup out of your hands and slid it to his side of the table. You started to protest when he held up a hand to stop you.

"You can have your coffee back when you tell me what's really wrong," he explained.

Letting out a soft sigh, you sat up a bit straighter in the chair. "I'm just really wondering why you're with me."

"I did drive us both here, so that's part of why I'm with you," he teased.

"You know what I mean, Lu."

He drummed his fingers against the side of his coffee cup and collected his thoughts. A few curls fell around his eyes and he ran a hand through them to tame them.

"I'm with you, Y/N, because you're kind, loving, sweet, funny, charming, beautiful, and smart," he stated matter of fact.

"But you live in LA. There are so many models and girls more suited to your type."

He scoffed quietly. "My type? Baby, you're my type. You're a model to me. My sweet girlfriend."

"I don't have a flat tummy," you said softly.

He looked at your eyes and his expression softened. "Is that what this is about?"

You nodded.

Luke gathered both coffee cups and handed you yours while he offered his hand. You took the coffee and his hand and stood from the chair.

"Where are we going?" You asked, slightly worried.

"Somewhere safe."

It turned out that somewhere safe was at his place in front of a big mirror. He stood you in front of it and rested his hands on your hips.

"Luke, what are we doing?" You protested.

"Shh. I'm getting there," he murmured and moved you closer to his body so your back was flush with his torso and chest.

You couldn't even look at the mirror and wished he would just let you go.

"Okay. Look in the mirror, sweetheart," he spoke softly.

You hesitated for a moment and sucked in a deep breath before you finally confronted your reflection.

"What do you see?"

You looked yourself up and down. You saw flaws, a chubby stomach, and a gorgeous man behind you. "Luke."

"I see a beautiful, strong, healthy woman," he started, "that means so much to me. I see a woman that never fails to make me smile. I see beautiful legs that carry you wherever you go. I see warm arms that wrap so nicely around me. I see an adorable tummy that keeps you alive with good food and water. I see lips that kiss me back and eyes that look into mine."

His words sunk into your mind and emotions started to bubble up in your chest.

"I see my wonderful girlfriend that I love so much. No matter what. I fell for all of you." His hands skimmed over your hips and up to your stomach where they rested so gently. He gave you a soft squeeze and held you close.

"You love my stomach too?"

He smiled softly and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I love your stomach, baby. It's soft, huggable, and a part of you."

You glanced back into the mirror and saw the way his hands were rested on your stomach. Touching you with love and affection.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered into your ear, making you shiver.

You dashed away a few stray tears that had rolled down your cheeks and allowed yourself to believe it.

Luke gently spun you in his arms so that you were now facing him and he hugged you tight against his tall frame. The feeling of his arms and chest made you feel safe and wanted. Your body began to relax into his and his hands rubbed your back.

"That's my girl," Luke murmured and placed his head atop yours.

"Thank you, Lu. I love you so much."

He grinned and kissed the top of your head and held you tight. "I love you too, sweetheart. Let's go find Petunia and have us a little cuddle sesh yeah?"

You nodded and followed him to his bed and laughed when he laid you down on the soft blankets.

"Piggy!" Luke called out and kicked off his shoes. He climbed on the bed beside you and flung his arm around you.

A few moments later, the sound of clacking nails raced across the hardwood floors and a small body launched itself onto the bed.

"Hi, Petunia," you cooed.

She responded with a snort and a lick to your cheek.

Luke beamed and reached to scratch her ears. "Now I have my favorite girls together."

You snuggled against both of them and warmth spread throughout your body. It felt like home.

"You will always be beautiful in my eyes, Y/N. I will always be here to remind you."

(I may have gone slightly overboard with the length, but I felt like it. That's all I have to say about that. I hope you like it anon!! -Kenzie xx)

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mrsmelaninhood · 3 years

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pairing: calum hood x black/poc/plus size reader

warnings: smut and explicit language (if you are NOT 18+, gtfo)

A/N: It's been soooo long since I've written smut (or anything really) so take it easy on me pls. 🥺 this is the beginning of calum's and y'ioné's stories so, enjoy.

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOMED 😊

The club was packed. Ever since the vaccine had been released and states begun to fully reopen. Everyone jumped at the opportunity to forget about Covid-19 ever happening.

Y'ione had just graduated with her Associates Degree in Business and her family had surprised her with a month trip to Santa Jose, California. She went to school at The University of Arizona, so she wasn’t too far away from her family.

