summary: there’s a viral trend on tiktok where you get naked in front of your significant other and film their reaction. well, you thought it’d be fun to do it while your boyfriend calum is streaming with the band —- promoting their new album.
authors note: this is pretty much just PURE SMUT, so be warned! i’ve been on tiktok way too much lately… also, stream calm and enjoy a cute lil’ quickie scenario!
y'all ever stopped to think the lack of michael and calum singing more was because their musicianship is so much more involved now than just playing guitar or just playing bass? listen to this record. it’s fucking brilliant and i keep seeing posts about how it’s just luke singing and like…. honestly listen to him sing in this record compared to even youngblood, that voice is an instrument in an of itself. there’s much intricate layers of sound on this record like. wow, i really stan a band of talented fucking musicians. just because their voices aren’t what they’re always lending, doesn’t mean they had nothing to do with what you’re hearing or they aren’t as present as they’ve always been.
Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, cum play, maybe breeding kink if you squint, a few ass slaps, I think that’s it???
Word Count: 5.6k
A/N: It’s been a while. I’ve had this lil drabble half started in my notes for a while. It’s supposed to be ‘soft morning sex with cal’ but it kinda got out of hand as I was writing it. Probably a lot of commas, no capital letters and a few misspelled words. Hope y’all like it. Feedback is appreciated, even encouraged. Fingers cross it doesn’t suck!
it’s quiet as you wake. you hear nothing besides the soft ruffling of the sheets as you roll over onto your back, cal’s arm heavy over your waist. knuckling the sleep away from your eyes, you blink up at the early morning light splayed across the ceiling. it’s early, even for you — six or seven in the morning if you had to guess.
you’re about to roll over and fall back asleep when you glance over at calum on your right. his body is turned towards you, one arm under his pillow and the other is still slung haphazardly over your waist. his face looks soft, relaxed, calm, all the things his life probably hasn’t been the past five months.
the band had just finished the north american leg of their tour and they had a couple weeks to rest up before heading to australia for six shows and an extra week to catch up with their families. you’re sure between radio interviews, meet and greets, sound checks, shows, and any after show drinks, he probably hasn’t been getting as much sleep as he needs.
at the mention of the australia trip, your stomach flips. not only will it be your first time to australia, it’ll be the first time meeting cal’s family in person and you couldn’t be more nervous. you’ve briefly chatted to them on facetime and you occasionally exchange instagram dm’s with his sister, but being there, with them, for a whole week, is an entirely different thing. cal’s whole heart is his family and you don’t want to mess up. or worse — they shun you, say you’re not good enough for calum, say he could do better than you, say all the things you constantly think about yourself.
you shake your head slightly, trying to shake that train of thought away, before closing your eyes and inhaling deeply through your nose and then slowly out your mouth, letting the newfound tension roll of your shoulders. as you go to inhale a second time, cal’s arm tightens around your midriff. your eyes open as you turn your head to face him, eyebrows raised. you can tell he’s still asleep, but his brow is furrowed and his lips are pulled down slightly at the corners.
his grip suddenly tightens on your hip and a small whine works its way out of his throat as he attempts to pull you closer to him. your worry is easily forgotten as you bite your lip to try to stop your giggles as he sleepily tries to tug you closer to him. when that doesn’t seem to work for him, he’s sliding himself across the bed until his nose is stuck in the crook of your neck and his one leg is casually tossed over both of your own.
he’ll probably wake up soon; he always seems to wrap himself around you right before he gets up. you manage to pull your right arm out from between the both of your bodies and wrap it around his back, letting your fingers trace lines up and down his bare shoulders. leaning your cheek against the top of his head, you relax into his warm grip.
you stare at the ceiling and watch as the shadows of the trees outside sway in the morning breeze across the white paint. you close your eyes as your hands rub soft circles into the space between cal’s shoulder blades, enjoying the way he pushes his face further into your neck.
it’s rare for you two to spend a quiet morning like this together. usually, someone has work or a meeting or a writing session or brunch with a friend and you’re both quick to get up and start the day. it’s a nice change of pace to just lay in bed with each other; to sleep in, or eat breakfast in bed, maybe talk about everything and nothing at all, watch the sun paint your walls, take your time joining the world.
your stomach growls and it fills the quiet of your bedroom. glancing over to the clock on your bedside table, you see it’s almost eight. you should really start breakfast. looking down at calum, then to his arm and leg draped over your body, you know you won’t be able to get up without waking him. you pick your hand up off his back to drag your fingers over his buzzcut, letting your nails scrape his scalp gently.
