𐔌 Calum is incredibly cocky in public, always smirking at you and teasing you like he owns the entire fucking world. But the second it's just the two of you, all that goes away. He'd give up the entire world for you without a second thought—just say the word.
𐔌 He secretly gets off on you using his credit card. He genuinely loves it, there's something about watching you casually pull out his credit card, knowing you're spending his money without a second thought, that so gets to him.
𐔌 The sound of him eating you out is the only thing he wants to hear, but the absolute peak for him is when you take control. The moment you wrap your fingers in his curls and force his face hard against your cunt, grinding your weight into his nose and lips with no care whatsoever, too focused on your own bliss, that makes him go completely feral. Being used sends a jolt of pure electricity straight to his cock.
𐔌 He loves the way you use his size against him. When you push at his chest, he goes back without a fight, even though he could always easily resist he just doesn't. He’ll sit there, legs spread, big hands resting on his thighs, letting you climb into his lap and take whatever you want. The contrast of your frame against his makes him throb—he’s way stronger but none of that matters when you tell him to stay still.
𐔌 Calum loves the ache he feels when you deny him. When you edge him for what feels like hours—stroking his thick cock slowly, stopping every time his hips twitch. He stays obedient, silent with his jaw clenched. He could easily take what he wants, but he won’t. Not until you say he can. And when you finally let him come, it’s with a grateful groan that sounds nothing like the man the rest of the world gets to see.
what do you think of calum hood as the flash... like walk with me
wait i’m walking with you… but i’m seeing a tiny fork in the road… calum as nightwing…?
it’s giving: just a silly, goofy, buff guy! with a heart of gold! who wants to protect whoever he can, whenever he can, however he can
tries to be a little broody every once in a while, but he can never keep that image up. he’ll get too excited about something and forget he started the day by looking in the mirror and saying “i’m going to shut the fuck up today and be so mysterious”
he’s always so hard on himself when he feels like he hasn’t been able to do enough, or hasn’t been able to prove himself – what he thinks he’s capable of giving, but just keeps falling short (his skewed perspective)
but even though he feels that way, he’s the first person everyone goes to for help or advice or comfort. always a shoulder to lean on and always someone who’s going to be in your corner even if you are very very wrong (he’ll be there with a pitchfork dw #rideordie)
summary: you’re the effortlessly cool girl throwing a party since your parents aren’t home. you gave an invite to the cute and shy nerd from your history class and somehow it spiraled into a different kind of lesson… (word count: 2.7k)
warnings/tags: nsfw! minors dni. subby nerd!calum x dom experienced reader. p in v, underage drinking, oral, finishing inside, uhhh… kinda cringe and my first time at writing smut so it’s not at all good :(
CALUM’S POV
“Duuude, you really have a staring problem.” Michael said, snapping me out of my daze. I pushed my glasses up, refocusing on him and his bright hair rather than the girl I’ve had a crush on for ages.
“She just… Looks so good tonight.” I sighed, trying to keep my gaze from returning to her.
“Then talk to her,” Ashton groaned, dragging his hands down his face. Poor guy, he’s heard way too much about my crush on her. It’s sickening, I know, but I’m the one who’s lovesick!
“It’s not that easy. I barely got an invite to this party, I’m never gonna get an invite into her bed at that.” I whined.
“Nerd, virgin, stumbles over his words every time he speaks to her… yeah, call it impossible.” Luke snorted. I whacked the back of his head in retaliation.
“Don’t rub it in my face!”
“I’m just being honest!”
“Okay, okay. You two, stop it. ‘Cause I have a really great plan.” Michael grinned, putting his hand on my shoulder. Oh, great. All of us simultaneously groaned, rolling our eyes.
“What? I didn’t even say anything yet!” Michael huffed, crossing his arms.
“If it’s one of your awful pickup lines, I don’t wanna hear it.” Ashton deadpanned. We all nodded in agreement, Michael immediately deflating.
“Well then what should I do?” I asked, desperate for a solution.
“Like I said. Just talk to her! Look, she’s alone right now. Go,” Ashton insisted, even pushing me over in her direction. She looked so pretty under the dim kitchen lighting…
I looked back at them, all of them nodding and giving me thumbs up. Here goes nothing.