Usually she would have declined but having spend 60+ credit hours studying and taking exams, she thought fuck it. She deserved this at least.

If she hadn’t downed half of her bottle of Patrón, she would have complained about the flabs under her arms moving slightly. How her thick thighs and backside encouraged her dress to seem shorter than it really was and her soft stomach peeking slightly through her dress but she was having too good of a time to really care. She had on a short brown cabo dress with black strap heels and her hair was in its natural anti-gravity curly state.

“You seem to be having a good time.” She barely caught the masculine accent from behind her but Y’ioné always tried to remain cautious whenever she went to a public outing especially since she had a open bottle in her hand.

“If you can’t have fun by yourself then you’re not a fun person period.”

She turned around to face Calum Hood from the Australian band, 5 Seconds of Summer. The first thing she noticed was his pearly white teeth and the smirk on his face. She didn’t even hide the fact that she was checking him out.

Everyone checks everyone out. Who cares?

The only major differences is that he almost had a full-fledged beard and his black curls was now shoulder length. Y’ioné could tell that his hair was long enough to throw up into a mini bun. He was wearing a dark blue striped flannel, black jeans and combat boots.

“Can’t argue with that.” He shrugged. "Don't tell me that you came alone?"

"Just graduated and my friend won't be here until next week. I'm not waiting 'till then to have a good time."

Unknown to her, Calum was also checking out the woman in front of him. She was dancing by herself with such confidence and looked at peace. The silk dress outlined her curves and very blessed assets. The dark curls on her head bounced with each sway and step she took.

Calum would've kept admiring her if she hadn't something to pull him out of his trance. “Shouldn’t you be in a V.I.P. section with your friends?"

"Hm, I needed to stretch... was getting a bit cramped."

“ And why are you walking around in a club without security?” Y'ioné raised an eyebrow in suspicion. Honestly, she was still shocked that the exchange was still happening.

She squeezed her bottle closer to her chest, feeling her anxiety growing. She wasn’t nowhere near drunk as she had a high tolerance and she didn't smoke so she wasn’t hallucinating either.

Was she being pranked? No. Calum Hood isn't the type to pull a prank on a fan, right?

“Awe, are you worried about me?” He smirked leaning on the bar.

She rolled his eyes at his cockiness. Yes, he was attractive as hell but come on.

“Hardly.” She scoffed. “Knowing my luck. One of your fans are hiding in the corner, recording this little interaction.”

Calum shook his head as he let out a loud laugh.

“You’re funny. I just wanted to get my own drink. Besides, my ass was beginning to ache.”

“That’s what you get for being double cheeked up on a Friday night.” It slipped out Ione’s mouth before she could catch it. “Sorry, I swear I’m not trying to flirt with you. Not saying that you’re not attractive ‘cause you are but I have to make a joke when an opportunity arises or else I’ll lose my sanity.”

“Okay… It’s not the weirdest explanation I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah. Sorry, uh, I never introduced myself. I’m Y’ione Harwood.” She stuck out her right hand. “Not that you’ll remember a nobody like me.”

“Hey, don’t say that. I always try to remember our fans.” He shook her hand and noticed that her brown tone against his lighter brown one looked pleasing together.

“Who said that I’m a fan?” You said with a straight face.

Calum’s eyes widen, he moved forward to apologize, “I’m so sorry—.”

“I’m kidding.” Y’ione smiled. “I had to.”

“That’s fucked up.” She shrugged in response.

“Accept taking a sip of my Patrón as a apology?” She offered the 200 ml his way.

“What kind of apology is that?” He laughed.

He’d be lying if he said that this woman didn’t intrigue him.

“I don’t know where your mouth has been.” He joked.

“Hasn’t been everywhere that yours has.” She swirled the clear liquor.

“Touché.” He took the bottle with slit eyes, “Why haven’t you passed out yet?”

“From talking to you or the alcohol?” She giggled.

“Both.” He felt the liquid burn down his throat as took a sip.

“High tolerance and you’re not Rihanna.” She said in a “duh” tone.

“I’m up there with Rihanna.” He and Y’ione had taken the vacant seats at the bar. Everyone else was up and grinding against a partner as Giveon played throughout the club. “Don’t even compare yourself to her.” She was laughing but the look on her face was serious.

“Damn. You’re harsh.” He took another sip before he handed Y’ione her alcohol back.

“I’m not everyone’s taste.” She kept eye contact as she poured the poison down her throat. Now she was flirting.

