strong - calum one shot
word count: 4,178
rating: NSFW
keywords: smut, au
summary: You’re Calum’s biggest fan, and at every one of his boxing matches, you can be found front row. No matter a win or a loss, you’re always there when the lights go off and the ring clears. When his toughest match doesn’t go so well, you spend the night trying to nurse Calum’s bruised ego.
A/N: this AU is on the shorter side!! i hope you guys like boxer!calum. ;)
His head was bowed in shame and you could only stare. You let your eyes drag down his body, let them study his brown skin and the way it was tainted with blossoming bruises. They were painted over the ridges and curves of his muscles, contrasting easily with their colors of purple and black. His hair hung down across his forehead, limp, dampened with sweat from the fight. His hands were folded, knuckles cut up and reddened from irritation. He was worn out and he was tired, but he was strong. Still strong, despite the loss.
But Calum rarely ever lost a match. In all his years of underground boxing, he was known for being a tough contender. He had the spirit of one: quick tempered, confidence that practically oozed from his pores, and the undeniable strength. He was protective and he was determined. You admired that about him, how he was always fighting for something.
And you were someone he fought for. You supposed that was why he was so torn up over tonight’s loss - you had been watching from the stands, your arms crossed over your chest as you shook from the anticipation. The fluorescent lights that hung over the ring had been daunting, flickering and buzzing as you bit your nails nervously. You had always hated watching Calum while he was fighting. Seeing him get hurt was almost painful to you. The way his body would recoil and cringe from the hits he took to the gut could make you shudder with ease, but every feeling of angst was relieved once Calum would raise his fist in victory.
Except, that didn’t happen tonight.
So as you stood before him in one of the gym’s old prep rooms, you knew that his ego and pride were hurting more than his body was. He didn’t like to let you down, especially when you made the effort to come and see him in a match. After all, you were Calum’s fiancée - the only person in the world that he loved, that he actually had close to his heart - and disappointing you was the last thing that he wanted to do. He strived to make you smile, to see the prideful grin that graced your features every time you saw him triumph.
Now, you were quiet. The silence of the empty room enveloped you, triggering your words to get caught in your throat. You couldn’t communicate the thoughts that were flickering through your mind. You wanted to tell Calum that he didn’t let you down at all. Really, you were proud of him, but you knew he was inconsolable. He wouldn’t listen to anything you had to say.
You stepped forward, continuously observing the way his body rose and fell subtly with each breath he took. His head was in his hands now, palms concealing his face as he completely ignored your presence. His behavior would’ve seemed immature to you had you not known that this was his job. Boxing was what drew him out of bed in the morning. It was the way he lived since he was eighteen.
With a sigh, you stopped walking until you were stood directly in front of him. You extended your arm outward, moving to run your fingers through his hair, to push the dark strands up and off of his forehead. Calum cleared his throat and dropped his hands from his face. Your eyes met and you could practically feel the dejection that was settling into his bones. Blood had dried on his skin beneath his nose, his lips swollen as the dark crimson began to dry there as well.
“Calum,” you breathed out his name, your tone soft and sympathetic. You tilted his chin upward, your index finger resting beneath his chin so that you could really get a good look at him. “Cal, baby.”
“What?” He replied bluntly. His voice was hoarse.
As you studied his features, you felt your heart sink. “Just let me clean you up, all right? You’re a mess.”
He said nothing in reply - only blinked, nodding just subtly. It was a small response, but it was enough to please you. It was enough to let you know that he wasn’t completely distraught over the loss. Embarrassed, yes, but he would get over it. He always did. He was strong.
You turned away from him, nearing the sink in the corner of the room. There wasn’t much to work with back there as you had learned from the amount of time you had spent hanging around the gym. The place was practically crumbling to pieces. Of course there wasn’t a first aid kit anywhere in sight. None of the fighters actually believed in first aid, Calum included. But he knew it made you feel better to help.
However, you worked with what you had. You tore some paper towel off its rack and ran it under the faucet, putting the water on warm as you glanced back over your shoulder at Calum. He was already looking at you, observing as you shut off the sink and crossed the room once again to stand in front of him. He sat upright, lips parting as he exhaled, eyes grazing over your face.
“Thanks.” He mumbled.
His fingertips brushed against yours as he reached out to take the paper towel from your hands, but you shook your head, grasping both of his wrists and placing his hands back in his lap. “No, let me.”
Calum’s eyes stayed locked on yours for a moment longer until he nodded in defeat. He leaned back on the old, beat-up leather sofa, resting his head against its top cushion so that he was practically staring up at the ceiling. You frowned as you shifted to straddle his lap, tracing the outline of his jaw as you studied the marks on his face. You had certainly seen worse. This fact calmed you, allowed you to relax and slow the fast beating of your heart.