“cal? baby? time to get up,” you whisper, your voice, drenched in sleep, cracks. he doesn’t move, just snores softly into your neck. you clear your throat and try again.
“cal? come on, sunshine. gotta get up,” you repeat, wiggling your body in his arms, like you’re trying to get out of bed. that must do the trick because his arm and leg tighten around you, pulling you tightly against him, as he groans into your neck.
“noooooo,” he whines, “it’s my week off. we’re supposed to sleep until noon. it’s in the rule book.” you start chuckling and he smiles against your collarbone when he feels the laughter shaking your shoulders.
“okay, fair enough, but what does the rule book say about exceptions? like maybe… blueberry pancake exceptions?” you counter, leaning your neck back to look down at his face. cracking his eyes open, he squints up at you before pushing up to his elbow, his eyes level with yours.
his sleepy eyes dart all over your face, his smile pushing his cheeks up, up, up into his eyes causing those crinkles you love so much. so much you can’t help but reach up and let your fingers run over the corners of his eyes. his head tilts into your left hand and you end up cupping his cheek, running your thumb gently over his cheekbone.
his eyes flutter close and he lets a breath out through his nose, letting his head truly fall into your palm. god, you love this man, you think as you watch his face closely. he walked into your life and brighten it up, made you feel loved and cherished and happy. you can’t help, but smile at the adventure the two have started together.
before you can even think about it, you’re leaning forward to press your lips against his. he reciprocates immediately, his neck straightening, his hand coming up to wrap around the back of your neck. you slide the hand still cupping his cheek to grip the nape of his neck, pulling him in deeper, letting your finger nails dig crescents into the base of his skull. you feel the shiver rake his body.
he groans into your lips and his hand slides down to your waist, pulling your torso into his. you wrap your free arm around his shoulders, smiling against his lips. he pulls away, allowing you both to suck in a breath, and leans his forehead against yours. his brown eyes meet yours and they’re the color of fresh coffee.
he presses his lips to your nose, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, until he’s nosing at your jaw. you breathe out a laugh as you tilt your head back, allowing him to press and nip at the column of your throat. it’s not long before he’s wrapping his lips around the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking a hickey into the juncture there.
you bite your lip, moaning his name into the silence of the room. he smirks against your skin before pulling away, tilting his head to admire his handiwork. his eyes flick up to meet yours and you feel your cheeks heat up at the dark look behind them.
he maintains eye contact as his grip tightens around your waist as he flips onto his back and he moves both of you backwards so his body is leaning against the headboard. you adjust your own to legs to straddle his hips, draping both arms around his shoulders.
his hands move softly from your waist to your thighs, letting his fingers run over your skin before gripping your hips under the t-shirt you’re wearing. instinctively, your thighs tighten around his hips and you have to stop yourself from rocking your hips into him. he must feel it cause he chuckles, digging the tips of his nails into your hips.
“what di’ya want, baby?” he asks, his voice rough with something other than sleep now. the tone of his voice makes your back straighten up, pushing your core against in his, as goosebumps erupt over your arms.
you pull your arms away from his shoulders, smirking when a crease forms in his brow, and you lift your shirt over your head. cal’s eyes are quick to drop to your bare chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. his calloused hands drag back up, over your sides, until his thumbs are laying right under your breasts. “so pretty for me, baby…” he exhales in a low voice, as his eyes bounce over your chest.
you feel your stomach flip at the praise as he slides his hands up to cup the underside of your breasts. he leans forward to wrap his lips around your left nipple, then his teeth, biting it. he keeps his teeth lightly locked around your nipple as he pulls back, letting your nipple stretch, pulling at the sensitive skin of your breast. your head falls back and you moan into the room, “fuckin’ hell, cal….”
