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heartbreakgrill · 6 months

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how you get the girl: calum hood.

1989 (Heartbreak Grill’s Version)

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

“there’s someone here for you!”

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

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

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

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

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

part of me worried it was someone worse.

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

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

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

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

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

“i had to see you,” he rushed out.

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

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

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

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

he chuckled shortly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i blinked.

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

“get out.”

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

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

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

i’d tell him that i love him too.

but i just couldn’t.

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

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

“leave me alone.”

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

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

the tears fell down my cheeks.

i had spent the last six months getting over him.

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

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

i was moving on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

because i loved him, too.

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

“thanks for meeting me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i know.”

a thick pass of silence sat stale in the air.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lil13 · 4 months

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pov: you and calum have been best friends for nearly 20 years, feelings for each other arrived about a year ago. so, after not seeing your best friends for over a year, you plan a visit to surprise them.

warnings: some language (that’s literally it, it is all fluff)

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“Are you sure it’s okay?” You spoke into your phone as you walked down the streets of Sydney.

It was late-afternoon and you’d finished a day of school a couple hours prior, you taught a music class for the older kids at the school you’d once attended. You’d just finished a term for school and about to have an over two week break.

“Of course it is!” Crystal’s perky voice flooded the speaker, “I wouldn’t have planned this with you for the past month or so if it wasn’t, Y/N.”

She was right, there’s no way the plan would’ve gotten this far if it wasn’t plausible for you to join the boys for the last couple stops of tour. You’d grown up with the boys of 5 seconds of summer, attending school with them when you all were young. While they’d gone off to become a world-famous band, you finished your schooling and then went off to America for university.

Luckily for you, you’d chosen a university in Los Angeles, keeping you around the boys when they lived in the city between tours and while they wrote albums. But then, after graduation, you returned to Sydney, knowing that being a music teacher at your school was what you’d always wanted to do. There was no amount of protests from the boys that would stop you, you’d made your mind up.

You were always very sure of every decision you made and once you’d made your mind up there was no changing it. And they knew that.

“The boys are coming off stage at any minute now so we need to make this quick, but when does your flight get in?” Crystal had successfully confused you, then it clicked, you’d forgotten about time zones. It was late-afternoon in Sydney, but nearly midnight the night before in Los Angeles.

You let out a breathy laugh, “11:00 on the 23rd.” Which was tomorrow for you, but two days from now for them.

“Perfect! Love you, thank you.”

And the call was over.

You couldn’t believe it, you were essentially only a plane ride away from seeing your boys.

•

“They’re going to lose their shit.” Crystal laughed as she drove down the interstate.

You were nearly at the venue where the boys were rehearsing for their show that night and couldn’t stop shaking. It had been well over a year since you’d seen any of them in person. Your communication had never lacked though, especially with Calum.

Calum Hood was your best friend in the entire world. It didn’t matter how close you got to any of your friends, Calum would always rank higher. The two of you would do anything for each other.

And maybe that’s why neither of you could keep relationships.

If you called Calum, he’d drop everything to answer? and vice versa.

The two of you had became friends the first day of year 1 when Calum asked for part of your snack and the rest was history. You two had been attached at the hip ever since.

Eventually, you arrived at the arena, Crystal urged you to keep your luggage in her vehicle and you’d think about it later. She was probably more excited about this surprise than anyone. She’d mentioned that Luke’s wife, Sierra, had wanted to come to the airport too, but the boys would’ve gotten too suspicious.

Crystal gripped your hand tightly, “Go wait in the green room and i’ll tell them I brought them a surprise.” She urged and shoved you toward the room.

The next 5 minutes were brutal, dragging on.

But then they entered the room and it was like everything was right in the world again.

“YOU’RE FUCKING KIDDING!” Michael exclaimed, being the first one in the room.

The other three were confused because Michael’s rather large frame had blocked you from their sights. He ran to you, enveloping you in the biggest hug possible.

A sigh of relief, you were so happy to be back in their presence.

“Holy shit, that’s Y/N!” Luke yelled, turning to look at Sierra and Crystal, “Were you two in on this?”

They both smiled and nodded.

Luke was the next to you, his hug lifted you off the ground. Aside from Calum, you were closest to Luke, knowing him longer than you did the other two.

Ashton gave you one of his famous hugs, kissing the top of your head, before moving out of the way. Everyone knew what for.

Calum stood dumbfounded in the doorway.

He was shocked. There was no part of him that could believe that Y/N Y/L/N was standing in front of him and wasn’t an ocean away. He’d clearly forgotten Australia’s school calendar because he forgot you were on break now. It didn’t matter that you had reminded him of your upcoming break on your weekly facetime with him the week before, he couldn’t really remember anything right now.

“Am I gonna get a Calum hug?” you teased, trying to mask how nervous you were to be in the same room as him.

You two were always close, but you hadn’t realized you developed feelings for him until the last time you’d seen him in person, realizing after he got in the uber to the airport that you wished you could’ve kissed him goodbye. And now, you’ve been harboring feelings for over a year.

Your eyes crinkled when you saw the tears welling in his. He finally moved, crossing the last few feet between you. Calum squatted down just barely, enough to wrap his arms around your waist so he could pick you up in your hug.

His presence was overwhelming.

Your arms hooked around his neck, one hand holding the back of his head to keep him near. You even tucked your head in close.

“Holy shit, Y/N/N, I needed this bad.” you wanted to cry at his whispered admission.

Because it was true, you needed this as much as he needed it.

Without you realizing at first, until the door clicked shut, Crystal and Sierra had ushered the other 3 boys out of the room. Everyone knew that this moment deserved to be private.

Everyone knew the feelings the two of you felt for each other, except for the two of you. Neither knew that their feelings were reciprocated.

Calum had come to terms with his feelings for you around the same time you had and he hated that he felt the need to hide this from you. You two never hid anything from each other.

His hands sliding from your waist to your thighs, urging you to wrap your legs around his torso, brought your attention back. You stayed tucked into him while he blindly walked over to where he knew a couch was, sitting down with you on his lap.

Your heartrate skyrocketed when you sat up, allowing yourself to look into his beautiful brown eyes.

“Hi.” you whispered, not trusting your voice to go any louder.

The cutest smile stretched across his face, one he only showed when he was genuinely happy. You knew the difference between all of his smiles.

His hands sat on your hips, thumbs caressing the bare skin of your torso that had only been exposed during your hug. “How long has this been a plan?”

“A couple weeks.” you responded, your normal voice holding strong.

Calum’s eyes never left yours. “Did you somehow telepathically figure out that I really needed my Best Girl here with me?” Your stomach always went wild when he called you that.

Best Girl.

“I’m just that good, Cal.” you faked your confidence because you truly felt like a little girl with the biggest crush on the inside.

He stared at you instead of continuing to speak. Your eyes, your clothes, your lips.

Your stomach continued to run wild.

When you noticed him starting to lean in, you panicked, quickly sliding your hands from around his neck to holding his shoulders tight. His gaze switched to the utmost concern, “What’s wrong, Y/N/N?”

The self-doubt was running wild in your head, feeding you such false information of Calum’s opinion of you. “If you’re not 100% sure of what your intention is in the follow up after what you’re thinking about doing, please… don’t do it.” You’re not sure why you were essentially telling him not to kiss you.

But it kind of made sense. You’d had intense feelings for him for over a year and you didn’t want one kiss to leave you pining for someone who will never give you what you want.

A slight chuckle fell from his lips, the boy smiling as he shook his head. It had just clicked for him that you felt the same.

“I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.”

And then he connected his lips with yours.

Fireworks exploded in your stomach as your eyes fluttered shut. Your hands now sliding back to their original position, pulling him as close to you as possible.

This was not only the best kiss of your life, but the happiest moment of your life thus far.

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absolutewhore101 · 8 months

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Runaway

A/N: wow it's been actually forever. finally decided to get back into writing, hope you enjoy this one! (p.s. i'm trying to get caught up on requests, so they are currently closed!)

Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader

Summary: a confession of love is ignored and revisited

Warnings: none, i believe

Word Count: 2.4K

Minors DNI

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You met Calum’s eye from across the small living room of Ashton’s house, giving him a weak smile. You weren’t sure how long he’d been watching you - you just knew that as soon as you looked up, his eyes were already on you.

It was weird. You’d never had that kind of interaction with any of the other boys before, or any boy before.

Do I have something on my face? Is my hair a mess? Maybe he thinks my outfit’s ugly.

You did a quick once over of yourself in the reflection of your glass, and eventually decided that you looked fine. So what was his deal?

Calum stood up, and your eyes met his eyes once again. You gave him a confused look and he just gave you a small smile before he walked out of the room.

The rest of the boys all shared a knowing look.

“What?” You asked them.

“Nothing.” Ashton said. “Nothing at all.”

The smirk on his face was enough to irk you, and you had to look away before you made a snide comment that you didn’t mean.

They all clearly knew something. Did they all think your outfit was ugly? It didn’t look that bad when you checked it over before you left.

Maybe I won’t wear this one again.

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“Hey!” Calum called into the phone.

“Hi!” You responded, just as enthusiastic.

“Whatcha up to today, sweets?” He asked. You tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach at his pet name.

“Um, not much. I’ve got to finish cleaning my kitchen but other than that, I don’t think there’s anything else. Why?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to see if you wanted to come over for a bit.” He said. There was something in his voice. Hope?

You thought about it. You loved hanging out with Calum, you really did. It was simply becoming increasingly hard to be in the same room as him.

“I… I’ll think about it, yeah?”

“Alright.” He said. Disappointment? “If you don’t want to drive I can pick you up, no biggie.”

You chuckled.

“I’ll let you know, Cal.” And with that, you hung up.

You placed your phone down on the counter, bringing a hand up to your forehead. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Calum to ask you to come over, but something about the way he said it this time was different.

Calum put his phone down, glancing up at Luke sitting across from him.

“Dude.” He said.

“I know.” Calum grumbled. “I don’t know what it is. Am I the problem? Is it something with me?”

Luke immediately shook his head. “No. I don’t know what it is either, but I don’t think it’s you.”

Calum nodded, defeated. He hated that he couldn’t just tell you how he felt, always using some other tactic.

Come hang out with me.

Want to get dinner, in a totally platonic way?

Hey, I saw this book at the store and knew you wanted it so I grabbed it for you.

Jesus.

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You eventually shot Calum a text, telling him to come pick you up so you could hang out with him. It hadn’t even been a minute when his reply came through.

I’m on my way!!!!!!

You smiled.

He pulled up, walking up the steps to your house and swiftly knocking on your door. You opened it, dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Calum’s t-shirts that he’d left at your house a few weeks ago.

His face began to heat up at the sight of it, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to hide it.

“Hi.” He said.

“Hi.” You answered, walking beside him out to his car.

He opened the door for you, gently placing his hand on your back as you got in.

Your chest constricted at the feeling of his hand on you - the heat of it seeping through the thin t-shirt. Calum walked around the car, getting in and quickly driving away.

When you finally made it back to his house, you were more than a little confused to see a group of cars parked on the street.

“You throwing a party or something?” You asked.

