I Dig The Bassist

A/N: ya girl might've been a bit inebriated while writing part of this. . .getting back into writing smuts are hard lol

Calum HoodXFemale Reader

Warning: smut smut smut, female oral receiving, fingering, foul language, doggy style, unprotected sex, illegal activity (public exposure), soft touches, abuse of food*

*If I missed anything please let me know

The blanket was soft to the touch, its dark blue color contrasting against the vibrant colors of the flowers. You had stumbled across the area. Well more so got lost and found yourselves in an abandoned flower field. You didn't mind though, a warm smile making its way onto your face as you watched him take things out of the picnic basket. "There's literally no one around," he laughed in awe, taking a glance at your surroundings. You could see a glint in his eye when his gaze landed on you. Something brewing in his head and you weren't sure what it was.

"I hope you like watermelon," you said, unboxing the fruit and holding the container out to him. He grabbed one of the cut up cubes, popping it into his mouth. Some of the juice spilled onto his chin and he swiped it away with his thumb. You watched intently as he picked up another piece, but this time held it towards your lips. You leaned forward, mouth opening slightly as you took the fruit into your mouth. Your tongue lightly grazed his thumb and you could see his eyes darken.

"Maybe we should eat this lunch backwards," he said, voice a bit rasp.

"Backwards?" you muttered in confusion. He nodded, cleared his throat, and moved his hand to rest at your uncovered thigh.

"Yea, you know. . .dessert first then the entrée." His thumb began to rub soft circles into your thigh and you found yourself becoming wet at the feeling.

"Oh," you chirped, catching onto what he was saying. You smiled then leaned in for a kiss. His grip on your thigh tightened as he deepened it. Your mouth opened to grant him access to your tongue. You hummed in comfort and your hand crept towards his crotch. it was when you palmed at his bulge that made him pull away from you.

"I thought we were going to eat dessert first?" He said confusedly. You eyebrows furrowed.

"W-Were were not doing that?" you asked, thinking dessert meant sex. You watched him reach into the picnic basket and pull out the strawberry shortcake you had baked, and suddenly you felt embarrassed at the miscommunication. "Oh shit-sorry, I had thought." Calum began to laugh at your flustered state, and he placed the dessert to the side and tugged you towards him.

"I'm just fucking with you," he laughed harder at the stunned look on your face. You rolled your eyes and tossed a piece of watermelon at his face.

"Ha ha. Not funny!" you grumbled, lips falling back on his. Calum smiled into the kiss, and his hands gripped at your waist as the two of you began to makeout. You straddled his lap, hands lacing into his hair and tugging at it. Your hips rolled into his and Calum moaned into your mouth. "I think you owe me," you grumbled against his lips, teeth lightly biting at his bottom lip and dragging it out. Calum pushed at your hips and you slid off him.

"I can think of a way to make it up," he smirked. Calum picked up another piece of watermelon and leaned in towards you. You met him halfway, taking the fruit into your mouth and biting half. "Lay on your back for me," he coaxed, taking the container of fruit. You did as he said, the hem of your dress slightly lifting up. Calum looked down at you with raised eyebrows and you nodded lightly. He lifted the rest of your dress to expose your abdomen and lace underwear. With one fruit already in his mouth, Calum placed a few pieces along your skin. The cold fruit felt ice cold against your hot skin.

"What're you doing?" you giggled, leaning up on your elbows to watch him.

"Adding some sweetness to an already tasty gal," he said, making you roll you eyes at how cheesy he sounded. You laid back down and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Calum's fingers dancing across your skin. Soon you felt his lips on yours. Before you could kiss back Calum pulled away. He sent peck to your forehead then kissed all over your face making you laugh. Calum continued kissing you, and your breath became shallow when you felt him take the watermelon that was rested between your cleavage into his mouth. He kissed at the tops of your breasts then continued to eat and kiss down the rest of your body. Your breath hitched in your throat when he kissed at your clothed heat. Calum could see the affect he had on you and you jolted in your spot when he placed more pressure on your sensitive nub. You hips lifted when you felt him tug at the hem of your panties and soon your bottom half was exposed to the open air.

"Wait wait-what if we get caught?" you gasped in surprise, hands reaching down to cup Calum's chin in your hands before he could do any more. He looked up at you with a pout.

"We found this place because we got lost," Calum said, pointer finger brushing between your folds. "We're legit in the middle of nowhere." His thumb added pressure onto your clit and began to circle it. A small whimpered moan left you lips and your hands removed from his face and down to your sides. Calum smirked, lifting one of your legs so that your calf rested against his shoulder. Your vision blurred a bit when you felt his tongue take a long swipe from your hole to your clit. Your skin lit ablaze and your back arched as he sucked on your clit. A loud moan left your mouth.

"Fuck, Cal," you huffed, eyes closing in bliss. Your wetness mixed in with his saliva gathered in a pool underneath you making the picnic blanket damp. Calum nipped at your clit and you felt him slide a finger into you. Another finger was added and he began to thrust his fingers, teeth lightly pulling at your clit. Loud obscene moans fell from your lips and you could feel Calum smile against you. His hand reached up to massage your breast and a thumb ghosted over your nipple. You shuddered at the feeling, your own hands gripping at his hair. His name tumbled from your lips and Calum stopped for a moment, pressing your clit harder.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he requested, lips puffy and sending featherlike kisses to your bikini line.

"I want you," you choked out, already feeling your orgasm bubble up inside you. You lifted onto your elbows to stare at him through hooded eyelids. Calum sat up, hands leaving your body and making you pout in response. He loved when you wore sundresses and the one you were wearing now was making him extremely hard. Your hands reached for the button of his pants and before Calum could even take a breath you had yanked the fabric down. Calum held in a moan when you grabbed his cock. As much as he wanted your lips around it, Calum wanted to be inside you more. You could tell just from the amount of precum that had gathered at the tip.

