Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), choking, a few ass smacks, all the good stuff.
A/N: First smut! Hey-o! I’ve read a ton of smut and written a couple of random smutty blurbs, but I didn’t know how I’d be writing it myself. Overall, kinda happy with how this turned out even though it’s a little wordy. Feedback is appreciated, even encouraged. Fingers cross it doesn’t suck!
There’s a lot of things about Calum that turn you on. The way his voice sounds in morning, and the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and his hands when he plays the piano. Especially, how he looks after he gets out the shower, a towel slung low on his hips, dripping wet and hair extra curly. But nothing, nothing, turns you on like seeing Cal on stage, in his element. His head bopping to the beat, the way his fingers fly over his bass, how good he looks in that night’s outfit, and how at ease he is up there, with his brothers, content and happy.
There’s also what usually happens after shows that gets your blood pumping quicker. You know how restless Cal gets after shows, how all that adrenaline and energy, has got to go somewhere. So when Cal glances at you with a smirk as Youngblood is about to end, you feel your body tighten up with anticipation. The boys finish up the song, take their bow, and spend a few minutes with the audience before jogging off stage.
You’re bouncing on your toes a little, excited to get your hands on him. He slows his jog to a stroll as he nears you and you can’t help but trail your eyes down his body. He’s wearing that damn Playboy button up, that he looks practically edible in, tucked into black pants, and a pair of black, leather boots. Such a simple outfit yet he pulls it off so fucking well. He’s in front of you now and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“Hey, baby girl,” he says, low, raspy. He gives you no time to respond before he leans down and presses his lips to yours. Your knees go a little slack and you melt into him. Pulling away with a smile, he slings his arm over your shoulder, walking you two back to the green room. “How’d you like the show?” he asks as you both turn down a random hallway. You silently hope Calum knows where he’s going, because, honestly, all these hallways looks the same to you.
“Ehhh, it was alright,” you say, shrugging your shoulders gently.
“Just alright? Really?” he questions, looking down at you, furrowing his brows. You look up at him, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible. “I mean, honestly? I got so distracted by the hot bass player that I kind of forgot to pay attention to the songs.” His face breaks into a grin, chuckling.
“Oh, yeah?” he mutters as he stops walking and you have no idea where you are, some random hallway that you don’t think is anywhere near the green room. He stops walking and looks around, looking for any onlookers. Once he sees it’s clear, he walks you backwards into the wall behind you, a smirk on his face. “You thought this bass player was hot, eh?” His voice is low and rough and it goes straight to your core. You instinctively tilt your head back to lean against the wall, baring your throat to the man in front of you. An act of submission or plea for him to put him to put his lips on you, you’re not really sure. Maybe a little of both.
You nod, widening your eyes. “Oh, yeah. He was an absolute babe! Couldn’t stop staring at his fingers while he was playing. I just kept wondering what else those fingers were good at.” His body is pressed up against yours now, hand sitting just under your breasts, and you swear you can feel his heart racing against your chest. Then again that could just been your own furious heartbeat. You need to have your hands on him now, so you wrap both arms around his neck, pulling his face down to yours. You kiss this cheek, and then the corner of his mouth before finally pressing your lips to his. Taking his bottom lip in between your teeth, tugging on it slightly, you hear him groan. His hands move to sit under the hem of your shirt, on your hips, and his nails are digging into your skin. You welcome the sting for it’s a relief from the throbbing in between your legs.
“What’d you want him to do with his fingers, Y/N? Tell me what you wanted those fingers to do to you.” You bite down on your bottom lip, tugging slightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. You feel the flush on your chest work it’s way up to your face, but you’re quick to respond.
