Summary: Y/N is sad at her best friend’s wedding when realizing that she’s so behind, she doesn’t have a future with someone and most probably will end up alone. That changes when Calum catches her at the hallway ready to leave and proves that it doesn’t take the title of husband and wife to have the best dance of her life
Calum’s sprawled over the bed, socked feet just hanging over the edge. He’s visible just in the corner of the reflection of the mirror, head turned so his eyes can watch as you blend your foundation into place. There’s a stupid smirk stretched over his lips, one hand tucked beneath his head and the other resting on the bulge his mesh shorts do little to conceal.
Honestly, he should have been up ages ago. But the room is barely bathed in the light that slips through the crack in the curtains and there’s a hazy glow to bathroom lights you’ve yet to replace. Music hums along in the background, your phone still anchored to the wall by it’s charger, unable to get ready without something to bounce around to, but unwilling to let the battery drain before you’ve even stepped outside for the day.
You’re lining the bow of your lips just as you glance up, new tube of lipstick hanging between the grip of your fingers. Your eyes catch his in the reflection of the mirror; you’re standing there, only half of your lips filled in with color and looking kind of ridiculous, but you’re wrinkling your nose and smiling at him anyway. A final, somewhat sarcastic purse of your lips and you blow his reflection a kiss.
He thinks that the stupid jokes and the endless teasing he’ll have to endure when he slips in late to rehearsal is worth it.
A/N: I am back bitches! I haven’t written in like months xD Anyway, I hope you like this, feedback is appreciated and don’t hesitate to drop in a request or talk to me anytime!
You could be overreacting but you did feel a little hurt. For the past three hours, you had been trying to catch Luke’s attention but your boyfriend was too busy paying attention to the friend from back home. You weren’t that girl who stopped her boyfriend from talking to every or any girl, let alone his old friend.
You understood that Luke wanted to spend time with Alice and you were completely fine with it. You just wished he wouldn’t ignore your existence like he was doing right now. Maybe he could include you in the conversation he was having or ask you to sit with him or hell, even a smile in your direction would suffice. But he didn’t do any of those. Instead he spent the entire party talking to the pretty girl with bright eyes from back home. Yes, you were quite satisfied with your looks but Alice, who looked impeccable without even trying made your self confidence go a notch lower.
You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the two old friends. The party was at full swing around you. The chattering of people blended into the loud, thumping music that vibrated through the apartment. Shaking your head, you silently scolded yourself for feeling this way. You’re not going to be that girl, Y/N.
But saying you weren’t jealous or hurt would be a lie. And what better way to numb your pain than downing the cheap beer in the red cups.
You weaved your way through the crowd, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. Or some drinks.
You were through with five cups of the cheap alcohol and very tipsy when you saw a tipsier Michael approach you.
“Y/N!!” He drawled out your name, slinging an arm around you. “Come dance with us!”
You giggled as the weight of Michael’s hand made you spill a little of the alcohol in your sixth cup. “Mikey?’ You questioned seriously.
“Hmm?” His glazed eyes looked down on you.
“Is this… Is this a dance party?” You slurred your words.
Michael looked down at the floor thoughtfully, then nodded. “Yes Y/N, I think it is.”
You smiled widely, downed the alcohol and then raced to where people were already swaying to the beat. The alcohol was buzzing through your system and you felt alive and energetic. A little too energetic.
“DANCE PARTYYY!” You yelled and several other drunk people joined the hooting. And for the first time in the night as you moved to the rhythm, you had your mind off of Luke.
You didn’t know how long it had been since your impromptu “dance party” or how much more alcohol you had drank since but here you were, doing karaoke on top of a table. Your black heels were discarded off somewhere, your hair was a mess and sweat dripped from your forehead. “YOU’RE THE REASON THE ONLY REA-”
You were abruptly cut off when your microphone- the television remote- was snatched from your hands. You looked down at your boyfriend, his blue eyes a little annoyed.
“Y/N, what are you doing?”
“Luke, I’m having fun,” you whined. “Give me back my rem- my microphone.”
Luke swatted your hand that reached out to grab the remote and gently, but firmly, pulled you down the table. “No, Y/N, you’re making fool of yourself.”
You frowned. So now he cares. “No, Lucas, I’m having fun.” You yanked your arm out of his grip. “And these people actually pay attention to me, even though I’m not their girlfriend.”
“What are you-”
“DON’T STOP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING,” you cut him off which he reciprocated by putting his hand on your mouth.
“Let me spea-”
“EVERY TIME YOU MOVE TO THE BEAT IT GETS-”
“Y/N, stop!” Luke said, angrily. He grabbed your hand and lead you out of that room.
“Quite a classy one you got yourself there, Hemmings.” Alice said, still seated on the couch where the two were previously sitting.
That snarky remark set you off. ”Watch what you say, you bitch!” You spat out.
“Y/N!” Luke reprimanded.
You scoffed. “Oops, sorry! Not classy enough or you, I forgot.”
