finally hooking up with that sweet, slightly nerdy guy from class… ((nsfw))
“fuck,” you spit as he hovers above you, his eyes focused on your core, where he carefully works his fingers along your center. “where’d you learn this shit from?”
he’s only half listening, a whisper of a handsome, entertained smile on his lips as he focuses on sliding one finger into you. your hands ghost over his shoulders, not quite scratching, but gripping with increasing pressure.
“like, from porn?” you ask when he doesnt respond. he doesn’t look up at you, too enthralled by the way his fingers work in and out of you slowly, his gaze never leaving your pussy. his smile grows slightly while his brows furrow.
“nah. never that. not that kinda guy.”
he tilts his head ever so slightly, still refusing to look away from your core, barely blinking as he focuses. his thumb massages your clit and your hand flies to the back of his head, arching off the bed with a whine.
“you’re just a fuckin natural, huh?” you joke as you feel your legs start to tremble.
this time, his smile is full. he still cant tear his eyes away, so engaged in making you feel good, so attentive and calculated in his every movement, but he huffs out half a chuckle in response. “right.“
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“ssshit, im sorry,” you whisper as your rip your hands off his shoulders, bringing them up beside your head in balled fists. your face twists in pleasure and your knuckles crack as you dig your fingernails into your own palms, needing something to hold onto.
only then does he finally look away from your pussy, slowing his fingers as he finds your eyes. his hair is slightly mussed and you can tell he’s really listening this time, though his mind is elsewhere, probably still between your legs. “w- huh?”
you shake your head, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get him to keep moving. “nothing. i scratched you.”
he doesnt respond, staring blankly. so handsome. so perfect. slowly, his fingers pick up again, carrfully curling into you. he drags his eyes back down your body. one particularly hard press of his thumb against your clit draws your hands back to his shoulders, and as his pace quickens you’ve done it again before you can even notice— scratching deep, slow lines down his back with your nails.
it’s not a real response from him that draws your attention back to what you’ve done again. its the flex of his back muscles, the tensing of his shoulders that causes you to realize you’ve raked more marks into his skin, angry and red and already puffing with a slight swell.
his grin is lopsided as he huffs out a light chuckle. “come on. you’re not hurting me.”
“n- i’m sorry. didn’t mean to.”
he shrugs and keeps massaging your clit. his attention is on its way out again, back to staring at how perfectly his fingers fit on you, in you. his back tightens again as he flexes, undoubtedly feeling the extent of the damage you caused on his flesh.
“wouldn’t’ve been mad if you did. just tells me i’m doing a’ight.”
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a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan escapes your mouth as he finally slides in. you wish you could see the look on his lightly freckled face as he slowly leans into your pussy, but you cant look up from the sight along your waist: one rough, tan hand holds your hip so lightly you can barely feel it there while the other presses against your inner thigh, pushing your knee into the mattress, opening you up and creating room for his lightly muscled torso to settle between your legs. although you cant see his expression when he bottoms out, your hips slack against his, you can hear him- a bit-back moan graces your ear, followed by a low growl- “goddamnit.”
when he starts moving, thrusting into you with half his lower lip between his teeth in concentration, he pulls you down by your hips— so rough, so jaggedly that its almost messy. his eyebrows are tight and low now, his mouth ever so slightly agape as if he can’t believe the situation he’s got himself— you’ve gotten him— into.
a tear falls from one of your eyes, teeth clenching in pleasure. light pink dusts his cheekbones as he brings one hand off your waist and shakily wipes under your eye with his thumb. he smiles just barely and you reach for his jaw, pulling his towards you. he kisses you back naturally and you drag your teeth against his lower lip until he stutters, abs tightening further as he growls and hastily grabs for your thigh to pull it further up his waist. he’s close.
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he gets especially boyish when he cums, his expertise from earlier temporarily shed as he loses himself in the overwhelming feeling of burning pleasure. you know he’s on the verge when he moans a little higher and lighter than usual- you press a kiss to his mouth and he tries, but can’t seem to stop his head from spinning quite enough to properly meet you there as he messily pushes his lips back against yours in a distracted attempt. his head lulls forward into your neck and he loses the rhythm of his thrusts. his hips snap into you even faster, deeper, to an uneven beat as
he hisses low and mean. he drags his face off your shoulder and manages one quick kiss to the edge of your jaw, a few more rough, harsh, flexed-abs thrusts into your pussy before he’s hastily pulling out and cumming across your stomach. his eyes are squeezed shut, brows furrowed harder than ever before. “fuck, oh my god.”