YOUR POV
“Umm… hey! Thanks for the invite.” Someone said from behind me. I turned away from the fridge with a beer in hand and saw Calum, a sweet guy from my history class. I always thought he was kind of cute, especially with those glasses of his and those toned muscles… He might be tall and lanky but he is sort of built. I smiled, giving him a quick hug.
“Of course! Are you enjoying yourself? I don’t do these things often…” I asked.
“Yeah! I am. I don’t do these things often either… Partying, I mean.” He replied back, his face turning red. I giggled at him. Duh, he’s the school’s nerd. But I wasn’t really laughing because of that but instead… Well, I always found him to be so cute.
“Yeah? In that case, here. It’s the last beer.” I offered him, holding the cold bottle out towards him.
“No! It’s okay. If you want it, you can have it. B-But if you don’t want it either then, okay, I’ll take it. Only if you don’t want it though!” Calum insisted, getting even redder. If I didn’t know any better I’d probably make it my mission to make him tomato red, but I felt kind of bad for the guy. He’s so adorable he doesn’t even know it.
“How about we share?” I offered. He finally loosened up and smiled, nodding at my suggestion.
“Actually… Yeah, sure. Why didn’t I think of that?” He laughed. I giggled and shrugged in response, getting right to it and popping the cap off using my kitchen counter. His eyes widened in shock at my little party trick.
“Wow… you’re so cool.” He said, jaw on the floor. I just smiled, sipping on the bottle to hide the fact that my face had become warm and flush from his compliment.
“Thanks! I try to be cool sometimes. Here,” I replied, handing the bottle to him. He brought it close to his lips before pausing.
“Should I uhh… Not drink it from the rim? Like, should I waterfall it? I” He asked, a grin spreading across my face. His hesitance was too sweet, or maybe I just had shit standards. Still, I couldn’t pass this opportunity. I had to go for it, especially with the liquid courage running through me.
“I mean… I don’t mind indirectly kissing you,” I answered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I looked up at him through my lashes. I watched as he somehow got even redder, it being visible on the tips of his ears. He gulped hard before taking a swig, putting it down on the counter before looking into my eyes.
“And… w-what about directly kissing me?” He asked through his stutters, my grin turning into a full on smile.
“I mean…” I began, my feet being pulled towards him without a second thought. I pressed him into the corner of the kitchen counter, standing on my tippy toes as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I pressed my lips against him slowly and softly, letting him relax into it first. I swore I heard a slight whimper from him once our lips met and I knew I had to get more out of him. His hands hovered at the side of my waist before gently holding onto me, the touch being so light it was almost ticklish. He tasted like beer but also mint chapstick which cut through the beer taste and hit like a drug.
This all felt like a drug. The way his lips began to part more and more, his tongue sliding into my mouth with feverish curiosity. I could feel him getting bolder, pulling me in closer. I was so close I could feel the erection in his pants and that knowledge made me throb a little. I pulled away, a string of spit connecting our lips before I licked it away.
“Wanna take this upstairs?” I asked, my heart thumping in my chest. Not only was I catching my breath but I was terrified that maybe I had been going too far with this.
“Yeah… Yes, I do.” He replied, nodding eagerly. I grabbed his hand, leading him up the stairs and towards my bedroom.
I locked my bedroom door, turning to see Calum taking in all the decorations in my room. I saw a glimpse of a smile before he turned back at me, slowly making his way towards me. I stayed put, leaning against the door as I watched him. His hand gently caressed my cheek, a little hesitant before holding the side of my face fully.
“You’re so pretty. I can’t believe I get to kiss someone like you.” He whispered, going in to kiss me again. His glasses sort of bump into me and he groans, taking them off and throwing them onto the bed.
“Sorry, it’s… kind of my first time doing something like this.” He admitted, looking everywhere but at me.
“Hey, it’s okay. You can back out whenever you want.” I reassured him, my hands gently holding him by his shoulders to anchor him. He shook his head vigorously.
“No, I want you. I just don’t know if I’ll be good at showing you that I want you.” He answered, his hand pulling away as he shrunk into himself.
“So? Just show me. Show me how much you want me… ‘cause I want you too.” I replied, squeezing his shoulders. He finally looked up at me, hands slowly snaking around my body and pulling me flush against him.