"You know what I wanna see?" he said, cupping your cheeks and leaning down to kiss you. You kissed back with passion, tasting yourself on his tongue. Calum pulled away and you nodded already knowing what he wanted. Calum stilled when you began to stroke his cock.

"Turn over for me, baby," he said against your lips. Teeth sinking into his bottom lip so he could concentrate on not trying to cum in your hands. You pulled away from him and turned over so that your ass was facing Calum. He smiled at the sight, hands immediately going towards his second favorite part of your body. Calum's hands rubbed over your ass, fingers brushing between your folds once again. You wiggled your ass closer towards his cock and he smiled.

"You just like to tease," you muttered, a small whimper leaving your lips when you felt the head of his cock push into your entrance for just a second and then out again. You frowned in response, balancing yourself on one hand while the other reached back to stroke his cock.

"Ya know I'm getting a bit peck-ish maybe we should eat," Calum teased even more, faking as if he was pulling away from you.

"Calum, I swear if yo-oh fuck," you grunted at the feeling of Calum pushing into you deeply. Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself adjusting to him being inside you. Calum swallowed hard, his own eyes closed and breath shallow. When you stopped pulsating around him, Calum began a slow thrust. His hips snapped into yours at a steady pace and you started to push back against him to meet his pace. One hand gripped tightly at your hip while the other snaked its way up the side of your body. Calum leaned forward a little and sent a kiss to your spine. Loud moans tumbled from your lips and he held you close as you lifted up until your back was flush against his chest. Calum moaned into your ear making you wetter than before. He knew how much you loved to hear him moan. Knew you wanted to hear how good you made him feel.

"Just so wonderful," he whispered, peppering the side of your neck in kisses. You went back down to rest on your forearms and his pace increased. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixing into the songs of the birds. There had been so much sexual tension between the two of you since the day started. Small touches here and there, Calum sucking into the skin of your neck. He had been holding out for a while.

"I'm not gonna last long," Calum warned, fingers reaching down to rub at your clit. Electricity shot through you, your skin feeling a bit raw as your body moved against the fabric of the blanket. Your nipples were hard and you pinched at it. The two of you were loud, and Calum pulled out of you. You turned over to face him and Calum spread your legs open, curling his hips into yours until he was deep inside you again. His face rested in the crook of your neck, and your head turned to the side to capture his lips onto yours. You moaned into his mouth beginning to feel your orgasm approaching. Calum hiked your leg up higher, going in at a different angle and hitting at your g-spot. You squeezed yourself around his cock creating more friction. You knew what would happen, feeling him twitch inside you. "If you're not careful you gon-" swears flew from Calum's lips, when you repeated the action. Your hand reached between your bodies and you rubbed at your clit, hips rotating up to match Calum's pace. You were on the brink of a release and wanted Calum to come along with you. You sucked on Calum's sweet spot and clenched around his cock once again. His body stiffened above yours and your back arched off the ground as you reached your high. Calum quickly pulled out, one hand going down to finger you through your high, while the other pumped his cock as he came over your stomach. After a minute or so his fingers slowed within you. He was panting hard and rested his forehead against yours.

The two of you sat in silence, allowing your breaths to even out. Calum laid down next to you, a goofy grin on his face when you made eye contact with him.

"Well I've definitely worked up an appetite but now I'm sleepy," you laughed, looking down at his pool of cum on your stomach. Calum sat up to reach into the picnic basket. He pulled out some napkins and the macaroni salad you had packed. Your eyes lit up at the food and you hummed in happiness when he handed it over with a fork.

"You packed a feast," Calum said, beginning to clean his release off you. You glanced at your surroundings as you ate, mumbling a 'thank you' towards Calum for cleaning you up.

"Are these wildflowers?" you questioned with a smirk.

CALUM HOOD...

my favorite part

feather

i told them about you

you are in love

And for you I keep my legs apart and forget about my Tainted Heart

tags: smut, uh illupdate this later

word count: 3,829 words

pairing: calum hood/reader

a/n: did not proofread, currently writing this with a fever

WARNING! RPF CONTENT DONT LIKE DONT READ

The vibrations in Ashton's house were so strong that you could swear you could feel them inside your chest. You leaned against the kitchen archway, a drink hanging loosely from your hand, people watching.

You knew that Calum would be here. The thought was almost laughable; he hadn't left Ashton's side in 15 years. Why would he now? Especially not on his birthday

Ashton had texted you earlier a frantic string of anxious emojis begging you, “pls come, it's my bday and im stuck in the middle of u two drama queens, but I miss you.” You replied with a simple “wouldn't miss it”, and you actually meant it, even after all that had happened the last few months

you had broken up with Calum three months ago, a simple fight, that escalated quickly, got out of hand, you both had your own baggage, that had to be fixed, but you both knew that even before you started dating, but you ignored it, it just kept building unitl it blew up, if youre being honest, you saw it coming.

You hadnt seen him since then, when he slammed your front door that night. His name would light up your phone on the nightstand, over and over. But you were dealing with your own problems, and you didn’t have the energy to fix what was already falling apart. Looking back, you know you were a dick. You let the calls ring out until eventually they stopped.

Getting tired of standing by the kitchen, you pushed off the wall and made your way into the crowd. You'd noticed earlier that Calum wasn't there yet, which was surprising for him, he was usually the first to show up for Ashton. You wondered if he thought about you.