“Nah, just a few friends. Why, you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good, just… thought it was gonna be just us.” You shrugged, opening the door and stepping out of his car.

Calum sighed. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to invite people over, but Michael had all but begged him to have some kind of get together instead of moping around because he wasn’t hanging out with you.

Calum quickly caught up to you, reaching around you to open the door to his house for you, gently guiding you through the doorway.

You smiled and said your hello to the rest of the boys as you walked through the house, but soon realized you didn’t recognize anyone else.

“Cal, I don’t know any of these people.” You mentioned, shrinking into his side as the anxiety of being surrounded by strangers began to set in.

“I know, sweets.” He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I’ll introduce you to some of them, if you want.”

You were about to express how much you didn’t want that when a girl approached you. She was just a few inches taller than you, and she was gorgeous. And she clearly knew Calum.

“Cal Pal!” She called, gathering his attention.

“Cara! I didn’t even realize you were here!” He said, the smile on his face putting shame to the overhead lights.

“I know, I snuck in after you left. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you guys!”

“Oh! This is Y/N.” He said, gesturing to you.

“Hi!” She said excitedly. “I’m Cara, but I think you probably figured that out.” She giggled, glancing at Calum as he chuckled.

You nodded, returning her hello before Calum detached himself from your side, wrapping an arm around Cara’s shoulders as they walked away. You were left standing in the middle of the hallway, surrounded on all sides by people you’d never seen before, most of which were either high out of their minds or too drunk to stand.

Wow, you thought, he goes all the way out of his way to bring me here and then introduces me to… her. His girlfriend? No, he would tell you… right?

You were pulled out of your train of thought by Ashton’s voice, “You alright?”

You nodded, finally looking away from the direction Calum had walked in to meet Ashton’s eyes.

“Yeah I’m okay. Is Calum seeing that girl?” You asked, pointing at the two of them on the far side of the living room.

“Who, Cara? I… honestly can’t answer that. They just met a few weeks ago, but I doubt it.”

You nodded, not satisfied with his answer. Hanging out with Calum seemed like a good idea before you knew this was how the night would be spent.

You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before making your way into the backyard, dropping into one of the chairs away from the group surrounding the bonfire.

Watching everyone interact with each other, watching Calum interact with Cara, it was quickly worsening your mood. Now, you just wanted to go home.

“What’s going on?” Calum asked, walking up to you.

“Hm?”

“Come on, sweets, you look like someone kicked a puppy. What happened?”

You warmed once again at the use of his nickname for you, but quickly moved on as you were reminded of the events of the night.

“Nothing happened, Cal. Why don’t you go back over to Cara? I’m sure she misses you.” You knew it was low, and a little unnecessary, but you couldn’t help it. The man you’d been fawning over brought you to his house and abandoned you for a girl he met a few weeks ago.

“What? Why would Cara miss me? She’s got plenty of company over there.” He responded.

“Yeah, well, no girl wants to be away from her boyfriend for too long.”

Calum froze. Is that what this was? You thought he was dating her?

“You can’t be serious.” He said, watching as you slowly picked your head up to look at him. “After everything… all that I’ve done and said and… and you think I want someone else?” He asked incredulously.

“Cal, what are you…?”

“I love you. Not her, you. You’re the only person I want.”

No. No, no, no, this was not happening. You couldn’t be with him, you’d do nothing but bring him down. He deserved so much better than whatever you had to offer, he had to know that.

“No you don’t.”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t love me. You can’t. You deserve so much better, you are so much better off without me. I’m sorry, Cal, but it’s true. Whatever it is that you think I have to offer I promise is nothing compared to what someone like Cara could give you.”

“No. That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t want you because I think you have something to offer. I want you because you’re you. I want you because you cry over books, and make your tea with oat milk, and have to smell every candle before buying the same one you always get. I want you because you understand me like no one else ever has, and you know exactly what I need at any given moment.”

You couldn’t even think. Here Calum was, telling you exactly what you’d always wanted to hear, and you didn’t believe a single word. There was no way that Calum of all people could feel that way for you.

A tear slipped down your cheek, leaving a warm trail behind as it eventually dropped off your chin.

“No, sweets, why are you crying?” He asked, reaching a hand up to wipe your tears away. You dodged his hand before it could connect with your skin and quickly walked away, leaving Calum and his confession of love behind.

He was dumbfounded. Clearly it was something that he’d done, offended you in some way, to have you walk away from him like that. He stood outside for a few moments before he realized what had happened, and all but sprinted back inside the house.

“Where is she, where’d she go?” He asked no one in particular.

“Uh, I think Macie just took her home. Why what happened?” Luke said.

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It had been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since Calum poured his heart out to you and you walked away. He’d called and texted to no avail, and the boys tried, too. But it was clear that you didn’t plan on answering any of them.

It all caught up to Calum one day. And suddenly, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He was out his front door in a second, immediately heading for you. Sure, you lived 3 miles away, but he couldn’t be bothered to grab his car keys before leaving, and wholeheartedly decided to walk.

The first time thunder rumbled in the distance, Calum didn’t even realize it, too caught up in his own thoughts. It was only a few minutes later when he felt the first drops of rain that he realized what he was doing.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sight of a flower stand, an elderly woman placing out a fresh bouquet of roses.

“Hello, ma’am. How much for the roses?” He asked her.

She looked him up and down, clearly seeing something about him that he couldn’t.

“For you? Free. Have them.” She said, giving him a warm smile.

He returned it as he picked up the bouquet and began walking again. 2 minutes later, it was pouring down, and Calum picked up his pace to a run.

You were sitting on your couch, nursing a cup of tea as you read, listening to the rain bounce off the windows. You were startled out of your cozy atmosphere by frantic knocking on your door.

You quickly made your way over, confused as to who could be at your door at this hour, in this weather. And you opened it to find, “Calum?”

You looked him over. It had been almost 3 weeks since ‘the incident,’ as you had nicknamed it, and you hadn’t seen him since. His clothes were soaked through, and the look of desperation on his face almost distracted you from the beat up bouquet of roses he was holding.

“What are you doing?! It’s pouring!” You said.

“I don’t care. I had to see you. To tell you that I meant it, every single word. That you’re the only person who truly understands me, the only person I want to fall asleep next to and wake up with. The only person who can make me laugh until I can’t breathe and fills my heart with so much love and my life with so much happiness that I don’t have a single clue what I would do without you.” He finished.

Tears were streaming down both of your faces, and you didn’t think before throwing your arms around his neck.

You’re clothes were immediately soaked through as Calum wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, dropping the flowers onto your doorstep.

“God, Calum, I am so sorry. I don’t even know what I was thinking, I just… No one’s ever said anything like that to me before and meant it. I didn’t know what to do so I ran and I can’t even express to you how happy I am that you’re here. That you’re here and you said it again and you still mean it even after I ran away the first time.” You pulled back to look at his face, bringing one of your hands around to wipe a fresh tear off his cheek.

He smiled, pressing his lips to yours like he’d been waiting to do for so long.

“Trust me, sweets,” he mumbled against your lips, “that doesn’t change a single thing.”

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#have mercy #calum hood #calum #5sos #5 seconds of summer #the 5sos show buenos aires n2 #the 5sos show tour #20 july #2023 #star shirt #stage outfits #star print t shirt

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Chemistry - Calum Hood

Calum was always a straight A student, but when he failed a test, you came to his rescue

Word count: 1.4k

Contents: protected p in v, oral (f and m recieving) virginity, minimal cursing, overall just cute vanilla sex, calum is a sub if you squint hard enough.

nerd!calum x reader (fem)

this is set in high school (both characters are 18)

Calum had never gotten less than an A on his tests, since he was a child, he prided himself in always being the best, spending his weekends studying and reading, knowing that would guide him to excellence.

But now, his last year in high school, things had changed. The subjects were getting harder and harder, and he was struggling to keep up, especially in chemistry class.

He´s always loved chemistry, but now, it felt like a drag.

He studied like a madman for his recent chemistry test, but when he recieved it, it was like his mind went blank, he couldn´t answer any of the questions, even the easiest ones.

A week later, he got the test back. The result was an F. He had never felt more defeated in his life. He looked up at you, showing your test to your friend. You had gotten an A! You were squealing with happiness.

You were another student in his advanced placement class, you were the only one who could compare to him. You were popular, and everybody liked you, you seemed to have a perfect life, unlike Calum, who spent his weekends at home.

He was a very handsome guy, he was tall, had beautiful brown eyes and amazing hair. The only problem is that he was insecure, feeling like nobody liked him.

He had always had a crush on you, since he could remember. Your y/h/c hair flowed in the wind, you always looked effortlessly beautiful even with no makeup on, and you wouldn´t hurt a fly. He always caught himself staring at you in class, or in the hallways, his heart skipping a beat when you smiled at him.

He heard that you were offering tutoring as a part time job. This was his chance, he thought. It was innocent, just asking for a tutor. No harm in that, right?

The next day, he finally worked up the courage, walking up to you. "Hey y/n, um, I was wondering if you could tutor me? I did really badly on his chemistry class." He spoke softly.

You looked at him. You had never heard him speak, so you were suprised by his accent. "Yeah, of course, is today after class okay with you, Calum?"

He was shocked you remembered his name. "Um, yeah, yeah! Totally cool..." He rubbed his hand on his forehead. "I´ll give you my number for us to get in contact." You told him.

The school day went slowly, he was checking his watch every 10 minutes, waiting for the bell to ring.

He finally got a message from you.

y/n: Hey, do u wanna come to my house or I go to urs?

Calum: We can go to mine, i can take us.

y/n: cool 😎 see u in a bit, outside gate

Calum had the biggest grin on his face, he could not believe the cutest girl in his class was going to his house.

Calum waited outside the school, checking his watch. You finally appeared, with your backpack, holding some books. "Let´s go?" You asked, smiling at him. "Come on, let´s go." He laughed awkwardly.

You both got into his car, it was run down, but cozy. "Sorry, this car is a little old." He rubbed the back of his head with his hand. You smiled. "I think it´s vintage."

You got to the front door. "My parents are in the living room, I think we better go to my room." Calum said. "Yeah, it´s no problem."

You answered. You took his hand. "Take me?" You smiled. Calum winced at the touch, not because he didn´t like it, but because he liked it too much.

He took you upstairs to his room. It had dim lights, the wallpaper was dark blue, he had vynils hanging from his walls, and a guitar propped up on the wall. "This is a cool ass room Cal!" You said. He blushed at the nickname. "Thanks." He said in a soft voice.

You pointed to the bed. "Can I sit down?" You asked. "Yeah! Sure!" He coughed and asked himself if he sounded stupid.

You sat down and patted the bed next to you, signaling him to sit. He did so, but a little far away from you.

You laughed. "I don´t bite, come closer. How am I gonna help you if you´re all the way over there?" Calum smiled and scooted closer to you. The mere touch of your legs together was making him hard.

He looked into your eyes. You´ve never really realized how beautiful he was. His glasses framed his face perfectly, and his fluffy black hair sat just in the right way.

You both looked away quickly.

You coughed. "So, what can I help you with, Calum Hood?" You asked him. "Um, I was just having some trouble understanding this topic." He pointed to a word on the textbook.