“The best ones usually aren’t.” He smirked back at her. Y’ione batted her false mink lashes with a smirk. “Are you flirting with me Mr. Hood?” “Is it working?” Calum hesitated a few seconds before he made the move to place his hand on her thigh.

“Maybe.” She licked her bottom lip swiping some clear gloss off.

He wrapped an arm around her neck, slowly pulling her towards him as to give her time to pull away if she felt uncomfortable. Y'ione rolled her eyes before she pressed her plump lips against his.

Calum felt himself grow hard.

“Oh! This is my song!" She cheered.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah)

Y'ione pulled him onto the dance floor before she turned around and rested her back against Calum's hard chest.

I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will) I do what I can to get you off (I will)

"Might just fuck him with my makeup on." She tilted her head up to sing the lyrics into his ears as they continued to sway to the beat.

Calum turned slightly red. It wasn't often that he was caught off-guard, especially by a woman. He usually was the straightforward one to initiate sex or anything likewise. So this was different.

Before he could ask her to join him for the night at his place, she beat him to it. "Your place or mine?" He looked down to see big brown eyes staring into his.

"Mine?"

"I'm not trying to pressure you to take me to your place... I know that it's a huge risk. Just one slip up and your career is over with and I'd hate to even put you in that situation." He stared at her with the same intensity but he could see behind the heavy lust that there was also care.

"No. It's not-" She place her pointer finger against his lips.

"How about this? We go to my place since I suggested it and if tonight we hit it off, we can go to yours next time. Hm?"

Calum just nodded and with that, Y'ioné grabbed one of his hands and headed towards the entrance/exit.

Fortunately, there weren't any paparazzi around or else they would've been screwed.

The chill wind blew causing goosebumps to form over her brown arms. "Shit."

"Sorry, I can't be cliché with you love." She turned to face Calum with a confused expression. "I don't have a jacket to lend you."

She rolled her eyes. "I think I'll survive but thanks for the consideration." She frowned, "I completely forgot that I actually didn't drive tonight, since I planned on trying to get wasted."

"Luckily for you love. I have my keys." Calum pulled them out of his pocket with a smirk. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began leading them to where his vehicle was parked.

"Won't it be obvious seeing a random woman get into Calum Hood's car?" Y'ione whispered not wanted to draw attention from the few people that were hanging out on the sidewalk.

"Not if we hurry, beautiful." They arrived at the matte Mercedes Benz G-Wagon. He opened the door which she gave a quick "thank you" before hopping in. He jogged over to the driver's side pressing the "start" button to turn on the engine.

As she was putting her address into the car's GPS, Y'ioné couldn't help but giggled at the situation. They were sneaking around as if they were in high school.

"What's so funny?" Calum glanced at her.

"Nothing. Just thinking." She bit her lip as she looked out the window.

She was trying to calm herself down until they got to the hotel. Calum looked sexy as hell driving with his thick thighs slightly separated and his right arm resting on the dashboard. Not to mention the several tattoos peeking through the arms of his rolled up flannel.

God really does have favorites.

"You're a strange one."

"You're not the first and won't be last person to tell me that." She squeezed her already closed thighs.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Do you usually have sex with your fans?"

Calum bit his bottom lip then let out a sigh, "I try to avoid it as much as possible so no, not usually."

"I'm sorry. It's really none of my business." Y'ioné started playing with her hands.

Why did I ask that?

"No, it's understandable... So you're a fan now, huh?" She could see him grinning from the corner of her eye.

"Depends on your performance, Hood."

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"Holy shit." Y'ione moaned out as Calum rocked back into her.

They had been going at it for 5 minutes and physically she adjusted to him fairly quickly but mentally, she still wasn't.

Foreign is not boring.

"Fuck." Calum growled as she pulled on his curls. "You're so wet."

"So I've been told." She squealed as he pinned her hands beside her head.

"You little minx." He crashes his lips against hers forcing his tongue through her plump lips.

This was a whole new field to Y'ione. Yeah, she's had sex before but never been sexed. Not like this. Calum had managed to pull two orgasms from here before they even started.

Y'ione didn't even know the she was so vocal until Calum entered her.

"O-Oh." She moaned as Calum threw one leg over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge into her soft walls even deeper.

"I'd be lying if I said that yours wasn't one of the best pussy's I've ever had." He said to immediately receive a slap against his hard chest making him smirk.