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”i’ll help,” he promises quietly, calmly, ignoring the way his hands are still shaking and his eyes still glazed over. he stutters as if he’s not sure how to move first, hands hovering over the mess of his cum across your stomach and and light bruises on your hips. “i— fuck, shit…”
you giggle and his pretty eyes meet yours. he grins when he sees you laughing and cocks his head, glancing at your lips with a slight longing. before he can lean in, though, you’re dragging two fingers across your skin and gathering his cum before popping them inti your mouth and sucking.
his face crumples- eyes shut hard, teeth gritting, an almost pained expression appearing on his pretty face. he groans, loud, and catches your wrist before pinning it to the mattress beside your head. a new, darker blush swims across his features. “fuck, no, don’t— you can’t just do that, not so fast, fuck.”
“‘ts good. you liked watching me do that?“ you raise an eyebrow, licking the last bit of his cum off your fingers. he looks pained, a drop of embarrassment and sheepishness dancing over his screwed face.
“it—you—”
”you should let me suck you off next time,” you comment offhandedly. his jaw drops in shock, and you swear he blushes even harder as he shyly presses his hips into your thigh, slowly growing hard again at the conversation. “you know, since you clearly liked… that.”
for good measure, you drag one more finger through the remaining stickiness on your stomach and lick it off. proving your point, he growls again.
Gif isn’t mine. This is based off of this request . Hope I got this right for you! Hope you guys enjoy this super long fic!! xx
Warnings: Smut
Word count: 6462
I tapped my pencil against the desk, boredom overcoming me even though the lecture had just started. Something about physics just seemed to lull me to sleep. The talk of velocities and forces made me want to wring my neck. Val, my best friend, kicks my leg under the table when the tapping becomes incessant, visibly annoying my peers around me. I stopped, though I couldn’t care less if they were annoyed or not, and began to doodle on through my notebook, where my physics notes should be.
“Come over later.” Val whispered beside me and I nodded without even bothering to think about all the shit I had to do later. I could put it off for her, I’d much rather be doing nothing with her than doing any type of actual work. My priorities were seriously slipping this semester. The lecture dragged on, the hall becoming colder and colder the longer we sat here. You’d think that they’d cut the air conditioning off in the middle of February, but apparently not.
My day carried on much like this morning, drab and cold. I only perked up when it was time for my art class, a class I could tolerate. I loved to draw and paint, but doing it for a grade was a completely different story. I was in my element nonetheless, working on a piece that was due by the end of the semester. I was more focused on hanging out with Val later than my project itself, my mind wandering to all the things I needed to spill to her about Jacob, the guy I’ve been eyeing for a while. He’d caught my eye in my statistics class a few months back, and then again in my journalism elective. I’d never had the balls to properly talk to him about anything besides class, but I was getting there. I’d heard some things about him over the weekend though and I could wait to tell Val.
The day followed as it had started and I didn’t bother to look for Val on campus after my last class. I found my car, fighting against the cold weather, and drove to her house. She wasn’t home when I got there, I sigh and exit my car hoping that someone would let me in. I knocked feverishly, my legs shaking with the cold. The cold air nips unforgivingly at my skin as I wait. Just when I’m about the head back to my car, the door swings open and I walk inside, saving the greeting for when I’m warm. Calum, Val’s adopted brother, cocks his head to the side at the sight of me, his glasses dropping low on his nose as he does so. “Val isn’t here.” He mumbles, hands curled up in his sweater. I nodded. “I know, but she will be soon so I’ll just wait for her.” I say, making my way to the couch. He shuts the door without another word and disappears up the stairs, probably to bury his nose in a book or something.
I watched him climb the stairs from my position on the couch, his shoulders seeming broader under his sweater. I’d never shared much conversation with Calum, he was always reading or playing a video game. When he did talk it was more of a stammer, getting the words out quickly so he could leave. As long as I’ve known him he’s had one girlfriend, which didn’t last more than three months. He was quiet, only talking to her, but she was not. I’d talked to her on occasion when she was around, and Calum would let us see her, she mostly stayed cooped in his room. I found myself wondering why they broke it off. Calum was cute, really cute. He had a soft smile and kind eyes, and was practically harmless. He loved dogs, Val’s dog only stayed by his side. From what I could gather Cal was a cool guy, just super quiet and rather nerdy. He was the same age as Val and I, Val’s parents wanted her to have a sibling after finding out they couldn’t bare anymore children naturally.