As you started to explain it to him, your words started becoming muffled, he could not pay attention. The way your lips moved were making him go crazy, and that low cut top you were wearing just made it worse.

"So, you understand?" You said this, breaking Calum out of his trance. "Um, yeah, totally." He said, still looking a little dazed. You laughed, and teased him. "Oh yeah, so repeat what I said!" You said, touching his shoulder.

He grabbed your face with his two hands and gave you a kiss. You opened your eyes. "Fuck y/n. i´m so sorry, um, I shouldn´t have..." You smiled. "That was embarassing, i´m sorry." He continued.

You said nothing, but started straddling while he was sitting down, taking off his glasses you said "You´re cute, you know that?" His jaw dropped, and he started blushing, looking at you with those adorable brown eyes.

You grabbed his face with your hand and your tongues started intertwining. You laid him down on the bed, putting your book on the floor, going on top of him.

His heart was racing. "y/n, i´ve never done this before..." he cooed on your neck. "It´s okay Cal, let me make you feel good."

You took off your shirt and your bra. His jaw dropped, this was better than anything he could ever imagine. "You´re so beautiful..." He said.

You started to unzip his jeans, and pull them off, and traced your hands through his boxers, feeling his cock twitch in your hands. He adjusted his hips, whining.

He was already sweating. You took off his boxers and put your mouth on his tip. He tried to push himself into your mouth. "Easy there, we still have time." You told him. You started licking, and bobbing your head up and down.

He put his fingers through your hair, squirming, and throwing his head back. "Fuck, y/n." He breathed. You stopped, "Does that feel good Cal?" You continued. "So fucking good..." He said, while breathing hard.

You licked all the way up his torso. "Do you wanna fuck me Cal?" You asked. "Wanna eat you out first..." He said, breathing heavily. You smiled "Wow, didn´t expect that."

It was your turn to lay down. "You wanna make me feel good?" You asked and he nodded.

He unzipped your pants and quickly took off your underwear. His lips made contact with your wet cunt, he started licking and kissing, like he was starved. "Fuck..." You said while his toungue rubbed circles on your clit.

"I´m about to cum..." You said. He said nothing, but just kept on going. You finally released yourself on his toungue, your pussy throbbing.

He resurfaced and kissed you with your own fluids.

"You got a condom?" You asked. He said yes, and went to his nightstand and ripped one open. You smiled at him. "Well, it was bound to happen." He laughed.

You helped him put on the condom. He was still rock hard. He slid inside you, you both gasping at the sensation. He pumped in and out, and you were relaxing into his rythym.

You felt that familiar feeling inside you, and so did Calum. "y/n, I´m close.." He said, in deep breaths. "Cum for me Cal." You said, he finally realeased inside of you, and you cumming all over his dick.

Calum rested his head on your neck, you both panting. He kissed your forehead, looked at you and smiled.

He rolled over, took off the condom and discarded it in a little trashcan he kept next to his bed, he laid next to you.

"Damn, Cal, never knew you had it in you." You giggled.

"Yeah, to be honest, me neither!" He laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.

#5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #calum hood x reader #5sos smut #calum hood fic #5 seconds of summer smut

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

Calum hood x Singer! Reader

Summery: Valentine’s Day with Cal

Fc: Gracie Abrams

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Lukes.bad.omens: even Calum wants y/n to release in between

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Ikitwontwork96: I hope you can fight calum…

Calumhood: I’m ready 🤺💪

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

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter twenty

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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june 7, 2016 london, england orion

Somehow, my roommates chose not to join me in London to see 5SOS again. We’d had so much fun at the Madrid show, but after Calum extended the invite to visit the band again, they all declined the offer. I didn’t like the thought of not seeing Cal at least once or twice more, so I booked my flight as soon as I could, choosing the cheapest option possible. It meant spending the night on the floor at the airport so I could catch the earliest flight today and still take the metro before it shut down at 2, but that also meant I landed pretty early on in the day.

Calum and I will have the whole day together. Well, the whole day aside from their soundcheck and other band obligations. I’ll be here with them tomorrow, too, but Calum said they’d have press for most of the day, so I’ll get to explore alone, and then after tomorrow’s show I’m tagging along to Brighton before flying back to Spain.

He’d offered to send a car to pick me up at the airport, but I declined. He tried to fight back and insist, but I felt like it was incredibly unnecessary. I can handle myself. So, once I made my way through customs, I followed the signs to the underground station and hopped on the next train that goes toward the direction of the hotel Calum said they’re staying at.

While I ride the tube, I text him.

To: calum 5sos

hi! on my way to you now. probably like 20 min!

I told him that I would be here early, so I’m hoping he’s awake.

The train is packed with commuters, so I feel extra cautious of being pickpocketed. My valuables are in my crossbody that I have in front of me, but my backpack is stuffed with clothes and makeup. I grip my phone as tightly as I can.

Calum texts me back quickly.

From: calum 5sos

hi pretty! I’m ready to go whenever you get here. can’t wait to see ya!

Suddenly I feel nervous to see him. I did my makeup on the plane and used a ton of overpriced dry shampoo I’d bought at the airport, but now I’m wondering if I look pretty enough to be hanging out with an internationally famous musician.

It’s also funny because it’s only been a few days since I last saw him, and yet, here I am, excited to see him. I’m borderline missing him, which feels wild considering I’ve only known him for about a week. I do my best to push away those kinds of feelings — this is just fun. We’re just having fun together. I’ll probably see him this trip, maybe try to see him one other time, and that’ll probably be it. I’m sure he’s got other girls who’d like to see him, and they’re only in Europe for a month and a half or so.

The rest of the ride to my final station seems to creep by slowly, my nerves just building while I stand awkwardly on the train, clutching my phone and the metal pole that’s keeping me steady.

When we get to the station, I quickly exit the train with an onslaught of other passengers. Most of them are dressed in business clothes, on their way to work. I’m wearing jean shorts and a cropped t-shirt with a linen button down on top, making me feel like I stand out. I’m casual, and I feel quite American in my outfit. My San Diego Padres baseball hat really adds to my American-ness, and I suddenly feel like I should’ve possibly rethought my outfit choice.

My hands are sweaty as I ride the escalator up to the exit. I route my way to Calum’s hotel, trying to at least know which direction to start walking in when I get to the street. Those efforts prove to be unnecessary because when I get to the street, I see Calum waiting for me.

He’s wearing his standard black pants and a pair of black Vans with a black and white striped t-shirt. He’s somewhat disguised with a pair of Raybans covering his eyes, but his height makes the grinning boy stick out to me as soon as I step off the escalator. He raises his hand in a wave when he sees me, instantly starting to walk towards me.

“Orion!” He calls out. As soon as he’s a few steps from me, Calum opens his arms wide so he can wrap me into a tight hug.

I’m somewhat stunned, truthfully, but try to hide it. I hug him back instantly, feeling safer in his grasp. He doesn’t hold onto me for too long, but I’m not sure if it’s because I step back after a few seconds in his arms or if he lets me go.

“No security?” I ask when there’s a foot or so of space between us. I look around, trying to see if there’s a guard hiding a few people away or something, but still don’t see anyone.

Calum shakes his head and smiles. “Nah, convinced Matt to let us free roam today. A trial run.”

I nod. “Got it, I’m on my best behavior.”

He laughs, throwing an arm over my shoulders. “Let’s go drop off your bag at the hotel, and we can get breakfast?” He asks as if it’s a question, even though it’s technically a sentence. “If you’re hungry, I mean.”

“I’m hungry,” I tell him. I feel his shoulders relax. “And I love breakfast.”

“I know you do,” Calum says.

He knows I love breakfast? Had I told him that? Maybe when I was drunk I mentioned it. I do tend to rant about things when I’m drunk.

“Sorry, didn’t mean that to sound creepy,” he then blurts. “I looked at like… your entire Instagram account like a creep, so maybe it should’ve sounded creepy. Sorry, now I’m showing you all my cards, I just—”

I cut him off with laughter. I’m flattered that he had scrolled through my feed. I was shocked to get the follow request, but I accepted it, assuming he’d just follow me and not ever interact with me. I figured it was a nicety. He probably follows every girl he hooks up with as some weird way to document them.

“It’s fine, I looked through yours too.” I did. I saw mostly what I expected. A bunch of stage photos, pictures with his bandmates, a few pictures with his family mixed in. I felt like I got a glimspe into who he is, beyond what I’d learnt during our day and a half together in Madrid.

“I’m flattered,” he says, chuckling.

“I mean it’s not every day I meet someone who knows Harry Styles,” I tell him. “Naturally I needed to see how close of friends you guys are.”

Calum scoffs. He turns me suddenly, onto a new street. I don’t question it and just try to keep up with his long legged pace. “I thought you weren’t a 1D fan?”

I laugh, but it comes out more as a giggle, which for some reason feels embarrassing. “I’m not, but you can’t deny that the man is dreamy.”

Calum laughs, but I’m not sure if it’s at my comment or at my awkward giggle. “I get it, you’re just pretending to like me so you can meet him.”

I’m so wrapped up in my conversation with Calum that I don’t even realize that we’re walking into an alley behind a hotel now. The only reason I realize it is because I can hear the echoes of a crowd from the other side of the building, chanting “5SOS” — it’s 7 in the morning, which is far too early for that in my opinion.

The security guard, Gus is his name, is the same one who had been in Madrid. He smiles when he sees me, or maybe when he sees Calum, or maybe it’s the combination of us. Either way, he waves his hand hello.

“Hi, Gus!” I call, offering him a smile.

“Good morning, Orion.” He remembers my name?

I look at Calum with a surprised look and find him already smiling at me. God, I like him. I smile back and mumble a quiet thank you when he opens the door to the hotel for me. We walk to the service elevator, Cal leading the way, and he presses the button for the seventh floor.

“For the record, I don’t need to meet Harry Styles. I’ve already met the coolest bassist that’s come out of Australia this decade.”

Calum rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance. “Just this decade?”

I throw my head back with a laugh. “I don’t know enough about bassists, and especially not Australian ones, so I didn’t want to oversell you.”

His annoyance evaporates and then he’s giggling with me. The doors open to the floor, Cal holding his arm out so they don’t close on me, and then he grabs onto my hand to pull me to his room. Once the door is unlocked, he opens it for me and lets me walk in ahead of him.

“I’m probably the coolest bassist to come out of Aus in the past century,” he announces, flicking the lights on. “And the hottest.”

I purse my lips. I’d agree, but I can’t inflate his ego. He’s already here, claiming to be the hottest and coolest bassist of the century. “You can keep telling yourself that, bud.” I’m also trying to avoid appearing completely smitten with him, even though I am.

He laughs again. “See, I like how you knock me down.”

I drop my backpack onto the armchair in the corner of the room, next to his open suitcase, messily piled with clothes and a few packs of cigarettes and then I hold my hand out to him. “I’ll pull you back up, too.”

“My dream girl.”

I do my best to ignore the sudden flutter in my chest, settling on smiling cheesily at him.

It’s just a fling, I tell myself. I need to keep my expectations low.

“You said there’d be breakfast?” I ask.