He leaned in for another kiss, one hand on my lower back and the other behind my head as we made out. We stumbled a little, my back now pressed to the wall with him pinned against me.
“Can I?” He asked breathlessly. His hands glided to the hem of my shirt, daring to take this off of me. I nodded and he slowly pulled it off, his hands now at my bra. He massaged them slowly before pulling the straps down, his brown eyes occasionally darting upwards at me to make sure I was okay.
And then I watched him kneel down, eyes locked on my tits as he brushed his thumbs against my nipples before rolling them between his fingers. I let out a quiet whimper, my hands glued to the wall as I watched the curly-haired man in amazement. His eyes darted to me like the sounds coming out of my mouth were heavenly and I could see the determination lit in his eyes to try and draw more out of me.
Soon his mouth was on my nipple, sucking and biting with the perfect amount of care and roughness. I felt myself throb again, a wet spot forming on my panties for sure. He kept going until the nipple was left hard, moving to the other one with the same tongue and teeth movement. Eventually he began to stand back up, leaving kisses trailing up my body.
His mouth began to lick and suck on my neck sloppily, and when he got bold I could feel his teeth scrape against my skin which made me groan each time.
“You’re so gorgeous… I need more of you,” he mumbled, as he pulled off. His fingers hooked into the belt loop of my shorts. I copied him, pulling him closer with my hands around his belt buckle.
“Yeah? I can give you more.” I responded, slowly sinking down onto my knees this time. He watched as I undid his belt, slowly unzipping the zipper of his jeans just to torture him. It was just too fun.
Finally his pants hit the floor, allowing me to palm him through his boxers. His legs buckled, hands bracing himself against the wall behind me. I let his cock spring free, precum already beading up at the tip. Fuck, he was a lot bigger than anyone could ever guess. And a lot longer too, but it wasn’t going to stop me from drawing out those whimpers from earlier.
I kittenlicked his tip, the bitter precum on my tastebuds. But I didn’t care, just following the slit on his tip before swirling my tongue around his tip. My hand finally gripped his cock to steady it as I licked a long strip on the underside of his cock. He shivered and groaned, his dick already twitching. Fuck.
So I finally took his cock into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks around him. I started off slow, bobbing my head at a slow pace and very shallowly before going deeper and faster. His hands tangled themselves in my hair, not to push me but because he needed something to hold onto.
“Shit, oh my god, you’re so fucking perfect…” He moaned out, bucking up into my mouth. His whimpers were like music to my ears, encouraging me to keep on going. I went as deep as I could, using my hand to stroke what I couldn’t reach.
“Mhm… Just like that. Fuck, I don’t know if I’m gonna last…” He said through high-pitched whimpers, his desperation getting to him and bucking his hips into me harder and harder. So I pulled off of him, not wanting him to cum just yet.
“H-huh…? Why’d you stop?” He pouted as I stood up.
“Can’t have you cumming yet,” I answered with a smirk, nudging him backwards until he fell back onto my bed. I shrugged my shorts and underwear off, climbing on top of him so my knees were on either side of his hips.
He shuddered at the sight, his hands going to my thigh before rubbing up and down.
“I need you now… please…” He whimpered and I couldn’t help it. I helped him slide off his shirt, my hands running over his slight abs.
“How bad? Hm?” I asked, running my hands up and down his chest.
“Please… Need to cum,” he begged, his grip on my hips so tight that it could bruise. I didn’t wait a second longer knowing I was aching myself, so I slowly sunk down onto his cock.
And wow, it was fucking filling as it glided against my walls. Our breaths hitched at the same time, watching his cock disappear into me.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking big…” I swore under my breath. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles on my hips, distracting me from the way his cock made me ache.
“Yeah?” He exhaled shakily.
Once I fully sank onto his cock he groaned, his hands squeezing my ass hard. My hands rested on his shoulders as I leaned down over him, for the perfect angle.
“You feel so good…” He moaned out, trying to thrust into me to speed up the pace. At first our rhythms were off, his cock slipping out of me. I guided his cock back into me slowly, a whimper slipping out of him.
“Shhh, baby. Patient.” I commanded him, riding him slowly at first. My pace drew out a groan from him, his hips fighting not to just buck up into me.