I hadn’t even noticed Val walking into the room, throwing her backpack down and plopping down onto the couch with a huff. “Y/N!” She said loudly, pulling me out of my gaze of the stairs. I jumped, turning to her quickly, taking in her appearance as she stared at me. Her hair was frazzled from the wind, her cheeks tinged pink from the cold. She looked like some sort of ice princess, just disheveled. “H-Hey! I didn’t hear you come in.” I stuttered, clutching my heart from the fright she’d given me. Her laugh was visible in her chest, the booming sound instantly bringing a smile to my face. “I know, you were totally spaced. What’d you have to spill to me?” She questions, excitement filling her eyes. My eyes light up as well, every ounce of juicy gossip floods into my mind at once.
I turned my bottom so I’m facing her, my legs under me and my hand on her knees. “I heard he -“ I started, but was interrupted by the sound of Calum walking down the stairs. His footsteps were heavier than normal, purposeful. Val and I’s heads turned in the direction of the sound. He had on the same hoodie as before, but with sneakers this time.
“Where are you going?” Val asked. Cal’s head shot up, his eyes locking with hers. “Did I interrupt something?” He questions back. His brown eyes wander over to mine, my mouth is agape, the words I was ready to say still on the tip of my tongue. “No. I mean kinda - but it’s fine.” I fumbled, my expression bewildered. The awkward boy fiddled with his fingers, and Val cocks her head when he turns to leave again. “So, you’re not gonna tell me where you’re going?” She asks again and he stops, his hand on the doorknob. “We’re the same age Val, I never ask you where you’re going.” He mumbles, kicking at the floor out of nervousness. I hit Val’s knee in response, Calum’s shyness suddenly making me protective of him. “Leave him be.” I hiss even though I too was curious to know where he was going. Calum looks at me then, an appreciative smirk tugging at his lips. I smile softly in return and he’s out the door without another word.
“What the fuck, Y/N?” Val says annoyed. I bite at my lip nervously, moving away from her slightly. “I’m just saying Val, it’s not like he’s your little brother or anything. You guys are the same age, it’s-“ I stammer. “He’s still my brother. My nerdy, socially inept brother.” She huffs, running her fingers through her messy hair. I didn’t say anything else after that. Val furiously typed on her phone, and I picked at my fingernails. All the things I had to tell her about Jacob seemed unimportant now. She was upset about Calum for some reason. To me, he was perfectly capable of leaving the house when he pleased. He wasn’t an idiot, smartest person I’ve met actually. He has a license and a car. And trouble really didn’t seem to be Calum’s thing. Val was harder on him than her parents were and it always amazed me. Calum was more capable than Val in my eyes.
“He’s not gonna answer you.” I muttered as she typed more messages to Calum, each of them on the lines of ‘where are you’ and ‘come home’. “You text him, he’ll answer you.” She pleaded, her eyes filled with worry. “What’s wrong, Val? Why are you so worried about this?” I shrugged, moving my phone out of her reach. She waved me off with a grumble, her eyes on her phone again. I sighed and found Calum’s contact that I had for a paper I needed back in high school. Assuming it hadn’t changed a typed the message. Hey Cal, its Y/N. Val is worried about you, where’d you go? I felt so weird, texting him something like that. He wasn’t a kid and quite frankly, it wasn’t any of my business. He answered almost immediately, much to my surprise. Don’t tell her, she’s such a snoop. I’ll be home in 15. It was vague, but enough for me, I couldn’t be bothered either way. “He’s fine, Val.” I sighed, gathering my things. Her head swiveled towards me, watching as I shoved my charger back into my bag. “Where are you going now, I thought we were hanging out? And did he say where he went?” She groaned. “I’m going to your room, and no he didn't say.” I lugged my things up the stairs, leaving Val on the couch typing at her phone still. I sighed and laid across her bed, which had become mine as well over the years.