You found Ashton, he grinned when he saw you, and pulled you into a sweaty hug that smelled like beer and whatever expensive cologne he’d thrown on earlier.

You ended up in a loose circle with some friends or his, none that you actually knew, all of you half-yelling over the music just to hold a conversation. It wasn’t graceful, they laughed at jokes that probably weren’t that funny, atleast by you could tell. Someone handed you a shot, strong, and you took it, wincing as it went down.

At some point, you realized you were drunk already, dancing a little on your own, and you stopped checking the door, not actually meaning to.

And then he finally walked in. You didn't notice him at first, but you felt the goosebumps in your skin before your brain actually processed it. There he was, Calum. He looked the same, you thought, of course he did, only a couple months had passed, you noticed his eyes scanned the room, looking for the birthday boy, but, by chance, they landed on you.

You saw the shift in his gaze, it softened, taking you in, it lingered, you probably had outdone yourself today, you definitely put on effort, the skimpy little black dress you were wearing, for him only, and suddenly a wave of embarrassment and realizationwashed over you, it almost sobered you out.

He gave you a small nod from across the room, and you lifted your drink slightly in acknoweledgment, you wernt sure of what to do, and your heart was trying to punch its way out of your damn chest.

Ashton got to him first, pulling him into a loud, back-slapping hug. You watched them dap each other up like your entire history wasn’t standing ten feet away, pretending to be fine. But then again, Ashton always seemed to exist on another planet entirely.

Calum laughed at something Ashton said, but his eyes kept drifting back to you, over Ashton’s shoulder, then he finally decided on something and started walking in your direction.

You quickly smoothed down the front of your dress and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Hey,” he said, voice low.

“Hey,” you answered back, matching his quiet tone.

There was a silence, the kind of silence that felt heavy with everything you weren’t saying.

He wanted to talk. You could see it in the restless way he shifted his weight, in the way he’d hesitate to take a step closer, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

You took matters into your own hands.

“You’re late,” you said, your voice sounding strangely calm. “Ashton’s designated best friend. Shameful.”

He took a slow sip of his beer before answering, his voice low. “Couldn’t decide if I was coming. Sat in my car for twenty minutes down the block like a creep.”

“What decided you?”

He finally turned his head to look at you. In the fragmented light from the party, his eyes were unreadable. “Ashton said you were definitely coming. Said you’d promised.” A pause. “I guess I wanted to see if you kept your promises to other people.”

The words landed like a physical blow, sharp and deserved. You winced, looking down at your hands. “That’s fair.”

The awkwardness was still there, but it had changed shape again. It was now charged with the friction of direct contact, of words actually being spoken.

“This is so fucked,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, shaking his head again. “I had a whole… thing planned. ‘Hey, how are you, you look good, cool, see you around.’ But now that you’re here…” He trailed off, his gaze sweeping over you, from your face down to your dress, and back to your face. There was no anger in his look. It was pure, undiluted conflict. “Now that you’re here, all I can think about is that night. And all the times I called you after.”

“Calum, I—”

“Don’t,” he cut you off, his voice tight. “Don’t apologize here. Not in the middle of this.” He gestured vaguely behind him. “I can’t… I can’t do the polite thing. I thought I could, but I can’t.” He pushed off the doorframe, standing to his full height, his body angled toward you, blocking out some of the noise. The intensity in his eyes was quite frightening. “Is there somewhere we can go? To actually talk? Somewhere that isn’t… here?”

The request hung in the air. It was a threshold. Going with him meant diving headfirst into the mess you’d both avoided for months. Staying meant another hour of this agonizing trouble.

You thought of the fight, of the things you’d both said that were true and cruel. You thought of the baggage you’d brought in, the baggage he’d carried, and how you’d just started hurling it at each other instead of setting it down.

You nodded, once. “Ashton’s office,” you suggested

He didn’t smile. Just nodded back. “Okay.”

He led the way, cutting through the crowd with a quiet determination that had people immediately moving aside. You followed, the satin of your dress whispering against your thighs, your heart hammering frantically against your ribs. This was it. The conversation. The one you’d been avoiding all along finally near the corner.

He found the door, tried the handle. He pushed it open, holding it for you. You stepped into the dark, quiet room. He followed, closing the door behind him.

The silence was absolute. The thick walls muted the party to a faint, distant. A streetlamp outside cast a pale glow across the carpet, illuminating the floating particles of dust. The room smelled like Ashton’s citrus-scented cleaner.

For a moment, you both just stood there in the semi-darkness, two silhouettes frozen in the aftermath of decision.

Calum broke the stillness first. He set his beer bottle down on thecluttered desk with a definitive clink. Then he turned to face you, his arms crossing over his chest, a defensive posture that did nothing to hide the obvious vulnerability on his face.

“Okay,” he said, his voice quiet. “We’re here. Now talk. Or I will. Because I have… a lot to say.”

You tried, you really tried to organize your thoughts, get something out, quickly, find an excuse, all because the truth seemed too tame.

He interrumpted your string of thought, “You broke up with me,” he started, his voice low. It was charged with suppressed energy. “We were a mess. That fight… it was meant to happen eventually. I get it. But you don’t get to just disappear.” He uncrossed his arms, his hands flexing with tension at his sides.

“Ninety-four calls. Ninety-four. You think I didn’t get the message after ten? After twenty? I got it. Loud and fucking clear. But I kept calling and texting because I thought… I don’t know what I thought. That maybe, you’d pick up and just… breathe into the phone so I knew this wasn't over.”

Guilt coiled in your stomach. You silenced as a necessary distance. Hearing it from his side, it sounded like straight-up cruelty. “I was dealing with things,” you said, but the defense sounded weak even to your own ears.

