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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.
The bass still vibrated through the floor as the final chord of “Youngblood” rang out. The crowd was losing their minds, thousands of voices screaming the band’s names. From your spot at the side of the stage, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Calum.
He stood center-left, bass slung low over his hips, sweat glistening on his collarbones and running down the side of his neck. His black tank top was damp, clinging to every line of his lean, toned torso. Every time his fingers moved across the strings, the veins in his forearms stood out. When he looked your way during the bridge and shot you that crooked, knowing smirk, heat pooled low in your belly.
You had been dating for a few months now quietly, away from the spotlight but nights like tonight always reminded you how electric he was. How badly you needed him after watching him own the stage for two hours.
The second the band waved their final goodbyes and the house lights came up, you slipped backstage. Security let you through without question. Your heart raced faster with every step down the hallway toward the green room.
By the time you pushed open the door, Calum was already there. He’d ditched the bass and was wiping his face with a towel, but the second he saw you, he dropped it.
The door shut with a heavy click.
“Finally,” he breathed.
He crossed the room in three strides and pulled you into a bruising kiss. His mouth was hot, demanding, tasting faintly of salt and the adrenaline still coursing through him. His hands roamed greedily one sliding under your shirt to palm your breast, the other gripping your ass and pressing you against the very obvious bulge in his jeans.
“Been thinking about you the whole fucking set,” he murmured against your lips. “Every time I looked over and saw you standing there in this skirt… I wanted to drag you onstage and fuck you in front of everyone.”
You laughed breathlessly, fingers threading through his damp hair. “That would’ve been a showstopper.”
He walked you backward until your back hit the wall. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks he knew you’d have to cover tomorrow. You tugged at the hem of his tank top and he let you pull it off, revealing smooth skin and the faint lines of muscle that flexed as he moved.
Your hands explored his chest, tracing down his abs until you reached the waistband of his skirt. Calum groaned when you palmed him through the denim.
“Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts,” he admitted, voice rough. “Get on your knees, baby.”
You sank down willingly, looking up at him as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening. You wrapped your hand around the base and gave him a slow stroke.
Calum’s head tipped back. “That’s it… just like that.”
You leaned forward and took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before sliding down as far as you could. Calum’s hand fisted gently in your hair, guiding but not forcing. His hips rocked shallowly as you worked him with your mouth and hand, savoring the salty taste and the way he throbbed against your tongue.
“God, your mouth feels so good,” he praised, voice low. “Look at me while you suck my cock.”
Your eyes met his, dark and hooded with lust. The eye contact made everything hotter. You hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper, relaxing your throat until your nose brushed his pelvis.
“Fuck…yes,” he groaned, fingers tightening in your hair. “Such a good girl for me.”
After a few minutes he pulled you off with a wet pop, breathing hard.
“Up,” he ordered.
He spun you around and pressed you against the wall again, yanking your skirt up around your waist. Your panties were soaked. He hooked them aside and ran two fingers through your folds.
“So fucking wet,” he growled. “All this from watching me play?”
“Yes,” you whimpered.
He pushed two fingers inside you without warning, curling them perfectly against that spot that made your knees buckle. His thumb circled your clit in tight, fast motions while his mouth sucked another mark onto your shoulder.
You were moaning loudly, pushing back against his hand, chasing the pleasure.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling his fingers out. You whined at the loss, but he was already dropping to his knees behind you.
Calum spread your legs wider and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue licked broad stripes from your clit to your entrance, then focused on your clit with quick flicks and gentle suction. Two fingers pushed back inside you, fucking you steadily while he ate you out like a man starved.
Your legs started shaking. “Calum…I’m gonna—”
“Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste how much you need me.”
The orgasm hit you hard. You cried out, thighs trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Calum kept licking and fingering you through it, only stopping when you pushed his head away, oversensitive.
He stood up, spun you around, and kissed you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. Then he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the large couch.
He sat down and you straddled him. Calum pushed your top and bra up, latching onto one nipple while his hand played with the other. You reached between you, stroking his cock before lining him up and sinking down slowly.