he lets his fingers pull and pinch and twist at your right nipple, and you’re groaning at the feeling, arching your back into him. your eyes come back to focus on him just as he looks up at you from under his lashes and you can’t help it when your hips grind against his lap. he lets go of your left nipple suddenly and your breast tingles as it falls back against your chest.
he’s quick to move to your right breast, his lips locking around the hard bud. you cradle his face against your chest, as you rock steadily against his growing erection underneath you. he lets his lips fall away before replacing them with his teeth, gentle as he pulls on your nipple. the sharp pain of his teeth swiftly morphs into pleasure as it radiates down to your pussy. his teeth bite down a little harder and you gasp, “god, cal….”, and you dig your nails into his neck.
smirking around your nipple, he looks up at you as you bite your lip, meeting his gaze. his teeth let go of your nipple and he slides his hands up your back, pulling you close to him, his chin resting on your sternum as he looks up at you.
running your hands over his hair, you keep your hips grinding a slow, steady pace against him. his hands slide down your spine until he’s gripping your ass, helping you rock against him. it’s one of those moments where, you swear, you can feel electricity crackle in the air.
cal leans his head up, pressing his lips against your jaw in a sloppy kiss. “you gonna ride me ‘til i cum, angel?” his says roughly against your skin. you don’t trust your own voice so you just nod. you run a hand down cal’s chest, following the trail of hair that leads into his boxer briefs, sliding your hand under the elastic.
you wrap your fingers around his length, letting your thumb run over the wetness at the top. his eyes close as he drops his head against the headboard with a groan. “please, honey, no teasing me…” his voice is a whine. a part of you, the sadistic part, almost wants to try and see if he’d let you edge him. what you wouldn’t give to see the veins in his neck pop, his cheeks bloom red, his cock jump at every little brush of your fingers. god, and the sounds he would make…. but you’re too turned on right now to postpone your own orgasm.
you pull your hand out of his briefs, pausing to stick your thumb into your mouth, moaning softly at the taste of him. reaching down, you pull at the hem of his underwear. he lifts his hips as you slide them down to his thighs, his cock bobbing up towards his stomach. cal’s hand wraps around his erection before you can and he gives it a few gentle tugs.
the sight alone causes your pussy to clench around nothing. keeping your eyes on cal’s hand pulling on his dick, you slide your own hand in between your thighs. taking two fingers, you rub slow circles over your clit. you have to stop your head from lolling back at the welcomed pressure, wanting to keep your eyes on cal.
you’re so enthralled at watching cal, you don’t notice his free hand reach out towards your pussy until just before he’s about to touch you. his hand reaches past yours, only to run a single digit through your wetness. he brings his hand up to his face, sucking his finger into his mouth.
he closes his eyes, groaning, and your jaw drops a little at the sight. his cheeks hollow out as he sucks harder on his finger before releasing his finger with a pop. “truly delectable, baby,” he whispers as he reaches out again, this time with two fingers. he rubs them back and forth a few times before sucking them back into his mouth.
your fingers are moving faster on your clit and you cannot keep your eyes off cal. you’re so close, so fucking close. cal’s eyes meet yours as his mouth drops open and you’re able to see his tongue wrapped around his fingers. you moan as your body tenses up and you can feel the inevitable orgasm building up low in your stomach.
“calum…” you say, almost as a warning. he just gives you a slight nod, his eyes on your hand between your legs. he reaches out and pinches each nipple, pulling them taut. the added sensation causes your head to fall back, a string of curses leaving your lips.
