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“I don’t see you complaining.” you mumble, looking up at him and smiling lazily at him. He laughs, kissing you quickly before pulling away. “No, come back.” you whine, reaching up and cupping his cheeks in your hands and pulling his lips back to yours. Calum smiled into the kiss, his lips moving in sync with yours.

“So needy.” he teases you, pulling away but watching as you climbed in his lap, straddling his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushes your hood down, looking up at you and biting his lip. His hands trail down to your ass, pulling you closer.

“Who’s the needy one now?” you ask, leaning in and resting your forehead against his. He laughs, throwing his head back and resting it against the back of the couch. You lean forward, kissing his neck gently. “Still me, I guess.” you mumble, feeling him pull you closer as you sucked on his neck. He pulls his shirt off, throwing it to the side and puts his hands on your hips, guiding them into his.

“I love when your high and horny, baby.” Calum chuckles, watching you pull away from his neck and take your sweatshirt off. He eyed your bare breasts, his hands slide up, thumbs rubbing over your nipples. “So beautiful.” he mumbled, leaning in and taking one of your nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hardening bud. You let out a soft moan, tangling your hands in his hair. You continue grinding against him, biting your bottom lip. His hands slide back down to your hips, pulling you closer and he bites down softly on your nipple, causing you to jump.

“Let me ride you, Cal. Please.” you beg, knowing he loved being on top. He pouts at you, then watches you grind into him, and nods.

“Yeah, baby. Ride daddy.” he says, helping you out of the rest of your clothes and you do the same to him.

“I love it when you call yourself daddy.” you tell him, and he smirks at you, biting his lip. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ll cum right here.” you say, and he slides his cock into you. You whimper at the full feeling, sliding all the way down on him. He sucks in a sharp breath, helping you ride him. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you bounce up and down on him.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.” he moaned, throwing his head back and you whimpered his name softly, clenching around him. His hands gripped onto your hips, and he moaned out your name. “Oh shit, Y/N. Just like that baby, make daddy feel good.” he mumbles, watching the way your boobs bounced in front of him in awe.

“Kiss me, baby.” you beg, pulling him to your lips by his hair, kissing him hard and tugging on his hair roughly as you felt your orgasm approach. You moaned against his lips, bouncing faster and he reaches down, rubbing your clit with his index finger. “Cal, I’m gonna- fuck!” you moan loudly, pulling away and coming undone on top of him. He looks into your eyes, moaning your name one last time before he shoots his load into you.

“Y/N. I don’t know why I ever thought me being on top was the best position.” he says, exasperated as you roll off him, giggling. He smiles at you, leaning in and kissing you softly.

“Me either. I love riding you, Cal.” you say, giggling again and he pushes you down underneath him.

“Yeah, but how good does this feel?” he asks, sliding into you again. You moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. He was just cockwarming but it always felt so good for him to fill you up.

“Cal, deeper.” you moan quietly, trying to pull him closer by tightening your legs around his waist. He smirks down at you, bottoming out inside you. You moan in his ear, nails digging into his shoulders. He held you close, staying still inside you. “I love when you fill me up, baby.” you tell

him, moving your hips a little and he lets out a sharp breath.

“I could stay here all night, pretty girl.” he tells you, you nod in agreement, kissing him passionately.

“You’re so deep, baby. I need you again.” you whimper, clenching around him. “Please. Fuck me, Cal. Fuck me.” you beg, trying to move your hips. He bites his bottom lip, smirking again as he starts to rock his hips into yours. He starts a fast pace, bottoming out with every thrust.

“I got you, princess. Such a needy girl. Come on, wanna hear you.” he mumbles between pants, moaning as you clenched around him again. You whimper his name, biting on his earlobe and kissing down his neck, sucking on his skin harshly.

“Oh my go- Cal. Baby, I’m close again.” you moan again, throwing your head back and he nods, watching you come undone underneath him. You moan his name, hands gripping his shoulders as you did so. After you cum, he pulls out, pumping his cock and watching as his hot load shoots out on your stomach. You bite your lip, putting a finger under his chin and kissing him again. “Fuck, that was hot.” you say, smiling up at him.

“Correction, you’re so hot.” he replies, chuckling as he pulls out and rolls over, laying next to you and reaches for his tshirt, wiping off your stomach. You blush, giggling and watch him throw the shirt somewhere else.

“Two rounds in 30 minutes.” you say, and he smirks, leaning in to kiss you softly on the nose. He sits up, reaching for the rest of the joint and lighter, he lights up and takes a hit, handing it off to you. You take a hit, laying your head back and resting it on his bicep.