Luke glared at you to be quiet. He then turned to Alice,”Sorry, but we’ve got to get going. I’ll see you around.” He moved closer to wrap his arms around her and even went as far as to peck her on the cheek. You frowned and turned away, your heart hurting at the sight of him being so affectionate with someone who wasn’t you. Someone who he had been giving all the attention instead of you.
You waited by the door as Luke returned after saying his goodbyes, your heels in his hands. As soon as he reached you, you grabbed the black stilettos out of his hand and proceeded to walk out without him towards the car. You waited as he unlocked the car and stepped in, closing the door a little too loud.
The car ride was silent, tension thick in the air. Luke’s hand were clenched around the wheel, knuckles white while you chose to stare out the window at the passing cars. Instead of dropping you off at your own place, Luke chose to drive you to his own apartment. He wasn’t going to leave your drunk ass alone. So he wasn’t a complete douche.
“What is going on with you?” Luke asked as soon as you stepped inside. You dropped the heels by the door and Luke tossed the keys on the couch. “Why have you been acting so weird today?”
You turned to face him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Why have I been acting weird? Why have you been acting weird the past few days?”
Luke scowled. “What are you on about?”
“Of course you don’t know,” you sighed and headed to get some water from the kitchen. Luke followed you.
“Don’t just walk out like that.”
“Well then you shouldn’t just ignore me like that,” you smiled sarcastically continuing to sip on the cold water you retrieved from the fridge.
Luke rolled his eyes,”Of course this is about you needing attention.”
You slammed the bottle on the kitchen counter. Your intoxicated brain heightened you emotions, making your eyes water.
“No, Luke, this is about you being a complete dick to me the past few days. This is about you,” you jabbed a finger on his chest, ”completely ignoring your girlfriend’s existence when your friend from back home arrived. This about you,” you jabbed a finger on his chest again as he stepped back, ”choosing to give the girl, who by the way flirts with you every chance she gets, all your attention,” a smack to his chest as he took another step back. “This about you being an absolute asshole to me.”
You were about to hit his broad chest yet again when he caught hold of your hands just in time. In a second, his strong arms had flipped the two of you around. The argument flew out of the window when your back hit the kitchen wall and his mouth was pressed to yours. His hands slipped around your waist, pinning you against the wall. Your fingers found their way into his curly blonde hair. His lips moved against yours, the soft pink flesh grinding against your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours. He groaned against your mouth as you tugged lightly on his hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your dress riding up your thigh.
His palms were cupping your face when the two of you finally had to break apart for air and immediately after, Luke’s lips were attached to your neck. He pressed wet kisses all along the curve of your neck, nibbling and sucking gently on your soft skin.
“Lu- Luke…” He made it hard for you to speak. Luke knew you were sensitive near the neck and he took all advantage of it. You pulled his head away from your neck, smiling softly. “Lucas, I’m still mad at you.”
His blue eyes, darker under the dim light, stared into yours. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”
“I’ll heal it, I swear. I’m really, really sorry.” He smiled at you apologetically.
“I’m not sure I’m classy enough to forgive you,” you taunted, a smirk gracing your lips.
“Y/N,” Luke whined. “You called her a bitch before I could even defend you.”
“Didn’t think you’d defend me,” you answered, fingers playing with he soft curls at the back oh his neck.
“Hey, I’ll always stand up for you,” he said, meaningfully as he bumped his forehead to yours. You smiled before giving him a small peck on his forehead.
“Y/N,” he called out.
“Hmm?” You hummed in acknowledgement.
“You said you’re still mad at me right?” He questioned.
You nodded, a teasing grin on your face.
A cheeky smile came on to Luke’s face as he said, ”So does that mean we can have angry sex?”
“Baby girl I love you, I really do, but you’ve gotta keep your hands out my shirt.”
Calum’s voice was barely above a whisper into your ear. You two had decided to spend the night at a drive in movie theater opposed to a traditional one because Calum wanted to, “Shake things up” as he had earlier explained.
You were completely fine with the idea and Calum had even rented a truck to sit in the back of, which you assumed was solely for the aesthetic but, still sweet.
Now you were relaxed up against his side watching Pirates of the Caribbean. You were dragging your hands up inside from the bottom of his shirt and softly tracing the skin under your fingers.
Calum was quickly becoming turned on.
“Cal. This is probably the least sexual thing I could do. I’m literally just touching you, we hold hands all the time don’t we?”
Calum’s breathing slightly shifted and he whispered into your ear again.
“Yes we do. But, this movie is so boring and you’re so beautiful and you smell so good and your hand is very close to my-”
“Okay-” You interrupted his rambling. “I will move my hand but I can’t change the movie being boring.” You held back a laugh as you pulled out your hand and he stopped you.
You sat in silence for all of fifteen seconds before he started up again.
“But baby now I’m cold.”
You furrowed your brows at him.
“Cal it’s like, seventy eight degrees.”
“I know. That’s why I’m so cold.”
After a moment of listening to him complain you decided to ignore his rambling and continued watching the movie.