Calum’s expression turns unreadable, but his eyes are still kind and sparkling, so I don’t worry about it. “With me, there will always be breakfast.”

My dream boy, I think.

–

After a few hours of roaming London with Calum, I’ve fallen in love with the city. Despite it being a massive city, something about it all feels quaint… in a dirty, gloomy, stinky kind of way. My only request is that we go on the Eye, which he manages to get us on for free by taking a selfie with the girl at the ticket counter.

He and I also take a selfie with the view at the top. It’s our first picture together, and it might end up being the only photo of us together. I decide it’s a sweet memento to hold onto of this brief study abroad adventure. I haven’t told my moms yet that I’ve decided to take a weekend trip to London to visit a boy, but maybe someday I’ll show them this photo and they can understand why I made the choice to get on a plane to see his show.

We’re making our way to the venue now, the O2. He’s trying to be chill about it, but I can tell Calum is both stoked and incredibly nervous. I think it’s their first time headlining, but I’m not completely sure, and Cal seems too out of it to answer if I did ask. We’re on a train — I have no idea how he managed to convince Matt that he can take a train to the venue without a security guard, but again, not going to ask. He’s drumming his hands on his thighs in a pattern nervously, looking straight ahead of him at the blurry view outside the window.

I grab his left hand in both of mine, steadying it. He stops his tapping and whispers a quiet ‘sorry’ to me. In response, I just squeeze his hand tightly.

When I look away from his face, I face forward at the blurry view too. The train stops at a station, and I look down at the people sitting in front of me, which I quickly regret. A girl is sitting directly across from us wearing a 5 Seconds of Summer t-shirt and wide, shocked eyes while she stares at us.

My eyes mirror hers then, wide and nervous. I let go of Calum’s hand quickly and stand up, moving to his other side and holding onto a metal pole instead of holding his hand. Calum looks startled when he stares up at me.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his forehead wrinkling with concern.

I nod, clearing my throat. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Just…” I sigh, trailing off. “There’s a fan, across from you,” I whisper to him as quietly as I can. I feel incredibly self-conscious now, and I don’t want Calum to be so clearly seen with me. I know he’s said — a few times now — that he doesn’t mind being seen with me, but I don’t know how true that can really be. Female fan bases are incredibly powerful and a wonderful thing, but they’re not exactly known for being welcoming or kind to the women seen with their favorite men.

His eyes flit to behind me, up to me, and back behind me. He looks back up at me again. “Just a sec.”

Calum then stands up, walking the handful of steps over to the fan. I don’t watch, but I’m sure she’s peeing her pants. “Hi, I’m Calum,” I hear him say.

I think he sits down next to her, but I’m too scared to look.

“I know,” she squeaks out.

“Do you want to take a picture?”

“If you don’t mind, I don’t want to bother you.”

“Nah, of course you’re not bothering me,” he says in his normal kind voice. “Here, want me to take it?”

They’re quiet for a moment, taking their pictures, I’m guessing.

The intercom then announces that we’ve gotten to our destination. I turn around then, both Calum and his fan standing up as well. Calum grins at me and holds out his hand for me to take. Instead of taking it, I clasp mine together and just start walking off the train. I just try to avoid the gaze of the fan and walk quickly, following the signs for the exit.

When I make it to the street, I turn around, finding Calum struggling to catch up to me. He looks confused.

“What was that?” He asks. He’s laughing slightly, but his eyebrow is still quirked.

“Sorry, I just…” I don’t know how to finish my sentence. I feel my forehead wrinkle with anxiety. I don’t know how to explain it to him.

His eyes soften and his expression returns to a slightly more neutral one. I think he’s willing to drop it, so I take my chance and run with it.

“Which way are we going? I don’t want you to be late.”

Calum nods, pulling his phone out to check the directions. “This way,” he says, and we start walking.

As we walk, I look around at the crowd around us. There is a sea of people wearing flannels, black clothes, and 5 Seconds of Summer merch. They all seem too busy with whatever they’re doing, and I don’t see any eyes on Calum, so I take advantage of our chance to camouflage him. I take my hat off and stop, stand in front of him, and put my hat on his head. I grab his sunglasses from where he has them hanging on his shirt and hold them in front of his face.

He chuckles, putting on the glasses.

“No one will ever know it’s you. You’re unrecognizable.”

“Am I allowed to hold your hand in incognito mode?”

I’ve let him hold my hand all day, and he’s kissed me in public, so I don’t know that I should really be so weird about it now. It’s just the eyes boring into me at such a close proximity. I feel watched and judged, and I haven’t even done anything wrong.

“Maybe another time,” I say quietly. I feel guilty. I want him to hold my hand, but I don’t want an army of haters to follow me around for holding a guy’s hand for a few minutes.

We walk in silence, and I’m acutely aware to the presence of Calum’s hand on the small of my back while he guides me to the unmarked side of the building where I assume Matt said to meet him. We pass a handful of security guards, which Calum takes off his sunglasses for so they can see his face. They all just nod as we walk by.

As soon as we’re out of the view of the crowds of fans, I grab Calum’s hand again.

“It just feels very… smothering,” I say while we walk. “To have all of those eyes on me for just existing in your presence.”

“I’m sorry,” Calum says. “You don’t have to do anything you want to do, and that applies to far more than just holding hands.”

I squeeze his hand gently. “I know. I just don’t want you to get any negative backlash for holding some random girl’s hand.”

Calum squeezes my hand back. “I think I can handle it.” He gives me a jokingly cocky smile.

We walk into the back door of the arena, which, as we walked around it, is absolutely massive. So many people will be here tonight, and I get to be backstage? It’s somewhat unbelievable.

As soon as we’re inside, I can hear the hoots and hollers of the rest of Calum’s band. I got to meet them for a bit back in Madrid. They’re all very nice, but very loud and rowdy. Which, to be fair, makes sense considering they’re all roughly 20 years old and famous and somewhat rich. They can kind of do whatever they want.

“Has anyone seen Calum?” I hear one of them ask from some distance away. I don’t know their voices well enough to know which one it was and I don’t know exactly where they are. I’m just following Calum’s lead.

“He’s with that girl, Orion, today, remember?” Another one says.

“Oh! Right,” the first one replies. “She’s—“

They stop talking as Calum and I enter the room, and I am glad I don’t get to know how that sentence is going to end. I don’t think I want to know.

“Orion!” The blonde one, Luke, calls out when he sees us. “You made it!”

I smile at him and he’s running over to me, wrapping me into a tight hug. “Hi, nice to see you again.” I’m still tethered to Calum with my hand in his. I’d let his hand go but he’s got a tight grip on mine.

“Pssh, no need to sound so formal,” Luke says, letting me go.

“It is nice to see you again!” I argue.

Michael and Ashton also come over to give me hugs.

“Did you guys have fun today? Cal told us all about his plans,” Ashton says, looking back and forth between Calum and me.

I nod, smiling up at Cal. “Yeah, it was great.”

“It’s a miracle you guys are back on time. Calum is known for getting lost,” Michael tells me and laughs while Calum turns slightly pink.

Luke throws an arm around Calum’s neck, yanking him towards him. “Y’know how people have ‘Find My iPhone’? We need ‘Find My Calum.’”

“Well, if he’s with me I promise to get him where he needs to be on time.”

“I knew I liked you,” Matt dryly says from across the room. It’s probably the nicest thing the man has ever said because all of the guys look awestruck from the comment.

“C’mon, let’s sit down. We’ve got some time before soundcheck.” Calum pulls me toward the black sectional in the corner of the room. He flops onto it, kicking his feet up on the coffee table littered with empty beer bottles, Red Bull cans, solo cups, and a half empty bottle of vodka.

I don’t flop onto the couch, but I do sit next to him, letting him wrap an arm around me so I’m pressed into his side. It’s nice to be this close to him.

“Do you guys want a drink? We’ve got beer here but there’s other stuff they can grab for us if you want it.” Ashton calls out to us while bending over a cooler.

“I’ll do a beer!” I yell over to him and he nods, reaching into the cooler.

“Same, thanks, Ash!”

Luke jumps over the back of the couch to join us, but he’s so lanky that he ends up knocking over some of the bottles and cups on the table with the flailing of his limbs flying through the area. What looks like mystery liquid pools on the floor, some combination of beer, vodka, Red Bull, and some mysterious blue liquid.

“Seriously, Luke?!” Ashton yells. He’s laughing, holding three bottles of Stella Artois in his hands. He gives two to Calum, who hands one to me.

“This is what happens when you let me take four shots of vodka and shotgun a Red Bull at 2 in the afternoon!”

Jesus, I think. I know they’re used to partying and Luke isn’t exactly a small person, but still. Luke is off the couch again, walking around the room. He returns with a large handful of paper towels to clean up his mess. While Luke mops up the traces of beer and Red Bull from the table and the floor, Michael and Ashton join us on the couch, still snickering about Luke’s clumsiness.

I set my beer on the table and decide to help prevent anything else of the sort from happening again, so I start stacking up the solo cups and grab as many cans and bottles as I can hold. I meet Luke at the trash can to drop them in after his soaked paper towels, and he gives me a puzzled look.

“What are you doing?” Luke asks with a chuckle.

“I just thought it would prevent future spills,” I defend myself, going back to the couch to collect the rest, but Calum followed my lead and grabbed what was left.

“It wasn’t your mess to clean, but thank you,” Luke says and he gives me a bright, genuine smile.

When we sit back on the couch, Luke manages to put his feet up on the coffee table without spilling things, and we can all relax for a minute. Calum’s arm is back around me, and I take a few sips from my beer. All of the boys, aside from Cal, are tapping around on their phones. I try to decide if I want to talk to them or just whisper to Calum, which sounds kind of awkward, so I clear my throat.

“What did you guys do today?” I ask.

They all look up at their phones and at each other, surprise written on their faces.

“Not much, really,” Ash says, shrugging. “Got lunch at a place near where we used to live, reliving the glory days.”

“You guys used to live here?” They’re from Australia and they’ve toured a lot in the last few years. When did they live in London? Calum hadn’t mentioned it at all.

“Yeah, not for too long. Before the One Direction era.” Ashton smiles, amused by my surprised expression.

They had to have been babies then but still moved all the way to London for their careers. I can’t imagine my family being OK with shipping me across the world at that age, but I guess it must just be a testament to just how special and talented the four of them are. They were born for this life. Their parents must have known it.

“Anywhere else you’ve lived besides Australia, London, and LA?” I ask. I direct the question at Calum, even though he’s not the one saying anything.

“Cal almost moved to Brazil,” Ashton answers, making Calum shoot him a glare.

I raise my eyebrows. “Brazil?”

Calum flushes pink and avoids my gaze. “Yeah, but it didn’t happen.”

“Well, we moved to London because he didn’t move to Brazil, basically,” Ashton clarifies.

“What the hell was in Brazil?” I ask through slight laughter.

“Football,” Calum replies, the moniker supposedly enough information to explain the whole thing.

“Man, you really don’t know anything about us, do you?” Michael asks. He looks incredibly amused and he’s giggling after his question.

“Oi, Mike, be nice,” Ashton scolds while whacking Michael’s head softly.

