ive read your stripper calum au and i havent been alble to stop thinking about it for days i want calum to grind all of him against all of me and grab my and guide them to where he wants me to touch him and watching him strip to pony by ginuwine
i feel like stripper!Calum is really good at lap dances, like he PRIDES himself on his technique and how adept his is at making you feel like you’re the only two people in the room, even when you’re on a stage under spotlights as everyone in the club looks on. he’d just take your hands and place them on his chest and wink at you or make a stupid face to get you to loosen up so that you’d both enjoy it
ok buT LISTEN i was actually going to have him dance to pony but i thought it would be too Magic Mike lol
You cringed slightly at the harshness of Calum’s voice, he had every right to be cold towards you but you almost missed the soft lilt in his voice when he teased you. Clearly things were bad if you were wishing for the cocky, over confident Calum to return.
“’m really sorry Calum,” you mumbled, your shoulders tense as you waited for his reply. His warm hand rested on your shoulder, gently turning you around to face him.
“It’s hard to hear you when you’re talking to the wall (Y/N).” His voice was as hard as his gaze when you finally worked up the courage to meet it. His normally warm brown eyes were now almost dark and empty. His hand slipped from your shoulder, the warmth immediately leaving you, the tension in the room growing as you watched Calum cross his arms in front of his chest as he waited for you to continue.
Your chest felt tight as you worked up the courage to put into words all the thoughts swirling through your mind. Nothing seemed sincere enough, but you were desperate to make things right, you couldn’t stand the look of disappointment and hurt that was etched onto Calum’s face. Working past the lump in your throat you finally managed to meekly whisper “I’m really sorry Calum.”
With a sigh, Calum dropped his gaze to the floor. “Thanks but if that’s all, you should probably leave.” His voice was hollow as he moved to open the door.
Your stomach twisted when you saw his hand wrap around the handle of the door. “Calum please. Can we talk?”
“Talk about what? About how you treated me like shit? About how what you said fucking hurt?” Calum’s voice cracked on the last word and you felt worse with every word he spoke.
“I don’t know why I said that Calum.”
“You’re a judgmental bitch?” Calum offered.
You flinched at his words, but you knew there was truth behind them and that’s what hurt the most. “You’re right,” you laughed bitterly. “I was being a bitch. I was just shocked and confused when I found out the guy I’m kind of attracted to is a stripper and I just spoke without thinking. I get defensive sometimes and I really am so sorry because what I did was unwarranted and completely uncalled for,” you paused for a breath, realizing how close Calum had moved towards you during your little speech, barely any space was left between the two of you.
“Well I was shocked and confused when the girl I have a crush on offered me money to talk to me.” Calum’s warm breath fanned across your face.
“I’m so sorry Calum, I understand if you hate me forever but I just needed you to know that I feel horrible and,” you stopped when you registered what Calum said. “You have a crush on me? But you’re always an ass to me.”
A flush spread across Calum’s cheeks as he bowed his head sheepishly. “I guess I’m not good at expressing my thoughts and feelings either.”
“Maybe we really should talk things out then,” you laughed.
Calum stepped around you, making his way to the sofa in his living room. He motioned for you to join him. “Maybe we should.”
It was a slow start, neither of you knowing just where to begin. The awkward silence broke when Calum offered you a drink and soon the burn of alcohol led to the flow of conversation. The topics were casual, almost as if it were two old friends catching up, but soon those ended and you both knew what was coming next.
“Why did you start stripping?” you asked softly, thankful for the glass to hide behind as you waited for his answer.
Calum’s fingers drummed on your knee, searching for the right words. “I needed the money.” His answer was simple. “I was being buried by student loans and my rent was kicking my ass. I was literally living off of stale bread and water and I was willing to do anything. I couldn’t ask my parents for money, they had enough to worry about. So I found myself at a strip club one night and this girl who worked there approached me, asked if I ever considered stripping because apparently my body is amazing and perfect for this line of work.” He laughed weakly “It was easy money.”
You nodded solemnly. “I get that, student loans are the seventh ring of hell, I’m still working them off. Have you ever thought about quitting? Finding a new job?”
“All the time, but the odds of finding something that pays that well right away are slim. It’s my job, I have to do it, and it’s easy for people to treat me like nothing because of it.”