I flicked through the channels for a while, watching bits and pieces of rerun episodes that were airing. Val never came up but I didn’t mind, especially since she was in such a mood about Calum. Calum came back in fifteen minutes, like he’d promised, but that didn’t make Val feel any better. I could hear them arguing downstairs for a while. And then I heard footsteps come up the stairs. I’d been praying they weren’t Val’s, I wasn’t in the mood to hear her complain. I was relieved when I heard the door across the hall slam, Calum behind it. But then, I heard the front door slam and I guessed Val had left to cool off. That was about twenty minutes ago, and Val had texted me to not wait for her. She’d said she was going to James’ and I could sleep in her bed if I wanted because she wasn’t coming home. I didn’t mind staying here without her, I actually preferred it. Her bed was larger and much more comfortable than my own.
I sighed and grabbed some of my books out of my bag. I figured I might as well do some homework while I’m here. I looked hard at physics problems, wishing I had paid attention and taken down some notes. I groaned loudly in frustration, pushing the book away from me after a while of staring and contemplating how to do the stupid problems. The more I tried, the less I understood. All the numbers were jumbled in my head along with the formulas, none of them making any sense. There was a soft knock on the door then, it opened slightly, Calum poking his brown hair through. “Are you alright? I heard you from across the hall.” He softly spoke, his eyes wandering over the mess of books and crumpled paper on his sister’s bed. I ran my hands over my face in exhaustion as I shook my head. “It’s physics, can’t understand it for the life of me. And my professor is so boring, I couldn’t listen if I tried.” I huffed. Calum chuckled, pushing the door open more to come inside. He leaned against the dresser that was adjacent to the bed, and crossed his arms over his chest. His hoodie was gone now, he wore a black t-shirt and I couldn’t help but admire how nice his arms looked, especially his tattoos. “I could help if you want, I’m rather good. Ahead in the course and everything.” He offered, his voice teetering off into a whisper at the end. He was extremely smart, but modest about his studies. He didn’t like to boast or brag, but he was well aware of his capabilities. I nodded frantically, shoving the books in his direction. “Would you please. I mean, if it wouldn’t be too much. It’s just, I’m not gonna pass this class without some sort of help.” My voice sounds desperate as I plead, and a small smile adorns Calum’s handsome face as he nods in agreement. He moves the papers and books and makes room for himself next to me on his sister’s bed. “So you’re doing forces I see.” He mutters to himself. I nod. I can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and his scent is somewhat intoxicating. A part of me wants to move closer to him, feel him, but then I remember that this is Calum and that’ll never happen. I found myself wondering what’d it be like to be with Calum instead of listening to him talk about velocities and directions. I couldn’t help but watch his plump lips as he spoke, slowly now, confident in what he was talking about. I nodded along as he pointed out different formulas and shortcuts on the reference table I’d been too dumb to look at. Calum was captivating to watch and it had just become that much harder to learn anything about physics.
“You’re pretty good at this.” I remarked after he’d walked me through yet another problem. He shrugs in response, writing down some more notes for me to read later in my notebook. I tried the next problem by myself, getting stuck a lot less than before, but Calum was quick to correct my mistakes. He was patient and super kind. He didn’t make me feel like an idiot for not understanding the stuff that seemed so easy to him. “You’re getting better at this. Some more practice and you’ll ace this semester.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sides. I smiled back widely, unable to keep it from growing once I saw his. “Let’s just focus on this unit for now.” I chuckled. He nods in agreement a small laugh tumbling from his lips.
“Why’d Val get so upset earlier?” I ask moments later. My pen cap is in my mouth as I await his answer. I didn’t know if I could talk about things like this with Calum, but I really wanted to know. And besides, I could only talk about physics for so long. “I don’t know, she gets like that sometimes.” He shrugs and I sigh. “She gets like that alot lately.” I flip the page of the textbook and I can feel Calum’s eyes watching me as I write down some notes. “She’s Val.” He concludes, moving a bit closer to me to reach for a book. I close my eyes, my skin warming as he touches me slightly. “I’m quite bored of this. Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I offer, partly because I am sick of doing homework and also because I need an excuse to get closer to Calum. He nods, closing the book in his lap and stacking it with the ones in front of him. “Would you mind if we went in my room though? My TV is bigger.” He proposes and I nod, a flutter in my stomach makes me weary, but I ignore it. Calum was cool and his company was refreshing. We didn’t have to talk about friends and gossip. We could just sit in silence with the occasional question and it was fine. Talking too much was exhausting.
