runaways ; preview

Drapetomania ; noun

an overwhelming urge to run away 


The harsh wind stung my pale face. My legs were tired, not wanting to continue, but I knew in my gut, that it was the right thing to do. Four towns passed, four more to go, until I reached my sweet escape. I could almost feel the release.

The early 3:45 morning air invaded my nostrils. The smell of cigarette smoke and rain combined set the mood of the street, glimmered with the street lights accompanying the sidewalk.

The buildings and towers, filled with sleeping people with families who accepted them was in a clear view a bead of me, another building, clearly used for business next to it. Streetlights soon appeared ahead of me, an oncoming taxi in full view. The car whizzed by, soaking my feet with the rain left in puddles.

My music blasted through my earbuds, clearly loud enough to hear, but nobody being out at this ungodly hour would have to hear my playlist. My breathes were seen as clouds appeared each time I exhaled.

I look down at my hands, fiddling with my fingers, as the smell of cigarette smoke became more and more present.

Suddenly, my body rammed into something, though since I was knocked down, I couldn’t immediately tell what exactly it was.

“ I’m sorry ” a tall male said, reaching his toned arm out to help me up.

I denied his offer, pushing myself back up. I looked at his features that accompanied his face, god, he was attractive.

His black hair, pressed against his forehead, his brown eyes, and chapped lips made him so ruggedly handsome. I snapped out of his trance when he asked if I was okay.

“ God, was I staring ” I thought.

“ Yes, I-I’m fine ” I said, looking down at my feet, embarrassed, noticing a cigarette in his right hand.

“ You sure ” his voice, hinted with some kind of accent, but I couldn’t figure out exactly what type it was.

“ Yeah ” I said, reassuring him.

I glanced back up and met his gaze. His fingers came back up to his mouth, taking a puff of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out almost instantly, filling his veins with the vapor.

He was mesmerizing.

“ Name’s Calum ” he spoke.

“ Hi, I’m Roslyn ” I said, tucking a small piece of hair behind my ear.

“ What are you doing out here so early ” he asked, fixing his eyes on my figure.

“ If only you knew ” my mind spoke.

“ Just needed some - ” I said, “ Fresh air. ”

He smiled, looking at me, as he took another hit of his cig. My eyes then snapped when a bus appeared.

It stopped right in front of us.

“ Wanna come ” he asked, smirk still evident on his face.

“ Why not ” I replied, following his lead onto the city metro bus.


a/n : okaY so you guys are probably like, “ Katie, what the actual fuck is this? “ Well, basically I was watching this 5sos interview, and they were talking about Invisible, and Ashton talked about the meaning behind the song, and theN my mind started thinking things, and I thought of a v v interesting and good(?) concept and I then started thinking about writing a fanfiction, and so I wrote this and I’m kinda in love with it already lmao :) so please give me feedback, I would really, really appreciate it. Also, this is my first tumblr fanfiction, I’ve written other fanfics, but this one is going to be posted to tumblr, and only tumblr :)

hope you like it :)

kt x

Close As Strangers 4

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Luke’s POV

The weekend after that phone call with Y/N was a weekend off for the boys and I, and decided I would fly home to confront my relationship with her. I couldn’t let it end that way. The boys decided they’d just party it up near the next venue that we were playing it, and wanted me to keep them updated on things once I got there. With black sunglasses and my black leather jacket, I sat in the back of a taxi frantically texting Y/N telling her I was back home, and that we needed to talk. My phone was saying the messages were delivered but I didn’t know if she turned off her read receipts or if she really wasn’t getting the messages. My heart beat quickened as I approached our apartment and practically ran out of the taxi carrying my duffle bag and pushed the button many times to get up to my floor as fast as I could.

I tried calling her phone upon coming to our door, and my fingers shook and fumbled with my keys. I slammed the door opened and looked all throughout the apartment, calling out her name.

“Y/N! Y/N! Oh my god please still be here…” But she wasn’t. Our furniture, pictures, kitchen appliances, and nic nacs were still in tact, but all of her clothes, beauty things, and other necessities were gone, and the place was still spotless. It was earily quiet, and the heaviness of the room weighed in on my chest as I sank down to my knees. In front of my face I saw a piece of paper, and quickly scooted closer to grab it. It was Y/N’s handwriting, I could spot it a mile away.