“Faster, please,” he begged, his grip on my hips tightening out of desperation. I just tutted in faux disappointment, but the way he begged was like music to my ears.
“What’d I say? Be patient, baby. Just let yourself thrust into me. Slowly.” I instructed him, his hips stuttering at first before matching my pace. It was fucking perfect, drawing out a moan from me as I threw my head back.
“Like that?” He asked and I nodded, bending over lower to kiss him.
“Just like that. C’mon, follow my pace.” I said to him, speeding up. He whimpered a little as I began to bounce up and down on him faster, his eyes watching my tits bounce too. I could feel his hips trying to keep up, thrusting up into me as he grunted.
Soon a moan tore out of me, hitting my g-spot just right. At this point I was really hoping the music downstairs was still loud enough to drown the sounds of us, skin slapping against skin and our moans becoming one.
“Calum… Oh, fuck. Such a good fucking boy, don’t stop.” I praised him, feeling myself tighten against his cock as I kept coming closer and closer to my orgasm. His hands moved to grope my ass tightly while my fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving little crescent shaped dents into his skin.
Then I took one of his hands into mine, bringing it down closer to my clit. At first I demonstrated what to do, bringing my thumb over it and beginning to rub before replacing my hand with his. I groaned, my body shaking from the extra stimulation. My legs were burning at this point but I didn’t care, I needed him badly.
“Um- um… I- I’m… fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He moaned out, rubbing his thumb against my clit harder and faster at this point.
“Cum in me, Calum…” I commanded, kissing along his jawline sloppily through moans. He let out a whimper and nodded.
Soon my orgasm crashed over me in waves, my walls throbbing against his dick that shot warm, thick ropes of cum into me. I didn’t stop yet, riding this high before slowly pulling myself off of him.
He kissed me softly before I rested my head against his chest. I could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly while his fingers combed through the strands of my hair.
“Did I… do okay?” He asked, hands moving lower to rub my back gently. I nodded, pushing myself back up to see his face. He was flushed and sweaty, but man, that guy had the cutest smile at that moment.
“You were perfect, Calum.” I assured him, kissing his nose softly. He let out a sigh of relief, his eyes looking down at my neck.
“Woah… I really left a hickey,” he said in amazement, fingers brushing against my neck which made me ticklish. I flinched a bit and he quickly pulled his hand away.
“Does it hurt?” He asked, eyes widening with fear.
“No no no. It was just ticklish.” I answered, chuckling at how innocent this poor man was even though he just lost his virginity.
Oh shit. He just lost his virginity to me.
“…Hey, wait. Did you enjoy it? Are you okay?” I asked from the realization. He nodded vigorously with a smile.
“Yeah. I’m feeling great… like I’ll never forget this.” Calum answered with a chuckle. He kissed my forehead and snuggled close, sighing into the crook of my neck.
a/n: hi guys! so this is my first ever tumblr post since i was like 12 in 2019, so judge it accordingly!!!
this idea came to me in a dream (not kidding) it was chem class with 5sos... yes the obsession has reached dream level and i may need an intervention...
blurb: its your second year in college?? either way that's not important to the story. you're a chem major and kinda best friends with the 5sos boys.
warnings: MDNI!!! this is my first ever time writing smut and i cringed myself out so hard but we got it done. oral (m recieving), p in v, unprotected sex (only because i forgot to write about the condoms, sorry), nipple play, extremely shy and sub!cal, dom!reader with control issues, mention of abusive and controlling parents. severe mommy!kink and mentions of aftercare. i think thats it but if you guys find anything else please let me know!!!!
NSFW content after the cut! enjoy!!
Aside from the mounting pile of assignments, college was going pretty well. You were finally out of reach of your parents and had some control over your life. Growing up in a house where you were given virtually no freedom made you slightly incompetent in decision making while also craving control over them. You had tried your best to break this cycle and it was going... surprisingly well. Yes, you'd have to occasionally face a super fucking long call with your parents where they would point out everything wrong with you and try to "fix" your life from miles away, but you tuned it out. You'd learnt how to.
You'd even made a decent group of friends. There was Luke, a music major whom you met at a party where he was playing his music live with three of his friends: Calum; a maths major, Ashton; who was studying music, like Luke, and, Michael. The four of them, you thought, came as a packaged deal but their conflicting class schedules and different majors made it so they didn't really have time to see each other. Out of the four you'd gotten the closest with Michael because even though he didn't really look it (no shade Michael), he was a chemistry major, just like you.