“Y/N.” He whispered. But you kept your eyes glued to the big screen, not bothering to pay any attention to him.
“Y/N.” He said again, only this time he added extra syllables to your name.
You felt Calum’s eyes dart down to look over your body but you stuck to your game plan.
“Baby.” He moaned into your ear softly.
Yes, he actually moaned.
You were now finding it particularly difficult to ignore him. One of his hands grabbed the small of your back and began drawing small shapes, often trailing up to play with the latches on your bra. He tried for the longest time to pretend that he was oblivious to what he was doing, more importantly how he was making you feel. He even went as far as grabbing candy with his free hand, offering you some with a cynical smile.
You arched your back into his palm and suddenly his lips found your ear.
“Relax baby.” He chuckled, “I’m just touching you. We hold hands all the time, don’t we?”
You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at him mocking you. If you had been in your right state of mind you might’ve responded with something witty.
But you weren’t.
“Cal, that’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“You touching me!” You whisper shouted.
“When you asked me to stop I did.”
Calum pulled the strap of your bra back and then let it go. It slapped against your skin softly, but you still noticed it.
“You haven’t asked me to stop baby girl.” He noted.
You started to put up a fuss even though he was right, but he turned your face and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before you even had the chance.
The kiss was nothing short of sweet to start, until you reached up behind him and pulled him closer to you, pulling on his hair in the process.
Calum let out a low animalistic growl that sent vibrations throughout your whole body, a smirk playing out on your lips.
His hands danced across your back for a moment then, went to undo your bra, you broke the kiss to stop him.
“Cal we can’t. People will notice.”
For a moment Calum just looked at you. His breathing was heavy and his lips were swollen.
He turned from to gaze over the space of the back of the truck.
“How much room do you think is in the back of this truck?” He said randomly.
“What?” You asked, obviously confused.
Calum smirked at you as his hands found your hips and gripped them firmly.
“I wanna know if it’s possible to fuck you in the back of this truck.”
His words came out raspy, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach.
This is something I actually love doing at parties. Or more likely it always seem to happen because there’s always lack of chairs and if I’m standing with a few of my friends talking they always put me down on their laps and serve me a drink haha! I think it’s very cute and cozy which is also the reason why I loved this request! So thanks to the anon for the idea x
The seats had been taken and since you knew the trip would be long you found the best solution. He was broad after all but sitting down with you on his lap made you smaller and you were able to sit and wait without the pain in your legs. The morning was early but that didn’t make the airport less filled with people desperately waiting to come home. You were tired it was obvious but you still fought the last bit until you were on the airplane. “You can just close your eyes you know.” He whispered carefully and leaned his chin on the top of your shoulder. “You didn’t get that much sleep through the night… I’ll just wake you up when we have to board.” You turned your head so your nose connected with his cheek and smiled softly. “You sure?” You asked and he nodded his head in agreement. “Just sleep princess. It’s needed.”
It was a thing you always did when partying or being at some sort of club. It was easier if the place was completely crowded. People always saw the two of you as close as possible and most of the time that included sitting on his lap. It gave away the fact that you were completely his and he didn’t have to worry about creepy guys trying to hit on you at events like this. And it wasn’t like you were the boring couple that distanced away from everyone else no you showed the affection right there with everyone. They knew you’d be ten times funnier when being together and that was the reason why they never complained. “You know you can just take some of my beer if you’d like.” He commented when noticing the glass was empty. But secretly he just didn’t want to to leave for another drink because having you right in his arms was where you belonged.
There was a lot of space on the couch it was obvious but nothing could compare to the sweet affection shown by sitting on his lap. It was like when you were cuddling, once you were in his embrace you knew nothing would ever happen or harm you. You would barely get the chance to take a seat on the available spot on the couch next to him because once you were in his reach you couldn’t get away. He would sneak his arms around your waist and pull you down to his lap in one second. It didn’t matter how much space you owned, it was the best apology to having you right where he needed it. You could be watching films or just simply talking and it would be the best thing ever. You could rest your cheek on his chest and hear his heart beating loudly, cheesy being him saying that it was only because of you. You loved it.
It wasn’t intended but with the lack of space on the couches and chairs there was no way out of it. You weren’t even supposed to be a part of the interview anyways, it was secluded in the backstage area by the arena with hungry magazine interviewers wanting to hear what was going on in their lives. You had been sick recently and just wanted to be on the bus but Ashton was encouraging and preferred for you to be in his sight all the time. He was a bit uneasy to sit on since he was a man with a lot of energy but with his arm wrapped around yours he held you carefully. He had a microphone in his hand and spoke when it was needed but at times he also made sure that you were okay. It was mostly just to check up but you appreciated it every single time, the heat from his body radiating against yours in the best way possible.
warnings: religion??, cussing, not very gentleman-ly calum, cheating
a.n: here it is! not as good(and long) as i expected it to be but i needed to upload something lollolololl…
Sundays were the worst. Yes, because of church. Yes, because of school the next day. Yes, because it was Sunday. Normally church would last like 3 hours, 4 hours maximum? No. This town went all out. This town would have church in the morning from 9:30-12:30, go home to get a good little rest, maybe a little early lunch, late brunches, and then come back to church at 4:00-7:00 for evening prayer and “fun games”. Normally some teens would skip the evening session but then they’d have to go to this praying thing on Monday to make up for the time lost on that evening, depending on how chill your parents were. Some usually still had to go. There was no escaping God in this town.