Even at her most vulnerable, she's feisty.

She pulled Calum's head towards her so that they maintained eye contact. "You know that my pussy and I are the best that you ever will have. Don't get it twisted Hood."

She lowered her leg to wrap it back around his waist before flipping them over so that she now was on top.

She planted her manicured nails against his hard chest and began to bounce causing the sound of their skin slapping to echo throughout the hotel room. He looked down to see where their bodies met and also where their fluids were building up.

"Damn." His hands moved to her squishy hips and began to help her ride him. Her dark cloud of hair covered the top of her forehead so that he could barely see her chocolate brown eyes. Her lip gloss was wipe away from all their kissing and her makeup was just starting to run down her face. She looked beautiful.

"Are you about to cum Hood?" He could feel her velvet walls squeezing telling him that she was close.

Good, so was he.

She breathed out as he pulled her down against his chest and started to pound rapidly into her making her scream.

"Oh! C-Calum- I-." He felt her before he heard her. They both let out noises of pleasure before settling down.

Y'ioné stayed laying on Calum's chest not wanting to interrupt the space of euphoria they created.

She felt him brush a puff of curls from her face. "So... how was my performance?" She giggled smiling up at him shyly.

"It wasn't bad."

"Wasn't bad? I guess that we have to go again-"

"No! It was good, okay! Besides-"

"You can't handle any more." He threw an arm behind his head.

"Please, I'm hungry." She scoffed. "I need to replenish my energy." She pointed a finger into his chest. "Thanks to someone."

"You asked, I delivered." He shrugged.

"Anyways, now a girl is craving In-N-Out since Whataburger isn't a thing in the west." She reached for her phone to see that it was 11:26 PM.

"I remember going to one of those when we touring in the South. The burgers are pretty big." He stood up and she had to turn her head away before she jumped his bones.

"Calum, go shower." She was meet with silence. "Did yo-" She looked up to see Calum in her face. "Ah! Back up!"

He chuckled, "You don't want to shower with me?"

"God knows I'd love to only if..."

"If?" He leaned even closer to her face. She pushed him back with her hands causing the white sheet to fall down, exposing her upper half.

She quickly covered her chest as he continued to stare, "You keep your hands to yourself." She pointed which Calum grinned in response. “Behave.”

"It'll be hard but I'll do my best." He bit his lip as he watched her walk past him and into the bathroom suite.

"Come on Hood."

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Y'ioné let out a yawn as she played with the curls in her bun. She was now wearing sweatpants, an old tee, and jandals. Calum fortunately had spare clothes in his car so he had changed into sweatpants and a black tee.

Wearing sweatpants like they didn’t just get through fucking. Smh.

"Got ‘em." Calum said once he sat down in the drivers seat, holding a white bag that had grease stains at the bottom.

"Are you sure that I couldn't pay?" She frowned. She was used to being asked if she could pay for meals by the guys she talked to.

"Yes. There's no way in hell, I'd let you pay. Not after the fantastic sex." He joked.

"That makes me sound like a prostitute." She groaned.

"Love, just eat." He rolled his eyes sticking a fry into her mouth.

"So fucking good." Y'ioné moaned out which Calum laughed at.

"I've heard that sentence before."

"Shut it. I’m focusing.

It wasn't long before they had finished the food and Calum was walking her back to her hotel room.

"So..." He started.

"Please don't make this awkward." She laughed. "I guess I'll see you around."

"You will."

"I'm not a booty call." She hummed playfully.

"That's not what I meant. You're weird and you have a temper but you're cool and fun to be around. So if you want to hang while you're here, let me know." He bent down and planted a kiss to her cheek which she rolled her eyes at.

"Cliché, Hood."

"Sometimes, I can be." He shrugged. "Goodnight, Y'ioné."

She smiled, "Goodnight, Calum."

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melancholy-mikey · 3 years

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Could you do something involving face slapping with calum please?

a/n: thank you for your ask, lovely. Hope you enjoy! 💕💕

Y/n’s eyes burned with tears, her waterline glistening from the constant snapping of his hips, and her eyelids fluttered shut at his relentless pace.

“Look at me.” He growled, tugging her chin upwards, gripping the roundness of her jaw in a single palm. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

She shook her head, the pleasure too intense to open her eyes and she mewled when the tip of his cock grazed that sweet spot inside of her.

Calum’s calloused palm damned a sharp slap across her cheek - the blow was harsh and quick, it caused her skin to flush and a low whimper fell from her throat.