Luke, if you’re reading this then that means you’ve realized I’ve left you. Things haven’t been going well for us for a long time, ever since you left actually. It’s been getting harder and harder to stay away from you, and I was beginning to think we were only wasting time. But I just want you know, I never was unfaithful to you. When Andrew came over and told me he loved me, I realized that day that I will always want you no matter who comes into my life. You never let me finish that explanation and then you told me about Arzaylea. I just hope you guys have a good relationship going for you, and I only wish you happiness and success with your band. Tell the boys I miss them. And I miss you, so much. I’ll always love you Luke, but we have to move on. Now it just feels like you’re a stranger. Goodbye Luke.

I crumpled up the paper in my hand as the tears welled up in my eyes. I soft sob came out of my lips, and I threw the paper in the trashcan, only for my eyes to be stopped by something else again. Something that made my heart stop, seriously.

It was a white and pink stick sticking out of the trash can, with two lines etched into it. My arm, without even hesitating, slowly went to pick it up and look at it closer to see if this thing was even real. My chest sank bringing it closer to my eyes and seeing the positive lines. She was pregnant.

My body was feeling so many emotions at this point that I didn’t know what to think; I didn’t know what was true and what was false. Y/N said she wasn’t unfaithful to me, but my mind was going in all different directions and the first thought that popped up in my head was her sleeping with Andrew. And that she was pregnant with his kid. In the back of another taxi, I was huffing and puffing still trying to desperately get a hold of my girl, but still nothing. I was on the way to Andrew’s place since that was the only place I was sure Y/N was. Her parents didn’t live close enough to us and she didn’t trust her other friends the way she trusted Andrew. I’ve driven her there enough times before to remember where he lived.

Once I got to his house I banged onto the door as hard as I could multiple times, the anger coming out in me. I was scared that if I didn’t calm down, I’d do something detremental, and wouldn’t forgive myself if I did. Andrew opened the door first with an annoyed face but once he saw me his face went pale and his eyes wide. I grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall behind him. He started breathing rapidly and his muscles tensed.

“Who the hell do you think you are coming into my apartment, telling my girlfriend you love her, then getting her pregnant! That’s low man! I trusted you! I trusted you to take care of my girlfriend and be her best friend while I was away, not to try and move in on her all of a sudden!”

“Luke!” That voice. That heavenly, beautiful voice, even though she was yelling. Her small figure emerged from his kitchen, pulling off yellow gloves, the ones you use to wash dishes. She chucked them onto the counter and rushed to pull me off of Andrew.

“Don’t hurt him! He didn’t do anything for you to be angry with him!” My body softened at her finally being in front of me, trying to calm down my anger behavior. She seemed slightly frightened by me, but still tried to have confidence as she yelled at me. She sighed, and faced Andrew.

“Give us some time to talk.” She turned to look back at me for a second, then at the ground. “Please.” Andrew gave me a deadly look before rubbing Y/N’s arms then walking out of the living room slowly. Without looking at me, she started walking over towards his couches and sat down still staring at her feet. Her fingers on her temples, and mine rubbing my chin as I sat down next to her.

“How’d you find out…”

“I read your stupid note that about made me lose my mind. And when I threw it away, I saw test. Just tell me Y/N, are you really pregnant?” I heard her sniffle and her hands made their way to her eyes trying to stop the tears from dripping. I could only take that response as a yes.

“Well, Andrew’s a lucky-“

“It’s not Andrew!” she screamed looking up in my eyes finally. I gulped and felt my lungs tightened before I could utter a response.

“T-Then…” she nodded, only causing her to cry harder and this time she didn’t care about letting me see her walls break. This was the saddest I’ve ever seen her. She was broken, confused, terrified, every bad emotion put into one person, and I only wish I could take all of that away from her, but this was the only thing I couldn’t help her with physically.

“B-But…how, I mean it’s been so long since…”

“Luke it hasn’t been that long. I didn’t want to tell you but…the day after you left for tour I was feeling really sick and really down. That’s part of the reason why I didn’t go out a lot. I was throwing up for days and didn’t eat because nothing looked appetizing to me, it all made me sick. And my moods had been changing. One second I’d be so happy then the next I’d start crying into my dinner. I’m guessing that’s why I was so mean to you sometimes. I was just too scared to test out the possibility of being pregnant so I waited until I knew for sure. Then, my period didn’t come, and I just had to finally test out the theory.” She grabbed my hand and placed it on her growing tummy. She was showing yet, but I could already feel something different, something I’d give my whole life to.