You both would have the same classes and same breaks and would be together so much that by the end of the day you'd get sick of each other and start fighting like stray cats, but you were always grateful for him. He understood when you told him about how shitty it was for you growing up and how you needed as fast as you could to get away, and he understood when you told him that you always wanted to be an actor but your parents didn't even let you think about that as an option.
So it obviously came as a huge fucking shock when he told you that he got an internship in a remote city, four hours away and would be gone for eight weeks.
You had tried to be calm and sound happy for him. "Michael, that's insane! I'm so proud of you!" you were happy for him. of course you were but you didn't think you could survive college without him. Even just eight weeks. "what about school? How will you keep up?" you asked him, genuinely concerned. "Well, they said that I could get one month to catch up after, so I’ll need your help." "Of course." and that was that.
It's not like he was your only friend, you still knew Luke, the other two (out of which you'd only properly spoken to Ashton) and your roommate, whom you had spoken to enough times to count on one hand... Your despondency seemed apparent because later that night Michael begged you to go to a party with him to "mingle" you cringed at that, but were excited to go nonetheless.
— — — — — — —
You reached the party with Michael and spotted Luke immediately "Hey! It's been a while since I've seen this one!" Luke said as he tackled you into a hug. you awkwardly hugged him back. "Yeah it's been too long." you say getting more and more comfortable as you talk to everyone, the initial phase of awkwardness ebbing away the more you "mingle". you see Ashton and hug him hello, and when you see Calum, you give him a head nod and a smile in acknowledgement.
You don't understand why it's so awkward with Calum. He seems like a normal guy, definitely quieter than the rest, but you can't seem to shake the feeling that he doesn't like you for some reason. You try to ignore it but it seems pretty apparent in the way he never tries to make conversation with you. It's a shame he's really fucking hot though.
Michael starts telling the guys about his internship and they're all ecstatic and start congratulating him. "Yeah I knew you could do it!" "Lets fucking go man!" "We need to celebrate with shots brah!" You laugh at them knowing the only person who could say the last sentence was Ashton. You all head over to the bar and order a round of shots and before you're about to down it, calum starts speaking.
"I kinda also have some news, it's not as important as michaels but i just wanted to share it." everyone perks up to listen, knowing he rarely addresses everyone for anything. "I've decided to change my major." he says pausing, trying to gauge everyone's reactions. When he sees everyone wants him to continue, he does. "Maths just wasn't doing it for me and the only reason I took it is because I was slightly good at it in school. I've been reading about other majors and I think I still want to do something in stem... so I'm switching to chemistry."
You paused and tried to take it in. He said something totally normal so why was it impacting you so much? you couldn't even really explain how it was making you feel. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion and smiled. Michael was going insane. "I knew you'd come around! no sane person is ever a math major." calum laughed. "Yeah well no sane person is a chemistry major either" Luke says while eyeing the three of us. "Welcome to the other side cal." you mutter. He responded with a smile and a silent thanks. "Hey Y/N! you finally know someone else and won't be lonely when I leave!" Michael says smiling and you shoot him a glare. "I know plenty of people and I will NOT be lonely when you leave." You say while laughing at Michael, trying to brush off the comment he obviously made in light spirits. Calum looked at you, smiling and you were grateful to have at least someone to talk to in class even if you'll never admit it to anybody (especially Michael).
— — — — — — —
The next day you went to Ochem and saw Michael sitting in your usual seats. He was talking to Calum, and it was then when you remembered what he told you all last night. You told yourself that Calum being there is better than being alone so you decided to be extra nice to him even if he wasn't the most welcoming to you. You sat down and said hello to Michael with a fist bump, acknowledging Calum with a head nod and a smile again. It's safe to say that's how you'll be doing it in the foreseeable future. “So calum here has told me that he doesn't know what's going on in class…” Michael says to you sarcastically. “He also wanted to ask you something” Your ears perk up and you look at him with a smile.
Remember to be nice.