“I could fuck you every second of every day and never get tired of it.” he chuckles, and you blush again, feeling his hand that held the joint slide down your stomach, the joint balancing between his fingers. He gestured for you to take it and you do, taking another hit and blow the smoke into his mouth before kissing him again.

Once the joint is completely gone, he stands up, pulling his sweats back on but stays shirtless and walks to the kitchen. You sit up, stretching your arms up above your head and let out a soft squeal, standing up and walking to the bedroom, pulling one of his tshirts out of his drawer and pulling it on. You grab some sweats and pull those on too before you meet him in the kitchen, finding him at the stove, making grilled cheeses. You sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your cheek against his bare back. “Munchies?” you ask, pecking his skin softly and rubbing your hands up and down his stomach.

“Always, baby. I’m so hungry. And I know you are too.” he says, laughing and patting one of your hands softly with his. You giggle, nuzzling your face into his skin.

“Grilled cheese and cuddles sound so good right now.” you reply, hands trailing up his stomach to his chest. Your nails ran over his skin lightly and you felt him get goosebumps.

“Yeah, princess. Cuddles. God I can’t wait to feel you laying on my chest.” he says, and you hum in response, holding him close. He finishes up making the food and he leads you to the bedroom. Once you’re done eating, he sits the plate down on the bedside table, and lays down on the pillows, opening the blanket for you and you snuggle into his side, laying your head on his chest. “You hear that?” Calum asks.

“What? Your heartbeat?” you ask, looking up at him and he brushes stray hairs out of your face. He nods before leaning into kiss you softly.

“It beats for you.” he says against your lips, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You’re so cheesy, Cal.” you giggle, pulling away to straddle his waist and lean down to kiss him again. “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a sucker for you.” you admit, feeling his hands travel down to your ass, cupping your cheeks in his palms as he pulled you closer.

“You wanna ride daddy again, baby girl?” he asks, biting your bottom lip as he pulls away from the kiss. You nod, already shedding your clothes as he started littering kisses down your neck. “Hold on, princess. Daddy wants a taste.” And with that you’re being laid out on your back, legs spread as his tongue glides over your clit.

“Daddy, please.” you whimper, feeling him wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking harshly. You moan out his name as your hands reach down and tangle in his hair. “Fuck, daddy. I-“ you try to tell him you’re sensitive but he keeps going, sliding two fingers inside of you and within seconds, you’re on the brink of your orgasm, which he denies you by pulling away and you pout up at him.

“Oh come on, pretty girl. Daddy wants to be inside you when you cum.” he says, chuckling as he leans in and kisses your pout.

“But daddy, I was so close.” you complain, as he pulls you back into a straddling position and slides his now hard cock inside you. You whimper his name as he fills you up. “So big, daddy.”

“I know, baby. I fill you up, don’t I?” he asks, smirking as he helps you create a rhythm. You nod, unable to form words as he thrusted up into you. You moaned his name, nuzzling your face into the side of his neck and biting down on the skin there. “Ow, baby. Gentle.” he says, pulling your hair softly and you whimper, feeling his hand circle around your throat.

“Daddy. Choke me.” you beg, as he switches positions so he’s the one on top now.

“Gladly, princess.” he mumbles, tightening his grip on your throat as he pounds into you. Soon, you’re seeing stars as you feel your orgasm building again.

“Daddy, I’m so close. Please let me cum, daddy.” you moan, and he smirks down at you.

“Not until I do.” he says sternly, still bottoming out with every thrust. You whimper, shaking your head.

“I can’t hold it, daddy. I’m so close.” you whimper, clenching around him and he releases your throat, only to give himself more leverage as he pulls all the way out and slams back into you. You scream out his name, throwing your head back as you claw down his back, surely leaving marks behind.

“Cum for me, princess. Cum on daddy’s cock.” he says, burying his face in your neck as he came inside of you and you moan out his name before letting go and your eyes clench shut as you come. “That’s it, baby girl. Cum for me.” he moans, gripping onto your shaking thighs.

“Oh my god.” you mumble, feeling him pull out as you slowly open your eyes. “Wow.” you breathe, chest still heaving as you looked over at Calum.

“My thoughts exactly, pretty girl.” he says, smiling and pulling you back to his chest.

“I love you, bub.” you say, snuggling into his chest and wrapping your arms around him.

“Mm, I love you, too, Y/N.” Calum says, leaning down and kissing you softly. “I like it when you call me bub.” he chuckles, his hand trailing down your spine and rubbing soothing shapes into your skin.