“I was thinking about him putting them in my mouth, letting me get them all nice and wet, so he could play with my pretty little pussy,” you say, voice hoarse, clenching your thighs to together. He raises his eyebrows and you can see a flush on his cheeks. He’s just as turned on as you are and the thought makes you bite your bottom lip. His hand works it’s way up your side, over your shoulder, your neck, until his fingers are running over your lips. “Open up, baby girl,” he whispers. You obliged quickly, letting his index and middle finger into your mouth. You grip his wrist as you run your tongue over, around, and in between his fingers. His eyes are on your mouth, pupils blown wide, and you can’t help the moan that slips out. You drag your teeth lightly over the tips of his fingers and you feel his cock twitch against your hip.
Cal takes his fingers out of your mouth and runs the wetness over you lips. You let your bottom jaw drop a little, leaving your mouth open for him, and you blink up at him. His eyes follow the movements of his fingers and you feel a surge of wetness in your panties. Running your hand down his chest, over his stomach, to the very prominent bulge Calum is sporting. You grip him through his pants, taking pride in the way Calum’s eyes practically roll back into his head. “You know the whole show I kept thinking about how I wanted to see how fucking hot that bass player would look sliding his cock into me,” you whisper, letting your eyes linger on his lips. “Do you think that he’d be into that? Fucking me into oblivion?”
All of a sudden, Calum pulls away from you and looks up and down the hall way. “What is it? Someone coming?” you ask as you glance around like he had. “No, but I’m not fucking my girl in a hallway. No matter how badly I want to. I think there’s an empty room around here…” he says, taking a few steps back to see further down the hallway. He takes your hand and walks you both a few feet to your right down the hall to a door. He opens it and the room’s dark. He slides his hand around on the wall just inside the door for a light switch. When he finds one, he flips it and light floods the room. It must be an old office; an empty desk, chair, a few filing cabinets are the only items in the room.
Calum looks back at you with a smirk. “Perfect.” You roll your eyes, but you feel your skin burn hotter at the thought of him bending you over that desk. He pulls you into the room and closes the door behind the both of you, locking it. You decided to take control of the situation because if something doesn’t happen soon, you’re sure you’ll self combust.
You push his back against the door and drop to your knees, ignoring the sting of the concrete. You unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them to his knees along with his underwear. His hard length slaps against his stomach, shiny and red. You smirk at him before licking a stripe up your palm and gripping him. He groans and throws his head against the door with a soft bang. You run your thumb over his tip, collecting all the wetness there, before slowly gliding your hand to the bottom of his length. You really want to be a tease back at him, but you also really want to taste him. His hands are in your hair, pulling you lightly towards his cock. “Please, baby… want your mouth.” he begs, digging his nails into your scalp. Deciding to tease him just once last time, you lean forward, eyes on his, licking him from base to tip as slow as you can before engulfing him in your mouth. His hands fist in your hair as you bob up and down on his dick. You suck up on his dick, licking his tip lightly, before lowering your mouth slowly down his length until his tip is brushing the back of your throat. You pull off, inhaling a deep breath, before leaning in to suck the tip of his cock into your mouth, running your mouth over the slit.
“Oh my, god, sweet thing…. you know how to suck my dick so good.” His words go straight to your pussy, and you can feel yourself clench around nothing. Mentally cursing your past self for deciding on jeans tonight, you take a hand off of him to work at the button on your jeans. You open them and rip the zip down before shoving your hand in and down your panties, moaning around him in your mouth at the relief of the pressure on your clit.
“Sucking my dick turn you on, Y/N?” he groans out, tilting your head softly up to face him. You moan an affirmation and rub circles on your clit in sync to the rhythm your mouth is setting on his dick. “You’re so fucking dirty, aren’t you, baby? But only for me, yeah?” You pull off of his dick, swallowing the taste of him. “Only you, Cal,” you whisper, your voice rough, raspy. He reaches down and pulls you up by your shoulders, pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss, his tongue slipping in your mouth and dominating your own. His hands run down your back, over your ass, and he brings one of his hands down in a harsh slap before gripping the backs of your thighs. Jumping up, you wrap your legs around his waist, lips on his neck, biting and sucking a bruise into his neck quickly because you know the second he has you over that desk, you won’t be able to get your hands on him.
