calum hood boyfriend headcanons .ᐟ sfw & nsfw included
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➺ loves sleeping in. if he can have five extra minutes to hold you every morning he'd take it in a heartbeat. will groan about getting up until you threaten to withhold movie nights from him.
➺ calls you baby more than your actual name, to the point where you can't remember the last time he used it. the boys tease you both for it, calling the two of you 'babyyyy' in sing-songy voices when you're all together.
➺ would rather send a voice note or call rather than text. he loves the sound of your voice, and would rather talk to you than have to imagine it over a text. it's a win-win, cause then you get to hear his soft, low voice as often as possible. ends every call with a "love you, baby" and a long, drawn-out, exaggerated smooch sound into the mic.
➺ "hates" when you watch reality tv, but will end up with a drink in hand, yelling at the screen to the point where you have to actually calm him down. he is always lurking at the corner of the room at first until you pat the spot next to you and pour him a glass of wine. his favourite is love island.
➺ biggest loverboy even though he acts nonchalant. will come up behind you when you are doing the most mundane things and wrap his arms around you, head buried in your neck, murmuring little things about how beautiful you look and how lucky he is.
➺ movie nights with him always end with him passed out, whether his head is in your lap or on your shoulder. he’ll deny it every time you bring it up, claiming he was “just resting his eyes", even though you have loads of pictures and videos of him asleep on you, snoring softly, mouth slightly open.
➺ thinks shotgunning a cigarette or a blunt with you is the hottest thing to exist. as much as he likes watching you smoke with him, he frequently gets carried away and uses his mouth on yours as an excuse to kiss you deeply, no matter who's around.
➺ switch. loves when you ride him so he can get a front row view to the way your body bounces on top of him. always has a hand on your hip and a hand on your chest, grasping and kneading, watching as your mouth falls open and your hair strays in front of your face. can be subby if he's in the mood, but is also pleased with fully taking care of you.
➺ big on hands. he loves how big his hands look on you, whether on your waist or around your throat or kneading your ass when he fucks you from behind. it helps that he catches you staring at them in awe when he plays bass or splays them out on your thighs.
➺ second biggest eater after michael. practically begs to have you sit on his face, one hand holding yours and the other locked around your thigh to keep you in place. lets you use his face as you please.
➺ exhibitionist? will be sexually suggestive in public with you despite your very weak protests, also will happily film you guys and "accidentally" send it to his friends. acts shy but would gladly show you off at any given moment.
➺ loves when you act all bratty. he will happily put you in your place with a smirk and a well-timed hair pull - he "secretly" loves it when you tease him and his look of pure admiration definitely has nothing to do with it.
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.
Summary: Despite the tour that drains every ounce of the band's energy, (Y/n) is still suffering her insomnia. And a string of sleepless nights causes a few accidents for (Y/n) and frightens the band.
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"Where you going?"
The words seemed to pass through Calum's lips in a blur until they were jumbling together. His voice was gruff, sleep laced through each sylabol that showed he wasn't fully awake, though he wasn't quite back to sleep yet either.
His cheek was meshed into the pillow that shrouded round him and seemed to envelope and conform to him like a second skin. He couldn't find it within himself to open his eyes, it was too much hard work and his mind simply wouldn't allow it.
But he did, however, manage to reach his left arm out that had previously been strewn on the pillow. His arm didn't lift far from the bed, but just enough so that his hand could reach out for (Y/n).
He had been drifting, on the verge of sleep when he felt a movement beside him. (Y/n) was getting up. Calum had no idea what time it was, though he did know it was some time after midnight because they hadn't gotten back on the tour bus until then and it took them all a while to get settled in their bunks and to sleep.
The bunk was rather small for two people, but (Y/n) and Calum somehow made it work. He wouldn't be able to settle properly if he didn't have her beside him, and she was now moving.
"Bathroom," (Y/n) murmured back, a softness to her otherwise strained voice.
She let her fingers brush across Calum's hand, their fingers ghosting before she reached down and moved a few loose tendrils of hair away from his temple and eyes. The touch must have made some part of him relax because his arm flopped down against the pillow again and a soft sigh left his lips at the touch.
(Y/n) traced her fingertips along his temple and down his cheek, light enough that her touch could have been mistaken for the brush of a feather.
When her touch was gone, Calum barely made a noise, already falling back into the depths of dreamless sleep again.
Green-eyed jealousy clawed at her chest as she watched him.
Oh how jealous she felt.
Tears sprung in her eyes from one look at Calum and she turned before she could stand and sob at the sight of him falling blissfully asleep.
Her hands reached out for the wall, using it to prop herself up as she wobbled through the small room that was at the back of the bus which housed the bunks they slept in when travelling on the road.
It wasn't so much that the bus was uneven or going over potholes or putting her terribly off balance. It was how drained and delirious (Y/n) felt which made her need to reach out for stability.
She made it into the small toilet at the back of the bus, not bothering to turn on the light. Her hands braced on the edge of the sink for stability and she leant forward, wishing for the headache raging behind her eyes to disappear.
The rest of the band were asleep, had been for a while now. (Y/n) was the last one out of the five of them who was left like this. Awake, broken and exhausted and wishing for nothing more than to be able to lie down and sleep.
But her mind wouldn't let her.
Sleep wasn't her friend. Sleep hadn't been her friend for a long time now. It had been okay when she was in school, it was something she had coped with, broken sleep here and there, sleeping in on weekends to make up for the lack of sleep during the week nights.
Being on tour with the band made it better, being totally exhausted from shows and always on the move, prepping for shows, running down her energy on stage, staying up for more than twenty hours at a time, it worked. She got better sleep during the tour, and when they were home and working in the studio to prepare albums, it was a busy, hectic time. Sleep patterns were strange and random and they made it work.
There were just times like these where (Y/n)'s insomnia broke all the rules. Times where she had been on stage each night, where she had blasted through a show, done the prep, gotten the stages ready and then packed back up. Nights where it was midnight before they were back on the bus or in a hotel for the night. And sleep still didn't think (Y/n) deserved its gracious rest.
This was the fifth night in a row where (Y/n) hadn't managed to sleep; at all. A few minutes during the day before a show, the odd minute here and there at night when she was horribly broken down and her mind finally caved in.
Everyone knew she wasn't sleeping, they could see it on her face, in the bags beneath her eyes that had to be covered with make up during a show. They could see the gaunt look to her face, the sluggish way she moved, the way she seemed one second away from collapse. But there wasn't much anyone could do that they hadn't already treied, to give (Y/n) some peace and help her sleep.
Nothing worked, and (Y/n) was sick of it.
She wasn't entirely sure why she had decided to come into this small, cramped space when she could have gone in the other direction and headed into the little area that was made to feel like a lounge with a sofa and some seats. That would have been a better idea since she couldn't sleep.
It wasn't like she could sit here in the poxy toilet space and try to get some sleep or turn her mind off.
But she had told Calum she was going to the toilet, it had been the only thing she could think off the top of her sleep-deprived head that wouldn't make him wake up and worry. If he knew she was struggling again, if he knew how wide awake yet dead on her feet she felt, then he would stay awake with her. He would try and help her to fall asleep, and (Y/n) didn't want that.
She didn't want anyone else staying awake needlessly, not when she was the only one being plagued by insomnia.
With one hand gripping the edge of the sink she was leaning heavily against, (Y/n) raised her right hand and pressed her closed fist against her parted mouth. She clenched down until the sharp edges of her teeth were almost cutting through the tough skin of her hand, chomping down to smother the scream that was threatening to break out of her chest. If she let the scream escape, she would wake and alert the band, and she didn't want to do that.
The boys had done so much for (Y/n). All of them tried to help her when she couldn't sleep.