Sighing, you placed your hand on top of his, squeezing gently. “I’m sorry Calum.”
“Okay you’ve got to stop saying that,” he laughed. “Another drink?”
Another drink, led to another and another, and soon the near empty bottle was being passed between the two of you, breathless giggles filling the apartment as you both laughed at nothing. Calum’s eyes were bright and his soft lips were almost begging to be kissed, at least that’s what your hazy thoughts told you.
“Calum,” you whispered. When he looked at you, you decided to take a chance. Leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, hesitant and unsure. Calum’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him, his lips working desperately against yours. Your hands gripped his shirt, tugging at it, silently telling him to take it off. As soon as you both rid yourself of the fabric covering your chests, your lips were back on each others. Calum’s hands were tight on your waist, pulling you into his lap, hips rocking up to meet yours. This was better than any dream you had about it, this was real. The slight pain of his blunt nails digging into your sides, the swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip, his hips comfortably against yours. This was better than you could ever imagine.
Your fingers pulled at the waistband of Calum’s sweatpants, desperate for more. You were in for a shock though when Calum’s hands wrapped around your wrist, pulling your hands away. You immediately missed the feeling of his lips on yours the second he pulled away.
“Wait (Y/N).”
“What’s wrong, did I do something wrong?” your eyes studied his worriedly. How did you mess things up already?
Calum ran his hands through his hair, groaning. “No you didn’t do anything wrong. I just… I need to tell you something first.”
You slipped from Calum’s lap, thoughts going into overdrive as you tried to guess what he was so determined to tell you. “What is it?”
Calum nervously played with your fingers, still desperate for some contact between you. “I’ve only been with one other person before.” Calum spoke so quickly you almost didn’t here him.
“What?”
“I’ve only ever been with one person before. My first. I thought I meant something to her too, but I guess I was wrong.”
Calum walked into the dimly lit strip club, his stomach in knots. He was still unsure about this whole thing, he’d only been working here a week and he still wasn’t completely comfortable with taking his clothes of in front of handsy middle aged women for money. His gaze swept around the room, his spirits uplifting when he spotted her. She smiled when she saw him, making her way over to where Calum stood. She had an almost intimidating beauty to her, perhaps because of the barely there outfit she wore, or maybe because of the way she held herself. Confident and determined to get what she wanted, and right now it was clear what she wanted.
Her arms slipped around Calum’s waist, pressing quick kisses to his chest. “I’m so glad you decided to work here with me,” she laughed looking up at him.
“I’m glad you talked me into it,” Calum pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s worth it to spend more time with you.”
She leaned up and pressed a hard kiss to his lips. “Meet me after your shift okay?” she practically purred in his ear.
“Absolutely.”
****
He met her in the back room, his muscles were sore from hours of dancing, this was going to take some getting use to, but for now his focus was on her. On the way she kissed down his neck and pushed him against the sofa that was in the room, he felt like he was on cloud 9 when she pulled the little clothing he had on from his body, and sunk onto him, rocking her hips against his. This was more than he had ever hoped for his first time. And when she was wrapped in his arms he told her how happy he was, so thankful that she did this with him, that she was his first.
She laughed lightly at his words, quickly redressing herself and heading out for the night.
****
Calum couldn’t have been happier, it seemed as if things were finally looking up. It had been about two weeks since he shared a part of himself with her and nothing could be better. He opened the door to the back room, eager to see her. He couldn’t find her in the main room and this was the last place to look. Stepping into the room he felt as if he’d been punched in the stomach, he couldn’t believe his eyes. There she was wrapped around one of the other male strippers, crying out like she had when she was with him.
Calum felt sick as he hurried from the building, not even thinking twice when he told his boss he couldn’t work today. He didn’t need to act sick, he was. Sick and hurt, she had meant something to him, but he was disposable.
Your heart felt heavy as Calum recalled what had happened to him the year before, and you never expected something so emotional and sincere to come from the neighbour you’d grown to know as confident and carefree. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, looking into his sad eyes. “That’s horrible Calum, and I’m so sorry you went through that.”
“You keep saying sorry (Y/N),” Calum laughed, placing his hand over yours. “I just wanted you to know. I’ve only been with one other person and she hurt me.”
“If you don’t want to do anything that’s fine Calum, I don’t mind waiting.” You spoke sincerely, pressing a quick kiss to his down turned lips.
