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legit Just soft porn.

hi Bsf! i Am using ur photo Lol. Hope u enjoy. also be nice iHavent written anythjng bcs of School. Soz. also Praise? WRninf i suppose

backstage with josh was never quiet. amps buzzing low, crew voices muffled through the walls, his heartbeat still racing from the intense show. from playing the trumpet to back flipping off pianos and drumming? he was flushed, hair damp, skin gleaming under the faint light, mask still clinging to his face like he hadn’t had a second to breathe.

you pressed him against the wall before he could even speak, fingers curling into his shirt, and he let out this breathless laugh against your mouth. his lips were hot and messy under the mask’s edge, kisses half-muffled, half-desperate, his breath coming fast through the fabric.

“hi,” he mumbled, voice rasping, sweat dripping from his temple onto your cheek.

“shhhhut up,” you whispered, tugging the mask just enough to slot your mouth against his properly. he groaned into it, hands gripping your waist like he needed to steady himself, teeth clashing a little from how hard he kissed back.

the taste of salt, the smell of smoke and sweat, the chaotic mix of adrenaline—it was intoxicating. he was still buzzing from the stage, and you could feel it in the way he couldn’t stop—messy, greedy, his tongue sliding against yours like he wanted to take every ounce of you before someone walked in.

when you finally broke apart, both gasping, the mask was hanging crooked, and he was grinning like a maniac.

“best part of the set,” he muttered, forehead pressed to yours, which was only a brief moment of peace. you barely made it down the hall—his hand gripping yours, the two of you stumbling past cases of cables and half-crushed water bottles—before he shoved open the dressing room door and pulled you inside.

the second it clicked shut, josh had you pinned against it, kissing you like he hadn’t just been onstage for two hours. his mask was still crooked, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead, and you could taste the salt on his lips, the metallic tang of adrenaline.

you swatted his bare chest, and he laughed into your mouth, low and breathless, before dragging you toward the couch. he collapsed into it, pulling you down with him until you were straddling his lap, legs bracketing his hips.

“jesus,” he muttered, hands sliding over your thighs, gripping like he needed proof you were real. he tilted his head back against the cushion, mask half-off now, eyes blown wide as you leaned down to kiss him again.

it was hot and messy, all tongue and teeth, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt like he couldn’t keep still. then, with a lazy smirk, he settled his palms on your hips, guiding them slowly against his lap.

“yeah,” he breathed, lips brushing yours as he dragged you against him again, slow and deliberate. “just like that.”

his grip was firm but unhurried, thumbs pressing little crescents into your skin as he rocked you with him. you could feel the way he was still buzzing from the stage, like the adrenaline hadn’t left his system yet, leaking into every kiss, every drag of his lips against your jaw, your neck.

you broke for air, chest heaving, and he grinned up at you through damp curls.

“never thought i’d say this,” he rasped, voice hoarse, “but—screw the encore. this is better.” his mask finally slipped the rest of the way off, landing somewhere on the floor, but you barely noticed—you were too focused on the way his hands clung to your hips, pulling you down against him in lazy, deliberate rolls.

“that’s it,” he murmured, voice rough, lips brushing your temple as he guided you. “just like that, baby. doin’ so good for me.”

his words sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps rising even though the room was hot with leftover stage air. his breath fanned across your neck, sticky with sweat, and you felt the way his chest rose and fell beneath you, still heaving from the show, from this.

you shifted against him, a little desperate, and he chuckled low in his throat. “look at you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another along your jaw. “so pretty… letting me have you like this.”

his grip tightened just slightly, enough to remind you he was in control even though his touches were unhurried, almost reverent. he tilted his head, lips finding the hollow of your throat, teeth grazing gently before he soothed it with his tongue.

“kinda knew you’d come back here with me…” he breathed against your skin, guiding your hips in another slow grind. “couldn’t wait to get my hands on you.”

your fingers tangled in his damp curls, tugging, and he groaned, burying his face against your neck. he kissed you there, open-mouthed and messy, before leaning back just enough to look at you properly—eyes glazed, lips swollen, a grin tugging at his mouth.

“you’re perfect like this,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours as he kept you moving with him. “perfect for me.”

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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.