I neeeeed a Maluke fic so baaaad
i can do that!! any specific details or anything?
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I neeeeed a Maluke fic so baaaad
i can do that!! any specific details or anything?

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Content Warning
This story is explicit adult fiction (18+ only) and contains:
• Graphic sexual content / detailed smut
• Consensual rough sex
• Choking / breath play
• Strong language and dirty talk
• Multiple sex scenes
• Light marking / biting
• Mild possessiveness
Reader discretion is advised. All sexual acts depicted are fully consensual.
I want a calum hood choking me while fucking me fanfic
oooooo i can do that working on it now!!
idrk how this works (im new to it) but i need everyone and their mother to know that Calum Thomas Hood is absolutely delicious and needs to wear skirts 24/7 #needthat
hii welcome to this and i 100% agree he looks so good in skirts and could just gobble him up.

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Content Warning
This story contains explicit sexual content.
Warnings:
• Detailed smut (multiple rounds)
• Rough sex & dirty talk
• Creampie & overstimulation
• Risky/semi-public sex on a tour bus
• Strong language
Secret relationship. Calum Hood x Reader.
Proceed at your own discretion.
The tour bus sat dark and quiet in the back lot, engine off for the night. The band and crew had finally crashed. No one knew you were here. You weren’t crew. You weren’t a friend of the band. You were Calum’s secret kept completely hidden for months.
Your phone buzzed.
Calum: Back lounge. Now, baby.
You slipped onto the bus, heart racing, and moved silently past the bunks where the guys were sleeping. The back lounge door clicked shut and locked behind you.
Calum was on you instantly. He shoved you against the door, mouth crashing into yours, hands already pushing your hoodie and shirt up. “Two fucking months,” he growled against your lips. “Need you.”
Clothes came off fast. Your shirt hit the floor. His hoodie followed. He yanked your leggings and panties down in one rough motion, dropping to his knees and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. No teasing he buried his face between your thighs, tongue licking broad stripes through your soaked folds before sucking hard on your clit.
“Fuck…Calum,” you gasped, gripping his hair.
He groaned against you, the vibration making your thighs shake. Two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling instantly against that spot while his tongue worked your clit relentlessly. You came hard within minutes, biting your arm to stay quiet as your pussy clenched around his fingers.
Calum stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark. His cock was already out, hard and leaking. He spun you around, bending you over the couch. “Gonna fuck you now, baby. Been dying to fill this pussy again.”
He thrust in deep in one stroke, bottoming out with a groan. The stretch burned so good after two months. He didn’t give you time to adjust just started pounding into you, hips slapping against your ass, one hand fisted in your hair.
“So fucking tight,” he grunted. “Missed this wet little pussy. You been touching yourself thinking about me?”
“Yes…fuck, harder—”
He obliged, slamming into you faster. The couch creaked loudly under the force. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge again. His free hand reached around to rub your clit in tight circles.
“Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”
You came again, harder this time, muffling your cry into the couch cushion. Calum fucked you through it, then pulled out and flipped you onto your back on the couch. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and slid back inside, fucking you even deeper.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he demanded. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he drove into you, sweat starting to drip down his chest. The angle had him hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. You came a third time, walls fluttering around him.
“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he groaned. He buried himself deep and came hard, pulsing inside you as he spilled.
He stayed inside for a moment, breathing heavy, then pulled out. But he wasn’t finished.
“On your knees.”
You dropped to the floor between his legs. His cock was still half-hard, slick with your combined release. You took him into your mouth, tasting both of you, sucking him eagerly while he guided your head with a hand in your hair.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock like you missed it.” He hardened fully again in your mouth. “Good girl… fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
He fucked your throat gently at first, then deeper, groaning low. When he couldn’t take it anymore he pulled you up, sat on the couch, and dragged you into his lap. You sank down onto him again, riding him hard. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you open as you bounced on his cock.
“Ride me just like that, baby. Use my cock.”
The bus suddenly rumbled as the drivers started the engine for the overnight drive. The motion added to the rhythm, making everything feel more intense. You rode him faster, grinding your clit against him with every downstroke. Calum’s mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard while his fingers dug into your hips.