Still, you gently dragged the paper towel over the areas where the blood was lingering, clinging mercilessly to his skin. You rubbed it away, noting how Calum winced once your touch brushed against his nose. He had gotten hit square in the face after a failed attempt to block himself and it was then that you really wanted to leave. But you didn’t. You stayed because you needed to be there for him.
After you had rid his skin of most of the blood, you let your hands cup his face as you drank in the sight of him. His cheeks were still flushed and you could see the empty trace in his dark eyes, the disappointment he was outwardly showing. Your gaze trailed down his every feature, down to his chest, where the tattoo of your name was inked into the smooth skin beneath his collarbone. Your fingertips skimmed over the imprint, gaze flickering back up to meet his. “I love you no matter what, baby, you know that?”
Calum nodded. A deep breath escaped his lips, his hands finally shooting outward to rest on the curvature of your waist. “‘Course I know that, princess.” He practically huffed.
You shook your head. He was always doubting himself, his ability, but you couldn’t be disappointed in Calum if you tried. He was effortlessly compelling with eyes that held the intent to win. You were more than amazed by his performance, loss or victory. He fought for everything he had. He fought for you. It was clear in his every action, even now as his stare trailed over your features while you were perched in his lap. He was still angry, but you were able to calm him, to provide him with some form of tranquility.
“Let me show you, Cal, how proud I am,” you murmured after a prolonged moment. “That all right?”
The shift in his demeanor was palpable after he registered your words. He nodded and swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he adjusted his position on the sofa beneath you. He was exhausted, spent from such a battering match, but you didn’t care. You knew he would let you attempt to piece his confidence back together. That was what you were there for. That was why he loved you.
You leaned down, combing your fingers through his hair once more. His eyes followed your every movement, tuning in to the way you were running your touch over the sharp angle of his jawline, the pad of your thumb swiping over his bottom lip. You wanted to heal him.
He met you halfway once you leaned down to kiss him. You could taste the lingering blood as you melted into him, your knees on either side of his hips as his grip tightened on your waist. Your lips moved with his slowly, passionately, allowing you to feel every twist of his tongue as it traced over yours. You kept your hands on his face, feeling the way his jaw contracted and moved as he kissed you.
You pulled away unwillingly, leaning back to tug at the hem of your tee shirt. Calum watched, his cheeks already flushed and his pupils already dilated as you pulled the shirt over your head, tossing it to the side. Your chest was level with Calum’s face, his eyes studying the way your cleavage spilled over the cups of your bra tauntingly.
Your breathing hitched as his hands traveled up your waist and over your ribs, palming your breasts through the material. Calum shifted forward so that he could unclasp it swiftly, pulling it from your shoulders and tossing it to the side along with your shirt.
Goosebumps rose on your body as Calum brought his mouth up to your chest, sucking a hickey over the area right beneath your neck. Your back arched absently, lips parting from the sensation as Calum’s lips dragged over your skin teasingly, voice low as he said, “You gonna ride me tonight, pretty girl?”
You looked down at him, nodding easily. He was distracted from the embarrassment of his loss, and you were glad to know that. He was completely immersed in the way you looked above him, your skin soft beneath his hands as they wandered over your figure, mapping out every dip and curve of your flesh. You could still feel the material of the wrapping that stretched over his knuckles, worn from being shoved beneath his boxing gloves. He had yet to take the tape off.
You let your hands steady yourself on his shoulders as you bowed your head to kiss him again, feeling the way he was heating up your body. Your tongue rolled over his with ease, his hands moving from your breasts down to the curve of your ass, kneading your skin through the denim of your jeans. Calum was already pushing his hips forward in effort to feel some sort of friction between the two of you, a tent visible in the thin material of his running shorts.
He bit down on your lower lip, pulling it back slowly, teasingly before his eyes flashed open to bore into yours. They were afire with attraction, allowing you to see a window into his current thoughts. He was inundated in your current situation, having forgotten about the night’s negative turn of events. He was only focused on you.
You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of his jaw, one of your hands sliding down the flatness of his torso. You could feel the ridges of his abdomen, his skin taut over his muscles, painted with tattoos from over the years. You let your fingertips trace the waistband of his shorts, noticing the way his lips parted from the anticipation, grip on your ass tensing. You let out a soft chuckle at his response, slapping the elastic waistband against his navel.
“Baby,” he virtually whined. “You know I don’t like it when you tease me.”