“Yeah what's up?” you ask him. “Professor Norm told me that if I want to be in his class I need to catch up by next month. Since Michael's leaving in a few days I would really appreciate your help” He says bashfully, avoiding eye-contact with you while looking down. “Yeah of course I’ll help Calum.” You say to him. He looks at you and looks away and you see a faint blush creep on his neck.
What the fuck? Has he always been this way?
You try to ignore the warmth in your stomach and something just snaps inside you.
He doesn't avoid you because he doesn't like you. He's just shy.
It kind of annoys you that you went so long making up a whole reason for Calum's evasive nature, when he truly was just… shy. To be fair, he really doesn't look it. At nearly six feet and with an extremely attractive face, he doesn't seem like a shy guy. Wait, why wouldn't he be?
You're thinking about this too much. He doesn't hate you, just let it go.
Why can't you let it go?
“Hey Y/N are you good?” you hear Calum say as you realise you'd been staring at him for enough time for it to be considered off putting. “Yeah I'm fine, sorry i just zoned out” Michael catches that and smirks “yeah i love zoning out while staring at his face too.” he nudges you with his elbow and you smirk back at him “What can I say, I'm just happy he’s here.”
WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?! Wait its chill he's blushing and laughing. How are you so confident all of a sudden? This feels great. Wow.
— — — — — — —
You realised that you'd grown a lot more ballsy around Calum after figuring out how shy he was. You weren't outright flirting, you're just being extra nice and seeing how he reacted. It fueled something inside of you and it was the first time you'd felt something like it. Having so much control over someone without them even knowing gave you a weird rush of adrenaline.
It had been a week since Michael left. You had grown accustomed to seeing Calum everyday and you enjoyed his presence. You enjoyed how red he became every time you tapped his shoulder to ask him something or every time your touch lingered on his arm when you playfully hit him. How his breath caught when you were walking to class and you decided to lean closer into him. He would freeze for a second then try to resume talking or doing what he was.
It wasn't like this with Michael.
— — — — — — —
You both were hanging out in your dorm– well, you were supposed to be catching him up on Ochem mechanisms for Norm’s class– but you two had abandoned that a while back and were sitting on your bed with open books scattered around you just… talking. “So Michael told me that you'd wanted to be an actress. why’re you studying chem then?” Calum asked you. You looked at him and sighed. “Well, it's really complicated..” you began and he cut you off with a “Oh! You don't have to tell me, I just wanted to get to know more about you.” You smiled at him, “that's really sweet cCal,” you said as you leaned just a fraction close to him. Enough for him to notice.
“It's my parents..” you begin. “They’re very… traditional. They want me married with children before I'm 25 traditional. They never really gave me any space to grow.. I always felt like I never had a say in any of my decisions and that kinda stuck with me. My mom decided if what I wore was modest enough, my dad decided if I could hang out with a group of people, and there's so much more… So I could never tell them I wanted to do anything that didn't align with any of their values. If my mom could, she would probably pick a guy for me and get me married right now. I know that sounds insane but that's what I've had to deal with for the last nineteen years.” you have to stop yourself so that you don’t break down.
Shit shit shit. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don’t cry.
You pull yourself together and look at him. He looks like he doesn't know what to say so he just takes your hands in his and gives them a little squeeze.
You smile at him. “It kinda made me crave control without learning how to make good decisions. Or at least that's what 3 months of going to the school counsellor has led me to believe.” you laugh dryly trying to lighten the mood and face him. “Okay now I need you to tell me your deepest and darkest secret to even this out.” He's not laughing at all. You've never seen him like this, it's almost like he's wearing his heart on his face looking at you.
He moves towards the edge you're sitting on and kneels down on the floor so he's looking up at you. You shift so that you're towering over him, taking in the scene before you, trying to figure out what he's doing. He takes your hands in his again and starts caressing them. “Y/N i’m so sorry you had to go through that–” he starts, but you cut him off. The last thing you need is someone else's pity. “You don't need to feel sorry for me.” You take your hands away and look down at him. He stays where he is and it's making you uneasy not knowing what he's going to do next– control freak much? “I’m not pitying you. I’d never do that. You don't need it.” he says while looking down. “I just wanted to make you feel better. I'm sorry.”