I clean my things off Val’s bed with Calum’s help. I shoved everything back into my backpack before following Calum into his room, a place I’d never been before. In all the years I’ve known them, 14 to be exact, I’d only seen Calums room from the door of Val’s. I looked around as I sat on the large bed that was pushed against the wall. The room was decorated with band posters, and a couple of bass guitar’s lined a wall. I’d heard him play through the walls a couple of times, he was pretty good. Stacks of video games lined the shelves of his entertainment center, beneath the TV. He was right, his Tv was considerably larger than Val’s - probably to enhance his videogame experience and such. Overall his room was neat and smelled like him. His bedspread was plain, and a little disheveled from him laying on it. He sat against the wall and I followed suit, pulling his throw blanket over my legs. “So, what do you wanna watch?” He asks, flicking through the selection with his remote. I shrug in indifference. “You choose, we’ll be here all day if you let me.” I laugh shortly, pulling my legs closer to my chest. He moved closer to me then, tugging the blanket over his long legs.
My head was dizzy as his shoulder brushes against mine. He flicks through the romance category before settling on a title I didn’t recognize, “Oh, you’ll love this.” He smiles, clicking the screen for it to play. He reaches up the wall to flick off his bedroom light and the darkness surrounds us. I lean slightly into him and he doesn’t seem to mind, his dark eyes are fixed in the screen. I can’t seem to focus on the movie with Calum sitting so close to me. I could only focus on how his muscles strained under his shirt, and the steadiness of his breathing. I admired how he laughed when something would happen in the movie. The more we sat there, the more I wanted to climb on top of him and make out with him. My eyes discreetly travel to his jaw, enticed by the sharpness of his features.
“Y/N? Is everything alright?” He asks. My face heats in embarrassment and I nod swiftly. A chuckle leaves his lips and he shakes his head. “What?” I question, my defensive side rising. “Nothing.” He shrugs, his lips still tugged in a smirk. I frown at him, wanting to know what the hell he was thinking about. This was odd for Calum to be so smug, usually he was the one with rosy cheeks. I couldn’t tell if he was beginning to be more comfortable with me, or if the whole nervous boy thing was an act. Either way I was fine with him loosening up around me, I really do think we could be friends. He pulls more of the blanket toward him, sliding it off of my legs. The cold air bites at my skin, Val’s sleep shorts were the only thing I could find that were big enough to fit me. “Cal, don’t be a such a hog.” I groan, pulling the blanket back towards me. He laughs again, the sound is teasing and playful, I instantly want to hear it again. “Come closer then.” He chides. My stomach twists as I move closer, his arm wrapping around my body nonchalantly. I can see a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, how slick. Calum isn’t as innocent as I thought.
Playing along, I rest my hand on his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten at my touch. I feel as if I’m on fire, my head is snuggled into his chest, his arm around me. It felt so wrong. This was Calum. Val’s brother, who she was so protective over. If she knew about this she’d flip out, as harmless as it was. “Is it okay that were so close?” He hums, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I can hear the smile in his voice. “It’s fine.” I reply, gently rubbing my hand over his abdomen. “Good.” His fingers run up my back lightly, and my breath hitches which only makes him chuckle. Shy Calum Hood was making me nervous, something I’d thought could never happen. My head stays tucked under his chin for the remainder of the movie and all I can think about is kissing at his jaw, and leaving hickies down his throat. I imagine his hand that’s at my side, gripping my ass through Val’s shorts as I suck at his neck. Boldly, I slip my hand underneath his shirt, feeling at his taut muscles. His skin is hot and he doesn’t stop me as I feel him. His hand grips at my side in response, fingers toying at the hem of my shirt. He groans lowly when I graze over a specific spot, adjusting his position and then clearing his throat. “Are you alright?” I ask, moving my head away from his neck to meet his eyes innocently.
He nods curtly, his head tilting down to mine. Our faces are close, his forehead barely pressed against my own. “Are you alright?” He breathes. “Uh huh.” I respond, my eyes gazing over his face. The light from the Tv washes over his face, casting a glow in the darkness. His lips are plump and irresistibly close to my own, making it extremely difficult to keep my eyes on his. He moves in closer, his nose brushing against mine slightly. His eyes are still locked on mine and mine on his, “What would you do if I kissed you?” His words startled me, my head was focused on his next move. “What?” I stuttered. “I don’t know, Cal. Why don’t you find out?” I propose, quickly recovering from his — rather odd — question. He smiles then, a breathy laugh tumbling from his lips. Lips that I wanted to feel on my own. “Just had to ask, love.” He hums and closes the space between us.