“We all are.” The words burst out of him, frustrated. He took a step forward, invading the space between you. The smell of him—cigarettes, beer, and that unique scent—washed over you, a sensory memory that made your knees feel weak. “That’s the whole point! You don’t get to use your baggage as a free pass to ghost someone who was in the trenches with you. I saw you at your worst. You saw me at mine. That meant something. Or was I wrong?”

“You weren’t wrong,” you whispered, the confession pulled from somewhere deep and fucking damaged.

“Then what was it?” he demanded, his eyes searching your face, desperate for an answer. “Was it me? Was it something I said that night? Just… give me the sentence. Give me the thing that made you decide I wasn’t worth a two-second ‘I’m alive, fuck off’ text.”

It was the hurt in his voice, more than the anger, that undid you.

“It was everything you said,” you admitted, your own voice gaining strength. “You were right, Calum! We are broken. We were trying to use each other as a goddamn bandaid, and it wasn’t working. Every call that lit up my screen felt like a demand. A demand for me to be okay, or to make you okay, and I had nothing left. I was empty. I saw your name and I just… shut down. It was easier than trying to explain.”

He stared at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The streetlight glow caught the sheen of unshed tears in his eyes, and the sight was like a punch to your throat. You’d never seen Calum this destroyed. Not even during the worst of it.

“Easier for who?” he asked, barely audible.

The room seemed to shrink, the walls pressing in. All the noise, the music, the party, the world, it ceased to exist. There was only this charged space between you, crackling with three months of unresolved static.

“I’m sorry,” you said, the words finally breaking free. They weren’t enough. They were pathetic little things. But they were true. “I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up. I’m sorry I let you wonder. It wasn’t about you not being worth it. It was about me being lost.”

He didn’t answer for a long moment. He just looked at you, his expression shifting from anger to a profound sadness.

Then, he did something completely unexpected. He let out a short, humorless laugh and rubbed his hand over his face.

“God, we’re a pair” he muttered. “Two drowning people trying to throw each other a life preserver made of lead.”

A faint, shaky smile touched your lips. “Pretty much.”

Another step. He was close enough now that you could see the individual flecks of darker brown in his irises, could count the faint freckles across the bridge of his nose that only appeared in summer. The defensive energy was shifting away, being replaced by something else, something that was heavier.

“I missed you,” he said, the simple admission landing with more weight than all the angry words that he'd said before. “It’s a stupid, cliche thing to say, but it’s just true. I missed your stupid commentary on the movies we watch. I missed the way you steal all the blankets. I missed the sound of your keys in the door.” His gaze dropped to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “I missed this. Just… standing near you. Even when it’s the worst that could happen to me.”

Your breath hitched. The memory of his touch, his kiss, the way his body fit against yours—it all came rushing back not as a memory, but as a need, a physical ache that echoed.

“I missed you too,” you breathed. “Even when I was ignoring you.”

He reached out then, slowly, as if giving you every chance to pull away. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from your cheek, tucking it behind your ear. The touch was electric, that traveled straight down your spine. His fingertips lingered on the sensitive skin just below your ear, his thumb stroking slowly along your jawline.

“This is a terrible idea,” he murmured, his eyes locked on where his skin met yours. “We haven’t fixed anything. We’re still the same broken people.”

“I know,” you whispered, leaning infinitesimally into his touch.

“We should go back out there. Be adults. Make a plan to get coffee and talk about our feelings.”

“We should.”

His other hand came up, mirroring the first, so he was cradling your face. His warmth settled into you, melting. His thumbs traced the arches of your cheekbones.

“I don’t want to go back out there,” he confessed, his voice dropping to a husk rasp. The sound vibrated through his hands and into your bones.

“Me either.”

The confession settled there, the final thread of pretending. The talking was over. The months of silence, the hurt, and the guilt—it was all just fuel now, feeding a different, more urgent fire.

He closed the last inch of space.

His kiss wasn’t like any you’d shared before. It wasn’t like the sweet kisses of your early days, or the passionate ones of your better times. This felt different. It was desperate and hungry, with an apology fused.

His lips moved over yours, and you met him with equal emotion, your hands flying up to grip the front of his black t-shirt, fisting the soft cotton, pulling him closer, like you were afraid he would dissapear

He made a low sound against your mouth, half relief, half something that had been held in too long—and it made your chest tighten. His tongue swept against yours, tasting of beer and a deeper, familiar flavor that was him. His hand settled at your waist like it'd always belonged there. Finally being in the same place again.

One of his hands slid from your face, down the column of your neck, over the bare skin of your shoulder exposed by the dress’s strap. His fingers traced the line of your collarbone, then dipped lower, skimming over the satin covering the swell of your breast. You arched into the touch, a soft, needy sound escaping you.

He broke the kiss with a gasp, resting his forehead against yours as you both breathed heavily. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide in the dim light.

But you were conflicted. “Tell me to stop,” you breathed, your voice wrecked. “Tell me this is a mistake and we should walk out that door right now.”

He didn’t tell you to stop. You shifted your hands from his shirt to the hem of it, sliding your palms underneath, feeling the hot, smooth skin of his stomach, the firm muscles tensing under your touch. You pushed upwards.

He understood, and in one swift motion, he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. The light painted his torso in planes of light and shadow, the familiar dip of his collarbones, his tattoos, and the dusting of dark hair trailing downward.

You’d missed this. God, you’d missed him.

He shivered. Then his mouth was on yours again, hotter, more insistent. His hands went to your hips, gripping the slippery satin, bunching it in his fists as he walked you backward until your legs hit the edge of the wooden desk.