It was morning prayer and here she is again, not in any juvenile band garb but in a nice frilly sundress that was threatening the topple to the ground with how thin those spaghetti straps were. Her hair was up in a tight ponytail but multiple baby hairs managed the poke out from the tens of bobby pins jammed in her hair. Her feet was already starting to hurt from the high wedges that made her look tall and presentable and not at all a slut, at least that’s what her mother stated when she bought her the shoes. She straightened out the dress while staring at herself in the mirror, letting out an exhausted sigh. She looked to meet her own eyes and furrowed her eyebrows. What would it look like if she had a lot of makeup on? Like highlighter, bronzer, deep red lipstick? What if she looked like the gorgeous, curvy, promiscuous women that went to her school?
“Y/N!” her mom’s frilly voice yelled from the bottom of the stairs. She caught herself rolling her eyes and still continued to roll them all the way and let out another defeated sigh. She grabbed her fancy, flowery, $120 wristlet that yes, her boyfriend bought her, and journeyed her way down the mahogany steps to meet her family already dressed up in their fancy church clothes, her mother and sister fixing their necklaces in the mirror besides the door and her brother and father fixing each other’s bowties. Her eyes met her mother’s who admired, but secretly judged, her as she made her way down slowly.
A/N: Worked my butt off. I hope the anon who requested this likes this. And yeah, drop by my ask to request or just talk, about anything. I’ll go do my chemistry homework now. xD Have a great day/night!
You were exhausted. Absolutely fucking exhausted. Every inch of your body ached and how you would kill to get a good massage.
The day had been long and had worn you down to the core. You wanted nothing more than to drink a warm and relaxing cup of tea and collapse into the bed for the day. You wanted to get out of the tight jeans and the crisp white shirt whose collars made your neck feel itchy. You wanted to slip into the pair of lose grey joggers that awaited to provide your legs some comfort. You wanted tear off the white shirt and put on Calum’s rather worn out tee that you had claimed as your own before he went off on tour.
God how fucking tired you were.
And although you wanted to do so many things to just end the night and get some well deserved sleep, you were here at your best friend’s house, watching after her baby while she was out on a date night with her boyfriend.
You would have turned down your friend’s request but you knew how she and her boyfriend had been so busy after the unexpected arrival of a baby that they’d barely gotten some time to themselves. And as Calum was off on tour, you didn’t have anyone to go home to.
Babysitting this little angel wouldn’t really have been a problem if you weren’t about to fall asleep on it. But you had no idea that your boss would make you work off your butt today and ask you to travel around the city from meeting to meeting so much.
So here you were, yawning with your mouth wide open with a half asleep cranky baby in your arms, partially wishing you had said no to your friend in the morning.
Somewhere in between trying to rock the baby to sleep and fetching yourself some water, you found yourself with your phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear, the voice of your boyfriend ringing through your ears.
“Hey babe,” Calum greeted, sounding an awful lot more cheerful than you currently felt.
“Hey,” you greeted back, already feeling your shoulders relax only by his voice. A small smile tugged at your lips for the first time that day.
“You sound tired Y/N, you alright?” He asked. Apart from his voice, you could hear the other boys bickering in the background.
“Yeah,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “It’s just been a long day. Can’t wait to hit the bed.”
You heard footsteps shuffle on the other side of the line. The voice of the other boys faded in the background and you understood that Calum had probably switched rooms. “Sorry, they were being too noisy.” He said. “You’re still with Kate?”
“Yep, but Y/F/N is going to be back in like ten and then I can go sleep for the rest of my life.”
Calum chuckled in response. “To be honest, you sound as if you actually really need that.”
“It because I’m tired,” you whined, as you sat down on the couch, little Kate right beside you. “Anyway, excited for the show? Speaking of which, aren’t you supposed to be on stage right about now?”
“Just wanted to hear your voice before I did,” he said and you could only imagine him with that satisfied smirk of his.
You chuckled at his cheesiness,”Shut up, Calum. Now go rock the stage! I can’t wait to see the concert pictures.”
“Alright, alright. You get some sleep. I love you, okay?”
“I love you, too.”
As soon as your friend returned you handed over the baby to her, collected your things, pecked your friend on her cheek, bid the little family goodbye and got the hell out of there.
As you opened the door of your car, a loud, long yawn escaped your lips. All you could think of was the cold touch of the bed’s duvet when you would finally climb into your bed changed out of your work clothes.
“Fuck this shit,” you muttered as the car behind you honked yet again. You were stuck in traffic for nearly half an hour now and you couldn’t be closer to losing it. When the car behind you honked again, you turned around, poked your head out of the window and scowled at the driver.