“Soccer was in Brazil?” I ask Calum, trying to understand the bigger picture.

“Yeah, I went for some training,” he says. “Was supposed to go back, but decided I’d rather be in a band with these losers instead of playing footy.”

I look around the room at the rest of them, trying to see if any of them care to clarify. He was going to move to Brazil for soccer… like, to play professionally? I go to ask another question, but then a loud group of people walk in, demanding all of our attention.

They all look vaguely familiar, probably because I’ve seen pictures of at least a few of them on Calum’s Instagram. Cal’s bandmates all stand up and greet the crowd, embracing them, making a lot of noise, but Calum stays seated right next to me.

“Do you need to go say hi to them?” I ask. When I look at him, I find he’s staring at me.

“No, I was with most of them last night,” he shrugs.

I nod, glancing quickly back over at the people. The other three boys are totally swallowed by the mass of their friends. I look back to Cal and he’s inched his face closer to mine.

“I was supposed to go pro,” he says quietly. “With soccer, I mean. My parents were pissed when I told them I wanted to do this instead.”

“I’m sure they’re happy with the decision now.”

He grins, leaning a few inches forward so he can kiss me. It’s swift and short, but it’s still as sweet as can be. “Are you always like this?”

I furrow my brow. “Like what?”

“Always making the person you’re talking to feel like the most important person in the room.”

Then it’s my turn to blush. My cheeks get hot and I look away from Calum nervously. I try to always include people and ask questions, but I know sometimes it doesn’t come off well and it seems like I’m being annoying. It’s a relief that Calum thinks positively of my conversational habits.

“I like learning about you,” I confess. “And the rest of them. You’re all fun.”

Calum nods and then kisses me again. “Learning about you might just be my new favorite thing.”

My heart soars and I have to look away. If I look into his eyes, I’ll be a goner. I’ll be totally obsessed with this guy. He’s saying and doing all of the right things to get me to like him, and I have to protect myself. This is just temporary, while they’re touring Europe.

“Who are all those people?” I ask him, looking down at my lap.

He sighs. “It’s a mix of some of our music friends from LA, a few people we knew when we lived here, uh… oh, Mike’s girlfriend, Crystal. She’s the one with purple hair. There’s a girl Luke’s dating here, too.” Calum leans closer, so his mouth is by my ear. “But none of us like her,” he whispers.

I laugh slightly, but since I don’t know the girl I don’t want to base my opinions on just what Calum has said. “Which one is she?”

Cal laughs somewhat bitterly. “Don’t worry, you’ll know.”

I look over at the group of people and try to find Crystal and this other girl. Crystal I spot easily since, like Calum had mentioned, she has purple hair. She’s tall and pretty, with a sweet smile and light eyes, talking to Michael and another couple of guys. One I recognize as one of the members of the opening act. Then I look to Luke and find a tall girl with dark hair draped over him while he talks to a few of the other people. Got it. That’s the one that’s dating him. She’s not looking at any of the people huddled with, just clinging to Luke and standing there.

When I look back to Crystal to try to get a better look at her, she’s looking at me. Michael is saying something to her, and when she notices me looking her way, she smiles and waves. I smile and wave back awkwardly. Crystal then turns to Michael, puts a hand on his arm, and says something to him quickly before she walks over to the couch, sitting a few feet away from Cal and me and still smiling.

“Hi! I’m Crystal,” she says.

“Oh, hi! I’m Orion.”

Crystal smiles. “Oh, I know. This one won’t stop blabbing on about you and that club. What was it called again?” She directs the question to Calum, who looks embarrassed by her comment.

“Space Monkey,” I say for him. “My roommate’s girlfriend is a bartender there.”

She nods. “Such a weird name. Sorry, I would’ve said hi at the Madrid show, but wasn’t sure if it would have been overwhelming.”

I look to Calum, who hadn’t mentioned that there were other guests at the Madrid show. We only hung out with the band itself and my roommates. After the show, Calum and I went back to his hotel and my roommates went out with the band. None of them really remembered much the next morning, but they did say they had a fun time.

Crystal seems to know what I’m thinking and explains everything for Calum. “We hung out in the VIP viewing area that night, and when we went out after, I did get to meet your roommates. They were all so sweet, but we were all pretty wasted, so not sure if they remember it.”

“Sorry, I should’ve mentioned you could hang in the VIP section,” Calum apologizes. “I figured you’d prefer the pit.”

I laugh nervously. “Yeah, I do prefer the pit, but just feel bad if we kept you guys out of the backstage area that evening.”

Crystal shakes her head. “No, you were totally fine! We just went out for dinner before the show.”

I just nod. I didn’t realize they all had such a large entourage.

“I’m glad we get to meet you this time,” Crystal adds, still smiling very kindly at me. “Is this your first time to London?”

Calum has his arm around me and is lightly tracing shapes into my side and I’m at ease with his presence. Crystal isn’t scary or anything, but she seems eons cooler than I’ll ever be and she’s far prettier than I am. She also just seems to have it all together. I’m trying to make a good first impression.

“It is,” I answer. “I love it. Yours?”

She shakes her head. “No, I’ve been a few times, but I love it too. Anyway, I didn’t mean to interrupt you guys, just wanted to pop over and say hi. Come find me during soundcheck if you want someone to hang out with.”

I smile at her graciously. “Thank you, I probably will.”

Crystal gets up then and walks back over to Michael, who greets her by wrapping an arm around her waist while they pick up their conversation with their friends. The whole lot of them seem to mesh together like they’ve spent a lot of time with each other. It’s just crazy because there are so many of them.

“Wait, doesn’t your sister live in London?” I ask suddenly, realizing Calum’s sister doesn’t seem to be in the crowd. I look back at him and he giggles.

“She does, but she’s in LA right now.”

I sigh with relief. Meeting all these random people is a lot, but meeting Calum’s sister would be even more intense. She’s family. She’s not someone you introduce to a girl you met at a nightclub a few days prior that you hooked up with and invited to another show.

“What’s she like?” I ask. Calum smiles at the question, a light appearing in his brown eyes.

“She’s amazing. An incredible songwriter and singer. She’s kind, and she’s like a big sister to all of us, really. She’s my best friend. I’d do anything for her.”

“What’s her name?”

“Mali-Koa, but we just call her Mali.”

I look down at his arm, the name familiar because of the tattoo there. I trace the outline of the bird. “Like your tattoo.”

He nods. “Yes, like my tattoo,” he says. “Do you have siblings?”

I grin, instantly seizing my chance to show him pictures of my brother and getting my phone out. “I have a little brother. He’s four. His name is Eridanus, but we just call him Eri. He’s the sweetest boy ever.”

I pass Calum my phone with the album of photos with Eri and me lighting up the screen. He scrolls through, stopping at the one where Eri smeared brownie batter on my face and we both were laughing uncontrollably.

“You guys are cute,” Cal comments, handing my phone back.

“Boys, stage in 5!” Matt appears out of nowhere and disrupts the entire room’s conversations.

There’s a collective groan and Calum downs most of his beer quickly before he kisses my cheek, saying he’s gotta use the bathroom and will see me after soundcheck.

“You’ll be okay back here, right? You can also come watch, but it’s usually pretty boring. Or I can give you some cash if you want to go grab a coffee nearby or something?”

“I’ll be fine,” I tell him. He gives me a grin before he runs off.

I decide to take Crystal up on her offer and make my way over to her. She lights up as I approach her, her smile widening.

“Can I hang out with you for a bit?” I ask.

“Of course,” she says. “Here, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Crystal guides me through the group like I’m a show pony. I try to remember everyone’s names but it’s a total lost cause. Everyone is pretty nice, but some are more interested in meeting me than others. I don’t blame them — I’m sure there’s a fairly consistent rotation of people coming through this group in my shoes. It might not be worth trying to really connect with girls like me.

After I’ve met everyone, she shows me where the bathroom is and where I can get food if I’m hungry. Then, we head to the side of the stage so we can watch soundcheck. She takes me to Calum’s side of the stage instead of Michael’s, saying she sees it almost every night, so missing it this once isn’t that big of a deal. He looks surprised, but pleasantly, when he notices us, waving at me. I give him a thumbs up.

The soundcheck lasts for about an hour, and they play a few songs that they didn’t play at the Madrid show. I’ve tried to study their discography over the past few days, but I haven’t been able to learn everything yet, so I don’t know which songs are which. When I get a glimpse of Crystal’s face while we watch, she looks so proud.

“How long have you guys been together?” I ask her as we walk back to the dressing room.

Crystal laughs. “We’ve been friends for a while, but officially together for about 6 months.”

“So you’re used to… all this? By now?”

She laughs again and shakes her head. “I don’t think it’s something you ever get used to.”

I’m opening my second bottle of beer when the boys come backstage again, Calum coming straight to me. Crystal winks at me when he approaches and ducks away to catch up with Michael. I spin around to face Calum.

“You don’t have to come straight to me, you know,” I tell him. He’s taking a few gulps of his own fresh beer.

“You’re my guest,” he defends. “I’m not just gonna leave you hanging.”

I roll my eyes. “I can fend for myself.”

Calum laughs quietly. “Trust me, I know you can.”

I raise an eyebrow at him and take a swig of my beer. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe that you moved to a country you’ve never been to alone? You navigated two international airports alone and the transit systems? Hell, Matt likes you. That’s something.”

“It’s not that hard. You just follow signs.”

Now Calum rolls his eyes. “Let me talk you up, please.”

I bite my tongue, holding back on making a snarky comment. Instead, I do my best to smile at him somewhat sweetly. “Fine.”

He kisses me again then and when he pulls back he grabs my hand in his, pulling me away from the mass of people and out the door. Once outside, he turns us around a corner so we’re away from the bodyguards and crew. As soon as we’re out of everyone’s sight, he grabs my hips and gently pushes me against the cinder block wall with his beer bottle pressed against my side.

Calum grazes his lips against mine, hovering without making full contact. I take matters into my own hands and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him down and kiss him, but my beer bottle, slick with condensation, slips out of my hand and crashes onto the pavement, shattering.

“Shit!”

Calum falls into a fit of laughter, stepping back to assess the mess I’ve just made. “What is it with you and spilling drinks?!”

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a/n: not that i need to justify it but flashback chapters serve as some relief for all the weight of everything going on and also i want people to LOVE orion and cal together. that's the bigger goal ofc.

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it's emma's ( @crossedwiress ) birthday <3

Summary: Luke’s throat goes a bit dry, cheeks warming instantly. Okay, fuck, this guy’s, like, really fucking hot.

They very very rarely have super hot guys come to the writing center. Frankly, Ashton is probably the hottest guy Luke knows that’s ever come in but Michael is way too infatuated with him for Luke to even consider catching a crush.

But that means this guy is fair game.

or the one where Luke is a writing center consultant at his college and Calum needs help with a paper

Word Count: 12,341

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood

Rating: T

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Unbearable

A Calum Hood one shot.