“Up,” he mandated.

You lifted yourself onto the desk. He stepped between your thighs, pushing them apart, and the intimate contact with your core made you gasp. He leaned into you, his bare chest pressing against the thin cloth of your dress. You could feel the frantic hammering of his heart against your own.

His mouth left yours to trail down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spots of your throat. You tipped your head back, a moan slipping out. “Calum…”

He made another one of those approving sounds. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the dress higher and higher until it was gathered all around your waist. The cool air of the office made contact with your exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat that his gaze made you feel when he looked down at you. His eyes were clouded with desire.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, the words raw. “It actually hurts to look at you.”

His fingers hooked into the sides of your underwear.

He pulled the delicate fabric down your legs and dropped it to the floor. Then his hands were back on your skin, his thumbs stroking your sensitive inner flesh. You watched his hands on you in awe.

When his fingers finally found your core, you were already wet and embarrassingly so. The first brush of his fingertips drew a sharp gasp from you. He groaned, a visceral sound.

“Jesus,” he breathed, his fingers sliding through your slick, circling, exploring with a focus that made your toes curl against the wooden desk. “All this… for me? After everything?”

You couldn’t speak. You could only nod, your head falling back as he found your clit, applying a torturous pressure.

Your back arched off the desk, a broken cry “Oh god… right there, please…”

He worked you with skill, he so knew what you liked, winding you tighter and tighter. His other arm braced beside your head, his body caging you in. You clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, anchoring yourself as the sensations were too much.

“I need to be inside you,” he gritted out, his own control clearly hanging by a thread.

“I can’t wait. I don’t have a condom. I didn’t plan… fuck, I didn’t plan any of this.”

It was reckless, and it was stupid, all of this, but you didn’t care about any of it. You cared about the man in front of you, and all the months of emptiness and missing.

“It’s okay,” you panted, meeting his gaze. “I’m on the pill. It’s… it’s just us.”

The trust implicit in those words seemed to undo him completely. He fumbled with the button of his jeans, then the zipper, shoving them and his boxers down just enough to free himself. He was hard, fully erect, the tip glistening. He positioned himself at your entrance, the blunt head nudging against your folds.

He looked into your eyes, his own filled with emotion, lust, regret, hope, and fear. “This doesn’t fix anything,” he whispered, a final, shaky anchor to reality.

“I know,” you whispered back.

Then he pushed inside.

It was a slow stretch, a fullness that felt too familiar. You were tight, and he was filling you, and the feeling of that after so long apart, stole the very breath from your lungs. He stilled, buried deep, body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Oh, fuck, you feel… I forgot. I forgot how perfect you feel. How you fit me.”

He began to move.

It wasn’t gentle. He moved with a hard, desperate rhythm that had everything to do with three months of feeling alone and pissed off and missing you so much it hurt. He pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into you, the force of it shoving you up the desk.

The room was quiet except for the sounds you were making. The wet slap of skin, the creak of the old wooden desk, both of you were panting like you'd been running. Little choked noises kept escaping your throat, and you couldn't stop them.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, your ankles hooked at his lower back, pulling him in deeper every time. You matched him, pushing your hips up to meet his thrusts, the friction building a tight, hot pressure low in your stomach. Your hands slid over his sweaty back, grabbing at his shoulders.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice strained.

You blinked your eyes open. They were blurry. His face was right there, strained, his lips parted, curls sticking to his forehead. He held your stare as he pushed into you again, harder, hitting a spot that made your vision flash white.

"It's you," he panted, the words coming out with each drive of his hips. "Always you. No one else. Couldn't be anyone else."

That did it. Hearing him say it like that, all raw, while he was buried deep inside you, it made the pressure snap. Your climax tore through you, it was overwhelming. Your body clenched around him as you arched off the desk.

Feeling you come apart, hearing that sound, broke whatever was left of his control. He drove into you one final time and let go. You felt his whole body shudder and then go limp as he collapsed on top of you, heavy.

For a long minute, there was just the sound of your breathing, ragged and slowing down. The party was still a noise somewhere far away. The desk was digging into your back. Papers were on the floor. Nothing was fixed.

But he was still inside you. His weight was pinning you down. His face was buried in your neck, his breath hot and damp on your skin. His arms were wrapped around you so tight it was almost hard to breathe.

Eventually, he softened and slipped out. He didn't move away. He just sort of gathered you against him, helping you sit up on the edge of the desk. He stayed right there between your legs, his arms around your waist, your foreheads touching.

Neither of you said anything. What was there to say? You'd either said it or fucked it out of your systems.

He finally leaned back just enough to look at, you were both sweaty and sticky and a complete mess.

pretty when you cry

toxic!cal can’t resist teasing u ://

ThankU so much!!!! i Homestly didn’t know how to incorporate any Smut into this so there’s not any butThere’s still Makinf out so i hope that’s Ok xxxx 🦄🦄🦄🦄 warnings: toxic!cal, bit of praise, making out 💋💋

calum knew exactly how to get under your skin. it was like a sport to him, like he collected every one of your soft spots just to press them until you cracked. the argument started over nothing—something small, stupid, like him showing up late again or you asking one too many questions about where he’d been.

his voice was sharp, biting in that low, deliberate way. “god, you’re so exhausting sometimes.”

you tried to fight back, words trembling out, but it was useless. your throat tightened, eyes burning, and before you knew it you were blinking back tears.

calum saw it happen. he always did. the way your lip trembled, the way your hands shook when you crossed your arms, like you were trying to hold yourself together. and instead of softening, he leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, mouth curling into that smug half-smile.