His kiss is soft at first, slow, and new. His hand that isn’t on my waist cups my face, holding me to him, as if he’s afraid that I’ll stop him. I tilt my head and he’s slightly hovering over me, pulling me into his chest. My fingers, still under his shirt, scratch at his skin. He moans into my mouth, his grip on me tightening. My mouth opens wider against his, my head spinning from the feeling of his lips on my own. He sucks at my bottom lip, causing me to moan, before pulling away breathlessly. His forehead rests on my own and I open my eyes to see his still closed. His lips curve up in a smile, his nose brushing against mine. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He whispers. My mind is confused at his words, how long had it been? I would’ve caught that Cal liked me, wouldn’t I? I was always staring at him so when could he have had the time to look back. He was always stammering through sentences and locking himself in his room.
“Really?” I ask, my tone showing my confusion. He nods and pushes his lips to mine again. “Felt like forever.” He hums, kissing at the side of my mouth and to my jaw. “Even when I was dating Lena. Kept thinking I could get over you.” My breath hitches when he sucks right under my chin, my mind whirling with this new information. “W-Why didn’t you say anything?” The words are breathy as they fall from my lips. I wanted nothing more than to just succumb to his touch, but I needed to know. “Thought you thought I was just ‘Val’s nerdy brother’. But today, when she left and you stuck up for me...I just had to go for it.” He smiles softly at the end. I smile back at him, wishing I knew this information earlier. I was always wishing that he would just talk to me, notice me. But he never did so my crush for him kind of died when we left high school. I just figured that I was nothing more than Val’s friend to him.
I press my lips back to his, my hands holding his face close to my own. His grasp at my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him. The blanket is lost between us as I straddle his waist, our chests pressed together. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this.” He whispers against my lips. A fire ignites in my stomach at his words, I want to know. I want to know how many times he’s thought of me, how many times he wished I was with him. “Tell me, Cal.” I murmur and pressed small kisses to his warm cheeks. “When you’re across the hall in Val’s room, I think about going in there, making you come to bed with me, holding you till you fall asleep in my arms.” His fingers laced through my hair, pulling slightly, making me gasp. “Tell me more.” I gush. I can feel him stirring in his sweats beneath me and I want to please him, I want to fulfill every fantasy he’s ever had about me. “I think about kissing you, and my name name tumbling from your lips when I do something you like. I think about...touching you.” He trails off, his fingers tracing hot marks across my skin.
I lick a bold stripe up his neck before sucking underneath his jaw, making him moan. “Tell me, Cal. Do you think about me to get off?” I hotly whisper when my lips reach his again. He shifts beneath me, his erection growing. I can feel his chest rising and falling quicker against mine, and I’m almost giddy as I wait for his answer. “Always, babygirl.” His voice is deeper, strained. I look into his dark eyes then, the Tv light casting against his features. His eyes search mine as he pushes himself up against me, the thin fabric of my shorts not doing much to keep me from feeling the outline of his cock. My breathing is labored as I push back against him, grinding harder than he could. He pulls in a breath through his teeth, his grip on my waist tightening. “Tell me what you want.” I rasp against the shell of his ear, kissing at the skin. His hands are under my shirt now, goosebumps crawl on my skin at his touch. “I want you naked underneath me, moaning my name as I fuck you. I want to feel your mouth around my cock, taking me as deep as you can.” He confesses and my breath hitches. I wasn’t mentally prepared for him to say that, but wetness pools in my panties nonetheless. His large hands are on my ass, and his tongue on my neck, kissing feverishly. I couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from my lips as he held my hips down and fiercely ground his erection into my core. “Show me, Cal.” I moan, my fingers tangling though his thick hair.