All five of them had to share the sleep space, like four teenagers sharing a bedroom. All of them had gone through the motions with (Y/n) and given suggestions.
They suggested she listen to calming sounds through her headphones to sleep, they suggested playing soft music or natural sounds or white noise. They hummed until they fell asleep and (Y/n) was calm, but wide awake.
They doused her bunk in lavender. Ashton gave her some of his green tea, the others made her hot chocolates to see if a hot drink would help her settle. They suggested not going on her phone up to an hour before she wanted to try and sleep, no screen time. She didn't even read because reading always stimulated her mind and kept her awake.
(Y/n) took long showers, she took sleeping remedies, her anxiety meds were supposed to make her drowsy but even that didn't send her to sleep.
Her grip remained tight enough on the sink that she was sure the pressure she applied was going to break the porcelean at any moment.
Without the light on, her surroundings were cast in dark hues and faint blue shadows. There was a thin illumination from the light in the hall and the small LED lights along the floor in the sleeping area.
It cast enough light that when (Y/n) looked up into the mirror, she could just make out her features, but the longer she stared, the more unnerved she became. Her features didn't look right. Her eyes looked strange, broken, hollow, somehow sunken into her face. Her cheeks were gaunt and hollow. Her mouth was parted and gave a hollow gaping expression like her jaw was hanging off and about to fall into the sink.
Whatever image stared back at her in the mirror, (Y/n) didn't recognise it. This wasn't her. She didn't look like this.
Her mind was casting strange spells over her; being sleep deprived really did make the mind turn against itself.
"I just. Want. To. Sleep!"
the words were a broken hiss but her reflection seemed to say something else back to her entirely. She felt as if her reflection was taunting her. Everything was taunting her. Everything was against her; nothing and no one wanted her to sleep, to rest and recouperate and feel better. Everyone wanted her to suffer. Nothing was helping.
The next moment happened in a blur that (Y/n) didn't really understand until she took a cautious step back until the back of her knees hit the edge of the toilet.
She blinked, hard and repeatedly to try and clear the ache that suddenly burst to life behind her eyes and throbbed in her temple.
When (Y/n) focused her blurring vision ahead of her, she lolled her head to one side, staring with wonder and shock plastered across her face. The mirror was cracked. A huge spiderweb of fractures and fizzling lines spread from the top middle section of the mirror, reaching out to the corners and partway down the mirror.
Sprinkles of glass had rained down into the sink, but most of the broken pieces had stayed in place in the frame.
There were streaks of blood soaked into the cracks, smeared across the broken pieces, splotches dripped down into the rim of the crystal white sink.
When she lifted her hand, she barely winced when she touched her temple that was throbbing and aching.
Her hand retracted from her temple and reached out for the mirror instead. A soft "Huh," escaped her lips when she touched the glass and it still felt smooth and glistened beneath her touch.
Had she really thrust her head into the mirror? Had it really broken, or was this just a delusion, a waking dream because of her lack of sleep?
(Y/n) winced. Her head was aching; now she knew what Ashton's bass drum felt like, being hit and pummelled repeatedly, night after night in each different city and venue that they played. Her skin was pulsing, her temple throbbing and aching like he was swelling up and growing with each pulse of her heartbeat.
A strange sense of wonder flooded (Y/n)'s chest when she found that she couldn't keep her eyes open. Her head was aching too much, the dim night lights that lit up the corridor and the floor at the edges of the walls were suddenly too bright for her eyes to handle. There was a dull sensation creeping through her temple and a blaring white noise ringing in her ears.
Her feet bent and stumbled beneath her, leading her to sway and fall against the wall as she tried to leave the small room. Her hands plastered to the thin walls, using them as leverage to keep herself upright as she kept her aching eyes closed and focused on her hazy memory and sense of direction to get her back to the sleeping bunks.
God, she was glad she and Calum were on a bottom bunk so she didn't have to strain and wrangle herself up onto one of the top bunks.
She knew she found the right one when she tried to open her eyes and saw those wisping curls and heard that mellow breathing. She would know Calum anywhere by the sound of his breathing.
He seemed to have moved towards the edge of the bunk when she got out, perhaps to try and reach after her when he partially woke and realised she was leaving for a few minutes.
So (Y/n) tried to be careful as she flopped her chest onto his arm- since he was laid on his right side facing her- and she swung one leg up, keeping her body hunched over so she could clamber over Calum and get into the bunk. She heard him grumble something and she felt his hand curl around her thigh where her shorts had ridden up.
His touch was firm and reassuring, gripping her thigh and giving her a push to help her get in behind him.
She landed on the thin mattress with a bang and one elbow whacked against the wall behind her, but she barely felt a thing.
Deciding not to bother scrambling beneath the cover, (Y/n) let her head sink into the pillow, feeling warm and protected and secured in the small space between the wall and Calum. These bunks weren't made for two, but they made it work. Sleeping alone in one of these after wedging in together always felt wrong, there was too much space when they were sleeping alone.
She flopped her left arm over Calum's waist and wedged her leg in between his, settling on her right side. Her face was close enough to Calum's back that her breaths fanned against his skin through his shirt, but not close enough that her face was pressed up into his back like she normally would have. Her temple was still aching.
What a strange illusion her mind had cast on her in the bathroom. (Y/n) felt calm all of a sudden, she felt relaxed despite the throbbing in her temple, and her mind wasn't racing or wandering off.
There was… nothing. Nothing going through her mind, no thoughts, no memories or scenarios or dreams or voices chattering away.
And for the first time in five consecutive nights, (Y/n) finally found herself falling asleep.
Or unconscious.
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A guttural groan vibrated through Michael's throat and made his chest quake. He tried to open his eyes, to adjust to the sudden brightness shining down upon him, but he couldn't get his eyes into focus. Not when his main concern was the hand that was roughly shaking his shoulder, rousing him abruptly from the fading dream that he could scarcely remember now.
His shoulder jostled in its socket and he groaned again, managing to fling his arm out of his bunk to make whoever it was stop shaking him. He was awake. He didn't want to be, but he was.
"Are you okay?" The worry that laced through Luke's voice and edged his broken tone made Michael frown as he opened his eyes.
He rolled onto his left side, slowly swinging his legs over the edge and pushing himself up from the bunk; suddenly glad he wasn't on the top bunk as he wouldn't of had the energy to get out.
"Apart from you waking me up, yeah. Why?"
He ran a hand through his tousled hair, feeling each strand stuck up in every direction like a bird's nest on top of his head. He squinted across at Luke, unsure why his bandmate thought he suddenly wasn't well and why he was so eager for Michael to wake up and talk.
Why did he think something was wrong? Had Michael been talking in his sleep? He'd never done that before to his knowledge.
His exhausted eyes focused on Luke, who's own hair must have resembled Michael's, spiked up from awkward sleeping positions and would probably need washing just to tame it into any sort of hairstyle. The way Luke frowned at him, lips parted and tongue darting out to the corner of his mouth as if feeling for the long-gone lip ring, showed how concerned he was for reasons unknown.
"The fucking toilet, what the Hell happened in there?" With an exasperated tone, Luke flung his right arm out behind him to signal towards the end of the tour bus.
With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, Michael weaved around Luke, catching his shoulder as he walked past him to take a look.
This was a funny sort of wake up call. Shaking Michael awake to let him know that someone had either blocked the toilet or trashed the cupboard sized room. Well, it wasn't Michael. He hadn't gotten up during the night to go to the toilet, he certainly hadn't blocked it or locked himself in and broken the door to get out or whatever the Hell it was that Luke presumed had happened.
He swore that if he went in there and found the toilet blocked or overflowing, he would run back out again. That wasn't something he could- or would- fix.
But as Michael aimed for the room and clutched the doorframe, peering around, he shuddered and stepped back automatically.