18+, Smut, NSFW

Word Count: 7660

The two of you were caught in the rain on the way back from the woods, just around the back of the trailer park you’d been staying in the past week. You weren’t even mad about it; it was actually refreshing after two straight weeks of weather hotter than hell. You’d been waiting on it, a downpour nothing less than gorgeous. You just hadn’t expected it right then, right now. One minute you were making your way to a stream to dip your feet and mess around, cooling yourself down, the next a hand was wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away. “You afraid of a little rain?” You couldn’t help but laugh through violent puffs of air, admittedly not being the fittest. Despite the struggle it was romantic running with him as the rain fell. Till he spoke again, that is. “I’ve got an ounce of marijuana in my back pocket sweetheart; I’m not taking any chances.” You’d have rolled your eyes if it weren’t so terribly predictable of him.

“You didn’t think to bag it?” He loosened his grip on your arm as if he could better defend himself if he did. “I thought we were gonna smoke out here, you bring me to the woods in the late afternoon, all kinds of things floating around in this tiny brain.” He gestures with his pointer finger to his own temple. You start to pout, your pace slowing as the rain does. “You’re too cute when you pout.” You knew that. “It was very refreshing.” He admitted, to make you feel better. “You looked real pretty splashing around.” You tried to hide a smile as he described you. “But then you bent over, and you can’t blame a guy for thinking.” He threw his head back dramatically taking a deep breath as he relived the memory. “Nice panties by the way.” Your hand swatted him. “You told me you couldn’t see them through these shorts!” You went to get him again, but he ducked out of the way just in time, you were shocked he hadn’t tripped on the tree trunk beside him. “I lied.” A half grin half smirk sat upon his face.

“You’re a nuisance, you know that?” He smiled down at you triumphantly. His hair damp, curls sticking to his face, it hadn’t bothered him in the slightest, he just let it frame him. His t-shirt was wet against his skin, the only remotely white shirt he’d owned. You could see his tattoos just poking through the thin and nearly translucent material. Your top must have been just as bad, if not worse, a thin, green tank top to accompany your white shorts. Just a subtle glance down and you already spotted your nipples poking through, you bit your lip as if you could control them, or even his gaze which now fell towards them just as your own had. Two minutes in the cool air and your body was giving you away. “You love that about me.” He stepped in close, arms slipping around your waist. Eyes focusing in on your chest. “For me?” He teased.

Your skin was prickled with goosebumps, whether from the air or his fingers, you weren’t entirely sure. You laced your own fingers together, around his neck as you stood on your tip toes to reach him. “Gonna kiss me?” You breathe, tilting your head back to capture his eyes as he too, tilted his face. “I was thinking about it.” His hands stroke over your hips. His eyes, so big, so round, just taking you in, you no doubt looked a state, knotty hair thrown over your shoulder, skin being kissed by rain drops falling from branches of the canopy up above. He thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen; your smile could make flowers bloom. He leaned down to capture your lips sweetly, perfectly.

It always felt like time had stood still when he kissed you like that. It was the smile he gave you beforehand, letting you know he couldn’t have been happier if he’d tried. It made your knees weak, made your heart throb. Something about his fingers delicately tracing the skin of your lower back also made your legs squeeze together, that was nothing new, no matter how sweet a moment between you could be, there was always the simple fact that your body would need him in every way and in every place that it could think of. You would always need him.

While he kissed you, the rain picked up again, cascading faster than it had the first time. Your head was buzzing, lips on fire, wanting nothing more than to sink further into his arms. Calum groaned into your lips as you tried to pull yourself away from him. “No, no, no, come back.” His lips chased after yours, his body too, hands slipping from around your waist with a struggle. “Need to keep dry remember?” You nod to his pocket, it was as if he’d forgotten, though he probably had, too drunk on your kiss. Sometimes it was like he was on another planet after you’d touched him.

“Shit.” A flash of lightning sent you surging forward into his chest. He was quick enough to catch sight of you falling, bringing you close, coating the tops of your arms with his hands, rubbing over them as reassuringly as he could manage. “Hey, you’re okay.” Even if he weren’t completely aware of why you were struck with the fear, his only instincts were that he needed to protect you in any way that he could. He placed a kiss to your temple to bring to you back to him, while your eyes still aimlessly looked around for the next flash. You had to count between each one to gather the distance, see how much time you had.

The floor felt as if it was vibrating beneath you. Your chest had started heaving more than it had when you were running even. “Let’s get you home.” He took your hand instead of your wrist this time and he walked with you instead of ran. Even though there was more urgency now that he’d spotted the storm, he didn’t want to push you. He knew to be tender, kind and patient with you.

You were scared, always had been, never liked storms, probably hated them more now than when you were a kid in fact. It was just one of those things you guessed. You knew it couldn’t hurt you, knew it wasn’t likely, but the sound, the overstimulation, the deafening roar, the feeling of the ground rumbling about to swallow you whole, you hated that. Sure, your other friends could listen to music, could focus on a book or film, you couldn’t do that, couldn’t fixate on anything but the thunder until it died down and it was a damn shame, Calum loved storms.

He made fun of you at first. Thought you were joking when you told him you still hid under the covers sometimes. Then he witnessed you through a storm, a short one, merely a few minutes. It was enough to make his heart swell and have him swear to protect you from the next one and anything else in this world that could make you tremble as easily as that. He never wanted to see you scared, not if he could do something to calm you.

You were about 5 minutes out, the rain coming down heavy, almost pelting you like thousands of tiny bullets. The ground beneath your feet, once dry dirt, now pools of sludge. Your white trainers could never be considered white again. Your legs were also filthy, half the forest floor sticking to your calves. At the rate you’d been running, you weren’t even cool anymore, you felt like the heatwave was back in action, cooking you alive.

You were half relieved, half agitated when you spotted the trailer. The thought of being cooped up in a tiny space when you felt so unbearably warm, you wished you could last out here. There was also the fact that the thunder would be just as loud in there as it would be stood out here, the thinnest walls. You were apprehensive to say the least. “Shit, left all the windows open.” He let you go, dropping your hand softly before running ahead so fast you thought he might leave track marks in his wake. He ran straight into the bedroom to close the window.

You followed in after, far more calmy, depositing your shoes, admiring the damage before following suit. You go to close the windows at the other end of the trailer, noticing just how dark it had become in there. The lights were on, the curtains were open, but the sky was so grey, so gloomy, it engulfed the sun. Even with the concern, you shut each window you saw, pulling them tight and locking them, all except for the bathroom window, which was broken, had always been broken and probably would remain broken till the end of time since his stubbornness had say in the matter. Just because he bought the trailer for a vacation, didn’t mean he took care of it.

When you headed back into the kitchen the lights started flickering, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach again. You latched the windows closed, jumping when the lights went out entirely and bolt of lightning hit the forest you’d just been in. You were so startled you crashed your hip into the counter. A thundering of footsteps came for your direction, arms wrapping around you, he’d been listening out for you just in case, so worried about you he didn’t think he’d take a breath until he was back by your side. “Hey, power’s out, I saw the lightning, you okay?” He tried to hide his panic. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the trees, you even thought that you saw smoke. A few rapid blinks and you knew you were seeing things, but it had been close, far too close.

He played with your hair, pulling you closer into his chest. “I’ll close the rest of the windows, you wanna stay here?” His tone with you with was so quiet and precious, for a man so full of life it’s hard to believe he had a side like this, maybe before you came along he didn’t even realise himself that he had one. You shook your head silently, the thought of being away from him, not happening. “Wanna come with me?” You nodded, eyes still floating back towards the wood. He kissed your temple, breaking you away before heading back to the spare room with you closely behind him, closing the window with one hand, stroking his thumb over your own with his other. You found it hard to be scared when he tread so carefully, doing everything in his power to soothe you, even if it was hard for him.

When you’d first gotten together he didn’t really know how to be there for you, he’d never had a good example himself, no one looked out for him that way, he had to learn from you, for you even. He picked it up quite quickly, he'd liked the challenge, maybe even knew he’d never get another chance like this, with someone like you, someone so good, so pure, he’ll never know what you saw in him back then, could only be grateful that it lead him to who he was now, new, and improved, better for you and for himself. He loved you, he hoped you knew it too, hadn’t actually told you yet, was thinking about it, not quite found the moment yet but he would, he’d get there, especially when you looked at him all doe eyed and in awe of him. He fell to pieces when you did that.

Once the windows were all settled, you could hear the rain again. The thunder thankfully seemed like it was a couple of miles out now, less to worry about. It was just the power cutting out to keep you busy. “Maybe I should check the fuse, or the generator or something.” He offered as if you had anything to say on the matter, no expertise in the area at all and you highly suspected he was the same. “Go for it big boy.” You pat his cheek smiling. “Light some candles while I go?” You stroke your chin with you finger as if to ponder the idea. “Might do.” He pecked a kiss to your forehead before heading over to the door, slipping his boots back on. The rain was thrashing it down outside. “Here we fucking go.” He groaned before heading out.

You closed the door swiftly behind him to prevent the water flooding inside, leaving it on the latch for him. Luckily some candles were already dotted around the place, bought with the idea of freshening up the place, despite the wicks never having been lit. The thought had counted at least. You couldn’t help but think of him rushing to the store to figure out a way of making the trailer more accommodating for you, a bachelor pad no more. He’d look at every option, every candle, every spray, even considered using the air fresheners you hang in your car since it was the cheapest option available, but he decided on candles, on making an effort just for you and you smiled at the thought.

Once finding more of the candles, all notably vanilla scented (your favourite) you set them up around the living room, lighting a couple while you listened to your boyfriend yelling outside about something or other. You didn’t need to see him to imagine his tantrum, arms flailing, hair thrashing around. He probably kicked the generator 5 times before he even yelled about it. To your surprise, the lights did flicker back on momentarily before dampening out, unable to make their minds up. By the time you’d lit the last candle the lights remained on, lovely.

When he came back he was soaked to the bone, dripping like he’d stepped right out of the shower in his clothes. You ran to grab a towel from the bathroom while he stripped his shirt and tossed his boots again. You walked over, dabbing the droplets of water from his cheeks, smirking up at him. “Damn baby, who got you so wet?” He rolled his eyes, pulling you into him, dropping the towel to the floor. “You, all you.” He rubbed his soaking hair all over you, shaking it out like a dog, making you squeal in response to his attack. “Stop, Cal, stop it.” You try to push him away but despite his slim build he was far stronger than he looked.

“You feeling okay?” He checked in, eyes finding yours. You brushed some of his curls back out of his face. “You’re the one soaked through.” He leaned his face into your palm as you stroked his cheeks gently, he was such a lap dog, his eyes often reminded you of one, just a puppy not a boy. “Yeah but the storm and all.” You leant in, pressing your lips onto his softly, him instantly sinking into your touch, you got him every time. “Never better.” You kiss him again, pulling him in even closer, your body starting to heat up, like the candles lit around you.

Your hands traced over his happy trail, up his stomach, resting on his pecks. His muscles twitched under your gentle touches. His skin was cold, soaking wet but needy for you still. You decided you needed him too, needed to thank him for protecting you the way he did. He deserved a treat. Your hands sank down, now fidgeting with his belt buckle. He smiled into your lips, not even trying to hide his excitement, knowing exactly where it was going, or where it would have gone, if the thunder hadn’t returned with a vengeance. You nearly bit his lip when the flash and the instant crashing sound shook the trailer underneath you.