Y/n batted her eyelashes - big, doe eyes fluttering up at him and her kiss-bitten lips gawped at him dumbly.

“Please,” She whimpered, grabbing desperately for his wrist and placing his warm palm against her still stinging cheek. “again.”

His chuckle was soon cut off by her velvet walls clenching around him, her moans and whines making his cock twitch and he took a sharp breath inward.

“Again, huh?” He murmured, “you like that? You like when I slap that pretty face of yours?”

She nodded her head desperately, her legs were wrapped around his waist, crossed at the ankle, pushing him deeper into her arousal.

“My little pain slut.” He hummed before he slapped her cheek once more - the sting caused her to gasp, and she felt her cheek tint.

The crude squelching of her cunt and the slight squeal that she emitted only fuelled his thrusts - the constant pace had her dilated eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Calum gripped her chin between calloused digits and pressed a kiss to her pouted lips - the juxtaposition of that sweet kiss and the constant pounding of his hips was something that made her head reel.

She quivered at his touch, and her back arched into him - y/n’s breasts pressed firmly against the hardness of his chest and he exhaled, a low moan soon following at the crude feeling of her pebbled nipples on his skin.

“So close already, huh, bub?” He cooed, “gonna cum just from me slapping those pretty cheeks of yours?”

She moaned into stuffy air, the room so hot and heavy it made their skin crawl in the most delicious of ways.

“Yes, Cal, love the feeling,” she breathed, “wanna cum so badly.”

“Then give me what I want, sweetheart,” His lips were low against the shell of her ear. “Cum for me.”

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valentine-sos · 2 years

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Show me - (C.H.) pt. 3

Masterlist

Show me pt.1 Show me pt.2

Plus size (Y/N)

Word count: 1,260

Please read part 1 and 2 first! this is the last part I’m doing for this, I had too much fun xD

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Letting me stand on my own, my toes meet the frostiness of the bathroom tile. A shiver runs through me as Cal’s eyes meet my own. He pushes me against the bathroom door a hand cradling the back of my head as we hear the soft click of the bathroom door as it closes. Despite what we just did, I still hold some nerves at the base of my belly as I look up at him.

His hands move through the back of my hair as he goes to cradle both sides of my jaw, “Such a good girl for me, yeah?” He whispers against my lips.

I let out a shuddered breath as his words fall across my lips. His hand leaving my face to trail down my stomach, fingers finding my clit. “Always so, so good for me.”

My hands clutch his forearms as my head hits the door, I moan as I struggle to catch my breath. “As much as I'd like to take you against this door,” He ran his nose over my jaw line as he brought his lips up to my ear. “I have a promise to uphold.” I try to catch my breath as I peer up at him. “Please.”

He trails his hands from my shoulders down to my fingertips, maintaining eye contact. He takes hold of my hands bringing them up to circle his neck. His hands burning a path as he cups to cup the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up around his waist. I run my hands up through his curls as I kiss up his neck to his jaw, enjoying the way he tenses as I run my tongue up the length of his jaw.

He stops in front of the shower glass door and slides it open, other arm under my ass, supporting me. He carefully steps us in, sliding the door shut behind him. He brings one hand up to cup the back of my neck as his mouth meets mine, hot tongue meeting my own. He reaches down to cup under my ass as he pushes us up against the shower wall, the sharp cold of the tile meets my back as I hiss and arch forward. My nipples brushing against the hardness of his chest as the back of my head meets the wall. My nails dig into his shoulders as he drags his tongue on the open column of my throat. “You ok pretty girl?” He whispers against my throat. I breathed out as I nodded.

“I need your mouth on me again, please.” I begged as my forehead met his. “You begging is almost just as pretty as you cumming sweetheart.” he gently lets me to my feet, hands still on my ass. “But I’m afraid I don’t know where you need my mouth. You’re going to have to tell me (Y/N).”

Nerves explode in my belly spreading to my toes as I clench my thighs trying to stop the ached. All of this still so new to me. “My chest. My stomach, thighs. My pussy. Anywhere Cal, just please. Don’t make me beg.” I rake my nails down his chest, enjoying the hiss that comes out of his mouth. “Why not baby? You sound so pretty when you beg.” His hand coming down to cup my bare pussy. “But my girl gets anything she asks for.” His finger circles my entrance before slightly pushing in. I hissed, still sore from the bedroom. He gives me one last kiss to my mouth before he leans down to run his tongue down my chest. He pulls his hand from me and gives me one last look before stepping back and slowly sinking to his knees.

