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.
“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.
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?”
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.
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.