"Jesus!"
That hadn't been him. He hadn't caused that, but whoever did must have been in some dire situation. Why hadn't any of them heard it? When had this happened? What had they been doing in there?
Stepping back towards the bunks, Michael's brows knitted together, lips parted in a look of twisted worry and shock. He reached out for the bunks on the left, stepping onto his own so he could drag the small curtain aside and look up into the small space where Ashton was sprawled out.
"You good, are you okay?" He prodded Ashton's torso seeing as though the drummer was half awake, clearly having heard the comotion that was starting out here.
Ashton's bleary eyes opened and he lolled his head to the left until he was almost hanging out of his bunk.
He frowned, squinting at them as Luke leant up to try and look at him, though when Luke tried to reach out for him Ashton batted his hand away.
It looked like Luke was trying to analyse him, like he was searching for something. "Was it you in the bathroom?"
"I'm literally in bed. What's going on?"
What was he supposed to have done? How was he meant to have done something in the bathroom- whether that meant the tiny shower cubicle or the toilet in the next room- when he had been in bed all night? Ashton had climbed up here at one in the morning and he hadn't left since. He didn't have a weak bladder and had to get up during the night, once he was asleep that was it. He wasn't moving for the remainder of the night.
With a roll of his eyes Luke turned away from the bunk, his back to both of them as he looked at the opposite bunk, the one directly beneath his own. If it wasn't Michael, and it wasn't Ashton…
He bent down and parted the thin curtain, letting the light spill into the small space as his breath caught in his throat.
"It's Cal."
His voice was nothing more than a whisper, but the terror in his words made Michael and Ashton shudder nonetheless.
As Ashton clambered down to find out what was happening, both Michael and Luke leant into the bunker and patted and nudged Calum's arm and shoulder, shaking him as tenderly as they could to get him to wake up.
A violent jerk rolled through Calum's leg and sent his foot spasming off the edge of the thin mattress and earned a yelp from his lips. His eyes burst open and he looked around, feeling drowsy and overwhelmed and confused all at once. His eyes narrowed as he stared up at a pair of worried faces looking down at him and he half expected them to have magnifying glasses in their hands because they looked like they were searching for something.
"What were you doing, are you good? Did you have some kind of accident-"
"What?" This was far too many questions for this time in the morning, although Calum wasn't sure what time it was, it felt far too early to be awake.
"The mirror in the toilet, you broke it. What happened?"
Upon hearing that, Ashton turned away from them and padded across the carpet towards the back of the bus. It took him all of two seconds to look into the small room, note all the broken glass, the cracked mirror, the splotches of blood on the sink and the floor; for him to turn and head back to them, now understanding the urgency of the situation.
Concern pooled within Calum's chest and he warily leant backwards into the pillow when Michael reached out towards him. But he was only trying to point to Calum's temple, clearly having seen something.
Calum's brows furrowed and he touched his temple, rather surprised not to feel any sort of sore spot considering they thought he was injured, for reasons unknown to him. He rubbed a bit harder at his temple but when he pulled his hand away, his stomach sucked in and his jaw loosened. There was dried blood on his fingers; there was blood on his temple, that was what Michael and Luke were staring at so intently.
"What the fuck… I- I haven't- I've just been asleep, you woke me…"
Confusion tore through him as he flung the thin sheet off his legs and clambered out to his feet, surprised to find that other than the shock and panic dwelling in his chest, he felt just fine.
He stumbled past Luke and weaved around Ashton to go to the toilet and see what they were talking about.
The mirror was broken. A spiderweb of cracks stretched out from the top centre of the mirror and there were lots of shards laid in the sink and stuck to the edges. The blood was the most worrying part. Soaked and dried into the cracks like cement or tile grout. Painted across the shimmering white sink like it was a canvas that needed to be decorated.
With furrowed brows he leant closer to the mirror and peered through one of the larger fragments that wasn't broken or split with hairline cracks. As he stared at his reflection, Calum rubbed away at his temple until the blood came away in flakes like peeling paint.
There was no cut to his temple. This fact surprised him, even though deep in his bones Calum knew this wasn't him. This hadn't been down to him. He hadn't done anything in here, he hadn't gotten angry and whacked the mirror or tossed something at it or pummeled his fist into it. This wasn't his doing.
So why did he have blood on him?
A horrifying realisation dawned on Calum and in a split second he was turning on his heels and pushing his way back into the bunk area. He tried not to shove his bandmates who were watching him with worried eyes, clearly thinking he had gone through some sort of dilemma during the night that he had tried to hide from them.
"It wasn't me. It wasn't me!" Growing terror surged through Calum's voice and alerted the other three that there was one person they hadn't even thought of. One person they hadn't considered who could be the injured party here, because it was something so out of the ordinary.
Calum couldn't let his focus land on any of them. He couldn't even look at them and see the realisation pooling within their eyes as they worked out what he meant and who it was that had been hurt.
He scrambled towards his bunk until he could thrust himself down on his knees on the carpet and lean in. His hands reached out for (Y/n) who was exactly where he had left her, laid with her back to him and her front facing the wall. Her knees were slightly curled up towards her stomach and her arms were laid loosely over her middle almost as if she were a child trying to hide away.
That was the first clue; (Y/n) was actually asleep.
She wasn't laid there on her phone or reading a book or just laid with her eyes closed trying to rest and wait for the rest of them to wake up. She was asleep. She had managed to fall asleep last night.
Reaching out for his phone that was tucked beneath his pillow, Calum switched the torch light on and shone the light across (Y/n) while his right hand gently curled around her shoulder. He carefully rolled her onto her back while his stomach pressed into the edge of the mattress so he could lean in and hover above her.
Even before he saw her properly, Calum clocked the streaks of blood smeared across his pillow and there was a large patch of blood soaked right through (Y/n)'s pillow that was wedged in the corner.
"Oh my God- baby what did you do?"
His phone dropped onto the pillow, the light shining up at the roof of the bunk and casting a pure white illumination through the small space. Calum's hips dug uncomfortably into the frame, his legs dangling in the air behind him as his elbows jutted down into the bed and his hands immediately reached out for (Y/n).
He cupped her face in his hands that were tremoring as he stared down at her with lips parted in horror and dark brown eyes that were already glossing over.
There was a large gash on her temple right in the centre and it was lathered in both fresh and dried blood ranging from vibrant fire truck red to dark crimson that was almost black where it had dried in clumps. Loose frays of hair had stuck and glued themselves into the cut, matted against the top and side of her head and there was clearly some swelling to her temple.
Calum narrowed his eyes, trying to work out whether there were any pieces of glass imbedded in the cut or stuck in her temple or her face anywhere, but in this lighting he couldn't tell. And if the fragments were small enough, then he wouldn't see them with all that dried blood, especially if they were stuck in deep.
His heart lurched up into his throat when (Y/n) groaned, nudging her face into his palm like she was seeking out the touch and comfort.
He watched her as she tried to open her eyes, but either there was a raging headache forming behind them or it was too much hard work, because they were only half-lidded in the end.
(Y/n) felt herself shaking when she curled her hands around Calum's bare forearms and gae a little tug as she tried to sit herself up. She was grateful to him as he shifted from cupping her face to holding onto her hips, shuffling her towards him to help her get out of the bunk.
Everything felt fine when she swung her legs over the side, but the moment (Y/n) was on her feet, all the blood drained down to her toes and her legs felt oddly hollow and weak. They shook like blades of grass in a summer breeze before quickly caving in, sending her crumpling down into a heap on the floor.
Calum's hands on her waist lifted her as she fell, softening the blow as he went down on his knees along with her.
