the view from my backyard

Calum Hood:::Neighbor

Pairing: Calum and Y/N

Word Count: 6.5k+

Rating: Smut

Requested: Yas

Calum is a little cocky shit who plays girls, y/n’s brother warns her, but she wants him anyways

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Naked

a/n: i got a wild hair up my ass to write a drabble so…enjoy nudist!Peeta!


Katniss loves the view from her new house. Particularly, the backyard.

It backs up to the woods, and just beyond the evergreen tree tops rolls the distant landscape of mountains. It’s breathtaking. Like a Bob Ross painting. The yard itself is pretty small and borders her neighbor’s fenced-in backyard, but her bedroom opens up onto a balcony, where she can sip her morning coffee as she basks in nature. Some days she even takes an early afternoon cat nap while curled up in her outdoor chaise.

Which is her plan today, after she indulges in a few chapters of her latest guilty-pleasure romance novel. Pinning her hair on top of her head in a messy knot, she grabs her mug of herbal tea and her book before slipping out onto her balcony. She squints in the sunlight, wishing she’d grabbed her sunglasses. It’s after 11, and she’d decided to take a long lunch break. She’s so glad she works from home most days instead of shut up in an office.

Setting her mug and book down on a small table next to the chaise, Katniss strolls over to the railing to admire the view for the hundredth time since she moved in a couple weeks ago. She inhales the fresh mountain air and smiles.

Movement in her peripheral catches her eye, and she turns her gaze to her neighbor’s backyard. A blond-haired man walks through the yard, a lounge chair in hand, a towel slung over his shoulder. Katniss watches him with mild curiosity as he sets the chair up in the middle of his yard.

She hasn’t met her neighbor yet, recluse that she is. She’s seen him in passing, whether in the moving truck or on her way to the store. He always gives her a wave. He seems friendly enough. Cute, too.

And with a body worthy of magazine centerfolds, she realizes with awe, watching him peel his shirt off. He could be a model. His shoulders are broad, his chest and abs sculpted. She grows flushed. She should probably stop ogling him, but it’s hard to look away from such a perfect specimen of masculine beauty. Her eyes follow the path of his hands to his waist.

And her mouth hits the ground when his shorts do.

He’s naked. Utterly naked. Butt-ass naked.

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See this? The view from my backyard. Looks nice, doesn’t it? A happy, sunny day, right?

WRONG. THIS RIGHT HERE IS LIKE STEPPING OUTSIDE AND INTO SATAN’S ASSHOLE. THIS RIGHT HERE IS 45*C HEAT WITH 80% HUMIDITY.

THIS IS NOT EVEN SUMMER. THIS IS SPRING, MOTHERFUCKERS, AND I HOPE YOU’RE ALL ENJOYING YOUR FUCKING NUTMEG TEA AND BITCH ASS BLANKETS OVERSEAS WHILE WE SWEAT OUT OUR OWN GODDAMN BLOOD THROUGH OUR PORES.