“Kiss me again, bub.” you mumble, puckering your lips and cupping his cheek in your hand. He laughs before closing the space between your lips, kissing you softly but deeply. “Mm, such a good kisser baby.” you say under his lips and he pulls away to kiss your forehead.

“I could spend hours just kissing every inch of you, princess.” he says, peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck before kissing down your chest and stomach and finally passing over your thighs and ankles. He ended up between your legs, with your ankles in his hands. He pulls them so you’re situated laying down in front of his kneeling figure.

“The high is wearing off and now I just wanna stay in your arms all day, baby.” you tell him, leaning up and wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him back down to you and wrapping your legs around his waist. He chuckles, humming in content into your neck.

“We could smoke another bowl?” he offers, playfully biting down on your shoulder before prying you off of him and standing up. You pout, sitting up on your elbows and he blows you a kiss. “Just using the bathroom, cling-film.” he says, laughing as he walks into the bathroom.

“But yes to the bowl, Cal!” you call out, standing off the bed and pulling on a pair of pajama shorts and the same tshirt of Calum’s you were in before. You pull your hair up and start french braiding it. You don’t hear Calum sneak up behind you and feel his arms wrap around you from behind. “Baby!” you giggle, feeling him softly kiss your neck as you finished braiding your hair and tied it off.

“Another bowl for the pretty lady wearing my shirt.” he chuckles, letting you go and walking over to his self-proclaimed ‘hash box’.

“I thought you liked when I wore your clothes.” you say, sitting back down on the edge of the bed and watching him pack a bowl.

“Oh I do, baby. Believe me, there’s nothing sexier than seeing you all sexed out in my tshirt.” he tells you, walking over to you and pecking your lips softly before sitting down beside you. He lights up and takes the first hit, coughing a little on his exhale. He holds the pipe to your lips and does all the work for you, admiring the long hit you take and how you don’t cough even a little bit. “Lungs of steel, huh.” he mumbles, taking another hit as he watched you take out your phone and scroll through TikTok, showing him funny ones every so often as you both smoked the rest of the bowl.

Once the bowl was finished, he put his stuff away and laid back down on the bed beside you. “It hit you yet, beautiful?” he asks, eyes closed as he laid his head down in your lap, grabbing your hand and resting it on his head, signaling he wanted you to run your fingers through his hair. You did so, locking your phone and sitting it down.

“Yeah, I’m feeling good, Cal.” you say, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his face into your stomach. You continue playing with his hair, twirling each strand and you lean down to kiss his forehead. “Tired, bub?” you ask him and he nods, still not opening his eyes. “Come up here and cuddle me and we can take a nap.” He obliges all too quickly and soon you’re laying beneath the covers, your head on his chest with a leg hiked up around his waist.

“Love you, princess.” he mumbles, already starting to doze off.

You looked over at your boyf- at Owen. You saw all the promises made, all the years spent. His hands rested on his knees and his hair was a mess beneath his beanie. You thought of all the nights spent laying under the stars, thinking out loud about all of your plans for the future. How you’d get married and have 3 kids, and 2 dogs and a cat and a barn with chickens and goats. How he’d continue living his dream and you’d go on to be a famous writer. And you’d always fall into bed with each other, full and happy and in love. Now those felt like dreams instead of plans. Far off dreams. You had just told him you were moving to another country to pursue your dream for a year and he was not only unsupportive, he demanded you stay with him, in Norman, Oklahoma, where your dreams of becoming a novelist and columnist in Vogue would never see the light of day. And he didn’t care. He wanted you with him at any cost. He was so blinded by the thought of losing you to another country, he couldn’t even see him pushing you closer to it.

“Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn’t just grow apart, we grew up.”

You met Owen when you were fresh out of high school, 18 and young and stupid. You fell for each other quickly, falling hard into one another. He spoke palaces and kingdoms into your head, he made you believe it was you and him versus the world. He was it for you, you were done chasing. When you met, you felt a shift in the universe. Like everything had fell into place. His hands fit in yours perfectly. Your head fell into the crook of his neck like a puzzle piece. He knew what you were thinking before you could even take a breath to tell him. You knew him like the back of your hand, his facial structure, the way his nose scrunched up when he was excited about something. He was your person. Then you finished college. And it was time for you to figure your career life out. You were working as an intern for a local magazine when you applied for an internship abroad that would put you in direct contact with the writers and editors of Vogue. Your dream. And he was so wrapped in the idea of you being his forever, and only his and you being around whenever that when the words “a year abroad” fell from your lips, it felt as if his world was crashing down around him and it made him angry. At you, at himself. At Vogue. At your career. He was mad because you could be happy without him and he couldn’t without you.