You ignored his complaint, your hand disappearing beneath the shorts since he was free of any boxers beneath. You could feel his erection and how hard he was beginning to get, his hips jutting upward once your fingertips grazed his length. Calum threw his head back against the couch cushion, allowing you to lean forward and press your lips to the open area of his neck as you wrapped your grasp around his base.
“So proud of you,” you murmured, mouth moving up to the lobe of his ear. “So strong, Cal.”
His hands moved from your lower half to grip the leather sofa cushions at his sides. You watched him as his eyelids fluttered shut, mouth falling agape as you began stroking his length beneath his shorts. Your motions were slow and smooth, your legs still on either side of his thighs while you straddled him.
His chest was flushed a faint red to match his cheeks. You let your eyes watch as his muscles tensed, then went slack as he reveled in the pleasure you were giving him. He was so beautiful like this, with his hair messy and his body completely and utterly natural, sporadic hickeys blending in with the bruises on his skin. You couldn’t help yourself when you leaned in again, dragging your tongue up the hollow of his throat before biting down gently on the skin below his ear, sucking another love bite as you continued stroking his length.
Calum groaned quietly, the noise soft beneath his breath as you swiped your thumb over his tip. He was beginning to throb against your palm, his heart beating heavily in his chest as you hovered over him, studying his every move in the dim lighting of the prep room. The fluorescent lights above flickered as Calum sighed again, muttering, “Fuck, princess, want your mouth.”
You felt your stomach flip with anticipation once his words hung in the air, your fingers tightening around Calum’s length absently. His hips twitched inadvertently, pushing forward into your fist as his hands moved from the couch cushions back to your waist. You left one final kiss on his neck, then quickly pressed your lips against his. “Okay, baby.” You almost soothed, tone soft.
Calum let out a short whimper once your touch retreated from beneath his shorts, watching as you shifted out of his lap so that you were knelt on the floor in front of him. He adjusted himself so that he was closer than you, lifting up his lower half to rid himself of the only layer of clothing that he wore. You let your eyes drag over his naked body, the way that it was battered but still beautiful, the way that his stare was boring into yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
He hissed with surprise once you reached up and curled your fist around his base again, your tongue darting out to lick over his tip. Calum’s hands immediately shot out to twist your hair up and out of your face, holding it against the crown of your head as he watched you wrap your lips around his head, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked harshly.
“Shit, baby,” Calum groaned, silencing his noises by biting down on his lower lip.
You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, unable to help yourself. You liked to see the way he responded to your motions, how his entire body would tense and then relax, how his grip on your hair would tighten once you lowered your mouth further onto his length. You could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water before you screwed them shut. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his shaft, tuning in to the way Calum let out a strangled moan once you started to deepthroat him.
Your nose was nearly level with his navel as you leaned forward, holding yourself in the same position as Calum went silent. You knew he was struggling to hold himself together. You on your knees in front of him was enough to drive him completely over the edge, but he quickly nudged your face away, shaking his head as he let out a deep breath and pulled you back into his lap.
You were still breathless as he placed his hand on the nape of your neck and pulled you toward him, his lips melting against your own effortlessly. He still tasted faintly of blood but you didn’t mind, only whimpering as his tongue traced the outline of your bottom lip, his hands smoothing over the ridges of your spine and twining back around before he was fumbling with the button of your jeans.
Swiftly, he unzipped them, breaking your kiss to murmur, “You’re so good to me, baby.” His voice was soft, lips dragging against your as he spoke. “Can’t wait to make you my wife.”
You could feel your heart warming just because of his words and the meaning that they held. It had taken Calum a long time to make enough money to buy you the ring that was fastened on your finger, but it meant more than anything to you that he actually loved you enough to be with you forever. The fact that he reminded you of that was enough to make you lean in and kiss him fully again, feverishly, your hands twisting in the dark locks of his hair as he unzipped your jeans.
He sat you up so that he could tug the denim down your legs, allowing you to step out of them until you were in just your underwear, stood between his parted knees as he stayed stationed on the couch. Your breathing hitched once he hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of the lace, pushing those down your hips as well, dropping them to the floor where your jeans were. His eyes skimmed your body, lips parted as he drank in the sight of you completely bare before him. And he looked at you like it was the first time, just as he always did.
And then time resumed, his strong grasp pulling you back on top of him, lips on yours once more. He couldn’t get enough of your taste, the way he would swallow your breaths as his hands traveled your body and explored your skin. He loved every aspect of you, the way that you supported him and the way that you did whatever you could to reassure him.
But what made your relationship with Calum more special was what he did for you. He fought for you, bringing home enough money to provide for an apartment for you to share, a ring for you to wear just so that he could brag to his friends about how he was the one to get to marry you. He adored you with everything in him, and he never failed to let you know that.