I smiled and rubbed her belly, and she giggled at my touch, before having a straight face again.

“Luke, I don’t expect you to be a huge part of this baby’s life…and mine. I know you got Arzaylea and I know for a fact she isn’t going to be happy about this so, just take care of her and I can take care of this baby.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I want this baby more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I can’t wait to deal with your mood changes and food cravings. To take care of you when you’re feeling sick and going shopping with you for baby goodies. Y/N…let me be a part of this journey. You can even come on tour with me. I don’t want to miss a single second of this any further.”

“But Arzaylea, you guys are together now I can’t pull you away from that.”

“Y/N I was lying. I only said I loved her because I thought you loved Andrew. It was my way of coping with pain but I know now that wasn’t the way to do it. I’m so sorry Y/N, please let me be a part of your life again, and our little munchin.”

Her hand fell on top of mine on her stomach and began rubbing circles on her smooth skin. I could tell she was thinking hard about this decision. This wasn’t just a makeup or breakup thing anymore, this was about bringing in another human being together and being responsible adults.

“I know this decision is going to be hard for you, but I love you so much, and now, I love this little baby more than I ever knew I could love anything. You don’t have to forgive me right now, but let me be in my childs life.” She looked up at me with hopefuly eyes, and her lips soon fell on mine. I was shocked, I didn’t expect her to even want me anymore since Andrew has been the one doing my part since tour started. But I wasn’t going to complain, so I picked up her face in hands and deepened our kiss, giving her all the love and passion I had inside of me that I couldn’t and wouldn’t give to anyone else. She smiled as I kissed her, and I pulled away staring into her gorgeous hazel eyes that I missed so much.

“Come on tour with me, we’ll leave tomorrow babe. The boys are going to be so happy that they’re going to be uncles.” She smiled big and nodded, giving me a sigh of relief. I was going to be a father, and I got my girl back. Life just couldn’t get better.


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Anybody else wonder who got Michael so fucked up to the point he feels the need to scream “wrapped around your mother fucking finger” instead of singing it normally?¿


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Malum at Cleveland meet & greet and MALUM KICK ME IN THE FACE K THANKS X

Shameless - CALUM SMUT

there has been a ton of requests for this sort of thing and i got inspired. basically this is pure nsfw smut plz read with caution.


“This is a bad idea.” Calum swallowed thickly as he adjusted his tight jeans.

“You are not backing out now.” You grinned, holding the small remote in your hand and adjusting the settings fast in an attempt to sway him.

Calum lurched forward, his mouth wide as he moaned freely; completely at your disposal as you toyed with the settings of the remote control vibrating anal beads currently in him. You squealed as he lunged for the other remote on the dresser - the one that controlled your own vibrating underwear - quickly getting his revenge and swivelling the dial to the highest setting.

“Godammit.” Calum choked out, almost on his knees with how good the vibrations felt pulsing through his prostate.

“Calum I’m in my dress turn it off!” You squeaked, desperate not to cum in the original Yves Saint Laurent before you’ve even stepped out the house.

You were both meant to be preparing for the AMAs, walking the red carpet in just under two hours. But the scandalous idea had hit you when playing with your own full size vibrator one night, astounded by the purrs from your boyfriend as you experimentally ran the toy up and down his cock. The revelation spiralled and ended up with both of you daring the other to wear remote controlled vibration devices at the next public appearance you both attended.

And that had landed you in this situation today. You didn’t let your gaze stray from the panting boy as he plucked the small remote from your hands and turned his anal toy off, then turning yours off.

“Jesus, we’re never going to last the whole night.” You panted, propping yourself up by your elbows on your kingsize bed.

“Speak for yourself.” Calum said confidently, giggling at you.

You rolled your eyes and stood up on weak legs, lightly hitting his arm. You moved to the full length mirror in the corner of your shared room, smoothing out your dress and checking your makeup in the glass.

“We need to get going.” You spoke as you received a text from your Uber driver.

He would take you to the rest of the boys and their respective dates, and then you would all arrive at the red carpet together.

“Don’t forget this.” Calum handed you his remote, winking deviously before switching your vibrations on for a split second and cackling as he left the room, closely followed by you.

The car ride was uneventful, neither of you working the other up too much in front of your friends. They’d all caught you in compromising positions anyway, it was far more fun to build the sexual tension and watch Calum twitch as you ran your fingers along the remote in the pocket of your dress.