“When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t break, they shatter.”

You fought endlessly back and forth for weeks. Small doses of good in between those fights. His hands balled into fists as you screamed about why you didn’t understand how he couldn’t just be happy for you. Why he couldn’t just support you and love you through anything. He screamed back that you would realize you’re better off without him and leave him. You softened at that. And you spent the rest of the night with him in your arms as you reassured him nothing and no one could ever make you as happy as he did, that you loved him deeper than the sea, higher than the mountains and wider than the canyons. He seemed younger, smaller in your arms. A broken, shell of a man, wounded by a decision you had unbeknownst to him already made.

“But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter.”

Days leading up to the final fight, the facade between you two made you both believe you could do this. Long distance didn’t stand a chance against the love you two shared. There wasn’t a tangible thing on this earth that could break you two apart. You were a force to be reckoned with. You laughed and cuddled and made love, smiles and sweet touches shared between you two made you think everything was going to be just fine. It reminded you of your first Christmas spent together at his family’s house in Norman. How you spent a week getting to know the inner workings of this man’s mind, how he became the man you were so unbelievably in love with. You talked endlessly with his mom and sister, getting every story from his childhood. You sat and talked football with his dad, not even noticing the smile on Owen’s face when you’d joke with his family, smiling and fitting in perfectly. That Christmas was the first time he told you he loved you, he told you under a full moon with a fresh blanket of snow covering the ground. Noses red, eyes aglow with excitement. He had never seen someone so beautiful. The last days felt like the first days. And it made everything hurt so much deeper.

“And in those moments, when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I’ll remember just how beautiful it was.”

The day before the final day, laying in his arms felt like home. He was going on about a movie he was auditioning for in a few weeks and you were playing with his hand, kissing each tip of his finger as you did so. He looked down and met your eyes before kissing you sweetly and telling you just how much he loved you. You flashed back to the night of your cousin’s wedding, him spinning you around and around to the song that became your song, Colourblind by Peach, he sang the words in your ear, his laughter sending warmth through your chest. You could’ve spent forever on that dance floor, wrapped in each other’s arms and dancing and laughing and in love.

“Just how beautiful it will always be. Because it was us. And we were magic. Forever.”

The last night was easy. All it took was him finding a boarding pass. Then it was a screaming match, hot tears and hair pulling. He thought his lungs were going to burst from how hard he was fighting. You thought you’d spontaneously combust from the anger you felt towards Owen. Your Owen. The last moment lingered, him standing between the open door and the entry way into your apartment. “So this is it?” he asked, meeting your bloodshot eyes with his own.

“This is it.” you say, looking down at your feet and a sob racked through your chest.

“Forever.” he mumbled, closing the door behind him.

You sit, wallowing in your self pity for about an hour before you hear your phone ringing, you get up but miss it just before your hand grabs your phone. Your screensaver lights up with a notification from the man who’s smiling face was staring back at you. You call him back, he picks up on the first ring, “Y/N?” He asks, sounding hoarse, as if he’s also been crying for the last hour too. He asks you to come down to his studio and you agree, thinking it was a good sign that he didn’t want to break up, throwing on a sweatshirt and grabbing your keys. He hangs up without saying I love you and your heart drops. You can’t think of anything else the entire drive to his studio. This was it, this was his breaking point.

The sound of Elvis’ velvety voice flowing through the hallway of your boyfriend’s art studio was literal music to your ears. This was a good sign. You open the door to the room he was in quietly, being sure not to disturb him; you loved watching him paint. When you walked in, his back was facing you, he was wearing a mustard yellow hoodie and beige sweatpants, no shoes and his long dark brown hair was up in a bun. You tip-toed over to the small burgundy couch in the corner of the room, sitting down and pulling your legs up to your chest, watching him work. A few minutes pass before he turns to dip his brush in a new color, your presence making him jump. You give him a smile and stand, walking towards him. “Is this where you dump me?” you ask, looking down at your hands, fiddling with the gold ring embezzled with a small moon, he made it for you for your 2nd anniversary and you’ve never taken it off. He looks at you in confusion, “No baby, no. No no.” he says, pulling you into a hug when he sees your bottom lip start to tremble. You collapse in his arms, “You yelled at me.” you say softly, looking up at him with a pout on your lips. He shakes his head, running his thumb over your bottom lip, pushing it back in place, something he’s always done when you pouted at him. 