Calum pulled you back into his lap, holding you tight. “I want to, I just don’t want you to be… Disappointed I guess. I’m not the most experienced guy.”
You smiled softly at the sweet boy under you. “Calum I’m not going to be disappointed, I’m ready when you are, but only then.”
Calum pulled you in for a kiss, lips working against yours slowly, his hands sneaking past the hem of your shirt that you had put pack on during Calum’s story, his fingers brushing against your soft skin. “Promise you won’t be disappointed?” Calum mumbled against your lips.
“I promise.”
Pulling into you into his arms, Calum stood from the sofa, carrying you to his room and placing you gently on the bed. He guided your shirt over your head, swift kisses falling across your now exposed chest and down to the waistband of your jeans. He quickly undid the button, pulling the fabric slowly down your legs. His sweatpants followed soon after, and he paused, his gaze burning down your body. “Ar-are you sure you want to do this with me?”
You sat up and reached behind you, undoing your bra and tossing it to the side. Wiggling your hips you slipped your underwear off and they followed your bra over the side of the bed. You reached for his hand and pulled him back towards you. “Of course I’m sure.” You rolled the two of you over, straddling Calum’s waist. You dragged your nails down his chest, loving how his back arched and he whined at the feeling. You tugged his boxers off of him and pressed a soft kiss to his hip, teeth grazing along his tanned skin, sucking a dark mark there. You peered up at him smiling softly as you kissed back up his chest and along his jaw before placing one slow kiss to his lips.
Calum’s hands tangled in your hair, flipping the two of you once more. Breaking the kiss, he reached into his nightstand drawer, pulling out a small foil package. Quickly he tore it open and rolled the condom on, as if he was afraid the longer he took, the sooner you’d change your mind.
Calum glanced down your body, moaning as you moved your hips teasingly against his. “You’re sure?”
“Yes Calum.”
Calum slowly thrust into you, his jaw falling slack at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “Fuck, (Y/N).”
“Move Calum please.”
With uncertainty, Calum began to rock his hips, your actions only encouraging him further, the way you bit his shoulder, the way his name fell from your lips and your hands tugged at his hair. Your hips lifted to meet his, desperately chasing your high. Calum’s hand fell between your bodies, rubbing quick circles on your clit. You felt bubbles of pleasure rise up in your stomach, desperate to burst.
“Please, tell me you’re close,” Calum all but whined.
“’m close,” you gasped. No sooner had you said that, you felt something snap inside of you, pleasure washing over your body as you cried out Calum’s name.
He soon joined you, his high hitting him fast and hard. Panting out your name, Calum shook in your arms, struggling to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his damp hair as you both calmed down. His lips brushed against your neck as he held you close.
“That’ll be $500,” Calum joked, earning a slap on his back from you.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” you groaned, shoving Calum away as he pulled out of you.
Calum laughed as he looked over at you with your disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. “So what now?”
rating: idk like PG there’s swearing so if that offends…
a/n stripper!calum angst for y’all, remember you wanted this
(part 1)
“Want a dance?”
Well that was a tricky question. You had all intents of getting a dance from the gorgeous stripper who moved so sinfully you were surprised you still had clothes on, but there was no way in hell you’d get a dance from Calum. You didn’t know what was more embarrassing, the way your jaw hung open and your cheeks flushed, the way you were clearly checking out his body, or the way you practically sprinted from your friend’s house, slamming the door behind you in the process. Angrily power walking in heels while tipsy was no easy task, but somehow you managed to get back to your apartment in one piece, though you did receive some strange looks while you muttered to yourself. Of course he was a stripper, it actually made a lot of sense. That’s definitely where his over inflated ego came from, night after night of women screaming for him, throwing money at him just to see more of his body, to see it move for them, you were surprised he wasn’t more arrogant.
What confused you is why you cared so much, why your stomach twisted almost painfully when you realized it had been Calum who was dancing so close to your friend? Why you felt a pang in your chest when you noticed all those girls ogling him? It was just Calum, your asshole neighbour who you hated, you really shouldn’t be bothered by this whole thing, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t make the nagging thoughts leave your mind. Before you knew it you were back at your apartment, barely glancing at Calum’s door as you passed, not wanting to think about where he was right now. The second you were inside you ditched your heels and pulled the dress from your body, stripping down to your underwear as you headed for your room and flopped on your bed, burrowing yourself under your blankets. You shut your eyes tight, willing yourself to forget about tonight, and praying you didn’t run into Calum tomorrow.