“Ready?” Calum laid his large hand on your thigh as you neared the venue, the car buzzing with excitement.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Shivers ran down your spine as the door of the car slid open, your vision faced with an onslaught of flashing lights and ears deafened by high-pitched screams from the crowd.

Neither of you dared to make the first move as paparazzi clamoured around you. One picture is worth a thousand words and both of you had boundaries. Your jealous nature meant you didn’t want Calum’s orgasm immortalised and shared around countless magazines and websites, and you were sure the feeling was mutual. However as the less intense interviews started, so did the fun.

You had been singled out by MTV, asking you who you were wearing and which acts you were excited to see later on that night. The interview was going well until you flinched at the all too familiar feeling of vibrations from your underwear. You glanced over at Calum, who was beaming at you, his hand in his pocket as he discreetly fiddled with the speed, switching from lowly vibrating to the bullets’ fastest setting. You felt your cheeks get hot as you tried to control your breathing and stay upright in your heels as your legs quaked.

You were overcome with relief as the interview finally came to a close and you could return Calum’s little favour. You caught his eye from across the bustling carpet and shook your head, a sly smirk decorating your face as you slowly turned on his toy. You watched hungrily as Calum’s entire body tightened, only making the sensations stronger for him. He narrowed his eyes at you before having to answer a question the bright-eyed female reporter addressed to him. Even from a few meters away you could tell he was struggling to keep his voice from cracking. But before your head got too big Calum flicked his own remote again, bowing his head and chuckling as you almost had to lean against a barricade to keep yourself standing. You had nearly given up trying to hide your inevitable orgasm; you were fighting to keep your eyes open and your mouth closed as the harsh vibrations wracked your body. You turned Calum’s toy off in surrender but he didn’t return the gesture. Your breath was hitching and before you could moan the incessant trembling in your soaked underwear ceased. You let out a whimper which was easily drowned by the non-stop shouting from fans and would have collapsed if not for Calum’s impeccable timing. His arm wrapped securely around your waist, giving your weak legs a break and allowing your body to stay standing. He kissed your cheek as you were heckled for more photos, but guided you both indoors, courteously waving at the electric crowd.

“God…” You laughed as you tried to collect your fuzzy thoughts.

Calum had led you both to a quiet corner and you propped yourself up against a wall, your breathing pattern slowly returning to normal.

“You okay?” Calum asked, the look on his face telling you he was wrecked from the teasing too.

You giggled again and held your head in your hands, “We need to get seated.” You exhaled loudly and took a ginger step forward, testing the strength of your legs.

You walked in front of Calum and jumped as he slapped your ass, whispering, “I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard during those performances.” As he took your arm, ignoring your jaw going slack at the thought.

Once you had found the other boys and their dates, you had almost forgotten about the secret you both were keeping. As the musical performances started you both couldn’t help but cheer along with the roaring crowd and get completely distracted by the acts. However, as the awards started getting announced, you both got fidgety. Teasing each other for so long without a release just had you itching to get the other alone. But you were restricted to your seats as the award 5SOS were nominated for was finally announced. You gave Calum’s hand a squeeze and held your breath as the presenters waited for the end of a tension-filled drum roll that felt like it would lasted forever.

“And the winner is… 5 Seconds Of Summer!”

Calum leapt up, quickly joined by his overjoyed bandmates and you. Calum was greeted by high-fives and handshakes from the surrounding crowd and a gigantic hug you engulfed him in. As the supportive cheering died down it was time for the boys to collect their award on stage but Calum quickly hugged you tight again. You tried to draw away after a few seconds but he held you firm, you stiffened as he whispered in your ear.

“Don’t you dare play games with me whilst I’m up there.”

You didn’t reply, too stunned from their win and his threatening tone to think of a sassy comeback. Calum kissed your cheek gently and left your side to join his friends and the presenters on stage.

You sat back in your seat, tossing the small remote in your pocket and pondering whether or not you should comply to Calum’s demand. As the microphone was handed to Calum you mentally exclaimed ‘Fuck it.’ and twisted the dial which switched on Calum’s toy.