“so close, luv. cum for me,” he says, pulling tighter on your nipples. it feels like your entire body almost caves into itself before finally, as your fingers fly over your clit faster, faster, faster, everything explodes. your hips grind against your hand as you work yourself through your orgasm. you can vaguely hear cal whispering what a good girl you are as you moan incoherent noises.
as the tingling starts to subside, your hips slow to a stop, and the ringing in your ears dull, you feel cal grab the hand still on your clit. your eyes fly open as you realize what he’s about to do. his eyes are already on yours as he brings your fingers, shiny with your release, to his mouth and wraps his pink lips around them. your hips give an involuntary jump as you feel his tongue slide over, around, and in between your fingers.
his eyes slide shut and his head tilts back slightly as he moans around your fingers. the vibrations go straight to your pussy and you have to bite your lip to hold back a whine. then you feel his teeth drag up the pads of your fingers and you breathe out his name. pulling your fingers out of his mouth, his eyes open and his pupils are blown wide.
his cheeks are a bright pink and his chest rises and falls quickly. you take the same hand he had in his mouth up to your own mouth and gather the spit in your mouth. you deposit it into your palm before reaching down for his cock. wrapping your wet fingers around his erection, you slide up and down and over they tip to lubricate his dick.
you watch him as he watches your hand, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. sitting up onto your knees, you shuffle upwards, until his dick is lined up with your pussy. you slide his tip through your slit once, twice, before lining it up with your hole.
his hands slide up to your hips, holding you steady, and your free hand is gripping his shoulder. both of you make brief eye contact, a silent consent between the two of you, before you start to lower your body onto him.
he enters into your warmth slowly, but easily. his nails dig into your hips and you know he’s stopping himself from thrusting up into you. cal’s eyes are focused on his length disappearing inside of you and you can’t help, but glance down yourself. you moan at the sight.
finally, your body is flush with cal’s and he’s sheathed inside of you. you sigh as his hands slide up and down your sides. wrapping both arms around his shoulders, you pull him close and press your lips to his. he reciprocates eagerly, opening his mouth to you, his tongue brushing against your own.
as you both kiss, you start to slowly rock your hips. cal pulls away from your lips, sucking in a breath. he brings his hands up to cup your face, running his thumb over your kiss swollen lips. “you gonna take care of me, baby?” he asks, voice rough and heady.
you give him a small smile, brushing your fingers over his hair. “always,” you whisper before pushing gently on his shoulders so his weight is against the headboard. putting your hands on either side of his head and using the headboard as leverage, you lift your hips. cal’s cock slides out of you so deliciously before you push back down on him.
he groans out a curse into the quiet room and you feel a shiver up your spine at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of you. you’d really love to take it slow, but you know how close cal already is, so you bring your hips up and down again quickly, setting a quick pace.
cal’s hands grip your ass, helping pushing you back down on him. you glance up at his face and his focus is on his dick disappearing inside of you. you hear the sound of his palm connecting with your ass cheek before you register he’d even spanked you. your spine straightens automatically as you moan out his name. “such a good girl for me….” he mutters, mostly to himself before bringing his other hand down on your other cheek.
a gasp pushes past your lips and you clench your cunt around him. his hands wind up your body until he’s pinching each hard nipple between rough fingers, rolling and squeezing them. the feeling goes straight to your cunt and you can feel that familiar tightness already. leaning forward onto your knees, you move your hips faster, wanting cal to be there with you.
“are you close?” you ask breathily, your eyes on his. he doesn’t answer. instead he brings one hand to grip your ass, helping your rhythm, and the other finds your clit. he drags his thumb back and forth over the small nub as you pound onto his cock. you meet his eyes and he’s already staring at you, cheeks a vibrant red and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
you bring your hand up, gripping the side of his face. he wraps an arm around your waist and then his hips are pushing up into you, meeting you thrust for thrust and it’s staggering. “fuck, fuck, oh my, god….. calum…” your voice is a continuous whine, begging for release. his grip on your waist tightens and he takes over the rhythm.
he holds you above him, ramming his cock up into you. the blood in your ears is too loud and your only thought is the building of pressure in between your thighs. taking your hand off the headboard, you drag it up cal’s back, your nails catching on his skin. you hear him hiss before he’s pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw.