Popping your head back inside, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down. When you opened your eyes again, the red lights were turning green and you heaved a sigh of relief.
You restarted your car as the ones in front of you surged forward. As your feet pressed down on the accelerator your heart was rejoicing. A step closer to home sweet home.
As soon as you’d moved forward, another car sped in from the left side. It hit the car beside you, crashed straight into its side. The loud thunk of metal clanging against metal rang in your ears and your eyes widened as the car that was hit spun into yours. The glass of the window shattered, the shards piercing through your skin. But the pain felt like a haze as the entire car shook, quaking everything inside of you as you hit the curb.
Your heart wasn’t as joyous anymore. It felt heavy, as if everything was collapsing on it. And as chaos broke around you, your breaths became shorter and the world turned darker- bit by bit until the black engulfed your vision.
Calum ran backstage, the screams of the fans still echoing through the stadium. His hands still shook from the adrenaline. He kept his bass by the boxes with Luke and Michael’s guitars and headed off towards the dressing room where the other three had already gone. Calum was pretty satisfied with today’s show. He felt like it had been great. The fans seemed to have the time of their lives too.
When Calum walked into the room, he saw that everyone had a grim face. Luke was frantically running his fingers through hi hair while Michael and Ashton tried to figure what information their tour manager was getting over the phone.
“What’s wrong guys? Why do you all look so worried?” He questioned, grabbing the bottle of water by the dresser.
Nobody had seen the MaorI boy walk in, and when they turned to see him, they all turned a shade paler.
“Guys,” Calum repeated, voice turning cautious he saw the looks on everyone’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“Calum…” Ashton began. “Calum, Y/N…”
Hearing your name already had Calum panicking. His heart raced and his eyes widened, body turning warm with panic in the worst way.
“Y/N what, Ashton?”
Nobody could bring themselves to say anything. Silence reigned over the room, and the commotion from the stadium buzzed through the room like a low hum.
“Y/N what, Ashton?” Calum roared this time.
Their tour manager, Jeff, was finally off the phone, stepping in front of him. “Y/N is in the hospital. She got into an accident and is still unconscious.”
It was like the entire world collapsed on his shoulders. The room around him spun and tears blurred his vision. His breaths grew sharper as he waited for someone around him to deny what had just been said. But no one said a word.
Michael cautiously approached Calum, hands reaching out to steady him. “Dude, you alright?”
Calum nodded, roughly pushing off his friend’s hand. He turned to the manager. “When did you find out?”
“About ten minu-”
“Ten fucking minutes and you tell me now?” He yelled, the vein on his neck popping into prominence.
“You were on stage, and you were about to come off so I just waited,” Jeff explained.
“You waited? Why the hell would you wait? My girlfriend is in the hospital! Do you even understand?” Calum was screaming at the top of his lungs. Anger, anxiety, paranoia and sadness gushing through his veins all at the same time.
“I need tickets back to the city,” he said, turning away from the manager to look around for his phone.
“Jeff, get us all tickets now. The fans will understand.” Luke said, cutting off further arguments.
Calum was on the way to the hospital as soon as they had reached the airport. He didn’t wait for his luggage, couldn’t give two shits about it as he pushed through the crowds to get into the cab he’d booked.
As Calum stepped into the hospital, the glass doors parting automatically for him, the smell of iodoform and antiseptic filled his senses. His heart felt like it was in his throat and he was sure he was about to puke, He felt terrified. He feared the absolute worst. But he couldn’t even begin to fathom what it would be like to lose the love of his life. No, no. He couldn’t think about this.
He stopped right in front of the reception desk. “Y/N Y/L/N, please.” He infromed the lady.
“I’m sorry, sir, but only family is allowed.”
Calum scowled. “Cut the shit, please. I’m her fucking boyfriend.”
“Sir, this is a strict policy-”
“I don’t give a fuck about your policy. I just need to see my girlfriend! Why is that so hard for you to understand?” He said through gritted teeth.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Luke pulled him away from the reception desk while Ashton did the talking.
“I just… I need to see her, Luke.” Calum confessed, his voice quivering with emotion.
His tall blonde friend, pulled him into a tight hug. He let Calum cry silently into his neck, tears flowing down his pale skin.
“Calum, I called Y/F/N. She’s in the room with Y/N. She’s coming down right now.” Michael said, giving the Maori boy a soft, encouraging smile.
Through the constant buzz of the crowd in the hospital, Y/F/N came running down. When her eyes fell on Calum, she hurried towards him, engulfing him in a hug. “Thank god, you’re here. She’s upstairs. She’s stable.”
Without paying any heed to whatever the receptionist was saying, the boys followed Y/F/N.
The first thing you heard as you slipped in and out of consciousness was the steady beep of the heart rate monitor. When you were slightly more anchored, you heard Michael’s voice. “No, no. No she’s alright. Yeah, Mrs. Y/LN, we’ll keep you updated. Calum’s right here. He fell asleep. He’s pretty shaken. Yes. Got it. 5 am.”