“Fuck sake.” You groaned. “Worst timing ever.” He found himself cursing the universe. “A few more minutes would have been nice.” He continued yelling, even holding out his arms as he spoke, attempting to make you laugh. “Come and sit down.” He nudged you forward, towards the sofa. He quickly grabbed a dry pair of clothes from his room before returning with a blanket in hand. He lay himself down on the sofa with you slotting just beside him, back pressed to his chest as held you close, humming in your ear to distract you the best he could.

You found yourself shaking, partially from the dampness of your clothing, but more from the freight. You had a feeling you wouldn’t be settling down for a while, not without help at least. “Can we smoke?” You sit yourself up, back facing him, he continued to rub soothing circles into your bare skin. “You sure? Do you think it will help?” He knew you could handle it, you smoked often enough but he didn’t want you feeling worse, more panicked even. He wouldn’t forgive himself if you had a bad trip. “I need it.” You sigh. “Okay, I’ll roll for us.” He sits himself up without much more convincing, placing a kiss to your shoulder before pulling himself off the sofa, back down the hall to his room where his stash was hidden.

He called from the bedroom. “Want a shirt to wear?” You didn’t need to respond before he continued. “Yeah I know, stupid question.” He just wanted to keep talking to you, wanted you to know he was there, that there wasn’t a second of the day where he didn’t think about you or need to hear your voice. He also wanted you to know that he loved spending time with you, especially when you were sober, he didn’t need weed to enjoy your company. He never thought he could find so much comfort in another person without additional help.

He came back into the room, nearly having to brace the kitchen island when he saw you’d stripped your vest off right there in his living room. He threw down whatever he’d been carrying, not giving a damn about his weed now that his two favourite things were out in the open. He cupped your breasts from behind, you barely even flinched at his embrace. “Right here where anyone could see you.” He huffed in your ear. “Is nothing sacred?” He hums softly beside your ear, hands squeezing your breasts, fingers rolling over your nipples that he’d been dying to pinch since they poked out in the woods.

“You wanted to fuck me in the woods a minute ago, open didn’t bother you then.” You retort. He gasps dramatically, letting a breath fall over your bare shoulder. “Would have kept your shirt on.” You roll your eyes, “just not a lot else.” He tugs on your earlobe softly, a heat flooding down from his teeth, over your body, his touches starting little fires, you were unsure you’d want to extinguish.

“Gonna give me that shirt?” You try to turn in his arms, it takes every ounce of energy he has not to strip you bare. “No, I quite like what you’re wearing, no need to hide from me.” He hooks his fingers into the belt loops of your shorts, tugging you into him. You found yourself gulping as he kept the contact, kept holding you. Your chest was just seconds away from brushing against his. “Think I’ve been a bad influence on you.” He rests his forehead on yours briefly before ducking down and kissing you like he’d wanted to do every second of every day since he met you and it never got any less exhilarating.

You just fit him, you matched his energy, or you tamed it when he couldn’t quite manage on his own. In your own way he’d say you’d saved him, saved him from himself mostly, from shutting people out, believing they couldn’t possibly care about him, that wouldn’t wanna stick around. You couldn’t do anything but stick around, you were like glue, glued to him no matter what. You would stay. That’s what you did, what you always did, you stuck it out and you stayed around. He had never known someone so fiercely loyal in all of his life until you stepped in out of nowhere turning his whole world upside down.

Something in him, something about this kiss, this moment, getting you through another storm, like getting your whole relationship through one, he had to tell you. It was now or never; this was the moment. He drew his lips from yours, he felt evil for watching your pouting lips chase his, your eyes still closed. “Come back.” Even with your chest as bare as anything, you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen in his life. “Promise me something.” He says. “What?” Your eyes open slightly amused but nothing else to tell. “Promise me something.” You poke him. “Heard you the first time dummy.” He was bottling it. You were even cuter with your eyes open, ogling him like he was something so magnificent, which you’d argue he was. “Fuck.” He was chickening out.

He stepped away for a minute, turning his back to you before facing you again just as swiftly. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest. “Can’t get your words out, chest too distracting for you?” You coo, enjoying how flustered he was, you had absolutely no idea at all what he was going through. “I’m being punished, I just know it.” He mutters, making you arch your brows with curiosity. God you were cute when you were confused.

He threw you his shirt, finally being able to take a steady breath once you were covered. But then he saw how it fit you, tight over the chest, over your hips, loose everywhere else, barely reaching your midthigh. How was that thought somehow more distracting than you being half naked? The thought of your curves being squeezed by his shirt, your breasts pushing against the material of his shirt, you wearing his shirt, his shirt touching you. “I think I love you.” He blurted out as inelegantly as possible.

His hand smacked over his eyes as if he couldn’t bear to see your reaction, always expecting the worst. He felt so undeserving. He could have planned this, made it special, made it something. You sat yourself down on the couch tucking your legs beneath you as if you were processing the new information. As you toyed with the bottom of his shirt, fingers tugging at the frayed edges, you speak in a steady tone. “Well, I know I love you.” You expect to feel the hot flush of embarrassment bracing your cheeks but to your surprise you don’t find it. You’re as calm as you’ve ever been. If only his heart could stop pounding enough for him hear that in your voice.

“Shit, you love me?” He’s at your side again, his favourite place on this earth. “You really love me?” He eyes are so uncertain, so desperate to find the answer in your own eyes. His hands cover yours, pulling them into his lap. Now your heart was rocketing, his damn eyes, they sucked you in like a chocolate whirlpool and you were ready to drown. “I really, fucking love you.” You spot the smirk, the dimples sinking in his cheeks. You squeeze his hands to push your words in deeper, as if you’d even needed to, he’d been replaying it in his head ever since it left your mouth. “Well, I fucking love you more.” He cringed, scrunching his face up when he said it. “Steady on.” You tease.

A couple of hours later, you’re spooning again, tangling limbs on the couch. “You good?” He fights the urge to laugh as you shuffle around beside him. You were the biggest fidget when you were stoned, so many thoughts and so much to do with such little time to do it. “Sleepy but I can’t get to sleep.” Even through his high he can’t avoid melting when you whined like that, like a little kid, kicking your feet together like some kind of cricket. The sweetest cricket he’d ever met might he add. He’d keep you safe in his pocket if he had to. “You can’t sleep, you’ve gotta stay up with me.” He wraps his arms tight round your hips the best he could in your position. “I’m not good enough for you baby.” You roll over to face him, noses pushing together, completely sharing each other’s space, interconnected, tethered, everything he could want and more.

“More than good enough.” You mumble, pupils dilated as you gawp at him. “Just tired.” He says, watching you carefully. “Just tired.” You repeat quietly. “My girl just had a busy day?” His voice is just as soft as yours had been, barely above a whisper. “Your girl?” You shift your arm, bringing it up between you, your palm reaching to press against his face, holding it lightly. Your heart still pitter pattered when he referred to you like that, his girl. The words whirled around in your head like a siren.

His smile was wide, eyelashes fluttering, eyesight flicking from your own eyes then down to your lips and back. Words could never describe just how beautiful you looked to him right now. He could see your every freckle, every line, dimple and even pore and yet he loved you more for it. “My pretty girl.” You smile at his words triumphantly, stroking your thumb over his cheek. “You’re pretty too.” He smiles again. “Yeah?” He runs his hand affectionately over your hip, not inherently sexual, just a comforting stroke.

The storm had felt so far away now that you faced him. “The prettiest.” You lean in to kiss him and he nearly squealed with excitement. He had always loved that you would kiss him first. He’d never have believed you if a year ago you told him he’d be here with you, he had felt so truly blessed to be in your orbit, even just in the same town as you but basking in your glow was heaven to him, this was far greater than anything else life could offer.

“Love you so much.” He muffles between kisses. Your heart feels ready to burst, you’d nearly died the first time he told you, then again the second, you’d have to get used to this for the sake of your health. You couldn’t wait to embrace it though. “Wanna get to bed?” He pulls his lips away just long enough to ask before returning to you. You sigh into his lips, hand moving from his face to his hair, tugging on it lightly, stirring him even though it wasn’t intentional. His hand slid from your hip to your thigh. He tugged it, moving it to rest across his waist while you lay side by side. Your pelvis strategically pressing into his.

You hum into his lips, struggling on what to focus on, his hand tracing your thigh, moving beneath his shirt you wore or maybe his lips tenderly colliding with yours, his stubble coming through starting to scratch at your chin. Maybe even his heart thumping against his chest that you could feel from the closeness. If he just rut his hips the tiniest amount you’d be gagging for it. He got you so worked up and for what?

“Never wanna be away from you.” You sigh, almost giving into your urges, pulling your head back, tilting to the side to watch his face as he tried to find the words to respond. “Just wanna be in your arms.” You continue. He just smiles, a lopsided, happy smile as he watched you, fascinated by the way your mind works. “All the time.” You push on. “It’s actually ridiculous Calum, I just want to be glued to you.” He snorts a laugh. He knew you probably meant it too. You weren’t clingy as such just affectionate. He was your person, your best friend, your everything. You lingered on his every word and bated breath. You just adored him, you always had and suspected that maybe you always will. You just wanted him to know, anywhere in the world was an awful place if he wasn’t there with you. He’d felt the same. He wanted you glued to his side for eternity, and he’d bargain with anyone to make it so.

“You’re my whole world.” He says, giving into your string of sappy comments. You let a satisfied and dopey smile find your lips. “You’re my universe.” He gasps. “You outdo me.” You peck his lips. “Carry me to bed.” You give him the best pleading eyes you can manage. He crumbled instantly but not before rolling his eyes at your childishness. He found it too adorable and endearing, so much so that he could not decline your request even if he’d tried, which he wouldn’t ever dream of doing. He carried you into his room bridle style. Your feet bumping into a couple walls as he manoeuvred through the trailer. He lay you on the bed carefully before standing and stretching. He’d wondered the time, you’d been so spaced out, so lost in each other, it was hard to register what hour it was, what day, week or even month it was if he was being completely honest.

While he checked his watch you shuffle onto the left side of his bed, your side, he’d never sleep on it even when you weren’t there, it was all yours, for you alone. You pout when he takes his time to join you. “Is it just me or is it getting warm again?” He glances down at you, about ready to fan yourself with your hand. “Want me to bring the fan in sweet?” You nod happily, sinking into his bed or at least feeling as if you were. Your body felt like it was floating and falling simultaneously. Your perceptions muffled by the drugs. You were getting so warm too. Now that the storm had passed, the humidity and heaviness in the air had returned, creeping in to suffocate you all over again. The fan had tried its hardest to cool the room but as your boyfriend shuffled into bed to lay beside you, it was dreadfully apparent just how sweaty the evening would be.

He slid his arm around your waist, pulling your back right up against his chest. He had the audacity to moan when you accidently pushed your backside against his now apparent hard on. Usually when you said it was an accident you never meant it, it was a little lie, but this time you seriously hadn’t meant it. His moan had struck a chord within you though, letting your mind wander into the gutter. Just cuddle. You’re sleepy. Just cuddle. It’s too fucking hot to fucking fuck.