“come on, honey, cum for me,” he whispers into your skin and you feel your blood run hot. you’re so close, so close. you just need that one thing, just a little more, but you’re unable to get words out, so you just whine, brows furrowed. cal must understand your silent plea and he takes his hand off your clit and, instead, wraps it around your throat.
you groan and tilt your head back, baring more of your throat to cal. cal slams up into you harder, faster, and it only takes a few more thrusts before your body is a firework shooting into the sky, up, up, up, before boom. everything explodes into sensation and tingling and the air rushes out of your lungs in a moan. your nails dig into the skin at the top of cal’s shoulder blades and you reach down to run two fingers over your own clit, trying to draw out the orgasm.
cal’s hand drops from your neck to your waist, gripping it tightly, as his hips get faster and more careless and then he’s thrusting up once, twice, before pushing home and you can feel the warmth of his release inside of you. he almost growls out your name through gritted teeth as he feels you clench around him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still shaking your walls. he pulls out of you only slightly before pushing back in, groaning at the tightness of your cunt.
you take in deep breaths as you wrap your arms around cal’s shoulders, nuzzling your face into his neck. his hands on your waist pull you flush against his lap, and you grind down a little, clenching your pussy around him. “you always feel so damn good, my god…” he exhales next to your ear as his hands slide up your back, running his fingers lightly over the skin at the top of your spine.
you chuckle, sitting back until you can see his face. “i think it might be a team effort on this one,” you say, your voice rough. he shakes his head. “no, no. it’s definitely you,” he says, staring down at where your both still connected.
“it’s like hot silk, soft and warm at the same time. and i just fit so damn well into you… it’s perfect…” he says, emphasizing the word ‘perfect’ with a gentle thrust up into you. you bite back a moan. he lets go of your waist and pushes gently on your shoulders. “lean back a lil for me, baby. please…” he says, his voice dripping in heat.
you don’t even question him as you lean back onto your palms. he has a hand on your lower back as he slowly pulls his softening cock out of you. it’s gleaming with a mixture of both of your releases. he’s enamored at the sight of you two connected together as he slides back into you. he groans at the sight and you feel a rush of wetness in your pussy at the thought of cal being turned on by this.
he pushes in and out of you a few more times before pulling his cock out of you completely. you feel yourself frown a little at the lack of fullness. subconsciously you clench your pussy a little and some of his release comes dripping out of you. he bites his lip and groans at the sight as he reaches out to shove it back into you with his fingers.
your hips press up into his hand as he does it, loving the feeling of him playing with you. he makes eye contact with you and he gives you a small smirk. “feel good, baby? my fingers inside of ya? my cum inside of ya?” he asks, pushing his fingers deep and curling against that spongy spot inside of you.
you bite your lip and nod, looking at him from under your lashes. he moves his fingers over that spot inside of you a little quicker and then his thumb is on your clit and your hips start moving against him, searching for your third release. you’re already so sensitive from your first two orgasms, it won’t take much.
your jaw drops a little as your body tightens for the third time this morning. cal’s fingers move over that spot inside of you quicker and quicker before your orgasm rushes you and you moan out his name, falling back onto your elbows. your hips grind down into his hand as he works your through your high. as your hips slow, so do his fingers.
he pushes his fingers in and out of you slowly before pulling them all the way out of you. they’re shiny with release and you’re reaching for his wrist at the same time he pushes his wet fingers in your direction. gripping his wrist, you pull his index and middle finger into your mouth, closing your eyes with a satisfied hum.
sucking the combined taste of both you off his fingers, his fingers scissoring inside your mouth, slipping around your tongue. after a moment, you pull them out of your mouth with a pop and open your eyes to find cal staring at you, eyes soft.
“you were made just for me, weren’t cha?” he says, voice low. you give him a small smile, biting your lip and nodding as you lean up towards him and press your lips against his. his hands slide up your back, one of his hand anchoring in your hair, and your hands drape around his shoulders.
he pulls you flush against his torso, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. then he’s smirking against your mouth, tightening his grip around you, before flipping you onto the opposite side of the bed. laughter bursts out of your mouth as he noses his face into your neck. his fingers dance along your ribs and, now, you’re struggling to breath for another reason.