She let her back slump up against the bottom of the bunk bed and her head flopped forward, feeling like it weighed a ton. One trembling hand let go of Calum's forearm to try and touch her head but the moment she did, electricity repelled her hand away and she gasped. Her eyes closed and she let the trembling take over as she caved in to the whimpers clawing at her chest from the pounding ache in her temple.
"What… what- did you, did you fall into the mirror or something? There could be glass in your head."
Once again Calum reached out for her face, cupping her features within his palms as he brushed her hair away with the tip of his finger to try and see better. He was as gentle as he could be when he tilted her head down to try and see the damage now that they were in a better light, but he still couldn't fathom whether there was any glass remaining in her wound or not.
"Baby."
(Y/n) took a sharp breath and forced her eyes to open so she could look up at Calum. He was close enough that she could feel each shallow breath he took and when she stared at him, she realised his eyes were watering. He was practically in tears just from seeing her in pain and fearing what had happened to her during the night.
Her hands cupped his wrists, clinging tight enough to bruise while she slowly looked to the right, towards the rest of the band. They were staring down at her with worry lighting up their eyes and concern plastered across their faces.
When she clocked Ashton stood further back than the others and she saw the light on in the toilet at the far end, realisation swept across her face.
"Oh, I, I thought it was a dream."
That did nothing to calm any of them down or provide them with some insight into what had happened.
When she squeezed his wrists as if to gain his attention, Calum leant in a bit closer, but he was unnerved by the glimmer of a smile that crept across (Y/n)'s lips. "I finally slept."
That was not comforting, and Calum couldn't smile at that. In fact he felt his jaw loosening again until he was sure his mouth was going to end up on the floor. She hadn't slept out of exhaustion or sleep-deprivation, she hadn't finally had a proper night's rest. She had slept because she had been hurt, she most likely knocked herself out with whatever happened in that bathroom during the night. That was no reason to smile.
"Yeah, 'cos you've probably got concussion."
A helpless look crossed his face and he glanced up over his left shoulder, staring at the others to try and get one of them to agree with him or say or do something to make this better. Because Calum didn't know what he was supposed to do now.
It was Luke who moved first, who sighed and rested his hand on Calum's shoulder so he could weave around them and jog towards the other door towards the main section of the bus.
"I'll tell them to pull over, get a medic from the other bus."
They had an entourage, another bus full of their stage crew and production team and their management, two vans with all their equipment and set productions in. A few people in their team were first-aid trained, one of them was going to have to come on here and give them a hand to check (Y/n) over. They might even need to divert to the nearest hospital and get her checked out in the emergency room.
"Is it bad?" The mellow, worried tone to (Y/n)'s voice made Calum's eyes widen and shoot straight back to her after watching Luke rush out.
He raised one hand to brush her hair back behind her ear, sinking his teeth down into his lower lip sharp enough to feel a tinge of blood welling up on his tongue. And he shook his head.
"No baby, you'll be alright."
"You might need to wear one of my bandanas for the next few shows though." Ashton commented quietly, earning a half-smile from (Y/n) and a sharp look from Calum.
It took some effort for (Y/n) to push her weight forwards but when she managed it, she turned her head and slumped her cheek against Calum's broad shoulder. She felt the warmth radiating off of him, probably worsened by the panic she had unintentionally created for him.
Her trembling hands curled around his right bicep, gluing his arm around her as she leant into his chest and let her burning eyes fall closed again.
She felt Calum's lips against the top of her head and hair while his right arm stayed bound around her middle and his left hand cradled her cheek. He didn't seem to notice that he was swaying them back and forth, but it worked in loosening some of the tension in his system.
"I've got you," he murmured into her hair, hoping this truly wasn't as bad as it had first looked.
a/n: little to no plot lol I needed an excuse gaah im a perver
WARNING! RPF CONTENT DONT LIKE DONT READ
You’d been circling each other for weeks, always ending up in the same rooms, always a little too conscious of where he was standing. Group settings made it impossible to ignore the way your eyes found his without thinking, the way his gaze seemed to linger whenever he thought you weren’t looking, but you were, unfortunately, too aware. Every near-brush of shoulders felt purpose, every shared laugh a little too charged. You told yourself it didn’t mean anything, that it was only a one-time thing.
It wouldn’t have been unusual for Calum, anyway. He had a reputation for crossing lines, especially when it came to female friendships. You’d seen it before, watched it happen to other people. You and he were supposed to be nothing more than acquaintances, with overlapping circles, easy familiarity, nothing worth thinking about. That was what you’d clung to, even after that night at one of Ashton’s parties.
You’d thought it was just a hookup. A moment, uncomplicated and fleeting, the kind of thing that happened around band guys all the time and never followed you home. Except it had. Quietly. Since then, he’d stayed in contact, of course, never consistent enough to call it serious, never distant enough to forget. A reply to your here, a reaction late at night wyd. Nothing that demanded anything from you, nothing you could point to and say that this actually means something.
But you felt it anyway, that tingle.
You felt it now, standing in the same space as him again, the weight of his attention settling on you like it always did. You felt it in the pauses between conversations, in the way your body stayed alert without you meaning to. Whatever this was, it hadn’t ended at that party.
Calum had invited you to hang out, and it hadn’t sounded like a big deal when he asked. Just a text, nothing dramatic. Still, once you were there, it felt different. You’d never been alone with him like this before. Not really. His place felt more personal than you expected, like you were stepping into a part of his life you hadn’t seen up close, and you doubt he did with many.
He handed you the glass. “Hope that’s fine. It’s all I’ve got.”
“Alright” you said. “You didn’t exactly sell it to me.”
He smirked. “Didn’t think I had to.”
That already annoyed you. What does that even mean? You stepped out onto the patio, the night cool against your skin. He followed, leaning against the railing a little too close. The quiet stretched longer than it needed to.
“So,” he said, signaling toward your glass. “Thoughts?”
“It’s wine,” you said flatly. “That’s not what this is about.”
His eyebrow lifted, he was a little caught off guard. “Straight to it, then.”
“You’re being weird,” You said, turning to face him. “Why am I different?” It wasn't necessary to say.
He laughed under his breath, staying quiet
“You don’t invite me over just to drink bad wine and talk about nothing.”
He studied you for a moment, like he was deciding how honest to be. “You could’ve said no, you know.”
“And you would’ve pretended you didn’t care,” you shot back. “That’s what you do.”
He shifted, his jaw tightened. “You think you know me that well?”
“I think you avoid things until you can’t,” you said. “And when it comes to women, you always keep one foot out the door.”
He scoffed. “That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it?” you asked. “You flirt just enough to keep people guessing, then act surprised when they read into it.”
He stepped closer, frustration rolling off him. “So why are you here, then?”
“Because you’ve been doing it to me,” you said. “And I wanted to see if you’d actually own it this time.”
He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You think I’d bring you here if that’s all this was?”
“I think you like control,” you mentioned. “And I think you’re used to people letting you set the pace.”
His mouth twitched. “You’re not wrong.”
You took a step closer, refusing to back down. “So say it.”
“Say what?”
“That you didn’t invite me over for nothing.”
His voice dropped. “You already know that.”
“I want to hear you say it.” Another beat passed.
“I want you.” He said, and he didn’t look away this time.
Your stomach flipped, but you didn’t soften. “Then stop acting like this is accidental.”
His hand came to your waist, firmer now. “It’s not.”
You held his gaze, heart pounding. “Good. Because I don’t do mixed signals.”
A breath passed between you.
“Neither do I,” he said quietly. “Not tonight.”
Neither of you said anything after that. There wasn’t a need to. His hand stayed at your waist, firm now, guiding instead of asking. When he leaned in, his mouth brushed your cheek, not a kiss, but just close enough to make your breath stutter.
“This okay?” he murmured, already moving.