“there it is,” he said quietly, almost satisfied. “knew i’d win.”

you turned away, swiping at your cheeks, muttering, “you’re an asshole.”

but then—you felt it. the weight of his arms sliding around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. his chin rested heavy on your shoulder, and you could hear the smirk in his voice when he murmured, “yeah, but you’ll still let me hold you.”

your breath hitched, every part of you screaming to push him away, but your body betrayed you. because calum was warm. calum was safe, even when he was the reason you were crying.

his fingers traced circles against your hips, slow, lazy, like he had all the time in the world. “see?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “you can’t stay mad at me. you need me too much.”

you hated that he was right. hated that you melted into him, that your tears stained his shirt while he pressed soft kisses to your temple like nothing had happened.

calum tightened his grip, smug and certain, whispering, “good girl,” against your hair.

his arms stayed locked around you, and for a moment you thought maybe he’d go quiet, let you cry yourself out against his chest. but calum was never that simple. he shifted closer, nose brushing against your hair, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“baby,” he murmured, voice low, dragging out the word until it melted into you. “don’t cry. you know i can make it better.”

his mouth trailed lower, pressing soft kisses along the side of your neck. you shivered despite yourself, hating how easy it was for him to unravel you after he’d just torn you apart.

“stop,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “don’t—”

“don’t what?” he smirked against your skin, his breath hot, his tone smug. “don’t kiss you? don’t touch you? or don’t remind you how much you need me?”

you swallowed hard, tears slipping fresh down your cheeks as his lips found the spot just under your jaw, the one that made your knees weak every damn time. his hands slid up your sides, slow and steady, holding you like you were fragile porcelain only he had the right to handle.

“look at you,” he whispered, almost reverent, though his words were lined with cockiness. “shaking in my arms. you can’t stay mad, not when i’ve got you like this.”

“calum…” you tried again, but the protest died in your throat, turned into a broken sigh when his teeth grazed your neck.

“shh,” he soothed, though it sounded more like a command. “let me take care of you. let me make it better.”

your hands, traitorous as ever, curled into the fabric of his shirt. you hated how easy it was—how every word, every kiss, every touch slid right past your defenses like he’d built them himself. and maybe he had.

he pulled back just enough to tilt your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. they gleamed in the dim light, dark and certain, his smirk softening into something more dangerous—because it was tender, but only because he knew he’d won.

“that’s it,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “just fall into me. you always do.”

and you did. every time.

his lips were already at the corner of your mouth when you caved, tilting your head just enough to meet him. the kiss started soft—almost apologetic—but calum never stayed soft for long. he pressed harder, tasting the salt of your tears, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck like he owned every inch of you.

you let out a broken little sigh against his mouth, and he caught it instantly, pulling back just far enough to smirk down at you.

“hear that?” he murmured, thumb stroking along your jaw. “that’s the sound of you giving in.”

“shut up,” you mumbled, but the words lost all their bite when he kissed you again, deeper this time. his tongue brushed yours, slow and deliberate, and your knees nearly buckled.

he laughed into the kiss, low and dark, pulling you closer until your chest was flush against his. “god, you’re so easy,” he whispered between breaths. “one little fight, a few tears, and you’re still letting me have you.”

you gripped his shirt, nails digging into the fabric, hating how much you wanted him and how much he knew it.

his mouth moved to your jaw, then down your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that had you tilting your head back without thinking. “look at you,” he teased, lips dragging against your skin. “pretending you’re mad when all you really want is me.”

“you’re an ass,” you breathed, but your voice cracked, giving you away completely.

he grinned, kissing you again, harder, swallowing the sound of your protest. when he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your lips swollen, his eyes dark and shining with triumph.

“say whatever you want, baby,” calum whispered, brushing his nose against yours. “your mouth lies, but your body? your body never does.”

his lips crashed back onto yours before you had the chance to breathe, urgent and unrelenting. the kiss was hungry, like he had something to prove. his mouth moved against yours with practiced ease, tongue slipping past your lips when you parted for him, and he groaned low in his throat like he’d been waiting for this all night.

you whimpered into the kiss, fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt, dragging him closer. he smirked against your mouth, pulling back just an inch to look at you—your swollen lips, your glassy eyes.

“there she is,” he whispered, cocky and soft at the same time. “my good girl, finally giving in.”

you hated how right he was, hated how your chest heaved as you leaned up to chase his mouth again. he let you, laughing under his breath before kissing you deeper, tongue sliding slow and deliberate against yours.

his hands roamed—one splayed over your back, pressing you into him, the other cupping your jaw, tilting your head just how he wanted. every move was controlling, claiming, like he wanted to remind you he had you exactly where he wanted.

your breaths came out ragged between kisses, lips parting and meeting again, over and over, until you were dizzy. calum swallowed every sound you made, pulling back only to murmur against your lips, “knew you’d cave. you always do.”

when you gasped for air, he dipped back down to kiss along your jaw, his tongue dragging teasingly against your skin. you shuddered, nails scraping lightly at his shoulders, and he chuckled, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down your neck before finding your lips again.

“mmm,” he hummed into your mouth, tasting you like it was his favorite sin. “you’re even sweeter when you’re mad at me.”

you kissed him back harder this time, frustration bleeding into the desperation, your tongue meeting his in a messy clash that left you both breathless.

5sos: *posts tiktok with calum wearing eyeliner to presumably promote the ‘im not okay’ music video*

lord have mercy 🙇🏾‍♀️

Calum for Unraveled Edit Magazine

and i’m just sleeping next to you, sad eyes

MasterList

5 Seconds of Summer Masterlist

Plot: you're engaged to Ashton when you find out he cheated Calum comes up with a genius idea for revenge.