So you kept that thought in the back of your mind as he brushed your hair out of your face, large hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you slower, his erection resting against your thigh as you straddled him again. You could have kissed him for hours if you didn’t want more. You let your hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the way his touch dropped down between your thighs, skimming over your center.
Your mouth fell agape even as he kissed you. Calum swallowed your whimpers as he began tracing his fingers over your clit, working you up even though he was aching. He wanted to hear the way you reacted to his every move, how you craved whatever it was that he wanted to give you. He continued rubbing at the bundle of nerves between your legs, kissing you and kissing you until you were sure that your lips were numb.
But he stopped his movements once he grew too impatient, lips moving sloppily until he found it in him to pull away. You were breathless, cheeks hot and skin hotter once he brought you down lower onto his lap. “Want to feel you.” He admitted in a gravelly voice, reaching over to his wallet that he had abandoned on the space next to him.
You nodded in agreement, watching him as he retrieved a condom and ripped the package open quickly. He rolled it over his length, bottom lip taken between his teeth, eyes flickering up to you occasionally. They softened once you locked gazes, your hand resting on his shoulder as he grasped your waist once more. “Go ahead, baby.” He urged you softly, pressing one final kiss to your lips before you were lowering yourself down onto his length.
You could feel his taste lingering on your tongue as you slowly situated yourself, feeling your walls stretching around his girth, stretching. Calum groaned almost instantaneously, the sound of your synchronized sighs filling the silence of the empty room, his grip on your hips harshening. Your fingernails were already digging into the skin of his shoulders once you bottomed out, completely adjusted to the feeling.
“So damn good, princess, fuck.” Calum muttered.
You were leaning forward, chest pressed against his as you picked yourself up again, then dropped back down. Your thighs were already burning from the sensation and the awkward angle but it was overshadowed by the intense pleasure that was spreading throughout the entirety of your body. It was making you sweat, your skin growing sticky against Calum’s as you developed a slow pace, Calum aiding you only sporadically.
You finally found it in you to arch yourself, gripping his shoulders and completely start moving after a few moments. Your body was on full display for Calum. You could feel his eyes wandering over your bare chest and down your torso to where your hips were connecting, skin against skin. He was swearing quietly, the words slurring together as he watched the way you worked yourself on him, knowing that you were all his.
You could feel the buildup starting in the pit of your stomach already with every drop of your lower half. Calum was deep inside you every time you bottomed out, his length virtually throbbing from how aroused he was. You were biting on your lower lip to keep from making too much noise, but Calum was spurring you on, whispering, “C’mon, princess, let me hear you.”
You couldn’t help yourself when you whined at the mere sound of his voice. It was so wrecked, hesitating every time you lowered yourself around his girth. His hands slid down from your waist to your ass, gripping your flesh and guiding you up and down, helping you to create a better rhythm, your bodies contacting even harder.
But he slowed you down, elongating your movements so that you could feel every inch of his length pushing forward, causing your breathing to shallow. You opened your eyes to see Calum’s face contorting, telling you that he was close, but he was holding out for you, distracting himself by leaning forward and kissing you. You tried desperately to kiss him back, but you were unable to because of the pleasure that was overtaking you.
“You gonna cum soon, princess, aren’t you?” Calum whispered, leaning forward so that his lips were at your ear.
The new positioning made you gasp from the intensity, your toes curling as you nodded in reply to his question. He could sense the way your body was being driven over the edge. He knew your habits like the back of his hand - how your eyes were screw shut and your muscles would tense and then you would completely still. He wanted to make you feel good, so he held you up by the underside of your thighs, guiding you on top of him and thrusting up to meet your movements halfway.
You moaned out his name loudly, undoubtedly sensing the smirk that would soon grow on his face because of that. You couldn’t help yourself once you were uncoiling, your body shaking on top of him as you wrapped your arms around his broad frame and buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the pleasure hit you in strong waves.
Calum was grunting intermittently, his fingertips pressing into your skin hard enough to leave marks behind, but you could hardly feel it. You were still coming down from your high, feeling him thrust up into you irregularly, losing momentum as his climax crept up on him. He groaned lowly before stilling completely, spilling into the condom as his lips pressed against your shoulder.
And then it was silent, your bodies collapsing back onto the sofa, hot and tired and bruised. Your vision was hazy and your eyes were exhausted, but you could make out the intricate lettering of your name imprinted into Calum’s skin forever, and that was enough to make you hold him a little bit closer. He was strong, and it was you who he fought for the most.