Calum’s P.O.V
What are the fucking odds? I can’t believe it, it had to be a one in a million chance that (Y/N) was at the party I was working tonight. I can’t seem to forget the look of shock that was on her face when she realized I was a stripper, or the knowing look her friend gave me when I told her that we were neighbours. A look that said “oh so you’re the asshole”. I’ll admit, I haven’t been the best neighbour but it’s not entirely my fault. I only play the music so fucking loudly so I can block out her moans that I can hear clear as day through these damn thin walls. I don’t think she knows I can hear them, but I do and I can’t help the thoughts of her that play through my mind. Thoughts of her underneath me, calling out my name, her nails digging into my shoulders… Fuck I need to stop this, she hates me and it’ll never happen, especially now that she knows what I do. I glance over at her apartment door, it’s almost habit now, hoping she’ll come out and talk to me, even if it’s just to call me an ass. Leaning against the door, her face appears, dancing across my closed eyelids, the shock so clearly written across her face.
Almost as if by magic, as if my thoughts of her pulled her to me, I hear her door squeak open. I don’t dare to move in case I somehow scare her away. I open one eyelid, and glance at her as she peaks her head out, warily stepping into the hall. She practically jumps when she sees me, and my stomach twists, I never wanted that reaction from her. I can’t help but notice the dark circles under her eyes and the way her lips curl down in a frown, she awkwardly shifts her bag to other shoulder as he avoids my gaze.
“Some night huh?” I ask softly, trying to break the silence, god it’s suffocating. “Did you have fun?” I ask with a small laugh, desperate for her to say something. Anything.
She digs around in her purse, still looking anywhere but at me. Her small hand pulls out a crinkled dollar bill, tight in her grasp. “Do I still give you a dollar to talk to me or is that only once you start taking your clothes off? I don’t really know the rules about talking to your stripper neighbour.”
My stomach sinks when I hear her words. Well I got her to talk to me. I honestly can’t tell if she’s joking or not, her face is like stone and the fucking dollar is all I can see. My lip curls and I turn away from her, unlocking my door quickly. “I can’t believe you,” I mutter. “Who knew you were such a cold, judgmental bitch.” The door slams and I feel numb, moving almost on autopilot I crawl into my bed, turning my music full blast in the process, trying to block out my thoughts and her words, still ringing in my ears. “Fuck this.”
Your P.O.V
“You did WHAT?” You winced as your friend shouted at you, you really didn’t want to relive it.
"Do I really have to say it again?“ You whined awkwardly shuffling around your apartment.
"You need to go apologize right now,” your friend grabbed you by the shoulders and guided you to your door.
"What? No! He’s an ass he probably doesn’t care"
“(Y/N), you didn’t see the look on his face when you ran from my house without even saying goodbye to your best friend who was ALSO the birthday girl.” She continued, talking over you. “He looked so upset when you ran. And what you said to him was way uncalled for, ass or not.” With a final shove, she pushed you in front of his door. “Now apologize.” She quickly knocked on the door and scampered back into your apartment.
You wrung your hands and your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest. You didn’t want to face Calum, you wanted to ignore him forever. Finally the door opened, and you couldn’t ignore the way Calum’s face fell when he saw you.
"What do you want (Y/N)? That dance was a one time offer.“ Calum spoke slowly, his eyes refusing to meet yours.
"I want to talk, I want to apologize.”
After a moment, Calum stepped aside, opening the door wider and nodded for you to come in. Stepping into his apartment you looked around, trying to take it all in, smiling when you noticed the pictures on his wall. “Okay. Talk.”
stripper!calum showing up to your friend's party per your request and during the middle of his routine, she shoves him off her and both you and calum end up kicked out of the party so while you're both standing in the freezing cold, he struggles to zip up his pants because he's shivering like mad so you offer a jacket to him only to get an eye roll and slight scoff so you offer to buy him a pizza or coffee in exchange for what happened and he reluctantly agrees because he could tell you were sorry about what happened and thought it couldn't get any worse, right?