You bit back a laugh as Calum’s words became choked and short and his heavy breathing was audible through the mic. He was chewing the inside of his cheek and his hands were shaking, and on the big screen you were sure you could see a layer of sweat beginning to form on his flushed face. To the audience it would seem as if he was just nervous or excited but if he stayed up there longer than a few minutes you both knew it would suddenly become a very different televised event. You watched eagerly as Calum handed the microphone over to Ashton and reached his hand into his jean pocket, deftly returning the vibrations in full force. You bit back a squeal and squirmed in your seat, the highest setting making you giggle uncontrollably as you knew Calum was definitely angry at you for potentially embarrassing him. The people next to you gave you smiles, innocently thinking you were just overjoyed for your boyfriend and his band, little did they know. Your stomach was in knots and your toes were curling against the soles of your shoes, you were sure you were about to explode from all the edging that Calum had put you through tonight. In the meantime Calum was sweating next to his peers, praying that his boner was concealed by his long shirt and that the boys would get ushered off the brightly lit stage soon. He slapped a hand on Luke’s shoulder, to others it would seem congratulatory, but truthfully it was because he wasn’t sure how much longer his legs would hold up against the assault of the vibrating toy.

As soon as the presenter ushered them offstage Calum was rushing back to your side, glaring at you and gritting his teeth to hold off from cumming in his jeans. He grabbed your hand and took the remote from you, switching his toy off. You couldn’t put up a fight even if you wanted to, at this point you were trying - and failing - to steady your breathing and your hands were brutally digging into the arm of your chair. You were close and Calum knew it. He took out the remote control for your underwear and held it on his thigh where you but no-one else could see it. He watched you closely, examining your breath and the scrunching of your eyes.

He was waiting.

Tension was pooling in your belly and you could hardly stop yourself from thrashing around and causing a scene. Just as you were about to moan out in pleasure Calum flicked the remote off, instead causing a disappointed whine to leave your mouth, which earnt a few strange looks. You almost had a strop in the huge venue but hastily decided against begging for Calum to let you cum in front of a few thousand people.

You silently seethed as Calum had all the power now. You were now forced to wait until you reached the comfort of your own home before finally getting the release that currently had you completely wet and quaking.

You bounced your legs nervously in the taxi. You were riled up and internally screaming for Calum’s touch to push you over the edge, but he had deliberately ignored you for the rest of the night, letting you take his arm but refusing to acknowledge your tugs on his sleeve in an attempt to get him home.

He finally complied to your silent request just after midnight, bidding farewell to his fellow musicians and gripping your hand a little too tight as you walked out of the grand doors of the venue and into your arranged car.

By the time you arrived home and got inside you were practically sweating from anticipation, but Calum simply swanned over the threshold, hardly paying any attention you. Just because he had been treating you this way the entire night, didn’t mean you had gotten used to it and you were far from happy with being looked over. You pouted dramatically and huffed as you sat down on the sofa, waiting for Calum to check on you but he didn’t. You heard footsteps echo into your bedroom and crossed your legs and arms, pursing your lips even more and furrowing your eyebrows.  You sighed loudly and eventually resorted to following Calum, trailing into the room stroppily before stopping dead in the doorframe.

Calum was lying on your bed completely naked and jerking himself off leisurely, his remote control toy discarded next to him. He lazily turned his head towards you as you walked in, giving you a nod in acknowledgement and biting back a smirk at your reaction to his position.

“What are you doing?” You gulped.

Calum’s hips bucked as he sped up, unwilling to admit he liked you just watching him hungrily. You could only stare in awe as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He glanced over at you, still stuck in the doorway, and chuckled lowly.

“Don’t look so lost princess.” He grinned as he fucked his fist.

You doubled over, the vibrating in your underwear suddenly violent as Calum took control of the remote again, rendering you weak for the fourth time that night. He waved the remote tauntingly, luring you over to the side of the bed. Your legs ached and you surrendered, collapsing on the bed next to Calum, who was in turn wrecking himself.

“Turn it off!” Your legs spasmed as you swatted at Calum, who kept the remote way out of reach, stroking himself more deliberately as his eyes swept your quivering body.

“Calum!” You practically yelled your boyfriend’s name, your hands grabbing fistfulls of the sheets.

Calum complied to your request at the last second you could hold on for, reading your body like a damn book. You relaxed on the bed, somewhat disappointed but glad he relented for just a second. Before he could start his torture on you again you hastily stood up and wriggled out of your dress, throwing it over a chair and making a mental note to hang it up later.

