Ride it
Pairing: fem!reader x dom!calum
Word Count: 1,304
Summary: Calum puts you on your knees.
Warnings: boot riding kink, oral sex, throat fucking, smut...
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Calum sat back on the sofa in his dressing room, legs spread open, his kilt dipped between his thick thighs. You sat at his feet with your own skirt around your waist, it had ridden up after Calum’s manhandling right after getting you behind doors. He reached under your chin leaving a wet kiss on your forehead and slapping you lightly on the cheek.
“Ride it” his accent was prominent, the way it usually isn’t now days.
“No Calum” he restricts you by pulling you in by the neck. His touch feels hot making it hard to swallow as you stare at him. It feels like a staring contest. You like to test him, to challenge and see how he decides to take it.
“Don’t wanna hear it” he grunts “Really don’t.” He shoves his fingers in your mouth making you gag around them, they taste like your juices from when he had them deep in you to prove you wrong earlier. You feel a shift before feeling the tip of his boot on your clit making your hips jerk up, only allowing him to fully place it under you. His other hand grabs the roots to your hair pulling it down.
“Fuck” you try to say around his fingers. You close your eyes in pain and subconsciously go down the way Calum is fisting your hair. His boot feels hot around your wet pussy, the juices immediately coating the surface and lubricating it.
“There you go baby. I’m just doing you a favor and letting you cum the way you want. It’s just a little different, okay?” He removes his fingers from your mouth, wiping them clean on your check and smearing the makeup that was already running. You see him palm himself at the sight in front of him. Your cheeks are burning up and there would be no surprise if they were tinted red like your chest.
He never failed to make you wet and it was always an advantage. Now you sit on his boot going back and forth wanting to get off, desperately a moan escapes. His eyes stared intensity at your pussy, it was the way he had told you to keep it. Not shaved, bikini wax and a trim. He loved the hair on you. His dick was hard, now forming a tend on his skirt at the sight of his now shiny boot.
Calum has been going on stage wearing kilts and it has made it hard to enjoy the shows. Seeing him up on stage jumping around with his band mates, the way his calves thicken up when he kneels in front of Luke and how the shorts under show just tightly they are around his crotch.
He was no longer holding on to your hair but after fidgeting around Calum removed the shorts only leaving the kilt and was now pumping his dick. He sticks his tongue out to wet his lips before letting out a curse word and throwing his head back. Adam's apple bobbed with the groans he made. He let go and reached to unclasp a hanging kilt strap and attached it to the chain that hung close to your neck. Like a leash.
“Suck me. Maybe that’ll encourage you a little, yea? I know it feels good baby you’re finding it hard to breathe” he tugs until you’re close to his dick. The smell of his natural body odor and body wash perked you up. “C’mon baby”
He noted the way your hips furiously moved against his boot, your body pressed against his leg below him.
“And don’t get too eager, make me cum first”
The whine you let out was satisfaction for Calum, seeing the way you jumped to fist the base of his dick and suck his balls first. Wetting them sloppy and licking the way up his length to the fat tip and sucking it harshly. He lets out a deep moan tugging the strap almost lifting you up from your contact of pleasure. You harshly sit back down without thinking.
Calum lets out a breathy laugh while shaking his head. He loved you stupid, when you lost all thought because of him. When you give up the air in your lungs to take him whole, to give him what he needs. He liked how you lost all dignity in his presence and let loose at his feet. Literally.
“Yes baby, yes, yes. Breathe, just like that. You fit my dick so right in there, so sloppy, so good.” he praises, holding you down for as long as you can before you pull away to catch a quick breath. You reach up to hold his dick and jack it off quickly to take it back in your mouth. He closed his eyes, taking in the way your warm mouth felt around him, the sensation building up, the pleasure becoming too much. Calum never let go easy though, he held it for as long as he could to tease the both of you. He wanted to see how far you could go before you started to break down needing a release and that was coming.
“Calum” You moan, throwing your head back. The tears ran down your cheeks but he only smiled.
“I’m close baby keep going” he’s lying though. He wants to tire your jaw out and make it go slack numb.
You twitch at the memory of him sitting down on stage during a little break, the way his legs were spread open and he sipped on his drink. The way it looks like he is literally throwing ass as he rocks side to side playing the bass. Your clit felt raw but the contact intensified with every thought.
“Good- fucking- girl” he roared pushing your head all the way in you up from his feet. This tip hit the very back of your throat and his pubic hair tickled your nose but you felt the aggressive twitch against your tongue. “Oh fuck- yes. Uhu, take it baby” you felt his warm cum spill into your mouth. Heavy spurts filling your mouth, too much to keep in, drills spilling from the corners of your mouth. Right away your pussy is back down grinding for a release, to come undone on his boot, at his feet.
His breath is heavy, his chest rising up and down heavily, his heart pounding with force. He grips your jaw forcing your mouth to open, he wants to see his product collected. He smirks a little before dipping down and kissing you, scooping in his own cum with his tongue and sharing it. It was a little salty, sweet and warm. The kiss lasted as you came. Your hips jerked as the orgasm hit with force after waiting so long. Your cries were muffled by Calum who mumbled praise words into your mouth.
“Let go, yes baby. Cum all over my boot. It felt good right? Of course it did. Look the mess you’ve made” there's no need to look because you could feel the wetness all over your inner thighs. “So so good for me”
Your forehead falls on his knee, his long fingers caressing your back. “Oh” you breathe looking up at him, the oxygen still hasn’t made it way back fully. He reaches down to you pulling your weight up to him on the couch. There’s a sore feeling on your hips that you wince at. That will be there for a day or two. He gives you a big kiss, it lasts a little while.
“Fuck that was hot” Calum says removing the strap from your chain. “Who knew you’d like rubbing your pussy on my boot”
“Babe” you look at him “I’m not lying when I say your legs are one of my favorite things ever”
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because can we admit his big juicy legs are just fucking hot and oh my.
