Missing you c.h. Smut
You stand in front of the mirror in the large hotel bathroom, your body adorned in only one of Calum’s large tee shirts and a pair of silk panties, your hair tied up.
You and Calum had mutually made the decision that you should join him on tour, and while it was amazing that you got to experience all the new places and watch him play all the time, it was exhausting and you still felt like you barely got to spend time with him.
It was hard enough being away from home and the fact that you barely got to hang out with your boyfriend made it worse. You’re tired, you want to sleep in your own bed and see your friends.
As you walk through the door back into the bedroom, Calum enters, his face tired and hair messy, eyes red from lack of sleep.
You clear your throat before the words come out, maybe you shouldn’t have even said them.
“Calum, I want to go home.”
He raises both eyebrows at you, lips parting as he stares, shaking his head no.
“No? What do you mean no?”
You tilt your head to the side, eyebrows furrowing just slightly. No? Who does he think he is? He’s not in control of you.
“I mean, I barely get to see you while you’re on tour with me, we wouldn’t last with you leaving.”
Your heart drops into your stomach as he speaks, you feel nauseous. Is that really what he thinks? He doesn’t believe that your relationship is strong enough to handle a little distance? Pathetic.
“Know what?” You start, “fuck you Calum.”
You spit the words out as if they have a bad taste to them, you can’t tell if you’re more angry or upset.
“No, don’t start. You know it, we’re barely hanging on by a thread with you here!” He defends his statement, not well, but it’s there.
“Actually, fuck you.” You continue, “I have no interest in being in a relationship with someone who’s not willing to put in the work to succeed, I deserve better Cal, we both do, this isn’t worth it anymore.”
You move towards your suitcase, pulling out a pair of sweatpants so you can leave, maybe you’d stay with Ashton tonight or something but you certainly didn’t want to be here.
“What do you think you’re doing.”
He steps closer to you, his eyes widening.
“I’m leaving.”
He shakes his head, his hands reaching to grab your waist as you lean down to step into your pants and you try to swat his hands away but you’re stuck in his grip.
“You’re not leaving me Y/N.” He murmurs the words as he leans down to press his lips to your neck, you can feel the vibration against your skin and it’s hard not to melt into him, but you try. He basically told you that your relationship is weak, and that’s not one you aspire to be in. You deserve someone who cares about you.
“Let go of me Calum.”
You press forward but he just pulls you back into him.
“I didn’t mean it, I’m just tired, please.”
He wraps his arms around you, burying his forehead into your shoulder as he speaks.
“I would never leave you Y/n, and my heart would never be whole again if you left me, I’m sorry, I really didn’t-“
He starts, pulling away just to spin you around, his lips finding yours immediately as he walks you back against the wall. You look up at the y’all boy, his dark eyes sparkling, yet having bags below them.
You nod slowly, your hands making their way up his chest before you press your lips back to his, your arms clasping around his neck as he grabs your bottom, lifting you around him so that your ankles are locked behind his waist.
His mouth moves to your neck, gently kissing and biting the skin as he slips one hand between the two of you, slipping your panties to the side and rubbing your clit for a while before slipping two fingers into you, knuckle deep.
You gasp at his movements, legs pressing hard against his hips as you close your eyes, resting your head back imagaisnt the wall.
“Fuck Calum-“
You whimper the words as he begins to slowly finger fuck you before moving to pull his dick out of his pants, lining the tip up with your entrance before slipping into you.
It doesn’t take him long to find his rythym, slowly working deep thrusts into your soaking core, a torturous pace, yet you draw closer to your orgasm with each passing second.
“Look at me.”
He murmurs the words as he makes love to you, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze as he continues to move inside you, your hips being lifted and dropped by his hands.
You stare into his eyes as he speaks, his voice low, barely audible.
“Want you to look at me while you cum all over my cock.”
You whimper at his words, quiet pants leaving your lips as you edge closer and closer until finally your orgasm hits you like a wall of bricks, that triggering his own of course.
He presses you hard against the wall, his forehead dropping into your shoulder as he stands frozen, still inside you.
“I love you.”
The words that slip from his lips are choked and quite but genuine. You bring your hands up to his head, slowly massaging his scalp as you attempt to catch your breat.
“I love you.”