i literally play bass bc of calum hood

tour bus bunk

anyone could catch them, but that’s what made it so thrilling. there was nothing like the closeness between the two of them in the limited space of the tour bus bunk, the only thing separating them and the outside world being a dark curtain. his lean body fit perfectly between her legs, nails digging into the smooth skin of his back. they tried to remain as quiet as they could, grateful for the continuous hum of the moving tour bus masking any subtle creaks of the bunk bed caused by every jut of Calum’s hips. their lips silenced any moans of satisfaction or groans of approval that threatened to escape, accompanying the electric thrill of potentially being caught by one of his sleeping bandmates. 

high on the couch

their movements were slow, moving within the haze of the high that had their heads feeling heavy and body craving each other’s touch. really, neither of them had really meant for it to turn into anything more. she’d just looked so peaceful laying on the couch, head resting on the armrest and her legs in her lap, a gentle giggle escaping her every time Calum absently ran a finger up the length of her leg. every hit he took had his body craving more and more of her touch, eyes focused on the way her lips wrapped around the pen she took her hits off of as opposed to the blunt Calum had rolled. he didn’t even register himself moving until he was above her, lips finding hers in a slow, sensual kiss as he poured everything he felt for her into it. and then he’d just move lower, lower, and lower, fingers expertly working to rid of her  leggings and underwear. and as Calum’s lips left a a startling fire in their wake on her skin and as he worked her open teasingly, slowly, savoringly, both of them knew this was better than any other high.

club bathroom

she definitely deserved to be fucked in a place cleaner, better than against the graffitied wall of the bathroom stall in the club, but Calum didn’t have the patience of waiting for an Uber and getting home to take her any way he wanted. the colorful lights of the club had splashed against her skin, the thin layer of sweat making her glitter, and the wicked smile on her face told Calum she knew exactly what she was doing to him. so with the alcohol coursing through his veins and the crotch of his pants tightening almost painfully, he’d pulled her out of the thrumming crowd and into the bathroom, locking the feeble door and muffling the music. the bass of whatever remix playing vibrated the wall he held her up against, dress bunched haphazardly at the waist, his fingers digging into the bare skin of her thighs as he held her up, his own pants and boxers pulled down just enough to pull out his cock before burying it inside her. Calum knew the music did well in silencing her moans, but if even if it didn’t, he wouldn’t care. her vocal satisfaction on how well he was serving her, filling her up, only tightened his grip on her, made his heart race in exhilaration as her grip in his hair tightened fiercely. she deserved better than some dirty bathroom, and Calum had no problem treating her to as such when they got home later.

backstage dressing room

it had become a sort of wicked, breathless ritual they both were always too eager to take part in. they knew the boys knew exactly what they got up to, and though they could do without the teasing, it never made them cease their actions. Calum would be damned if he put an end to it. the warmth of her mouth taking him in, her hands always teasing, eyes too damn glimmering—who the hell was he to say no to this? even if his bandmates were on the other side of the dressing room door, warning them about how much time was left before they had to hit the stage—the view he had up there was epic. but the one he had of her with her lips wrapped around him and on his knees, only for him, was fucking unforgettable. 

reunion when he comes back

they rarely ever made it back to the bedroom. the sight of him standing in the doorway, bags at his feet and the content, gorgeous smile on his face that only ever arrived when he arrived, when his eyes landed on her, made them believe the bedroom was too far. she’d hug him, he’d kiss her, and then they’d be stumbling into the living room because it was right there. finding the couch because it was right there. and between clothes almost always being torn off and hands roaming to reacquaint themselves with bodies they already knew so well and desperate kisses being exchanged, it was enough to let their actions do all the talking of how much they missed one another. hands claimed what was their and kisses whispered their sentiments, and they allowed themselves to melt into the true embrace of their home.

kitchen counter during breakfast

he’d made them pancakes, yet the plate full of the breakfast food remained untouched. because as soon as she walked into the kitchen in absolutely nothing but this sensation t-shirt, Calum had no choice but to abandon what he’d cooked to indulge in what was already available to him. she had giggled, the sound one of his favorites to hear so early in the morning, a light gasp escaping her as the cool marble top of the counter touched her bare thighs, and that very gasp transformed into a moan as Calum hooked his hands under her knees, tugged her to the edge and let that be the only warning before his mouth found her bare center. honestly—who needed pancakes when she was right there?

shower

every time she showered and accidentally came in contact with the freezing tiles of the shower, the most uncomfortable of shivers would rush down her spine. but that was never the case when he joined in. no. when Calum was involved, she happily let him press her bare front against the tiles, hands brought up above her head and held in place at the wrist by one of Calum’s hands, his other wrapped around her front so his fingers could tease her clit. the sounds of her pleading moans and desperate gasps created a cacophony with the rush of water as felt every thrust of Calum’s hips against her backside, the warmth of the water easily overshadowed by the heat his body seeped into hers.

living room floor by the fire place

Lashton: huge ass eyelashes, like i’m taking huge

Malum: the sound yoshi makes

Mashton: the instant mash potatoes that shouldn’t be so good but are actually fire

Cashton: when the guys looked like pimps in the hey everybody music video

Cake: a triple layered chocolate cake balanced on the world’s phattest ass

ASHTON WTF

HEY CALUM

ASHTON BEING THE NUMBER ONE PROVIDER OF CALUM CONTENT SO TRUE