He walks the couple of steps to the desk, setting you on the edge of it. The devilish look in his eyes makes your spine tingle. He drags his hands lightly down your sides causing goosebumps to break out over your skin. Bringing his hands to your jeans, he gives them a harsh tug. You giggle a little as you lift your ass to help him as he pulls them down your legs. He kneels down and unzips your boots, tugging them off and tossing them over his shoulder. Your bottom half is naked in seconds thanks to Cal and his quick hands. He stands to his full height and looks at you, leaning back on your hands, looking at him, a smile on your lips. He looks down at your chest and, without realizing it you think, he licks his lips. “Shirt off, sweetheart. Bra, too. I want those tits out now.” You obliged him quickly, too excited for what’s to come to even hesitate.
You pout when you realize he’s practically still dressed. “You’re turn, hot shit.” He pulls his shirt off, throwing it at your face. Barely catching it, you gasp, “Dick!” He shrugs and toes of his boots, wiggling his jeans and boxers off completely. “Your wish is my command.” You can’t help but giggle a little. You love that you can laugh with Cal in intimate situations like this. It makes you feel safe and comfortable, that you’re both so at ease. He steps towards you and you think he’s going to kiss you, so you close your eyes and tilt your head up, but his lips never come. Your eyes flash open, and he’s not in your eye line. That’s when you feel you hands on your thighs, prying them open. You have just enough time to look down and see Cal’s head heading towards your core, before you feel him lick a long stripe up your pussy. Your gasp turns into a moan and your head falls back.
“Jesus Christ, Cal…” you whisper, throwing a leg over his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of his hair in your hand. He’s always so good at this, so always in tune with how you need it. He brings his hand up to your entrance, easing in two of his fingers.
“God, Y/N, you’re soaked. Who you dripping for, baby? That bass player or me?” he groans into your cunt. Usually, you’d chastise him for asking such a silly question, as if any man on this planet effects you the way he does, but you can’t focus with his mouth this close to your pussy and his fingers hitting so deep inside of you. “You, Cal. Fuck, baby. You, it’s always you!” you groan, trying to tilt your hips up into his face. He smirks against your cunt and, if he wasn’t moving his fingers against that spot inside of you so deliciously, you’d smack him.
He sucks your clit into his mouth, his fingers moving faster, and you feel your whole body tighten up. You look down him just as he looks up at you, his eyes practically black. Before you can open your mouth to tell him your close, he pulls his mouth away from your clit just far enough to whisper, “Cum for me, baby. All of over my tongue, come on.” And then he’s back on your clit full force and you feel that familiar building in your stomach and you’re grinding into Cal’s face.
You let out a string of curses as your orgasm washes over you and his fingers don’t stop, working you through it. You feel the tingling dissipate and you release the handful of hair you were gripping and, instead, run your fingers through his hair lightly. You look down at him, your cheeks hot, and he pulls his face away from you and his lips are glistening and red and, God, you want kiss this man. So you do. You reach down, gripping his cheek, pulling him towards you. Your lips meet his halfway and you lick over his bottom lip, tasting yourself on him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull his center into yours and he groans as his aching dick brushes your wet core.
You look up at him under your lashes, as you gently grind your cunt into him, “You gonna fuck me now, Cal, baby?” He bites his bottom lip, look down at his hands that now cover your tits, brushing his thumbs over your nipples. You fall back into the desk, your elbows holding you up as you watch him. He leans down sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, tugging on it lightly. You hiss and then groan at the wonderful shiver that floods your body. He switches breasts, treating the left one the same as the right, and it goes straight to your cunt, making it clench around nothing. “Baby…” you whine.