The way he's positioned mixed with his whiny cadence is a little too much for you to bear. There's warmth growing inside you at an unprecedented rate and you're a little speechless. He looks up at you trying to figure out what you're going to say next and when you stay quiet he shifts, about to get up as you reach for his cheek to keep him in place. You tilt his head to make him look up at you once again with those big brown eyes.
“Do you wanna know my deepest secret Y/N?” He says, his gaze not leaving yours. You nod, “Tell me, Cal.”
“I think about you… doing things to me.” he says in a murmur so quiet that you wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't right below you. Your breath is caught in your throat as you try to ground yourself. “What things..?” you say, sounding surprisingly sultry despite the contradiction in your internal dialogue.
“Whatever you want” he whines.
That does it. You pull him up to your face. Encapsulate him in a harsh kiss and give him no warning as you thread your fingers among his hair slightly tugging at it. He lets out a sound that goes straight to your cunt and you pull him away. looking at him you can see his lips slick with his own saliva as he licks them and his glassy eyes never leaving yours.
“You’re sure I can do whatever I want?” you lean in and whisper in his ear and he nods frantically.
You kiss him again, deeper this time, guiding him towards the head of the bed and pushing him down so you're on top of him again. “Take your shirt off” you say to him gently as you place sloppy kisses on his mouth that scatter around his face. He complies and in a swift motion, his shirt is on the floor.
You trail your kisses to his ear and whisper softly “Wow, who knew you were such a good boy.” you say as you suck the bottom of this ear and he lets out an obscene whimper that just fuels your mouth to go lower, licking stripes down his neck to his collar bone.
You're sitting in his lap, straddling him slightly, and you feel him grow hard beneath your hips. Your mouth opens at the feeling and you let out a breath. “Hmm so hard for me.” you pepper kisses to his neck again and look at him, “Do you want me to touch you?” he nods again trying to force back the vulgar noises threatening to leave his mouth.
“You’re going to have to use your words baby.” You say tracing a hand down his torso starting from his collar to the button band of his jeans and right back up to his pecs. “Do you want me to touch you here?” you start tracing your fingers around his nipple, giving it a slight squeeze. Before he has time to say anything you attach your mouth to it and suck at it softly. You hum softly, feeling the vibration spread around his skin. You look up at him through your lashes and bat your eyes.
“F-u-fuck Y/N i need you to touch my dick right now.” he whines breathlessly. You hum in response “you haven't asked nicely calum, do you think you deserve it?” His face contorts into a painful scrunch and he whines in response. “Y/N i will literally do anything to have your mouth, you-your hands your pu-pussy on my dick right now please anything PLEASE im begging you.”
Poor guy, he's begging you, give it to him.
You know you can squeeze a few more teases out of him before, even you, need to inevitably get what you want. You remove your mouth from his now swollen nipple and trail it back to his own. “Yeah?” you say, voice dripping with false empathy “You want me to touch your dick baby boy?” your fingers pull his hair at the back opening him up so you can deepen your kiss and he nods frantically again, hoping you're being serious this time.
“Take off your pants then.” you command. In an instant his hands fly to his belt and he undos it with practiced ease. He pulls his pants down leaving only his boxers covering his aching dick and just as he's about to get those off too you stop him. “Let me have some fun too,” you say to him.
You trail down, once again to his boxers, to where you can see the outline of his painfully hard dick and begin stroking it through the fabric. He squirms beneath your grip and you have to hold his thighs down. “Shh cmon you just have to sit still for a bit and mommy’s gonna give you what you want.”
SHIT. Where the fuck did that come from? This was the first time you’d ever said it to anybody and you hoped to the universe it didn't weird Calum out.
You get your response in the precum that collects at his tip, creating a dark patch on his grey boxers, and with the filthy whimper that escapes him. Wow, he clearly enjoyed it.
You mouth at his hard through his boxers your spit collects, making a mess on them. “I’m gonna take these off now, okay baby?” you coo at him “Yes please, mommy”.
You moan at those words and slowly slip the boxers off, leaving his dick to spring up and hit his stomach. He lets out a breath as you begin to stroke him, your fingers occasionally coming to the tip to spread his precum all over. He's slowly coming undone beneath you and lets out small whimpers and moans every time you tighten your fingers or pick up the pace.