I never thought the moment would come when Ashton would look me in the eyes and tell me he’d broken the promise we’d built our future on.

It was supposed to be a quiet night in, the sort of evening where we’d cook something simple and sit curled up together on the sofa, maybe argue over what film to put on. Instead, I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, my phone still lit up in my hand with the string of messages I’d just received.

A girl I didn’t know a stranger with glossy hair and a Tokyo city backdrop in her photos had sent me a message that made my stomach twist into knots.

He didn’t tell you, did he? I have videos. You deserve to know.

When I’d shown Ashton the screen, his face drained of colour. He hadn’t denied it. He hadn’t even tried.

Now, he stood in front of me, pacing, hands dragging through his hair as though that might undo the words hanging between us.

“It was six months ago,” he said, almost desperate. “It was one night, it meant nothing. I swear to you, nothing. I didn’t tell you because...because it would’ve destroyed you.”

I laughed, but it wasn’t humour that bubbled up. It was sharp, ugly disbelief. “Six months? Ashton, that was six months ago. So what were you just never going to tell me? Hoping it would vanish if you ignored it?”

His eyes darted to me, wide, pleading. “I thought...I thought if I kept it quiet, it would just… fade. I didn’t want to lose you. I love you. You’re everything.”

“Everything?” My voice cracked. “Everything, yet you had no problem throwing it all away in Tokyo?”

He flinched, and for a moment guilt flickered across his face. But then came the excuses tour stress, loneliness, too much to drink, the hollow confession that he’d hated himself afterwards. Every word chipped further at the version of him I thought I knew.

I slipped the engagement ring from my finger. My hand shook, but my voice didn’t. “You don’t get to stand here and dress betrayal up as a mistake. You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle. That was my choice, and you stole it from me.”

He stepped forward, reaching out. “Y/N, please, don’t do this. We can fix it. We’re supposed to get married.”

I pulled back. “We were supposed to get married. Past tense.”

The silence that fell was suffocating. His chest rose and fell, desperate, but I couldn’t stand to hear another excuse. I left the ring on the dresser and walked out, the door closing on the sound of his broken voice.

A month later, the ache was still there. Not as raw, but like a bruise I couldn’t quite stop pressing. Nights were the worst quiet, endless.

So when my friend dragged me along to a house party, I told myself it was a chance to breathe again. Music thumped through the walls, lights casting everything in a warm, blurred haze. I’d only been there half an hour when a familiar voice caught my ear.

“Y/N?”

I turned, and there he was Calum. Taller than I remembered, hair a little messy from the heat of the room, a drink in his hand. He smiled, surprised and warm, the kind of smile that reached his eyes.

“Cal,” I said, relief threading through me. Of all the people I could’ve run into, he was the one who felt safe.

A SITUATIONSHIP WITH CALUM…

some nsfw content ahead. mdni.

constant “you up?” texts, even if you’re thousands of miles apart. he likes checking up on you.

sending each other instagram reels. he’ll send you stuff about tarot cards, you’ll send him cooking videos or recipes you want to try.

if he’s on tour or busy doing press for a new 5sos project, nudes are your go-to. you send a photo wearing no shirt and skimpy underwear? you bet he’s sending you a shirtless photo back, prompting you to take off your clothes.

5SOS CONCERT🎸💿✨

Lazy Day

Nick Bosa x Reader

Requested: no

Warnings: smut

Since it’s the off season, Nick has been out golfing a lot with his buddies. Today, he wanted to have a lazy day and spend time with you. It’s 4pm and you guys have just been binge watching shows on tv. Nick has been horny all day and has been wanting to fuck you hard.

You decided to go change into your swim suit and go swim out back. When Nick saw you come back out with your bathing suit on, it drove him wild. He followed you outside, picked you up before you got in the pool and took you inside to the bedroom.

“What the hell?” You said chuckling as he laid you on the bed.

“What?” He asked.

“Why’d you bring me in here? I was going to swim.” You whined.

“I’ve been so horny today and seeing you in this.” He paused looking you up and down while licking his lips and biting his lip. “Drove me over the edge and I gotta fuck you.” He said rubbing himself through his shorts.

You smirked while looking down at his hard on. You pulled him down into a heated kiss. As you both were making out, he untied your top and bottoms and threw it on the floor. He moaned at the site of you naked in front of him. You pulled his shorts and boxers off. His cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach. You moaned at the site and got really wet. He leaned down and started kissing your neck. As he was doing that, his tip was teasing your entrance. You were a moaning mess.

“Use your words baby. What do you want?” He asked smirking.

“Please.” You moaned.

“Please what?” He asked getting you to talk.

“Please baby. Please fuck me hard.” You moan.

He smirks while teasing your entrance. You are a moaning mess below him.

“Please fuck me or let me ride you. I need you inside me.” You whine.

You’ve ridden him one other time and he loved it so he’s willing to let you do it again. He flipped over onto his back while getting into the side table drawer to grab a condom. He tore it open and rolled in on. You flipped over onto him.

You guided his cock inside you as you sat yourself onto him. He put his hands on your hips to help guide you and keep you in place. You both moan loudly. You started bouncing up and down on him. Now he was a moaning mess below you.

“Fuck. You’re tight. God you feel amazing around me.” He moans thrusting up into you hitting your sweet spot.

“Oh fuck.” You moan.

He guides you off him and flips you over. He reinserts himself into you. He thrusts into you hard, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

“I’m not going to last much longer.” You moan.

He reaches between you both and rubs your clit while continuing to thrust into you hard.

“Oh fuck. Just like that baby. Feels so amazing.” You moan.