You slowly opened your eyes, your pupils taking time to adjust to the bright light. Your throat felt drier than the desert and you ached for a sip of water. As you turned your head to the left to check for a glass of water, you could see a head with black hair resting by your pillow.
You smiled, emotions tugging at your heart as you lifted your hand to see if he was really there. Your palm met his soft, black curls- a delusional hum of content left the asleep boy’s lips.
“Looks like you’re up,” Ashton’s face popped into view.
“You guys are actually here,” you croaked out.
Luke and Michael leaned over the other side with Y/F/N. “Alive and in flesh,” Luke said.
You managed to cough out a laugh. Beneath your touch, Calum stirred, slowly rising. A yawn left his lips and his eyes widened when he saw you were up
You smiled. “Hi, there love. You’re back early.”
Tears pooled in Calum’s eyes. “Baby,” he whimpered. In a second his arms were around you, face buried in the crook of your neck.
‘Woah, easy tiger.” You winced at the sudden pressure.
Calum immediately unwrapped himself from you. “Shit, fuck, sorry.”
The others cleared the room, Ashton muttering something about “giving them some time to themselves” as he led the others outside. You shifted, patting the side of the bed, inviting him to join you.
When Calum shook his head no you pouted. “Why not? I just want some cuddles.”
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he said, shaking his had again.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re hurting me by refusing a cuddle, get your hot ass on the bed.”
Calum laughed as he got up, lifting your blanket up to settle in beside you. “Only you, Y/N. Only you.”
He lay on his side, an arm underneath your head as his eyes decided to run all over your face. His other hand was in your hair, often slipping down to your face to caress your cheek. You leaned into the familiar touch of his calloused fingers, humming in contentment.
He didn’t rush you when you told him what had happened and choked on your words. He wiped the tears off your face with his thumbs and held his own back. Kisses were shared, reassurances exchanged. Throughout the night he held onto you, afraid you were going to slip away. You held right on back, not even beginning to grasp what it would currently feel like if the roles were switched.
“I was so afraid I would lose you,” he mumbled into your hair. “I never want to feel like that again. I was losing my fucking mind, Y/N.”
“I’m still here, aren’t I? I won’t ever leave you, even when you want me to.” You mumbled into his chest, your fingers tracing the tattoo on his bicep.
“I wouldn’t want you to leave me,” he said immediately.
“I’m just saying. I love you too much.”
“I love you way too much too,” he said. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then made his way to your nose, cheeks, every inch of your face before finally pecking your lips, his soft pink ones brushing against yours.
He smiled into the kiss when he heard you let out a soft giggle.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine life without that sweet sound. He couldn’t imagine a life without you.
“Y/N, you’ve got about five seconds to put down that water gun or we’re gonna have a big problem.”
Luke stood in his spot across from y/n calmly with his arms crossed over his chest. She, however was still bouncing around on the couch like a crack addict who’d just had a fix.
Just moments before this, he was sitting on his bed half way to sleep. Now, he was trying to calm down the crazy acting girl jumping on their couch; how he manage to get himself into such an insane situation in a matter of minutes?
A/N: Fun fact! This is my first time writing smut so my apologies if this totally sucks. I also want to say i’m sorry that I didn’t upload a story on Saturday. I had Halloween parties all weekend and honestly I was just avoiding the smut. But, now i’m back and all is well. So yea,
Hope you enjoy :-)
The monitor illuminated his face with a faint blue light. The blinking cursor was almost taunting him. Calum watching the line flash on his screen with his tired eyes. He sat back in his squeaky office chair and stared up at the dim fluorescent lights. Calum decided the ceiling tiles weren’t much more interesting that the computer screen. He spun around in his chair taking in his cramped cubicle. He dreaded these four small walls. He had tried his best to personalize his area with pictures, posters, even a silly object here and there but it underneath it still remained dull and gray. The sound of typing keys filled the office, which Calum usually blocked out, was now deafening. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to keep his sanity. A glance at the clock in the bottom of his desktop showed him that there was only one hour left. He could make it. Calum decided a little conversation might prevent him from going crazy. He stood up leaned over the small wall that separated him and his friend, Michael.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Calum inquired.
“Uh, not much,” Michael replied, glancing at Calum then right back to his desktop with his nose nearing touching the screen.
“What are you even doing?” Calum pondered, leaning over to glance at Michael’s computer.
“Check this out,” Michael turned the monitor toward his friend “It’s the new secretary, Blair. Damn, I’d like to take her out sometime, and by take her out I mean-”
Calum held his hand up to stop Michael from continuing his sentence. “Yea, I know what you mean.” He chuckled lightly. “She not really my type though.”
Michael looked at him astonishingly. “Not your type? Cal, since when is any girl not your type?”
Calum shrugged “I don’t know man, I’m just not into her like that”. Just as he said this Y/N, his boss, left her office and headed to the break room.
Michael followed his gaze towards the woman “Oh, I get it. You’ve got a thing for the boss!” he exclaimed
Calum quickly shushed Michael so that no one would over hear. “Dude shut up, I don’t. I just think shes really hot.”