“No, no baby, I’m all hot and sticky.” He buries his head in your neck, his hair sticking to you just as much as your own was, sweat wrecking you both, it was unbearable. “You promise?” He playfully nipped at your neck, a little harder than intended he’ll admit. “Babeeee” You dragged name out, whining. You’d wanted him, he’d gotten to you but the heat, you were doomed. He continued kissing over your skin, tightening his grip around your waist. “You don’t like storms.” He kissed again. “Just tryna distract you baby.” You laugh but you lean into his touch, unable to deny how nice his lips had felt dragging over your skin, how the tickle of his stubble was slowly destroying you. “But it’s so warm and the storm ended hours ago.” You try and fight him. He chuckles, “yeah, cause you’re so damn hot and hmm might come back, you never know.”

You allow yourself to roll your eyes. You want him, hell you always want him, there isn’t a minute of the day where you don’t think about him but the heat, the sweltering heat, he was lucky he’d gotten a cuddle from you, if you weren’t so needy while baked you’d be on the opposite side of the trailer right now. “You’re a menace.” He pinched your ass as the words leave your lips. “A minute ago, I was your universe.” You scoffed before retaliating. “My universe and my menace.” He wasn’t fazed at all. “You’re damn right I am, now you gonna turn over for me or am I gonna take you from behind?” You sigh, already riled up by his words, finding yourself turning over in his arms without any more convincing, meeting his cheeky grin, and dishevelled mane of curls. You loved it when he took you from the back, he gripped your ass, pounded into you till you cried, he loved it when you cried. Such a pretty crier when he had his nails so deep into your flesh you’d felt the sting in the shower for weeks.

“Was kind of hoping you’d stay the other way.” He half winked at you. “Take it or leave it.” Take you or leave you more like. Your hands were already threading through his hair, some fight you put up there. “Fuck, when you say it like that, how can I refuse?” His lips were already finding yours, his nose pressed right up against your own. You were ready now, you’d come around, you’d wanted him. All the teasing throughout the day, finally becoming worth it. It had been such a long day.

The temperature was unbelievable, the humidity even more so, you’d never been so damp in your life and unfortunately it wasn’t all down to him. “You already hard?” You ask, not needing a verbal response, just grazing your hands over the bulge in his underwear, struggling to fight a smirk. He hums into your lips, you feel his eyes flicker closed, his lashes somewhat beating against your face. “You’re not the only one hot and bothered.” He wanted to joke but you knew he was fragile.

He slipped his hand between your legs without much warning, payback for how’d you’d touched him yourself. He tried his best to remain in charge. You gasp and he captures your lips in his. “Hmm need you.” He hums. “Let me fuck you, please baby.” You’d say you were surprised at his neediness but sometimes he was so weak for you, he’d even get down and beg on his knees and he loved to do it too. “You that wound up?” You tease. “Thought you wanted to soothe me?” You reach for his cock, tugging it from his boxers, he whimpers as you grip his length. “Just an excuse then, you just wanted me?” You rub his length over your clothed cunt, pushing your underwear to the side. “You coulda just asked angel.” You rub him over your entrance, tying to prevent a moan escaping from your own lips, to avoid supplying him with the satisfaction.

The weed had hit you hard, always did when the temperature was so high. Just him pressed against you when you were clothed was killing you but this, this was so much more. Not the first time you’d fucked high, definitely wouldn’t be the last but it felt good it felt different, you just felt more. “Fuck baby.” He forces his forehead against yours. “Can’t you wait?” You know you’re pushing it; he was needy but not enough to forget his place with you, he owned you after all. He grit his teeth. “You’re getting real confident baby.” He bites down hard on his own bottom lip. “Learnt from the best.” You sink him into your slick folds, lips parting fast, as you tighten involuntarily around him. This was it, his second favourite place in the entire world, inside you.

“Shit, do you have to clamp so hard?” You shudder as he takes over, pushing himself all the way in, manoeuvring himself to lay on top of you. “Can’t help it, so fucking big, gets me every time.” You’d thought you’d relax yourself more with the drugs, but no your senses were heightened, you felt it all, he felt so big. “Been hard all afternoon thanks to your antics.” You gasp. “I’ve been a good girl.” You smile as angelically as you can without your face contorting with pleasure. “You’re a fucking liar.”

He hovers his face over yours, his hair falling down into it, they looked good grown out, but it was so inconvenient right now. You reach up pushing it back for him, brushing it behind his ears. He could do with a hair tie; you swore you’d give him one every time, but you never did. You notice his lips following yours, he’d mistaken your leaning for something else and it made your heart leap. “Damn, thought you were gonna kiss me.” You pout sympathetically. “You know I want to, just had to tame your hair first.” His turn to pout. You latch your lips onto his, he immediately pours his tongue into your mouth, coating your own. You lean up from your pillow, pushing your face further into his, him tilting his head back. He pulls his hips away before throwing them into you again. He wasted no time quickening the pace. “Fuck, baby.” You cry, snapping back from his lips. “Thought you were gonna go easy on me.” He laughed, “where’s the fun in that, fuck you like you deserve hmm, make the most of you.”

He grabs at your hips, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, “oh, so deep, fuck.” You throw your head back, fighting every impulse in your body not to cum right there. He licks a stripe over your neck, leaving you stickier than before. “Like that.” He hits your ass sharply, jolting your hips upwards into him and you swear you feel him right in your stomach. “God, baby.” He fucks into you at a new pace, your moans for him driving him into you faster. He felt it too, he felt how far he was, how much of him you’d taken, and he’d be lying if the drugs hadn’t forced him to the edge himself.

He had no idea how long he’d last, no idea if he even wanted to last, he wanted you dripping with his cum, wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen, knocking you up, keeping you for him and him alone, untouchable, God you’d look so hot too. Maybe a conversation for the future, he didn’t wanna scare you away so soon. He only just confessed his love for you if he came clean about how he’d planned his life with you long ago, you might run for the hills. It was more along the lines of him scrawling down his hopes for you in the future on a scrap piece of paper anyway. He had time to perfect it before actually sharing it with you. He would share it though, in time.

You were sweating hard, sticking to the sheets, you’d need one hell of a cold shower after this, maybe multiple if you wanted to feel anything other than sticky ever again. “God baby, so fucking good.” He snaps his hips at a faster pace, you almost feel pain, you almost want to feel pain, be unable to walk for a couple days, have to tell your friends you have cramps or something. “Fuck you so good hmm.” He pecks your lip, bringing you back round to him. “Got you drunk on my dick.” You can’t even respond. “Shit your squeezing so hard on me.” You can’t even breathe, can’t say a thing in response. “Cat got you tongue?” he smirked down at you, you yank his hair back in response, causing a screech to roll from his tongue.

“Gonna play dirty?” He bites down on your neck hard; you wince under his teeth. He licks over the wound he’d just created, trying his best to soothe your burning flesh. “Gonna fuckin cum.” You gasp. You feel him smiling into your neck. “Bite me again.” You sigh. “Hmm?” You roll your eyes impatiently, not that he can see. “What did you say baby?“ He lifts his face from your neck, smirking at you, mischief in his eyes. He runs his index finger over your neck, you don’t even flinch when it hurts. “Bite me again and I’ll cum.” He pretended to think about it, flicking his tongue around his mouth.

You decided to up your dirty tactics, clenching down, squeezing him hard. His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. “You’re such a slut for me.” You nod, not afraid of the title in the slightest. “You love it.” He locks eyes with you, his lips twitching up into a smile. “Love that you corrupted me, love that you have me cock drunk and begging for it every fucking time, even today, I chose to be little spoon I didn’t have to.” Even if the last part wasn’t intentional on this occasion, it certainly had been previously, so it wasn’t much of a stretch. He was almost surprised, but he knew you, he knew your game. He bit down on your throat again, you focused on his cock, how it stilled inside of you, how his teeth were drawing blood from your neck.

Him slowing all movement, somehow it stirred you more so. His throbbing deep inside of you. You just warming him, encasing him. “Can you hold it?” He slowly grinds his hips into you. Focusing so hard that he didn’t respond. “Baby can you hold it?” You ask again, hands cupping his face. Sweat was beading across his forehead and upper lip. You were certain you looked the same, glistening, and exhausted. “Why baby? So, fucking close.” He was so strained, body shaking with his orgasm denial. “Just wanna feel you.” You close your eyes, leaning back. “Like me this deep in you?” You nod, teeth biting into your bottom lip.

“Take me so well princess.” He was shocked he wasn’t stuttering. “So deep you’re gonna struggle walking.” The more he could speak, the more he could control his urges to move against your wishes. “Gonna have to tell your friends, tell them you can’t walk anywhere.” He sealed his eyes shut as you involuntarily squeezed him, just imagining the conversation in your head. You nodded at his words. “I’ll tell them.” He nods back. “Fuck, I don’t think I can hold off baby.” You understood, you were done waiting too. You kissed him in a hurry, lifting your head to meet his before he moved his hips, picking up a rhythm that would finish you both.

You groaned into each other’s lips, tongues swallowing the sounds. You felt your orgasm hit you like a train. The whole day had been one big teasing adventure and you’d not known how badly you’d needed it to end. You were surely going to collapse from the temperature and the inability to catch your breath, but it had been so worth it to come down like this, legs tangled together, him laying his head on your chest while you stroked his hair, both of you feeling the intensity, the aftershocks. You don’t think you’d ever fucked like this. You don’t even know if you could consider it fucking at this point. Not when you had loved each other.

“If another storm comes, you know, I’m just a phone call away.” He muffles out into your chest. “My big, brave hero. Gonna save me from them all?” You poke his nose with your pointer finger, him pretending to bite you as you pull away. “Every single one.” You feel him smile proudly against your skin. “We gonna sex every time too?” He lifts his head, grinning at you hopefully. “If you insist.” He moves himself, leaning up on his left arm, right at your side. He brings his spare hand to stroke your face, kissing you and then retreating just to watch your face, not for a reaction or anything, simply because he loved watching you. There wasn’t a single angle of you he hadn’t enjoyed. “Love you.” He lets out, holding his breath immediately after, the words still seeming so foreign in his mouth. He almost worried you’d never say it back, forgetting you’d already been through this just hours ago. “Love you too.” He smiles, flopping onto his back beside you, sighing with relief, he could get used to this.

“But the heat is unbearable babe we need to move.” He ran his fingers over your bare thigh, always touching you, had to be touching you. You were right there but never close enough to him. “Where we moving to? I vote antarctica.” You nod in agreement. “How about Alaska?” You chime in. “A little bit closer to the family.” You add. “And there’s bears.” You add again. “You’re really selling this, family and bears babe, damn.” You grin at him. “Thought bout it all by myself.” He beams at you. Would you ever stop being cute? Even when you’re fucked out and wrecked, he just wanted to cuddle you and kiss you till you slept, it really wasn’t fair. He thought it rather annoying actually, you being so damn perfect and him never being prepared for it. “We can move to Alaska for the bears.” He’d move anywhere for you. “Will a cold shower do for now though because I really don’t want to drive at this time.” He lifts his wrist towards his face, frowning as if he’d been glancing at his watch that he’d already taken off. “I guess it will have to.”

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