“God you take me so well baby.” He moans thrusting a little harder into you.

You moan loudly.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck.” You moan rolling your eyes.

“Cum for me baby. Release your sweet juices all over me. I’m cumming too.” He says.

“Cum for me daddy. You fuck me so good.” You moan loudly, cumming hard around his thick cock.

He pulls his hand away as his thrusts get slower and cums. He slowly pulls out and throws out the condom.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He says chuckling while laying next to you.

“It was.” You say.

“Let’s order take out. I’m hungry.” He says laughing.

“I’m fine with that.” You say

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” You said.

Super Bowl

Nick Bosa x Reader

Requested: yes! this is for my bestie @iamahoeforjoe ♥️

Warning: none

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You’ve lived with Nick since he started at Ohio State. His last year at Ohio State, he asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes. When the NFL Draft 2019 rolled around, he got drafted to San Francisco and you felt pretty disappointed that he was moving to the other side of the country. “Y/N, move to San Francisco with me.” He says. “Really?” You ask all excited. “Yes really. I want you there with me.” He says smiling. “I’m coming with you, baby” you say. You guys move out to San Francisco, you get an amazing new job, and you have gotten along with all the wives and girlfriends from the team. The Niners had an amazing regular season and played great during the playoffs. They ended up making it to the Super Bowl to play against the Cheifs and you guys were so excited and happy. It’s finally the day of the Super Bowl. You and Nick are getting ready to head to the stadium and you’re so happy Nick has made it this far. You guys leave to go to the stadium and meet his family there. You guys get to the stadium and meet up with his family and you guys talk for a while before Nick has to go to the locker room. “I gotta get to the locker room and get ready for the game guys. I’ll see ya after wards.” He says. “Good luck, Nick” you all say. “I love you, baby” he says. “I love you too, honey.” You say as he kisses you quickly before he heads to the locker room. Shortly after Nick left, you, Nick’s brother Joey, and his parents go to your seats to watch the game.

*after the game*

Scream

Nick Bosa x Reader

Requested: yes

Warnings: smut. cursing.

Smut Prompt List: 2. Make me

17. I’m going to have you screaming by the end of the night

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Nick was gone for practice so you got some things done around the house while he was gone. You felt a little disgusting when you were done cleaning up around the house so you got into the shower. You knew Nick was going to be home shortly from practice. You were still in the shower when he got home and he heard you in there so he came up to the bedroom and sat on your guys shared bed while waiting on you to come out.

You got out of the shower and dried yourself off and wrapped your towel around your body. Your boobs were spilling over the top of the towel a little bit you didn’t care so you walked out and went to head to your walk-in closet to put some clothes on. You didn’t expect Nick to be sitting on the bed when you walked out so you jumped a little when you saw him. He looked you up and down and licked his lips. You saw him do that and you knew what he was thinking. You continued walking to toward the closet while smirking.

“You would look so much better with the towel on the floor. I think you should take it off.” He says smirking.

“Oh really? Make me.” You say turning around and walking into the closet to pick something out to wear.

Nick walks up behind you and sets his hands on your waist and starts to kiss your neck. You bite your lip to hold back your moans. His hands come around to the front of you and goes up the front of you to the top of your towel. He grabs where the towel meets and unwraps it and lets it drop to the floor. He grabs both of your breast in his large hands and massages them while pinching and twisting your nipples.

“I wanna hear that pretty mouth of yours moan for me baby. I know you want to honey.” He whispers in your ear.

He pulls you closer to him and you feel his bulge against you. He continues to kiss your neck and you moan loudly. He leads you over to the bed and you help him strip out of his clothes. He lays you down on the bed and hovers over you.

“I’m gonna have you screaming by the end of the night.” He says wrapping your legs around his waist while his tip is sitting at your entrance.

“Please fuck me already baby.” You moan.

He slowly pushes into you and you moan as your eyes roll back. He picks up the pace and fucks into you hard. You knew that you’re going to be sore in the morning but you could care less right now.

“Oh fuck baby. Oh hell right there.” You moan as he hit your sweet spot.

You wrap you arms around him and scratch down his back.

“You make me feel so full and so good daddy.” You moan.

That’s the first time you’ve ever called him that and he let out a loud moan.

“God baby. Call me that again.” He moans thrusting into you hard.

“Fuck daddy. Right there. You make me feel so fucking good.” You scream.

“That’s it baby scream for me. Let everyone know who’s making you feel so damn good.” He moans in your ear.

He was deep inside you that you felt so full and it felt so amazing. He reached down between the two of you and started to rub your clit with his thumb. You scratch down his back again while moaning loudly.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum daddy. Oh hell.” You moan clenching around him.

“Oh shit. Fuck baby. Cum for me princess. I’m gonna cum too.” He moans.

“Cum for me daddy.” You scream.

Your legs start to shake from all the pleasure and you cum hard all over him. You feel him twitch inside you and he pulls out of you and you whine as he releases his warm thick load on your stomach. You scoop some of his cum that’s on your stomach onto your finger and bring it up to your mouth and suck it off your fingers. Nick lets out a moan watching you do that.

“That was hot watching you do that just now.” He says.

You wink at him and giggle in response. He goes into the bathroom and grabs a towel and cleans the rest of you up. He wraps you up in his arms and kisses the top of your head.

“That was amazing baby. I love you.” You say looking up at him.

“I love you too honey. Yes it was amazing. Honestly I think you should call me daddy from now on. I loved it when you called me that.” He said laughing.

“It just slipped when I said it. I didn’t realize you had a daddy kink.” You say laughing with him.

“I didn’t either until you said it. Let’s get some sleep baby.” He says.