“I mean you’re not wrong. I saw her in that tight skirt today and I swear, she’s not wearing any underwear” Michael winked
“I bet I can find out” Calum said cockily.
“No way” Michael said, turning his head back to his screen.
“Yes way, fifty bucks says i’ll even find out what color it is” He challenged.
Michael looked at him skeptically “How are you planning on doing that, exactly?”
Calum laughed “that’s for me to know and you to find out” then Calum grabbed some papers of his desk and walked out of his small working space.He walked towards Y/N’s office, beaming with confidence.
He knocked on her door and waited a few moments before a stunning Y/N appeared before him. Michael was right, her skirt was tight and from Calum’s height he could see perfectly down her white button up shirt. Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.
“Mr. Hood, do you need something?” Y/N asked, slightly impatient.
“Yes ma’am, I just wanted to give you this week’s report files” He said as he gestured towards the papers.
“Oh, yes, right. You can just put those on my desk please.” Y/N stood back and opened the door wider so that he could come into her office.
Calum walked in, placed the papers on Y/N’s desk, then turned around and leaned against it so that he was now facing her “Y/N, I think we both know why i’m here”
Y/N looked confused at him “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean”
He sighed and pushed off of the wooden surface and began to walk towards her. Once he was right in front of her he reached behind her, shutting and locking the door. “I know you want me.”
Y/N looked at Calum as if he had two heads “excuse me, this is highly inappropriate”
He smirked “The way I think about you is highly inappropriate” he said as he reached around her waist and pull her so close that their chests were touching.
She furrowed her eyebrows at the tall man “Are flirting with me right now, Mr. Hood?”
“Maybe I am flirting with you, what are you gonna do about it?”
When Y/N did nothing, Calum grabbed the back of her head, bringing their lips together in a passionate yet messy kiss.
The two pulled away, both breathing heavily. Y/N’s eyes were wide with shock but also lust.
She always found Calum attractive but she knew that she could never act upon her feelings. If Calum and Y/N were to ever initiate a relationship or else they both would be immediately terminated and she really couldn’t afford that. She was after all the head of her division.
Calum couldn’t help himself at this point. His member was already beginning to harden in his trousers due to their close proximity and the effect her lips had on him. “You make me so hot Y/N. God, I need you now”
She bit her lip, pondering whether the risk was worth the reward. “Mr. Hood, I don’t think this is a good idea” she said trying to keep things professional.
“Y/N” Calum spoke while rubbing circles in her back “I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not paying attention. I know you want me as much as I want you. Don’t lie to yourself. Come on, I can treat you right”
That was all she needed. She closed the space between their lips. Calum heard her moan into the kiss and it drove him crazy. She drove him crazy.
He lightly pulled her with him to her desk. When they reached the wooden surface. Calum turned around swiped his hand across the top of the desk pushing all the materials onto the carpeted floor. He spun back to face Y/N, grabbing her waist and placed her onto the desk before returning back to the kiss. “Mr. Hood!” she exclaimed in anger “that stuff is expensive”
“No offense but, I honestly don’t give a fuck” Calum moved his lips to the corner of her mouth and began to trail kisses down to her neck, trying to find her sweet spot. He bit her skin softly then using his tongue to soothe the slight sting. When he heard her moan he felt his manhood twitch. Calum grabbed Y/N’s backside to pull her closer so he could grind into her clothed core. She gripped the back of his previously unwrinkled shirt so tight her knuckles were white.
He slipped his cool hands under her blouse making her shiver under his touch. She removed her hands from his back, ripping off his tie and making quick work of his shirt buttons. Once she had finished the task she hastily pushed the material off of his his shoulders. She then hopped off of her desk and started leaving kisses on Calum’s neck, leading down to the waistband of his pants. Y/N undid his belt and pulled down his slacks just enough enough to see him fully.
She licked her lips at the sight of him. Y/N took Calum’s girth in her hand and began to pump him slowly to tease him.
“Come on, Y/N” Calum groaned in frustration.
“Good things come to those who wait” she replied as she kissed the tip of his cock before she began to suck his head, teasing him a bit.
Calum moaned at the feeling of her lips wrapped around him “but the best things come to those who go and get them” he grunted. He tangled his finger in her hair and pushed all of himself into her mouth, causing her to choke slightly.
Y/N tried her best to suppress her gag reflex and steady her breathing. She began to bob her head as his member repeatedly hit the back of her throat, making her eyes tear up.
Suddenly, Calum pulled her off of him and roughly stood her up. He held a tight grip on her jaw as he brought their mouths together momentarily in a clash of teeth and tongues, before spinning her around and bending her over her own desk. He pulled up Y/N’s short pencil skirt to expose her barely there, pale pink, lace panties.
“Goddamn” Calum mumbled under his breath. He kneaded her ass with his large palms, squeezing the flesh which was beginning to redden. Y/N moaned softly when Calum trailed his hands from her ass to her moist core. He pushed the lace aside and and swiped his finger across her slit, collecting her juices onto the tips of his fingers. Y/N moaned at the feeling.