You looked Calum dead in the eyes as you unclipped your bra, sliding it off your shoulders and throwing it down at your feet. You gaze locked as you bent slightly to slip off the underwear. Calum swallowed the lump in his throat, the hand on his cock frozen. He didn’t have control over you anymore.

You moved slowly towards the bed, basking in the attention Calum was now giving you. You knelt on the edge of the mattress, eyeing up the boy suspiciously as he had a mischievous smirk on his face. As you predicted, he launched himself towards you once you were close, flinging his body on yours and pinning you against the soft sheets.

“Wanna race?” His eyes were glinting evilly and with those two words you knew that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

“That’s not fair, you’ve been teasing all night!” You protested.

Your ‘races’ with each other rarely occurred, due to how wrecked it left the both of you. The aim of the game was to cum last, doing all you could to make the other cum first. Calum never let you top when you raced because the position allowed you to have more control and he liked winning.

“Loser buys dinner?”

“It’s like 2am, Cal.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Eat me.”

Calum dropped his head into the crook of your neck and scoffed at your remark, his lips finding your collarbone nipping at it gently.

“After you cum around my cock.”

His sudden dirty talk startled you but sent a flood of warm tingles through your body. Game on. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in tighter to you and moaning yourself when his hard on brushed against your wetness. Grabbing the back of his neck forcefully, you pressed your lips to his and quickly realised how inevitable it was that you were going to lose. Calum’s lips worked magic and you were soaking under him just from a few seconds of making out, that boy had you utterly wrapped around his finger. You were kissing him as if he was oxygen, passionate and deep, your tongue flitting over the plump lips they knew all too well.

“Need you…” You whined, gasping for breath as Calum sucked a bright hickey on your neck, knowing he’d have to pay for it later.

“What was that?” His voice mocked your desperation, he knew exactly what you wanted.

“Calum! Please, I need you.” Your ragged breath was making it hard to talk but you spat the words out.

He said nothing else, just let you watch him in anticipation. He reached his hand between your two bodies and grabbed his length, pumping a few times before teasing you with his tip.

“For fucks sake!” You squirmed, about to burst from the need to feel him inside you.

“Patience babygirl.”

His words drove you crazy but you needed to at least try to win the race. Your jaw went slack as Calum finally indulged you, pushing in gently and pacing himself slowly to get you warmed up to his size. After all this time his size still stretched you and you couldn’t stop yourself hissing at the burning you were so addicted to.

Somehow you found each other’s lips again, soft gasps escaping your mouths as Calum thrusted gently. You both knew this wasn’t the aim of the game but you couldn’t help basking in the effortless love you both showed for each other… Even if it occasionally involved embarrassing each other in front of huge crowds. Uncharacteristically he groaned, his hips stuttering and biting his lip hard.

“Close, Cal?” You teased, grinding your hips down on his length and watched cunningly as his eyes fluttered and rolled. It was a competition after all.

“Shut up.” He growled, surprised himself at how the toy had worked him up so much.

He connected your lips again, kissing you swollen. His thrusts became animalistic, pushing deep trying to hit your sweet spot and keep his winning streak. It was working, but his panting told you he was a split second closer to cumming than you were. He rested a hand above you on the headboard and he drove into you harder, both of you moaning with abandon as you tightened around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whined, thrashing your arms and dragging your fingernails down Calum’s taught back, rendering him weak.

“God… fuck!” Calum faltered, exploding inside you and doing his best to not completely crush you under his weight as his arms struggled to hold him up.

The feeling of him inside you was the last straw and tipped you over the edge, sending you spiralling out of control as your hands curled into fists and you came hard around him, “Calum” being the only coherent word your lips could form.

You lay weak, Calum’s torso pressed tightly to yours and arms wrapped around each other before Calum carefully pulled out of you, rolling on his side but still remaining close to you. Both of you lay in silence, bathing in the afterglow and catching your breath.

“I won.” You muttered, giggling as Calum sighed loudly.

You turned your head to look at him and raised your eyebrows, unable to erase the cocky smile from your face. He wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead and leaned in to peck your lips before standing up, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself as his head spun from his orgasm for a moment.

“Your regular, yeah?” He confirmed, moving to retrieve his phone and sticking to his end of the deal.

“Yup!” You smiled contently as you watched his ass wiggle out the door, “You should probably get dressed babe!” You called as he disappeared down the corridor, murmuring to himself about how he’d rather eat you for dinner.


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