You eventually take him into your mouth, swirling the tip around to make wet sounds that get mixed with the sounds of his painful moans as he thrusts his hips into you. “Fuck im so sorry mommy I didn’t mean to” he cries out. His hands fly to your face as he makes you look up at him.
“It's okay baby, just let me do the work.” You place kisses along his length and tip and after what feels like years of teasing, you begin bobbing your head up and down as you take him in deeper. You go slow at first, but his squirms motivate you to go faster, your hand coming up to stroke what your mouth can't take.
“Mommy I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna cum. AH- you're going too fast I wont last long” he whines out breathlessly and that's your cue to get off of him with an obscene "pop ".
He lets out a cry in despair and continues “please make me cum I was so close”. His eyes have become glassy and you've finally had enough. “Can you let mommy ride you baby?” you ask him coyly, and the question catches him off guard. He pulls you closer to him and nods. You kiss him and take your shirt and pyjamas off. You’re bare from the bottom.
He cups your boobs in his hands through the bra and that sends a jolt of desire up your spine as you moan. That gives him all the approval he needs to bring his hands to your back and undo the clasp. You gasp in response as he takes it off and starts playing with your nipples. You bring your chest down to his face and he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, his hand still squeezing the hard bead on your other one.
You move your hips so that his dick slides over your soaking cunt as he lets out a muffled groan. You move up from his mouth and his hand finds its way down to your wet sopping mess as he hovers over your clit.
“Can I touch you mommy?” he asks and it's your turn to nod speechlessly. His fingers start rubbing slow circles on you and you respond to it by grinding down harder and cursing his name. As soon as he feels the wetness that's accumulated his jaw goes slack and he moans.
“Youre so wet Y/N, god did I do this to you?” he asks, his hands still moving through your folds. You nod and when his fingers tease your entrance you quickly sink down on them, steadying yourself by holding onto his shoulders. “Fuck calum, being sucha good boy, opening me up so well.” you move his hands out of the way as you move down his torso to his dick and stroke a few times before sinking down on it without warning. He yells out your name in a whine and you just roll your hips in response. You groan as you feel him stretch your walls and feel the initial jolt of pain ebb into quick pulses of pleasure.
You lift up and sink down again and calum has to steady himself by holding on to your hips. “Hmppffff fuck mommy i wont be able to last if you keep doing that.” you smile at him and continue with the pace. “Let's see how long you can go for, baby.” you say as you can see him visibly get closer and closer to his climax.
The sound of skin slapping fills the room as you ride him relentlessly, both of you getting painfully closer to your orgasms before you lean down and whisper in his ear. “Are you close, baby?”
“Yes i am,” he breathes out, “Please let me cum mommy ive been so good– i cant take it anymore.” you take his hand in yours and guide it lower your body, he immediately takes the hint and attaches his thumb to your clit rubbing hard circles that make your vision turn black. Despite the blinding pleasure you still force out a “cum for me baby–”.
Your orgasms hit you both at the same time as a low scream rips from Calum's throat, your hips never stopping their relentless rolling, his grip on your thighs is bruising.
You keep up the pace for as long as you can, feeling him thrust into you, your vision alternating between white and black, your pussy twitching as you feel his thrusts grow sloppier with every movement.
Eventually, after the both of you have been spent in ways you never thought, you slump down onto his chest as his arms wrap around you. You both lie in each others presence for a few minutes
“I don't think I've ever had sex that good.” Calum finally speaks up. You roll onto the bed, lying by his side as he turns to face you. “Me neither actually,” you say to him as your hand finds its way to his soft hair again, this time it's slightly damp with sweat.
You both lie together in silence, a mess of sweaty limbs– and occasionally– kissing each other softly.
“Do you wanna get cleaned up?” you ask him, gently while tracing his torso with your fingers. “Yeah we probably should…” he replies in a soft voice, smiling at you. “But let's stay like this for a bit.”
You nod at him, smiling, as you both just soak in each other's presence.
“You know when I first met you I thought you didn't like me.” you say, internally laughing at the thought, “Why would you think that?” he scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “I don't know, you never made any effort to speak to me, it took me a while to realise you were just shy.” You tease.
“I didnt really know how to strike up any conversation, when all i really wanted was for you to fuck me like a bunny.” he giggles in response. “Youve certainly become more confident since then.” you coo, still playing with his hair. He just hums in response.
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