My stomach tightens and my fist clench at my sides. I whimper as I look down to see him on his knees in front of me. He raises an eyebrow as he runs his hands across my thighs, slowly nudging them open. “Is this what you wanted? Me on my knees for you?” He ran his tongue on the inside of my thigh, so close but so far to where I need him. “Me, tasting you on my knees?” His hand came behind me to turn the handle for the shower, cold water shooting out soaking both of us. I gasp as the cool water hits my skin, chilling the fire he set to my nerves. My hands going to grip and pull his hair while he stares up at me, tongue circling my clit as water continues to spray down on both of us.

“Jesus.” I gasp out as his fingers tighten on my hips as he continues to devour me. A hand shooting out to grab the wall as the other tightens in his hair. His hand leaves my hip and brings a finger to curl into my entrance, tongue still teasing my clit. My toes curl and thighs start to shake as a burn start to blossom in my lower stomach. He pulls his mouth from me but keeps his finger caressing me. “C’mon Cal please.” I whined. I start to push his head towards me, desperate.

My ears ringing as I clench my thighs around his hand, desperate for my release. He pinches my thigh to get his attention. Chest heaving as I try to catch my breath as I look at him. “Can you hand me the Showerhead my love?” Thumb circling my clit as he peers up at me. My whole body is tight as I try to chase me release, so close.

His hand stops completely making me grunt as I gave him a look of annoyance. “I asked you a question (Y/N). Focus sweetheart.”

Keeping my eyes on him I trail my hand blindly up the wall until my fingers meet the cool metal of the shower head. With a shaky hand I curl my fingers around it and take it off the wall, handing it to him. “That’s my good girl.” With a smile and a final kiss to my thigh he turns the shower head onto me. His fingers go back to curling inside me as the water pulses against my clit. I moan loudly as the water hits me, grip tightening on his hair as he looks up at me, a second finger working its way inside of me.

I gasp as I try to find my breath, my legs failing to support me as my orgasm creeps up on me. “You got it baby, come for me pretty girl,” His fingers going faster now. “Come for me while I’m on my knees for you.” My orgasm explodes through every nerve in my body, electricity and fire spreading through every nerve. My ears start to ring as I feel myself become to weak to stand on my own. He drops the showerhead as he rises to his feet, an arm coming around my waist, helping me stand upright. Other hand coming up to to cradle my jaw.

Limbs grew weak as he kissed me, tongue invading my mouth. All I see, hear, feel, taste, is him. And I never want to stop. “You ok baby?” He whispers against my lips. I grin as I look up at him, exhaustion setting over me.

“Never better.”

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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Hey, could you do a plus size smut with Calum Hood, where the female reader loses her virginity, but Calum is definitely not a virgin. And she's worried/insecure that she's not good enough, but that's not true and he makes her feel special/really good!!

Ok, cal would be so tender and kind with this. Sorry it took me a fucking year to write this

You were no stranger to spending the night at Cal’s house after the two of you had gone out tight the boys, but this time was different, this time the both of you were dead sober but still couldn’t keep your hands off each other. The air in the cab home seemed thick with anticipation and love, his hands running up and down the entirety of your body. As soon as you stepped through the threshold of the house, Cal gently pushed you back against the door, fingers slipping up and underneath the hem of your dress as he kissed and sucked gently at the sensitive spot just below your ear. The two of you had never head sex before, sure you had been intimate but nothing to the level it felt that you were going. You pushed him away from you, fingernails gently pressing into he tan flesh beneath his shirt. He broke away from kissing your neck, looking you in the eye but you quickly averted your gaze, ducking under his arm that he had placed on the wall to support himself and walking quickly to the kitchen. He followed behind you in silence, watching your every move to see if he could tell what had changed.

You reached up in the cupboard and grabbed a cup, pouring water into it and drinking it down quickly. You turned around, leaning back against the counter as you looked at him, he looked confused and anxious. The silence hung heavy, nearly ringing in your ears as you watched him open his mouth to say something but change his mind and close it quickly, he cast his eyes to the floor and scratched at the back of his neck.

“What if I’m not good?” His eyes immediately snapped to your figure, you looked small and shaken.

“Good at what?” He furrowed his brow when he spoke, stepping towards you, resting his hands on your hips

“Sex” you mumbled, burying your face in his chest. His chuckle vibrated through your cheek making you pull back and look at him again.