He’s rolling over me suddenly, my head pressed to his pillows and him in between my legs. He lifts himself to his knees, sitting back and crossing his arms at the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. My eyes wander over his bare chest, the tattoos on his skin prominent. I’d only seen glimpses of them before, but they were much nicer up close. I run my hands over his shoulders when he’s over me again, his lips moving over my own. My panties are soaked as he rolls his hips against mine, my hips arching off the bed to meet him as he does so. Boldly, my hand reaches between us at his clothed length. He felt heavy in my hands. My mouth watered at the possibilities of what he could do to me with his cock. I wanted to taste him, to feel him, to touch him. He’s groaning above me as I grope him over his sweats, his boxers becoming tighter. “Take em off.” He huffs, the words coming out in short breaths. I reach my fingers into the waistband, tugging down both his garments. My jaw is slack when I see his length slap against the skin of his stomach, standing up proudly. He rolls himself over my clothed center and it dawns on me how naked he is above me. I pull my shirt off, wanting to match him. He stops me when I reach behind to take off my bra, “Just wait, my love.” He hums against my jaw, kissing at the skin tenderly.
My heart wraps against my rib cage and I’m afraid he can hear. His hand is brought between my legs, brushing gently at my center. I raise my hips slightly off the bed to increase the friction and my eyes are rolling back into my head from the small touch. “Cal,” I groan, wanting more of his touch. More friction is added to my heat and I thrust my head back in pleasure. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched like this and I can’t remember it feeling this good. I was so turned on by the small amounts of pleasure Calum was giving me, more than ready to feel his cock inside of me. I’m reaching for him again, slipping his length between my fingers, swiping at the precum built up on his head. Incomprehensible noises tumble from his lips. He presses his head into the crook of my neck, relaxing at my touch. His fingers fumble with the waistband of my shorts, and I lift my hips to help him tug them and my underwear off. “Calum!” I yelp when one of his fingers slips between my lips and into my hole, pumping relentlessly. My lip is brought between my teeth as I fight back my moans. “You’re so tight, Y/N. Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. He curls his finger, twisting around making my legs tremble. My hands don’t stop their movements on his dick, and I silently wish it were my mouth on his cock.
I push at his chest gently and his hands fall from me. He’s on his knees now and I join him, unhooking my bra as I scramble to my knees. His lips are tugged in a soft smile as press my lips to his, tangling my fingers in his hair. His kiss is messy and lustful, leaving my my mind frayed. “Lay back.” I coax and run my hands over his toned chest. He complies, laying on his back and I hover over him this time. I waste no time taking his cock into my mouth, his weight heavy on my tongue. His taste is something I never want to forget as I lick eagerly around his tip, sucking slowly over the skin there. He hisses above me, his chest rising and falling quickly. His strong hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to look in his eyes. I lower my head, taking him deeper, all the while staring into his dark eyes. His jaw hangs open as I continue to please him, gagging on his thick cock. I use my hand to palm at his balls. I fondle the twins in my hands watching his response above me. The only sounds in the room are those of Calum’s moans and the suckling sounds makes by my mouth and hand, and I continue wanting to feel him come undone in my mouth.
Calum, however, has different plans as he pulls me to him, his cock slipping past my lips. I pout at him and he chuckles, pushing back the hair that has fallen over my forehead. “Baby girl, I would’ve came down your throat if I hadn’t stopped you.” He breathes, moving his face closer to my own. “And I would’ve loved every second of it.” I hum, placing my lips over his. His hands find my bare ass, slapping at the flesh. My mouth hangs open as he repeats the action, the stinging of my skin making me impossibly hornier. “Fuck, Calum.” I whimpered. He hoists my hips up as I straddle him, I can feel the tip of his cock poking at my entrance and it takes everything in me to not lower myself into him. “Condom?” He breathes against the shell of my ear. I shake my head vehemently, I wanted to feel him. I wanted to feel every inch, every ridge, every curve of his cock inside of me. “Are you sure?” He asks. “I’m on the pill.” He fills me at once before my sentence finishes, and my mouth is hanging open at his size.He completely fills me and in this position it feels as if he’s in my stomach. “Oh my- “ The words are caught in my throat as he thrusts his hips upwards from beneath me, his hands taking purchase on my ass. Goosebumps litter my skin at the pleasure of him inside me and the cold air nipping at my skin. Calum knowingly throws the blanket over us and I rest my head in the crook of his shoulder, complete content.