You nodded, fingers curling into his shirt again as he led you inside. Every step down the hallway felt deliberate, like neither of you wanted to rush and interrupt whatever had finally settled between the two of you.
He shut the bedroom door behind you with a soft click, the sound final in a way that made your stomach flip. The room was dim, familiar to him, foreign to you. He didn’t touch you right away this time. Just stood there, watching you like he was taking you in properly for the first time.
Then his hands found you again, slower, grounding. He pressed his forehead briefly to yours, exhaling like he’d been holding that breath all night. When he stepped back, his eyes never left your face.
And then he lowered himself in front of you, he’s worshipping you—kneeling right in front of you, steadying himself with his hands at the back of your thighs. The size difference was already noticeable, but positioned like this, it’s even more obvious. He has to crouch slightly just to meet you below your torso, his gaze level with your stomach, humble even. His curls tickled your lower abdomen, you contracted a bit, and he looked up, with those precious eyeballs of his. He fidgeted with the hem of your peeking underwear. “Can I?” he said faintly, almost like a whisper, you could practically feel the tenderness in his voice. like he'd actually mean it, you thought to yourself. Either way, you nodded softly in agreement. The suddenness of it all and the intimacy got you all shy, you could feel your face burning already.
You observed how careful he was, never rough. Every movement carried intention, the subtle kind, that made you hyperaware of his every movement. He took his time undoing the buckle of your belt, fingers steady as he eased your pants down to your ankles, then he had you space to step out of them. He paused there, so close it felt kind of unreal. His warm breath brushed against your underwear, unhurried, deliberate, he was savoring the moment, and it was sending shivers up your spine.
“Can’t wait to make you a mess, I want to pleasure you,” He murmured, softly. The words lingered as his finger brushed over your clit, taunting you gently. You whimpered in response to him, “I want this—I need you so bad, Cal.”
The words tumbled out before you could stop them, needy and unguarded, almost embarrassing in how easily you let him take control like that. He let out a chuckle in response, low and fond, amused, while his hand drifted, his fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down to your thighs, “I’ve got you.”
He gave kitten licks to your pussy before pressing your now naked bud, then flicking into your core, careful and slow at first, speed increasing only slightly. The sudden cool contact of his tongue against your heated flesh sent a shiver up your spine, and your hands instinctively threaded through his dark curls, fingernails grazing his scalp as you pulled him deeper against you. Your hips rolled forward, urging him on as slick arousal gathered between your thighs, coating his lips and chin. He noticed immediately,
“You’re so sensitive.” He sounded amused, and it was gentle, curious.
“I think I may be weak to you, actually.” You teased before he finally stood, closing the distance, his lips brushing against your neck in slow, sloppy kisses. Meanwhile, his long fingers slipped between your folds, two digits curling inside you with expert precision. Your inner walls clenched around him, the stretch delicious as you pulsed rhythmically against his hand. It was hard to contain yourself when you kept pushing yourself on his hand, and moans kept escaping your mouth. “Calum, I-im close-, wait.” He stopped.
Nervous, he looked up at you, that familiar puppy-soft frown pulling at his mouth. “What’s wrong?” he asked, genuinely worried, his brows knitted together. It made your chest ache in awe how much he cared—how open his concern was. You swallowed, heart fluttering, then met his eyes. “I want you inside of me, please?” you said quietly. It was greed, sickening greed, all this wasn't enough. You wanted more, you needed him whole.
Calum’s cheeks flushed, your pleading catching him off guard. It confused him, he was already yours, even if you hadn’t fully realized it yet. “Babe, you don’t even have to ask.” he said gently. You giggled, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips as your eyes traced over him, suddenly aware that he was still fully clothed. A flicker of self-consciousness stirred, but it faded just as quickly. After all, this was Calum. You brushed the thought aside, letting your hand trail slowly from his abs down to his groin, gripping it tightly. “What are you waiting for then?” you teased. He swallowed hard, then quickly got rid of his pants and his underwear, while you sat on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for him, eyes never leaving him.
“Glad you're enjoying the show.” He muttered, a cocky smile on his face, clearly aware of your attention. You hummed softly in response, tilting your head as you looked him over, unashamed. “How could I not?” you said, voice light but warm. His breath hitched at that, confidence wavering just enough to be endearing. He took a step closer, standing right in front of you. Fingers closing around his arm, and tugged hard. He stumbled forward, caught off guard, falling onto the bed with a sharp exhale as the mattress dipped beneath his weight. You followed immediately, crawling over him before he could even react, hands pressing softly onto his chest, you could feel his boner, skin on skin. His eyes darkened as he met your gaze. He got a hold of his erection and then introduced it into you, with little warning, although it wasn't needed as it slid right into you. He grunted, “You’re so tight.” Your hands gripped him in response, nails digging in as your body reacted instinctively, heat forming low in your stomach. He stayed still for a moment, forehead dropping to yours, breathing heavy, like he needed to ground before moving again.
He finally shifted, thrusting slowly in and out, before picking up a pace. As he increased his speed, the rhythmic slap of your skin with his intensified. His thick shaft stroked your inner walls with precision, each deep thrust pushed both of you further into climax. His large hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you to meet his movements. His thrusts quickly became sloppy, desperation bleeding through every movement, the pattern of sounds was broken only by Calum's choked moans, “I want to die buried inside your pussy.”
The moment hung between you, raw and trembling. His body stayed pressed to yours, chest to chest, sweat-slick skin sliding as his hands traced up your sides, thumbs digging in like he needed to feel you still there. Your breaths tangled, foreheads brushing, his grip tightening briefly as if grounding both of you before everything tipped forward again.
“Come, baby, come” he whispered, his pace quickening as he pushed you right to the edge. You went slack against him, breathless, letting him hold your weight as he carefully guided you back, lowering you onto the bed. The sheets cradled you while you tried to steady yourself, his hands never leaving you. Without warning, his arms wrapped fully around you, pulling you in tightly. Somehow, that simple embrace felt even more intimate than everything that had just happened. You stayed still beside him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the thrum of his heart. You felt closer to home than you ever had.
Hehe can you write a smutty calum hood talking you through it imagine…..
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︵Calum Hood x afab!reader◌Ⳋ𝅄── by DemiLuke
#|Fanfic #|Smut #|Friends to lovers #|BFM
Summary: You and Calum were close friends, you used to visit him at his house often to "talk about music," but this time you did something very different.
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, rpf, Calum dom, fingering, cock riding, unprotected p in v.
A/N: I don't know if it's very similar to the request, but I hope you like it anyway. Sorry it took so long, my brain works at 4fps.
Word count: 1.5k
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You two were sitting on the sofa in Calum's living room, as you did every Friday when he went to record or practice his songs.
Sometimes you ended up doing completely different things. There was a certain level of trust between both of you, enough to wander through conversations and how you used your time. Sometimes you would start cooking dinner together when you stayed overnight at his house, or you would start watching TV because you ended up talking about a really good series that, according to him, you should also watch.
Sometimes you did everything but argue about music, but that was fine because at the end of the day you both felt satisfied, even if it was a waste of time.
But this time was different...
That day you arrived at his house and found him in his living room, lying on his sofa. The lights were off, only the natural daylight was coming in. For a moment you even thought Calum wasn't home until you approached and recognized his figure among the rumpled sheets above him, taking a nap shirtless and hugging a pillow.
You couldn't deny it, being in his house and seeing him like that made you feel some intimacy between the two of you, maybe because there was some.
You sat down next to him and waited a while; sleepiness was starting to affect you too, it was contagious perhaps, and you would have ended up lying down next to him if he hadn't woken up first.
"What are you doing here, babe?" His voice still sounded husky as he sat up, running a hand over his face, but you could tell he was familiar with the situation.