“You’re worried about having sex? I thought it was something a lot more serious!”

“Cal, this is serious” you made a move to walk away but he caught your wrist gently in his hand, spinning you back into his chest. He stared deep into your eyes, brushing some hair from out of your face.

“If it’s you, I don’t think the sex could be bad, I don’t care if you’ve never had sex before, it just means we will have to do a lot to get even better,” he smirked, leaning down and brushing his lips against yours. You reciprocated, pressing your lips against his to deepen the kiss, his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing to signal for you to jump so you did. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, he walk you to the counter, setting you down gently, never breaking the kiss.

You pulled back from the kiss, your chest heaving from the depth of the kiss. Your fingers traced over his shirt, catching on the buttons, slowly unbuttoning them until his shirt fell open, your bent down, kissing over his tattoos, running your tongue over his nipples and gently biting at them before leaning back. He grabbed your hand, pulling you off the counte and walking you to the bedroom. He stood you at the end of the bed, his lips returning to your neck as he stood behind you. Hands tracing your hips up the your shoulder, running gently over your shoulder until he found the zipper to your dress, dragging it down and fulling the dress from your shoulders.

You turned around in his arms, looking into his deep brown lust filled eyes, he but his lip as your boobs pressed against his rib cage, exentuating your cleavage. His hands yet again found their way around your back, unclipping your bra skillfully and letting your breasts free. He pushed you dow onto the bed, kissing you gently on the lips before working his way down your jaw, between your breast’s before stopping, his soft lips clamping around your nipple and sucking, playing with the other one between his fingers. Your breath caught, your head throwing back as you arched your back into his face, he switched nipples and your reaction was the same. He pulled back once he was done with the second one, moving down to between your legs and looking up at you from his place.

“I love you, Y/n, so much and I just want to worship you, is that okay?” He asked, his finger dragging its way through your clothed lips, a gasp caught in your throat.

“Yes, Cal, please” you cried as he pressed harder on your clit.

“Good” his response was quick but his actions were slow and adoring. He tugged down your panties, kissing his way back up your leg before reaching your dripping core. His fingers spread the lips slowly as he followed with his tongue, settling on your clit, tracing the bundle of nerves with skill. His actions sent a jolt through your body, his fingers played at your entrance, looking up at you without pulling away, his eyes asked from approval and all you could muster was a quick nod of the head. His fingers slid into you, curling up into the spot just behind your pubic bone, your hips bucked against his face but his tongue stayed with you, flicking the bundle before leaning in farther and starting to suck.

You felt yourself loosening and relaxing, a ball of fire growing rapidly in your lower abdomen and you knew it was only moments before it overflowed.

“Cal, I’m, im cumming,” you cried, hand reaching down and tugging on his hair as he worked you through the orgasm. When you finished he pulled away, you laid there with eyes closed as you heard rustling, opening them slightly to find a nude Cal before you, rolling a condom onto his painfully hard dick. He then positioned himself above you making you fully open your eyes, connecting your gaze with his.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, searching for any sense of hesitance.

“I’m sure, Cal” you affirmed p, reaching your had up and brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“Okay” with that, he slowly eased himself into you, stretching your walls and causing a tear to fall down your cheek, he paused when he saw this but the pain was already morphing to pleasure.

“No, don’t stop, feels good now” you were barely able to form words, the feeling of him inside making both of you feel closer the ever. He nodded, slowly starting to move his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a casual and careful pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling jhim in to you, jutting your heel into his ass to encourage him to go faster, and he complied.

You knew you resent going to orgasm, your body not quite used to the feeling, but god did it feel good. Your chest arched into his as he sped up yet again.

“God, Cal, you feel so good!” You cried

“Y/n!” Was all he could muster as his abs started to clench, knowing he was nearing his peak, “Y/n, I’m gonna cum!” He moaned into your neck as he reached his high, a string of expletives leaving his lips as he slowly came to a stop, pulling out of you and discarding the condom.

“That was amazing, Cal, best sex I’ve ever had,.

“It’s the in,y sex you’ve ever had, but I have to agree, it was amazing,”

“Yeah, best sex I’ve ever had because it’s the only sex I’ve ever had, but I guess by that logic it’s also the worst sex I’ve ever had,” his head snapped up, eyes shooting daggers playfully. “I’m kidding,” you giggled, leaning into kiss him as you lay in bed together.

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