“Okay, okay. Anything for you, sweet thing.” He steps back, pulling you into a standing position before turning you around so you’re facing the desk. He tucks your hair over your right shoulder and then drags his fingertips softly down your spine. You tremble under his touch, the pleasure going straight your pussy. As he gets close to the swell of your ass, his hand applies more pressure, signaling for you to bend down. You lean forward over the desk, sensitive nipples pressed against the cold wood, your hands splayed next to you. His thighs brush the backs of yours and, holding back a groan, you feel his fingers rub though the wetness in between your legs. Glancing over your shoulder, you see him rub the hand that’s covered in your wetness over his dick, once, twice, three times and then he’s lining up to your entrance. He hesitates for a beat, so you look up only to see his eyes looking back at you.
“You good?” He asks, quietly, and your eyes soften a little at the question. Even after all this time, he still makes the effort to check in with you. Biting your lip, you nod and give him a small smile. “Always good with you, Hood.” He grins back at you before looking back down at where you two are almost connected. He puts one hand on your hip and uses the other to slowly guide himself into your heat. Both of you groan, your head falling to the coolness of the desk. It feels sublime against your heated skin. Cal is working his way into you slowly, slower than you’d like. “Please, Cal…” you all but whimper.
“I know, baby, I know,” he assures you, taking the hand off your hip and running it up your back soothingly. “Gotta go slow, you’re too tight.” This time, the groan that leaves you, is one of frustration. Pushing up to your elbows, you look back over your shoulder him, only to see him biting his lip in concentration. “Cal, I won’t break, I promise. Just go…” You plead with him, your voice practically a whine. Suddenly, he pulls out of you until only his tip is snug in your cunt before slamming back into you so hard your hips hit the edge of the desk. You gasp in surprise before moaning, clenching your walls around him appreciatively.
“Your wish, my command,” he mutters as he places both hands on your hips, setting a fast pace. Your body is shaking the desk under you and you reach out one hand to grip the opposite edge of the desk, trying to anchor yourself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you chant, reveling in how deep Cal’s dick is hitting you. He picks up one of his hands, bringing it down onto your ass with a resounding slap. You groan and close your eyes tightly, feeling the sting first and then a surge of wetness between your legs. He slaps the other side of your ass and, instead of taking his hand away, he grabs a handful of your cheek, using it to pull you back into him. “Y/N…. fuckin’ hell. Feels so good, sweet thing. You clenchin’ that pretty, little pussy ‘round me.” he says, his accent heavy.
He leans his body over yours and the weight is comforting for a second before you feel Cal’s teeth on your shoulder. You gasp and look over your right shoulder to see him sucking a bruise onto your shoulder blade. “God…” You groan at the sight. His eyes flash up to yours and your breath catches in your throat. This is it. This is the exact moment that turns you on completely. You become truly infatuated, truly enamored, truly lost in the man before you. It’s the moment where you both forget everything else in the world, but each other. He forgets about shitty interviews, messed up chords, and bad reviews. You forget about when your next paper’s due and that test you have next week and how long it’ll be before you can see Calum again. It all dissipates and there’s nothing, but Calum’s lips on your shoulder and the fire building in the pit of your stomach.
You don’t know if it’s exactly healthy to be so emotionally wrapped up in someone. No matter how you’re feeling, all you have to do is look at him, and it’s like you’ve been given a sedative. It’s calm and quiet and you feel at ease. As long as you can feel that boy’s eyes on, you feel so truly yourself, it’s dizzying. The sudden thought of Calum looking at you for the rest of your life, love and adoration saturating the brown in his eyes, gives you chills. You think he feels it, too, because the air around the two of you changes. It turns frenzied, desperate. He stands back up to his full height, gripping under your right thigh and pulling it to rest of the top of the desk. He widens his stance, putting one hand on both hips and, even though you feel your neck straining, you keep your eyes trained on him behind you. He pulls out and pushes back in, hitting a new angle inside of you and it has you gasping.
“Cal… Jesus! Right there, baby. Feels so good, holy shit!” Your eyes close momentarily at the new sensation, before snapping them back open, not wanting to miss a second. Cal’s mouth is agape, staring at where the two of you meet. He’s snapping his hips into you so good and you feel yourself on the edge of a fucking beautiful downfall. “I’m close, baby… so close, please!” You whimper, feeling everything in your body tighten up. You reach back and claw at one of his hands on your hip. His eyes snap up to yours, knowing what you want without asking, before leaning back over you. His left hand leaves your hip to wrap around your throat and he applies just enough pressure that you have to work to breath. It makes everything louder; the blood in your ears, his hips against your ass, his moans, your own mewling.