Our hips rock together for a while and I can feel my orgasm rising in my stomach. “Cal I’m gonna,” I start not being able to find it in me to finish the sentence. He slams into me harder now, the clapping sounds filling the room along with our moans and whimpers. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you.” He coaxes. I lean backwards at his words. They’re somewhat like a catapult as I begin to rock my hips on my own, throwing off Calum’s rhythm. His hands grab at my chest, feeling the weight of my breasts in his hands.I rest my hands on his thighs as I thrust my hips quickly over his cock. “Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy riding my cock like that.” He moans, his hips thrusting upwards at his words, stroking a part of me I didn’t know existed. A yelp leaves my lips as my orgasm crashes over me, my chest colliding with his and his arms wrap around me, fucking me through it.
He rolls us over so he’s in between my legs now, chasing his own orgasm with his forearms above my head. He brings one hand down the grip my hip for leverage. He holds on tightly and I know there’ll be marks tomorrow but I don’t mind. His thrusts are untimely but steady, nearing close to his end. “Are you gonna cum, Cal?” I moan in his ear. He nods, his hair tickling at the side of my face. “Come on, let me feel you.” I tempt him, wrapping my legs around his waist in reassurance. He let’s go with a groan, his thrusts stiffening and short, driving my legs closer to my chest with each one. His body lumps on top of me and I hold him in my arms, our mouths moving slowly over one another’s, completely spent. His tongue laps over my own and he doesn’t move, his hand on my hip while the other is in my hair, the weight of his body on my chest. I don’t mind because I feel closer to him than ever, even when he slips his cock from me with a moan that I’ll be replaying in my head later on.
He cuddles me to his chest in his dark room, the Tv playing whatever now. His lips place soft kisses at my shoulder and I close my eyes. “Stay with me, gorgeous.” He hums at my ear, placing a tantalizing kiss to the space below it. I hold him tighter in response and I can feel his smile against my skin as he tugs the cover back over us. “Let me just use the bathroom first.” I sigh, pulling away from his touch. He kissed my lips swiftly before letting me go. I pull his shirt over my head before leaving the room, the feeling of Cal’s lips still on my own. I open Val’s door quietly, stepping inside to use her bathroom.
“Hey where - what the fuck!?”
I jump at the sound of Val’s voice, turning swiftly to see her laying in her bed. “V-Val, what’re you doing here?” I’m suddenly all too aware of what I’m wearing and I tug the fabric. “Is that Cal’s shirt?” She questions and as if on cue, Cal is at the door. I stare at him with a panicked expression, now was not the time for him to show up, only in his boxers. Even if he did look so fucking good. “Is that where you were?!” She’s shouting now, her face red. Calum steps into the room, coming to my side, only making this look worse for us. I struggle to find the words to say as she gets off her bed, stalking closer to us. “Val, it’s not what you think -“ I stammer. “Of course it is! How long has this been going on? Are you seriously fucking my brother behind my back?!” I cower at the sound of her voice. I felt incredibly small in the face of Val’s wrath, I never thought I could be on the receiving end of it.
“Valerie enough!” Calum’s voice booms. I jump at the sound, having never heard him speak so loudly before. Val’s quiet now, her face still red and she’s staring at me, a look of what can only be described as disgust in her eyes. Tears prick at my own and as much as I didn’t regret anything that Calum and I did, I wished it hadn’t made Val so mad. “Val, I-I...I don’t know what to say.” The tears fall and Calum’s arms are around me instantly. I pushed him off, although all I wanted was to be curled into his chest right now. My hand reaches out to Val and she backs away. “Val.” I whine. Calum’s hand brushes through his hair violently, “Valarie, I’m not a child. I can make decisions for myself and my decision is Y/N, whether you like it or not.” He huffs grabbing me to his chest, not giving me the option to pull away. As uncomfortable as I am standing here in Calum’s t-shirt, my ass practically hanging out the bottom, I’m grateful for him sticking up for...us - whatever we were.
“We’re going to bed, you should do the same.” He’s pulling me out the door quickly and I do nothing to stop him. When we’re back in his room, I lay in his bed, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. I want to be with Calum, I really do. But, Val’s feelings are also super important to me. Are they more important than my own happiness? Calum’s arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me close to his chest. “It’s going to be fine. I’m not letting you go that easy either, so you can try if you want, but I can’t promise that I’ll let you leave.” He hums into my neck and his hand wanders under my shirt, pressing to my stomach. I smile softly when his lips press against my cheek. Calum is what I want and I’m not sure if even Val can stop me from that.