“You like that, princess?” he asks as he slid the thin fabric down her legs and casually shoved them into his pants pocket. He slowly pushed his digits into her glistening hole which made more soft moans leave her lips.
“You’re so tight baby. Can’t wait to fill you up with my hard cock” Calum spoke. He pumped himself a few times before pushing inside of her before beginning to move at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Calum, faster please” Y/N groaned.
“That’s Mr. Hood to you, sweetheart” with that he started pounding into her brutally. He gripped her hips so tight there would surely be bruises. Y/N moaned loudly but Calum quickly slapped his hand over her open mouth.
Calum leaned in, close to her face “Gotta be quiet princess. We wouldn’t anyone to hear, now would we?” he whispered into her ear.
Y/N shook her head, hardly able to comprehend what he was saying due to the movements of his hips. He removed his hand from her mouth and returned it to her hips. She whimpered softly and biting her lip, trying to make as little noise as possible.
He then pulled her up so her back was against his chest. He could now feel her glistening skin slide alongside his own. Calum wrapped one arm around her waist and the other playing with her nipples as he rammed into her mercilessly.
Y/N could now feel a knot in her stomach starting to form as Calum repeatedly her g-spot. Her hands soon found Calum’s and she gripped on as if she would float away.
Calum could feel Y/N tightening around him and knew she was close. He reached down and rubbed fast and sloppy circles onto her clit.
“I-I’m close” Y/N whimpered and leaned her head onto calum’s chest.
“I know, let go baby” Calum whispered to her.
With that que she felt the tightness in her gut finally snap. Her vision went white. Calum watched as her eyes fluttered and her mouth fell into a perfect ‘O’ shape.
Calum thrusted into her a few more times before releasing himself. The two milked their highs for as long as possible.
He pulled out of Y/N, which awoke her from her blissful state. She cleared her throat and started to pick up her clothes.
The tall, tan man chuckled at the woman. “Someone’s in a hurry”
Y/N looked at him astonishingly “Calum, what we did was wrong. Because of this slip up, we could lose our jobs. More importantly, I could lose my job!” She exclaimed as she smoothed her wrinkled top.
Calum rolled his eyes but still had a smirk planted on his face. He also picked up his clothes and began dressing himself. Once done, he walked towards the door. Before he twisted the knob he turned around to face Y/N who was busying herself by organizing her desk, which he had rudely ruined in the heat of the moment.
“Oh by the way” Y/N popped her head up to look at the talking man “nice ass” Calum chuckled before exiting the office.
He strode back to his small dull cubicle and sat down in his squeaky office chair. When he sat though he felt something in his pocket. Then he remembered.
“Hey, Michael” Calum said as he leaned onto the wall that separated the two work spaces.
“What” Michael replied as he looked up from his paperwork.
“Pink” Calum simply said.
When Michael gave him a confused look Calum threw the balled up lace panties from his fist, right onto his friend face.
Realization hit Michael as he groaned and pulled out his wallet.
Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?
Word Count: 3k+
A/N: let’s reach for 100, as usual! i really hope you guys enjoy this part as well (bc i kinda really like this part). im so happy to write this series and it makes me happy that ya’ll totally encourage me on it!!
luke is the kind of guy who takes you out to dinner to propose to you but he opens the fucking box upside down and it falls to the ground and he has to crawl around in a fancy restaurant to find some ring while you sit there like ???????
the wall of the hufflepuff common room was cold against your
back, but michael’s arms wrapped around your body were warm. his palms were soft
on your waist, sliding under your shirt and stroking the skin with his thumbs. but
as good as his touch felt, it couldn’t compare to his kisses. they were intoxicating. sliding from your mouth,
over your jaw and down to your neck, leaving wet trails behind. his teeth sinking
into the soft flesh of your neck, sucking and biting, making sure to leave a
mark. his hand was covering your mouth, making sure no sounds came out, even
though he would enjoy nothing more than to hear the sweet moans escaping your
throat. he couldn’t care less, but you didn’t want anyone to know; he wasn’t
supposed to be here, slytherins were not allowed in the hufflepuff house, but
then again, who was he to respect the rules and who were you to resist the hot
whispers into your ear about what a bad kitten you have been and how he needed
you right this moment. pulling away from him was the hardest thing you had to
do, but everyone was already at breakfast and you didn’t want to seem
suspicious. walking down the hall with his hand in yours seemed like the most
natural thing ever, that is until you reached the great hall where a few people
turned their heads to look at you. some slytherins smirked at the two of you,
but your fellow hufflepuffs were just as disappointed as usual when they saw
you hand in hand with michael. and then he did the thing he knew annoyed you
and all the others most; bent down and kissed the life out of you, making sure
to bite hard down on your lip, getting a gasp out of you, and then proceeding
to wink and plop down to his table, leaving you breathless and ready to
confront some judging glances. but it was all worth it in the end.