Your one hand wraps around his wrist, pushing his hand into your throat, signaling him to grip just a little harder. He obliges and you groan because it’s fucking perfect. Your walls flutter around him and he takes his other hand, wrapping it over your hip, to press quick circles to your clit. “You’re there, baby. I can feel you. Let go for me. Let me feel you.” He rasps, snapping his hips so hard, you feel like you might break. Then again, you just might. Your orgasms hits you hard, fast, and you let out all of the air in your lungs in a groan. With Cal’s name on your lips, you push back into him, trying to milk every drop of the feeling he’s giving you.
He loosens the hand around you neck just enough so you can suck in a breath. His movements become sloppy, quick, before he’s sheathing himself in you, filling you with his cum. He groans and his nails dig into the side of your neck before dropping onto the desk next to your shoulder. He lets his body cover yours and you turn you face towards his, letting him brush his lips over your hot cheek. “You good?” He asks, repeating the same question from earlier. Nodding, you press your lips to his. “Never better,” you say, smirking at him. He rolls his eyes, but grins, standing up. He holds onto your hips as he slides out of you and you wince, not from the soreness, but from the sudden emptiness. He must sense the change in your attitude because once he’s all the way out, he helps you stand up, slowly, being cautious of your back, and wraps you into his chest.
Sighing, you close your eyes and melt into him. Your hands slide up his back to grip his shoulder blades and he presses a kiss to your forehead. Then he’s pulling away to lean down, picking up your underwear. “As long as you’re good going commando until we get back to the hotel, may I?” He asks, gesturing to the stickiness in between your legs. You nod, placing your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance, as he gently cleans you up. You both spend the next few minutes searching for your clothes. You find his shirt on top of one of the filing cabinets and Cal’s throwing you your bra from beside the desk. He slips your panties into his pocket with a teasing grin. When you’re both dressed, you give each other a once over, checking for lipstick, hickies, messed up hair. You reach up to Cal’s hair, brushing your fingers through it, putting it all back into place, so it doesn’t look so throughly fucked. “Perfect,” you whisper. He grins before giving you a once over. He grips his chin in his hand, pretending to really study you for any minor flaws. You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest.
“Cal! Come on.” You whine, stomping your foot. All of a sudden, he’s grabbing your face, kissing both of your cheeks, and exclaiming in a terrible French accent, “You are ze most beautiful zing I have ever seen in all of my life!” Then he’s back to placing kisses all over your face, emphasizing the ‘mwahs!’ Your hands fly up to his wrists, laughing loudly. He laughs as he pulls away, loosening his grip on your face, and his eyes soften. You look up at him and the moment changes. His eyes drop to your lips before he’s placing a soft kiss to your lips. You press up onto your toes to deepen it. Then you’re pulling away, slightly breathless. Leaning your foreheads together, you close your eyes and relish in this soft moment. After a few moments, he’s pulling away and slinging an arm over your shoulder. You reach up to grip on to his fingers hanging loosely off of his hand. He walks the both of you to the door, pulling it open. As you walk out, you flip off the light switch. The door closes behind you and Cal leads you down the rest of the hallway before turning right and starting down another hallway.
You are surrounded by a comfortable silence as you walk back to the green room, smiles on both of your faces. Things around you start to look familiar and you realize you must be close. As you turn into a hallway, laughter and music can be heard coming from the green room. You blush a little, knowing the second you two enter the room, everyone’s gonna be on you for being so late. It’s almost routine at this point though. Luke will say something clever about the ‘bodacious’ Calum Hood, Ash will wolf whistle and wiggle his eyebrows, singing the chorus to ‘Kiss the Girl’ from The Little Mermaid and Mikey usually makes a comment about how, if you’re gonna keep sleeping with Cal in random venues around the country, you ‘really need to make a honest man out of him, Y/N.’ That one always makes you laugh. You’re lost in thoughts so you almost don’t hear Cal say your name. Glancing up at him, you apologize. “Sorry, babe. What was that?”