You came again, clenching around him. He flipped you onto your back once more, throwing your legs wide and pounding into you mercilessly.
“Again,” he growled. “Come on my cock one more time.”
You did shaking, almost sobbing with pleasure as another orgasm ripped through you. Calum followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and filling you with a second load, groaning your nickname against your neck.
He gave you barely a minute before he was hard again, cock still buried inside your dripping pussy. He started thrusting slowly, pushing his cum deeper.
“Too much?” he asked, voice rough.
“No…please don’t stop.”
He fucked you through the mess slow and deep at first, then building back to a punishing pace. The obscene wet sounds of his cock sliding through your cum-filled pussy filled the lounge. He pulled your legs up higher, nearly folding you in half as he railed you.
“Such a good fucking slut for me, baby. Taking everything I give you.”
You came again smaller this time, but still intense your body oversensitive and trembling. Calum chased his own release, fucking you hard until he spilled inside you a third time.
By the end you were both exhausted, covered in sweat, the couch ruined beneath you. Calum stayed buried inside you as the bus rolled down the highway, his cock twitching with aftershocks.
“Two months was way too long,” he muttered, hips giving one last lazy thrust. “Next time I’m sneaking you on the bus sooner.”
You could only nod, wrecked and full of him. The secret stayed safe the band had no idea you even existed, let alone that you were getting fucked senseless just a few feet from their bunks.
Calum kissed you messily, already starting to harden again inside you.
“Think you can go one more round before you sneak off, baby?”
You smiled breathlessly.
“Yeah.”
🌙 CONTENT WARNING 🌙
✦ detailed smut & heated intimacy
✦ oral sex, fingering, possessive sex
✦ protective & slightly rough Calum
✦ fluffy aftercare & a soft, deep late-night conversation
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The roar of the crowd still echoed in your ears as you slipped through the backstage hallway, security nodding at you with familiar recognition. The show had been electric tonight. Calum’s bass lines hitting you right in the chest, his eyes finding yours from the stage more than once. You’d watched from side-stage like always, heart racing every time he smirked in your direction.
You pushed open the door to his private dressing room. The space smelled like his cologne, sweat, and weed. Calum stood in the center of the room, shirt already discarded on a chair, tattoos glistening under the warm lights. His curls were damp, chest still rising and falling fast from the performance high.
The second he saw you, something shifted in his expression. “C’mere,” he said, voice low and rough.
You barely took two steps before he crossed the room and pulled you against him, one strong arm wrapping around your waist, the other hand cupping the back of your neck. His skin was hot, almost feverish.
“You okay?” you asked, fingers brushing over the fresh scratches on his shoulder from the harness he’d worn during the encore.
“Better now.” He tilted your chin up, dark eyes searching yours. “Some prick in the front row kept trying to grab at you when you were near the barrier earlier. Security got him, but I saw it on the monitor. Made me want to jump down there myself.”
The protectiveness in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. Calum had always been like this with you quietly fierce, ready to shield you from the chaos that came with his world.
“I’m fine, Cal,” you whispered, sliding your hands up his bare chest. “I’m right here.”
His grip tightened. “Yeah. You are.” Then his mouth was on yours hungry, demanding, all the pent-up energy from the stage pouring into the kiss. He tasted like salt and the shots he’d chugged between songs. You moaned softly into his mouth and he backed you up until your thighs hit the edge of the couch against the wall.
“Been thinking about this the whole fucking show,” he growled against your lips, hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you flush against him. You could already feel how hard he was through his pants. “Watching you out there, knowing you’re mine. Drives me crazy.”
You tugged at his curls, earning a low groan. “Then stop talking and show me.”
That was all it took.
Calum lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the wide leather couch. He laid you down with surprising gentleness for how desperate his kisses were, but the second your back hit the cushions he was on you mouth trailing down your neck, sucking marks that would be hidden by your collar tomorrow. His hands worked fast, peeling your top off and tossing it somewhere behind him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, lips brushing the swell of your tits as he unhooked your bra. He took one nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking while his hand kneaded the other. You arched into him, fingers digging into his shoulders.
He moved lower, kissing down your stomach, nipping at your hips as he dragged your jeans and panties down your legs in one rough motion. The cool air hit your skin for only a second before Calum’s mouth was between your thighs.