“I know, and I regretted it the second I did it. I love you, I always love hearing you talk about every little thing that crosses your mind. And I am so sorry if I ever made it seem like I don’t.” he mumbles into your hair, squeezing you close a few times before releasing you. “I thought you hated me.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest, sniffling.

“I could never hate you.” he says, and he reaches for you. “Hey baby.” Booboo says in a low voice, still a little scratchy from crying. He really was so beautiful. “What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” he asks, kissing your nose and pulling you into a hug. 

“About how much I love you.” you say quietly, looking up at him and he gives you a toothy grin, leaning in and giving you a peck on the lips, “What about you, Boo?” you ask, running your hands from his shoulders, over his chest before wrapping your arms around his middle. 

“About my girl, always.” he says into your hair, kissing the top of your head and sighing in content. You hum, nuzzling your face into his chest as his hands slip under your sweater, grazing over your hips and rubbing up your back. You stop as you feel a squishy substance touch your nose, “There’s fresh paint on this sweatshirt.” you mumble, pulling away and he starts laughing at your paint covered face. “It’s not funny!” you say, pushing him away jokingly and laughing too. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N. Now we can shower together.” he says, waggling his eyebrows at you, still laughing and reaching for you again. You let him pull you close and look up at him, batting your eyelashes and puckering your lips. He leans down and closes the space between you, wasting no time and wiping his tongue over your bottom lip, you open your mouth and let his tongue massage yours as his hands trail from your hips to your backside, squeezing your ass and pulling you closer, if that was even possible. He starts to walk you backwards towards the couch, sitting down and pulling you down to straddle his lap. His hands ghost over your hips, up your sides and he separates your lips only to pull off your sweatshirt, grinning when he sees you were bare underneath it. His lips go to your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses down to your chest before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and then pulling away, kneading it with his thumb whilst blowing cool air on it. You bite your lip, sighing softly as you reach to take his sweatshirt off as well. He pulls it off, throwing it behind him and pulls you back in for another kiss, biting on your bottom lip as one of his hands dives below the waistband of your leggings, your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers brush against you. He looks up at you through his thick lashes, “You like that, baby?” he asks, one of his fingers circling your clit as he continues kissing down your neck. You nod, unable to get a word out before he inserts two fingers inside you without any warning. You moan out his name as he pumps them in and out. “That’s right, baby, who’s making you feel this good?” he breathes before capturing your lips in another kiss, swallowing every one of your moans selfishly. 

You break away, chest heaving, “Please fuck me.” you beg and before you could utter another sound, he flips your body so you’re underneath him. His hands work to get the rest of your clothes before he kicks off his sweats, he kisses you again and pumps himself in his hand a few times before sliding his tip between your soaked folds, teasing you before pushing in and bottoming out inside you. You both let out a moan before he starts a steady pace, one hand beside your head and the other on your hip. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping onto them tightly, nails digging in. One trails a line of fire up to his bun, letting his hair out and he smiles, “Gonna pull on it baby?” he asks rhetorically, he already knew the answer but you decide to show him by wrapping your fist around his hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulling, earning a low grunt from your boyfriend. Then you get an idea.

“Baby, baby, wait…” You start, whimpering softly in his ear as he starts hitting your spot with every thrust. “I want you to fuck me from behind and pull my hair.” you say, smiling shyly up at him. He all but has a conniption as he pulls out, helping you turn and get on all fours. He slowly slides back in, hands on your waist as he does. One of them gently glides up your body, tracing a line to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair and he pulls your head back, his lips pressing back into your neck, “Call me daddy, baby.” he moans, setting the pace again, hitting every inch of you with every thrust.

“D-Daddy, please, holy shit-” you moan, a hand reaching behind you and tangling itself in his hair, he moans out as his thrusts start to get sloppy, and one of his hand cups one of your breasts, squeezing gently as he pushes you both to your orgasms. “Daddy, yes, fuck- I’m there!” you scream out, legs shaking as he pushed in deeper, if that was even possible. Within minutes you were cumming together, falling into a tangled heap on the small sofa. As you both caught your breath, he wrapped you in his arms, snuggling up to you. “I love you, Boo.” you breathe out, barely above a whisper, nuzzling your head into his neck.

“I love you.” He replies, kissing your forehead, “I promise I’ll never yell at you again.” He whispers, twirling a piece of your hair around one of his fingers. His lips ghosted over your fingers as he held your hand up to his mouth, kissing each finger gently, his lips pausing over your ring. “Do you remember when I gave this to you?” he asked, smiling down at you.