“I asked you if had any more thoughts about that bass player from tonight. You know, the ‘absolute babe?’” The look on his face is serious, but his tone is playful. You try to hide the smile on your face by clearing your throat. You reach the green room and the door slightly ajar. Coming to a stop, you turn into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and settling your chin on his chest. His eyes are sparkling down at you and you feel a surge of love for this man in front of you. The man who, after receiving a text from you at 3:30 in the morning in the middle of tour, stating how badly you missed him, sent you four beautiful bouquets of flowers; one for each week until you saw each other again. The man who would sneak into your showers some mornings, just to wrap his arms around your waist as you both stood under the hot water. The man who takes the time to hide sweet, little notes around the house for you to find while he’s away. The man who has taken such absolute care of your heart since you handed it to him and you couldn’t be more grateful.
He’s rocking the two of you lightly, back and forth as you answer, “I’m sorry, who?” A big smile breaks out across his face, the kind that makes his eyes really crinkle at the corners. “The only bass player I care about is the one currently wrapped up in my arms.” You press yourself up so your mouth is next to his ear, whispering, “And the one that just fucked me over a desk ain’t too bad either.” You pull away, taking a hold of his hands, tugging him towards his friends that have to be starting to wonder where he is. He follows you, chuckling under his breath. “Well, good for you, sweet thing. They’re a package deal.” He’s pressing a kiss to your forehead as you push the door to the green room open with your back. You’re grinning up at Calum when it all starts. “Well, well, well, if it ain’t the bodacious, the sensation Calum Hood! Tell us, Y/N, how was the sensation?” Luke asks, holding a pretend microphone to your lips. Calum swats Luke’s hand away, grinning at the younger boy. Luke frowns and pretend to shake his in pain. “Hey! That’s my strumming hand. Watch it!” Suddenly, it’s quiet and the song that was playing when you two walked in is replaced by Sebastian’s opening lines from ‘Kiss the Girl’ and then Ash is there, throwing an arm over your shoulder, mouthing along to the words. A laugh bubbles out of your chest and you slap your hand over you mouth.
“Aw, come on, Y/N! We said we wouldn’t encourage this behavior!” Calum exclaims, chastising you. You only shrug your shoulders, gesturing to Ash, who is know standing the couch, belting out the chorus with gusto. “Speaking of behavior we’re no longer encouraging — Y/N.” Mikey speaks up from your left and you look around Calum to meet his gaze. He’s sitting in a chair, right ankle over his left knee, arms crossed over his chest, foot tapping in the air. Your hand shoots to your mouth again, holding back a laugh. With his glasses on, he looks like a disappointed mother. He pushes himself out of the chair, strolling over to stand in front of the two of you. Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head. “We have discussed this at length, missy. Our Calum here is a kind hearted, old fashioned romantic and you are taking advantage of him with your vagina!” You grab onto to Cal’s hand as you giggle behind your hand. Looking up at Cal, you can see his jaw is tense and he has a small smile on his full lips. It’s hard not to laugh; Luke sitting on the couch, sulking and mumbling about how ‘totally not bodacious’ Cal is for slapping his pretend mic, Ash trying to sing the lyrics and harmonize with himself, and Mikey lecturing you on your bewitching vagina. Surprising you, Cal is the first to break, a laugh forcing it way out of his mouth. You snap your head to look up at him, and you can’t help the giggles that fall from your mouth. And you definitely can’t help the way your heart swell as you look at the man you love, looking content and happy and relaxed. You squeeze his hand as you lean into his side. You get comfortable knowing, without a doubt, that you’re gonna be spending the rest of your life at Calum’s side and you could not be more thrilled.
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