“Cal—oh god,” you gasped, head falling back.
He didn’t tease. He devoured. Two fingers pushed inside you while his tongue circled your clit with relentless precision. He knew exactly how you liked it knew how to curl his fingers just right to make your thighs shake. One of his arms banded across your hips, holding you down as you tried to writhe.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised, voice muffled. “Let me hear you.”
You came hard on his tongue, crying out his name, fingers twisted in his curls. He worked you through it, slowing but not stopping until you were trembling and oversensitive.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were shiny, eyes dark with lust. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up just long enough to shove his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick, hard, the tip already leaking. He gave himself a few slow strokes while staring down at you like he wanted to ruin you in the best way.
“Come here,” you breathed, reaching for him.
Calum settled between your legs, bracing one hand beside your head. The head of his cock nudged against your entrance, sliding through your wetness.
“You sure?” he asked, even now checking in. Protective to his core.
“Yes. Please, Cal.”
He pushed in with one deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You both moaned at the stretch. He stilled for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.
“Fuck… you feel so good. So tight baby.”
Then he started moving in deep, powerful strokes that rocked the couch. The slap of skin and your shared moans filled the dressing room. He hooked one of your legs over his hip, changing the angle so he hit that spot inside you with every thrust.
“Mine,” he growled against your neck, biting down gently. “You’re fucking mine.”
You scratched down his back, nails digging into his skin. “Yours. All yours.”
The pace turned frantic. He fucked you harder, one hand slipping between you to rub your clit. Your second orgasm crashed over you without warning, walls clenching around him. Calum cursed, hips stuttering as he followed right after, spilling deep inside you with a broken groan of your name.
For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. He stayed buried inside you, arms wrapped tight around your body like he never wanted to let go.
Eventually he pulled out gently and disappeared for a second, returning with a warm cloth from the attached bathroom. He cleaned you up with careful hands, then scooped you into his arms and settled back on the couch with you draped across his chest. A soft blanket from the armrest was pulled over both of you.
The post-show adrenaline was fading, replaced by a warm, heavy calm.
Calum’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. “You know I’d fight the whole damn crowd for you, right?” he said quietly.
You lifted your head to look at him. His eyes were softer now, vulnerable in the way only you got to see.
“I know,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “But you don’t have to. I’m safe with you.”
He was quiet for a while, just holding you tighter. The distant hum of the crew breaking down the stage filtered through the walls.
“Sometimes I still can’t believe you’re here,” he admitted. “That you chose this chose me knowing how insane it all gets. The tours, the rumors, the distance…”
You propped your chin on his chest, meeting his gaze. “I didn’t just choose the rockstar, Calum. I chose you. The guy who stays up late texting me when he can’t sleep. The guy who writes songs about the ocean because it reminds him of home. The guy who gets protective over me even when I’m twenty feet away in a crowd.”
He swallowed, eyes glistening just a little. “I love you. Like… stupidly. I’d give it all up if you asked me to.”
“Don’t you dare,” you said fiercely, cupping his face. “I love watching you on stage. I love how alive you are out there. We’ll figure out the hard parts. Late nights, long flights, time zones… we’ve already survived worse.”
Calum’s hand came up to cover yours on his cheek. “You make me want to be better. Not just for the band. For us. For a future where I can wake up next to you every day without airports in between.”
You smiled, heart full. “We’re building that future already. One show, one night, one deep talk at a time.”
He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Yeah. Guess we are.” He kissed the top of your head, then your temple, then your lipsslow and sweet this time. “Thank you for staying tonight. For staying with me.”
“Always.”
You stayed tangled together on the couch for a long time, talking about everything and nothing—dreams for after the tour, silly fears, memories from the early days when everything was new and terrifying. His voice grew quieter as exhaustion finally set in, but his arms never loosened.
Outside, the arena grew silent. Inside the dressing room, it was just the two of you hearts steady, bodies warm, the kind of peace only found after the chaos.
And in that quiet, protective circle of his arms, you knew you were exactly where you belonged.
hiii guys i hope you enjoyed this is one of my first times writing something like this let me know if you want more.
so yummy i just wanna eat him