Both of you moaned as he filled you completely.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, hands gripping your hips.
You started riding him, rolling your hips in deep circles before bouncing faster. Calum’s head fell back against the couch, watching you with dark eyes. His hands guided your movements, occasionally slapping your ass lightly.
After a while he flipped you onto your back on the couch, spreading your legs wide and thrusting back in hard. The new angle made you see stars.
He fucked you like that for a long time…deep, powerful strokes that had the couch creaking. Then he pulled out, turned you onto your hands and knees, and slammed back in from behind.
This was your favorite position with him. He felt even deeper like this. Calum’s hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back as he pounded into you.
“You like getting fucked like a slut after my shows?” he asked, voice filthy.
“Yes…God, yes,” you moaned.
His hand slid around to your throat.
He wrapped his fingers around your neck firmly, applying steady pressure as he continued thrusting. The combination of his cock stretching you and the controlled choke made everything feel impossibly intense.
“This okay, baby?” he checked, even as his hips kept moving.
“Harder,” you gasped.
Calum squeezed tighter, cutting off just enough air to make your head feel light and your pussy clench around him. He leaned over your back, lips brushing your ear.
“Look at you… taking my cock so well while I choke you. My perfect little fucktoy tonight.”
His thrusts grew harder, faster. Every snap of his hips drove him impossibly deep. The pressure on your throat combined with the relentless pleasure pushed you toward the edge again.
“You gonna come for me like this?” he growled, tightening his grip just a little more. “Come on my cock while I’ve got my hand around your throat.”
The orgasm slammed into you. Your vision whited out as you came hard, pulsing around him. Calum groaned loudly at the feeling but kept fucking you through it, loosening his grip enough for you to breathe but not letting go completely.
He rode out your orgasm, then pulled out and flipped you onto your back again. He pushed your legs up toward your chest and slid back inside, fucking you deep and slow now, watching your face the entire time.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
Your fingers found your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Calum’s hand returned to your throat, lighter this time but still possessive.
“I want you to come again,” he said. “One more time before I fill you up.”
It didn’t take long. Between his deep strokes, your fingers, and his hand on your throat, you came a third time, moaning his name.
Calum’s pace faltered. “Fuck, I’m close—”
“Come inside me,” you begged.
With a deep groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing hot inside you. He stayed there for a long moment, both of you catching your breath.
Eventually he pulled out gently and collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your lips soft and sweet now.
“You okay?” he whispered, fingers gently tracing the light marks on your throat. “I didn’t go too hard?”
“I’m perfect,” you murmured, snuggling closer. “That was… intense.”
Calum chuckled softly. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
He got up for a moment, grabbed two water bottles and a towel, and cleaned you both up tenderly. Then he pulled you into his lap on the couch, wrapping a blanket around you both.
For a while you just talked about the show, funny moments from the tour, how much he missed you when he was away. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin the entire time.
Eventually the talking turned into kissing again. Slow and deep at first, then hungrier.
“Round two?” he asked against your lips, already hardening beneath you.
You smiled. “Definitely.”
This time he took you to the big armchair in the corner. He sat down and had you ride him reverse cowgirl, hands on your hips guiding you. When you got tired he took over, thrusting up into you while one hand wrapped around your throat again, lighter but still possessive.
You came like that, leaning back against his chest as he whispered filthy praise in your ear.
Later he bent you over the couch again, fucking you slow and deep while his fingers played with your clit. The choking returned his hand firm around your neck as he brought you over the edge one final time before he came deep inside you again.
By the time you both collapsed, exhausted and satisfied, nearly two hours had passed.
Calum pulled you into his arms on the couch, covering you both with the blanket. He kissed the top of your head.
“Stay with me on the bus tonight,” he murmured sleepily. “I want to wake up next to you.”
You smiled against his chest. “I’d like that.”
He held you tighter, the post-show adrenaline finally fading into comfortable warmth.
Outside, the crew was still packing up. Inside, it was just the two of you wrapped up in each other, hearts slowing down together.
And you knew this was only the beginning of a very long night.
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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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?”
✦ 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.
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