"I-" The words wouldn't come out. Calum was making you nervous. Of course there was tension between the two of you, even if you wouldn't admit it. This was like throwing gunpowder on a fire that was already burning. "I came because... well, today is Friday." You had already lost sight of the original purpose of the visits; you only did it to see Calum, and he always invited you to see him, simple.
"Seriously...? Damn, I didn't realize what time it was, forgive me, beautiful." He stretched, still sitting, and ran a hand over the back of his neck. He wasn't as affected as you, but he knew exactly what he was doing. "Don't you want to come over for a while? I think it would be a good way to spend the day." He joked, but you seriously considered it.
His relaxed expression was replaced by one of understanding, he didn't mind you "invading" his personal space. Calum never said it, but he wanted you close most of the time.
You were stiff on the edge of the sofa next to his outstretched legs. He took you in both hands and pulled you closer to him, saying nothing; it wasn't necessary for now. He hugged you from behind; he was still warm from being wrapped up for so long. His skin gave you a feeling of tranquility you couldn't explain.
"Sorry... I... I don't think this is a good idea, Calum. First of all, I shouldn't have barged in like I owned the place." Only then did you start using your brain instead of your heart. "And... and don't you think it's weird that, being best friends, you call me 'love', 'darling', "babe'..." Your heartbeat was accelerating, yet Calum didn't move a muscle to let you go.
"If you don't like it, I'll stop." His tone was a little lower, his arms still gently embracing your neck. "But you know it's not just me."
Calum's face drew closer, pressing between your neck and shoulder. His movements weren't meant to be intrusive; they were gentle and comforting, a way of calming you down.
"Tell me the truth, don't you want it too?" Calum's voice was a whisper; part of him didn't want to say it, but on the other hand, he was tired of pretending they were just good friends so he could be with you. Now he had you in his arms and didn't want to let you go.
You tried to think about what was best at that moment, but Calum's hands caressing your arms wouldn't let you do it properly.
Cal positioned you between his legs, and you ended up lying against his chest. "Calum?" One of his arms was still around your neck, muffling your words against his skin.
His other hand slid down to lift your shirt to your collarbone. A blush crept across your face, but you didn't stop him. Soon you felt the liberating sensation of your bra unhooking. Calum removed it and set it aside.
"It's okay if I...?" His hand touched your soft skin, he didn't hold back but you could feel the slight tremor of his fingers as he grabbed one of your boobs.
"Yeah" His warm touch on your skin was intoxicating, but he didn't stop there.
"Then I'm going to slide my hand... and open you up a little." Just as he said, his hand went down to your pants, unbuttoned them, and put his hand all the way down. You felt his fingers warm your pussy; he was right on a sensitive spot, and he didn't hold back from putting three fingers inside you. The movement slowed down as he went deeper.
Your rapid breathing turned into gasps; you definitely hated—in a good way—the way his fingers withdrew from you, making you tremble. Every shred of composure or self-control was killed by the hickeys he left on your neck; his lips sucked as if trying to trap the warmth of your skin, leaving a trail of saliva when he finished.
Calum was entertained watching you twitch on top of him, but his mind was elsewhere, he wanted a piece of the pie too. "Is it too much to ask you to ride me? I know you're a little... 'weak' right now." His tone softened. "But I want to put it inside you and see you give it your all. Can you, babydoll?"
Your breathing was shallow as he withdrew his fingers again; you had heard what he had said, you just needed to catch your breath. Calum loosened his arm around your neck, didn't want to overwhelm you, so he let you relax for a second. Also he carefully readjusted your shirt and finished removing your pants so they wouldn't get in the way.
After a while, as their breathing tried to stabilize, you turned around to look at him. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the heat, a thin layer of sweat covered his entire body, and his eyes were fixed on you. There was no way you wouldn't want to continue, not when he looked so good.
"Kiss me"
"Wha-" Calum was still catching his breath; he hadn't expected your request so soon.
"Kiss me, now."
When you approached him to do what you asked, he didn't refuse, rather, he drew you closer. His left hand, placed on your cheek, slightly ruffled the hair that fell across your face, while his other hand caressed your thigh.
Your breath mingled with his as he moistened your face with each kiss, it was hot, but that wasn't enough, you needed more, especially when it came to Calum.
You heard his moan the moment he lifted you by the hips to mount his cock; he wasn't very careful, his thoughts were somewhat clouded at that moment. When you felt him enter you, a wave of heat washed over you. Cal's hands only gripped you, pulling you down further. You let yourself fall onto his sweaty chest, you needed it 'case u couldn't stay upright as he quickened his pace, lifting you up and then thrusting back in. It was hard for him to go fast because you were somewhat tight, but even so, it wasn't gentle at all.
"What happened, princess? Did you get tired so quickly?" Calum said, pressing his lips to your ear, you could feel his warm breath against your skin. His tone was a mixture of that usual familiarity and a romantic tenderness.
"I'm fine." Lie. You were melting on top of him, he hadn't even tried to stop when he was talking to you, which only made it harder to think of a response.
"No, you're not." He didn't just laugh a little, he planted a kiss on your cheek, almost an apology for what he was about to do.
Cal pressed your hips down, you could hear his breathing become ragged and turn into gasps, he wasn't holding back, he thrust his cock all the way in to fill you up, when he pulled it out again his movements became slower, not by choice but because he felt you trembling and scratching his skin, his cum had left you sticky, the sensation had you numb. You were looking for something to hold on to, but you couldn't quite grab onto his back, so they only ended up being harmless scratches for Calum.
The room filled with the sound of your screams and Calum's moans muffled by your hair. Who the fuck needed to talk about music when you could do something so much better?
twinnie can u write a Calum hood fluff pwease it can be anything 🥹🥹🥹
just a little bit of your time — calum hood
a/n: yes of course i cannnnn !! writing this made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside 🥰 🤧 enjoy!
summary: after a long week at work, calum decides to surprise you.
cw: fluff and some cursing
minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.
boy were you glad to be home.
this week was loads of work, endless emails and passive aggressiveness thrown around the office like it was a hot potato.
it started off as any week did, monday meetings with your boss’s voice droning on for an hour as you wondering why the hell you were in this meeting. it definitely could have been an email.
the next few days worsened, with deadlines that got moved up with no warning, forcing you to stay late and cancel plans you had with friends and your boyfriend.
thursday, you thought you could handle. the first half of the day was normal, a deep seated feeling of ‘something has to go wrong today’, and about 30 minutes before you could leave this hellscape, your boss asked you to come in early the next day.
and now, friday. yes, you still had to come in early, but your eyes couldn’t help but glue to the clock and follow the never ending circle of time, when finally, finally you got to go home.
you almost trip over your own feet trying to leave, colleagues confused as to why you were running to your car like it was the start of the purge or something.
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your car slides easily into its spot on the curb, locking softly against the darkness of the night. you couldn’t wait to open up a bottle of wine and take a bath and forget this week ever happened.
that’s weird, you think. you remember leaving one of the lights on inside. you always did in case you got home late, like tonight, so people would think you were. you grab the cactus from the overgrown plant shelf and push through the door.
if today’s the day i die, perfect timing, you think.
your eyebrows furrow at the look of your apartment. candles were lit all around, overhead lights off.
“hi,” a gentle voice calls out.
the weird feeling in your stomach travels up to your chest, feeling warm. you’d forgotten in the craziness of work that at the start of the week you gave calum a copy of your apartment key, in any case he needed to stay over.
or do this, apparently.
the warm glow of the oven outlining your boyfriend’s figure as he steps closer, seeing his beautiful face, charming smile and hair sweeping just above his eyebrows.
his eyes talk first before you can,
i missed you.
yours reply back,
i missed you too.
he wraps his arms around you, safe and calm. you breathe a sigh into him, and he pulls you close, “drink?”
