The Picturesque Series- Callum Turner
subject: Callum Turner
genre: smut
word count: 600
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-Come sit your ass on my lap-
He can’t help himself when he sees you like this, getting ready for a date, standing on the tips of your toes leaning over the countertop so you can perfectly apply your lipstick. Your bare legs looking perfect, your dress just barely hiding your ass, the way your hair cascades down your bare back, perfection.
“Come sit you ass down, now.”
You do as you're told, lowering yourself onto his lap, feeling the way he grows beneath you. maddening. His hands slowly run up the length of your thighs, coming up under the protection of your skirt.
His fingers playing with you, mercilessly toying with your clit, all while he whispers god knows what in your ear.
He’d get you to stand up, pulling your panties off and discarding them to the side, all while he removes his own trousers. Having you sit back down on his lap, feeling the way he stretches your precious little cunt out.
Listening to all the sounds you make, as you feel him deep inside you, hitting every spot imaginable. A sweet pleasurable pain.
He wouldn’t thrust into you, you would merely be cockwarming him, his fingers lazily playing with your clit again, his breath fanning across the back of your neck.
“Give me your hand” he says.
you obey, letting him guide your own hand to your aching clit. He presses your fingers against your bud, aiding you as you begin to massage it, his hand guiding yours the entire time, perfectly on top of yours.
Feeling the way you tighten around his throbbing cock, knowing that you're getting closer and closer, only to force you to stop, listening to the way you whine and whimper.
You just shift your hips back and forth trying to get something, anything. He just grabs your hips, pulling you down harder on his cock. And you can’t help but squeal, gasping at the ache, the soreness from it all.
“This has to be torture” you’d say, drawing slow and measured breathes.
“How can it be torture when you’re enjoying it so much?” He whispers, his tone a mere taunt. “How do you know that I’m enjoying it, Callum?”
He leans in, closer to your ear, “Because I can feel every little spasm from your delicious little cunt...Every time your walls clench around my cock, I can feel it...so I know you are enjoying it.”
His fingers push yours harder against your clit, as he pushes himself impossibly deeper inside you. Chuckling to himself when you prove his point by letting your walls grip him tighter. “See”
Despite the burning sensation, you wanted to feel him deeper, shifting on his lap ever so slightly, exhaling a pleasurable sigh when you feel it.
His hand will urge yours to pick up your pace just barely, your fingers rubbing tighter circles into your little bud.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, your eyes fall closed. Nothing but burning pleasure sets your nerves ablaze. A deep pornographic moan falls from your mouth, as you grasp his hand, desperately prying it from your abused clit. Your walls flutter around him, wishing that you would feel him emptying himself into you, but he doesn’t.
He would let you rest a moment, a pure moment of peace, before his hands are on you again, sucking in a deep breath. “Callum, wait...wait..” unable to finish your thought, your sentence.
“You can give me another one, darling, surely? I haven’t even gotten to fuck you yet.”
A/N: Hey Lovelies, so I don’t know if you can really consider this a head canon, but here it is. I hope you guys like it, if not, that’s cool. If you did like it, let me know!! 💙
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Headcanon
The table Albus had reserved for himself and Gellert (he must have reserved it, I doubt one simply walks into Brasserie Zedel and asks for a seat) is numbered as fourteen.
What if their meeting happened a year prior to the events of TSOD? Because if they had their little rendezvous in 1931, the number on the table marks that fourteen years later, in 1945, they're fighting against each other in the Wizarding World's most famous duel, Albus doing what everyone expects him to do, and Gellert raising his wand against the only person he could never kill.
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