“hell yes.”
your hand lazily reaches for the champagne bottle resting on the counter, calum’s eyes meeting yours with a faux disdain, wagging his pointer finger at you. “ah, ah. let me, gorgeous.”
you hide a smile, watching as he twists the cork out of the bottle, bubbling liquid spilling into the glass. you watch as calum fills his own glass, light catching him beautifully, like he was an ancient greek statue. “this is very romantic,” you comment.
“i kinda hoped it would be.”
you smile, the words coming out too easy, “i love you.”
his cheeks become pink and he’s proud of himself that he went for the dim candle ambience, “i love you too.” his lips ghost against the sweet spot on your neck, and your heart quivers in your chest. “you know, i was really worried about you this week.”
your hand reach into his soft hair, “yeah?”
“mhmm,” he says, . “thought i was going to have to drag you to sleep every night.”
“i did sleep.” you try.
he leans back, biting back a laugh. “really? reckon i got a text from you at four in the morning two days ago.”
“i did. i promise.”
“are you sure? because-"
the strong hiss of the ceiling sprinklers are unmistakable, calum squealing and burying his face in your skin at the sound, laughter erupting from the both of you as your apartment starts to look like a puddle.
5 photos you would have of Calum Hood if you were his girlfriend..and a little blurb on the story behind the images.
“Cal can i have those back please?” i had asked that day, holding my hand out for them. we were in a bar to celebrate his birthday and i had some sunglasses that went well with my outfit. Calum, however, thought it would be a goo idea to steal them right off of my head
“Why? y’dont need them anyways” he said with a small giggle before putting them on. I shook my head with a laugh. He looked ridiculous, but somehow still cute.
“Hold still Cal..” i said before pulling my phone out and holding the camera up to him. He immediately held up two peace signs as i snapped the picture.
“Hi baby!” i said happily, smiling at his face appearing over the screen. He instantly lit up with a smile as he saw me too, giving me a reply back.
After a while, i had been talking about what was going on at home and around town when i noticed he had gotten closer to the camera but hadn’t said anything for a minute. He had a straight face and was staring down at something, definitely not looking at me.
I took a screenshot of his face before calling his name out. “Hm?” he hummed as he finally focused back in on me, “sorry beautiful, i got a text from ash” he said, explaining what he was looking at
I walked towards calum and ash, smiling as they talked to each other quietly in the corner of the party. “you guys sure look like you’re having a lot of fun” i said as i sat on the arm of the chair calum was sitting on. they both laughed before shaking their head, “nono, im making fun of cal for his hair. it’s so long now!” ashton laughed, pointing at calums hair
“hey man, don’t diss the hair okay?” calum said, pointing a finger at ashton. i shook my head with a laugh, moving my hand to run my fingers through it. “it is a bit long handsome..” i started before calum shook his head with a grin.
i stood up from my spot, standing infront of them and holding my phone up to take a picture. “say cheese guys!”
We were on a boat, cruising the line of Hawaii on a small vacation with just us two. Small words were running between us, but we were really just soaking in the quietness of the ocean.
After a while, calum had stood up and began pointing out different monuments or islands that you could still see from where we were. I hadn’t said anything back, just smiled and nod my head to let him know i was listening to his words.
“Hey baby?” i said softly after a bit more of his ranting. I had taken a quick picture of him pointing out at the line of islands. “Yeah?” he said instantly, turning to face me again. “I see the islands. you don’t gotta point them out, i promise” i teased.
We were at a Luke’s house, hanging out with everyone for a bit before the world of the band would get chaotic again. I was in the kitchen getting me and calum something to drink.
Crystal had walked in with me, us laughing to each other about a few small things . “How does it feel knowing Calum has a solo album now?” she asked me, taking a sip of her drink. “It’s great honestly..he worked so hard on the songs he released. He wanted it to be a bit different from the bands music, and i think he achieved that” i answered softly, gushing about my boyfriend to her
Once we walked back into the living room, i smiled as soon as cal and i made eye contact. i handed him his drink, looking down at him as i lifted my hand to make contact with his cheek for a moment. He gave me another smile before turning towards ashton to say something. I pulled my phone out, waiting for them to get done talking. Once they had, i looked down at calum again with my phone pointed at him “look up at me baby”
Summary: On a cold winter night, you and calum find solace in each other
Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Smut, drunk/messy sex, yearning calum, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected sex, storyline is a little depressing MDNI 18+
Wordcount: 2.3k
Note: the storyline and events that occur are fictional. They do not represent real-life people, such as Calum Hood or 5 Seconds of Summer.
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“Do you believe in true love?” you looked at your friend, calum. The both of you sat on your rooftop, lit cigarettes in hand. It was 10:49 PM on a December night, your nose a rosey color. Your hands felt cold, and your fuzzy slippers that sat on your feet weren’t doing you many favors. You stared off into the night sky, stars illuminating the vast darkness.
“No, not really.” calum responded before taking a puff of his cigarette. His knees sat right up against his chest, cargo pants and hoodie loosely fitting his body. You looked right at him as he answered, black hair disappearing into the night sky behind him.
“Why?” you asked, trying to figure him out. You took another puff before smashing the butt into one of the shingles of the rooftop, adding another to the group of marks made before. calum continued to look out before answering, a white breath escaping from his mouth.
“Because I’ve spent 30 years on this planet searching for it.” calum responded calmly, still refusing to look into your eyes. You and calum became friends in high school, the outcasts of the grade. You spent your formative years drinking and smoking every substance you could together. However, years pass and the both of you still sit in the same town you both once called home.
Now, it didn’t really seem like home anymore. Your family left town without you. Not that you really wanted to leave anyway. This place was safe, too safe. calum stayed because he was stuck in life. Now 30 years old, he still worked the same job he had 11 years ago as a cashier at a random fast food restaurant.
Once the cigarette was out, you lay down on the uneven tiles behind you, the pointy part slightly digging into your head uncomfortably. Still, it was better to feel pain than nothing at all.
“I like to think there’s true love.” you responded a moment later. That caught calum off guard, looking at your reclining figure. He noticed the way your waist slightly curved inwards and the way your shirt slightly bunched up, revealing your stomach and shiny naval piercing.
“Why?” calum asked, exhaling another cloud of smoke from his mouth.
“Because then life wouldn’t have meaning” you responded, eyes closed. You let out a sigh of relaxation before throwing your arms above your head to stretch.
“Your life has meaning…I mean other than finding love.” calum was quick to respond before smashing his cigarette on the shingles as well. He lay beside you, the smell of smoke enveloping the two of you.
“You have an amazing friend, and we get to hang out every day.” calum reasoned, playfully nudging your shoulder closest to him. You slightly smiled at his response. You turn your head to face calum, soft pink lips catching your eyes.
“If my life is so great, how come I feel so alone?” you asked calum, your true insecurities coming out. His eyes also drifted towards your light pink lips, unconsciously licking his own. calum wasn’t really sure how to respond to your question.
“Do you really feel alone?” calum managed to let out. The thought of you in so much despair made him question everything…everything with you.
“Do you think I’m holding you back?” calum asked again.
“No, it's not like that.” you were quick to defend yourself, now completely turning your body towards his. The both of you drifted into an awkward silence.
“How about this, it’s only like 11:00 PM, we can hit the bar, go out, do whatever you want. Right now.” calum suddenly sat up.
“calum, I have work tomorrow.” you responded sadly, looking up at him.
“Who cares about work? You hate that place anyway. Your co-worker is a literal pervert.” calum reasoned, throwing his arms up. He extended his arm out, palm facing you to grab. You reluctantly grabbed it, pulling yourself up to sit next to him.
“Come on, let's go do something.” calum said standing up. The both of you cautiously walked against the slope of your rooftop, throwing your legs into the window of your bedroom. Your bedroom lamp was still softly illuminated. You could see your red unmade plaid comforter, barely sticking posters that attempted to hang on the wall, and various piles of clothes on the floor. calum followed behind you, his tall height making it hard for him to fit through the window.
“Well plan boy, where do we go now?” you looked at calum expectantly. He looked around awkwardly, trying to think about what to do.
“Well…I think our first task is to get plastered.” calum answered before making his way down the stairs. You followed after him, wondering where he was going.
“We need to pregame first and then we should hit the bar down the street.” calum explained, throwing various bottles of alcohol from the cabinets onto your kitchen island. He then suddenly picked up a random bottle of tequila, haphazardly pouring it in a random cup before handing it to you.
“Shouldn’t I have some sort of mixer in this?” you asked, looking at the clear liquid.
“Well, do you have some?” calum responded. You shook your head before taking a sip from the cup. The taste was extremely bitter and dried up your throat, making you cough. A few moments after, calum also took a sip from his drink, making a sour face at its taste.
“Now the second task, let’s put on some cool vibes.” calum responded excitedly before running to turn off any overhead lights. He turned on the old stereo sitting on your fireplace mantle, plugging his phone in before playing some music. The two of you continued to sip from your mugs which honestly contained way too much tequila.
The strong alcohol started to make you tipsy only after a few sips, head hanging low as you started to move to the beat. Calum loudly started singing the lyrics, dancing alongside you as well.
After a few songs played, you really started to feel drunk, getting more wild, both of you screaming nonsense together. You placed your empty cup on the kitchen island before making your way towards calum. Either the alcohol was making you see things, or you suddenly just noticed how cute he looked. His face was slightly flushed from dancing and drinking. For a drunk person his vocals were pretty good.
Whatever part of your brain was used for good decisions must have been completely obliterated by the alcohol. You made your way towards calum who happened to be caught in the moment dancing. You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you before you kissed him on the lips.
calum, slow from the alcohol in his system, grabbed your face without hesitation, steadying himself as he reciprocated the kiss. His tall stature over your body lead the both of you to lean backwards. Not wanting to separate from calum, you managed to steady your footing before slowly walking backwards into the kitchen. Your butt hit the edge of the granite island, causing you to let out a little moan in pain.
Once hearing your moan, calum’s hands momentarily left your cheeks, grabbing the back of your thighs to lift your body on the surface of the counter. Now having more space, he nuzzled his body in between your now open legs. Your breathing became more heavy, hard to keep up with how fast the both of you were sloppily kissing, spit and drool mixing together on each other’s faces. You suddenly pushed your body back, causing calum to look at you in worry.
“What’s wrong?” calum asked, eyes big with worry. You took a moment to catch your breath while looking at him.
“Nothing…this is just perfect” you responded when you had enough air, forcing your lips back onto his. The both of you smiled into your kisses together. Your arms moved from his face to his neck and then towards his broad back. You felt his strong muscles flex once he started moving his arms around your body too, grabbing and lightly fondling your clothed breasts. You let out another small moan as he continued.
“Do you want to continue?” calum asked, softly breaking from your face.
“Yes, I would like that.” you responded back, lightly biting your bottom lip before going back to kiss him. calum hurriedly reattached his lips to yours while attempting to take your shirt off. Throwing it somewhere in the kitchen, calum immediately placed his hands on your breasts, lightly pinching your hard nipples. Muffled moans kept spilling from your mouth. You attempted the same, trying to get his sweatshirt off as well.
While kissing him, you managed to unbutton his pants, and they fell to the floor around his feet. You guided calum back, immediately dropping to your knees in front of his crotch. You saw how hard he was, his dick struggling to break free from his underwear.
“Please” calum begged. You gently grabbed the waistband, pulling it down into the floor. His dick sprang free in front of your face.
You grabbed the base of his dick, gently guiding into his watering mouth. He immediately let out a little groan at how soft and warm your mouth was. You started quickening your pace, bobbing back and forth on his dick. calum’s hands were aimlessly grabbing at your long locks of hair, easily tangling between his finger tips.
“Please, I want more” calum softly begged, slightly tugging at the roots of your hair. You started picking up your pace, hands wrapping around his waist to steady your movements. You knees are aching and red from the hardness of the wooden floor below you.
“Hmmmm, I'm going to cum.” calum said gently, hips stuttering at the pleasure he was experiencing. You slowed down, teasing him a bit. He responded in a soft whine, still taking whatever little pleasure you gave him.
“Please, I just want to fuck you.” calum suddenly said, looking down into your wide eyes. You kissed his dick, then struggled to rise to your feet, knees quivering. You took calum’s forearm to guide him to your wrinkled dark brown leather couch in the dark living room.
calum sat down, long legs spread wide. He guided your hips towards his crotch, strandling his waist. You looked down to see his dick sitting at the entrance of your vagina. After spitting on his fingers, he gently rubbed your clit, preparing you to take him in. Once a few soft moans had left your mouth, he grabbed his member before you slid yourself down it. You immediately threw your head back in pleasure before slowly lifting yourself up and down on him.
calum’s hands never left your waist, helping you set the pace. The house was filled with a ballad of low indie music and your soft moans. The two of you moved in sync together, focusing on nothing but the pleasure coursing through your veins. This was a moment of pure ecstasy between friends, nothing short of unconditional love.
calum’s hands unconsciously guided your hips faster, increasing the pleasure for both of you. “I’m gonna cum.” calum whispered into your neck, resting there due to the amount of pleasure he was experiencing. You continued your pace, feeling too good to continue teasing him. Suddenly, his white semen spilled into you, warmth overtaking every aspect of your body. He continued to gasp and moan into your neck, his hot breath slightly overwhelming you.
“It’s my turn now,” calum gruffly said, picking you up before laying you down on your back on the couch. Your legs stayed spread, his semen starting to leak from you. His mouth was drawn to your clit like a magnet, hungrily licking at it.
The pleasure overwhelmed you, as you immediately arched your back. Now, slightly louder moans were spilling from you while your fingers tangled into his thick black hair. He reached his hand towards your chest, lightly massaging your boobs without relenting on your clit.
“Just like that.” you urged him on, so close to orgasm. Your overstimulation made it all the better, sharp pleasure coursing through your body. Your legs shook vigorously as you came, his white cum bubbling out of you. calum continued to lap up the mixture of your releases before straightening his back.
The both of you were tired and hot, skin sticking painfully to the leather couch. Calum rushed to your kitchen, grabbing the first rag he could find before making his way towards you. After attempting to gently separate your legs from the couch, he caringly wiped up his leftover cum that had gotten on your thighs. After throwing the rag somewhere behind him, he picked up your arms, guiding you up the stairs into your bedroom.
“Please go take a shower” calum told you, turning on the water in the tub before making his way downstairs. Shakily, you waited for the hot water to fill the tub. As you were soaking your body, calum stayed downstairs, slowly throwing away empty alcohol bottles and other random trash on the floor.
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You lay in your bed naked, calum wrapping his large muscular arms around you.
“I think I change my mind,” calum said, breaking the silence. Your eyes opened, turning to look at him. He was looking directly at you, a small smile sitting on his lips.
“What?” you responded, confused due to his interruption. He moved his hand to your face, organizing the random strands of hair.
“I think I do believe in love.” he clarified, still looking deeply into you. You inadvertently avoided eye contact with him, slightly flustered at his frankness. calum's heart was beating rapidly, you could feel it against your body.
“I think I found my life’s meaning too” you admitted, finally meeting calum’s face. He slightly smiled at you before bringing you in for a tighter cuddle. He lightly pecked your forehead before drifting off to sleep.