“calum! calum thom — thomas hood! oh my, god! please, ple—“ you manage to gasp out in between bouts of laughter. you’re pushing at his shoulders while also trying to wiggle out of his grasp. cal’s hand slow down, his touch turns from ticklish to gentle. his torso is lying between your legs and his chin is resting on your stomach. he has a huge grin on his face as his hands stroke at the curve of your waist.
you really wanted to be mad at him. the last time he tried to tickle you, he took an elbow to the face and you felt terrible for days. he should know better, but that face that’s looking up at you is so sickly sweet, so adorable, you can’t help, but smile back at him. you reach down, running a hand over his hair, enjoying the feel of the short bristles against your palm.
“that was a dangerous move. you remember the last time you tickled me, i gave you a black eye.” you remark, remembering it vividly. calum scoffs and shrugs, “it wasn’t that bad. it was just a little bruise. if anything, i got to look like a bad ass for like four days, so that’s basically a win.”
you bark out a laugh, “a little bruise? your eye swelled up! you could barely see out of it that first day.” he dismisses the notion with a wave of his hand before pointing a finger at you. “bad. ass.” he insisted. you giggle and roll your eyes, “okay, okay. whatever. it was your eye.”
the space around the two of you quiets. the room is brighter than when you both woke up and you can hear birds chirping outside, a lawn mower somewhere in the distant. the tranquility calms you and you close your eyes, relaxing into the sheets.
it’s a while before you crack open your eyes, peering down at cal. his head, facing up towards you, is laying on your stomach. his eyes are close, his breaths soft, his back covered in sunlight from the window. he’s gorgeous. how lucky you are to love a man like him. you reach down, running your fingers over the rays of light blanketing his back.
his eyes flutter open, blinking up at you. he studies your face before giving you a small grin. “i love you, too, baby,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your hip. your face screws up in confusion, “i didn’t say anything…”
“i know, but i saw it in your eyes,” he spoke softly, “your eyes are always telling me what you’re feeling.” heat rushes to your cheeks, suddenly flustered with him being able to read you so well. but of course he can. no one knows you like this man knows you.
the quietness is broken by a growl of your stomach. there’s a beat before you two break out in laughter together. “we forgot about breakfast,” you giggled, sitting up onto your elbows. he smirks up at you, “we? we didn’t forget anything. you distracted me.” your jaw drops and you shove his shoulder playfully.
“shut up! you love it when i distract you,” you tease, running a hand over one of your breasts, looking up at him from under your lashes. his eyes glance down for only a second before he’s pushing up and off your body. he stands at the foot of the bed, stretching his arms above his head. you hear his back give a faint pop.
“nice try, but nothing, not even you, could distract me from the blueberry pancakes you promised me,” he states, clapping his hands and rubbing them together excitedly. you chuckle and roll your eyes. “didn’t i just distract you from blueberry pancakes not even half an hour ago?”
he shrugs, “that’s different. i was horny for ya. now i’m horny for pancakes.” he reaches a hand out to you and you take it as he helps you off the bed. standing in front of him, you look up at him, nodding in understanding. “oooooh, right, right. so if i asked you to fuck me in the shower, you’d say no ‘cause pancakes?”
he furrows his brows as you pass him, bringing a hand down on his ass. he jumps slightly, turning to look at you as you walk backwards to the bathroom. “well, i mean… obviou—“ he mumbles, taking a couple steps towards you.
you hold a hand up and he stops. “no, no, please. i wouldn’t want to get in between you and your breakfast. how about this? i’m gonna take a nice, long, hot shower and you can go make your pancakes?” you retort, trying to hold back your grin. his face is doused in confusion as you close the door.
chuckling softly under your breath, you walk to the shower and turn on the water, letting it heat up. it only takes a minute before it warm enough for you, so you step inside, sliding the door shut behind you. stepping under the spray, you turn to get your hair wet when you hear the bathroom door fly open.
your hand flies to your mouth to cover your snort of laughter. you hear cal cross the bathroom and slide open the shower door. he doesn’t hesitate as he steps into the shower, closing the door behind him. he turns to look at you and his face is almost angry as you blink up at him. “did you need help finding the flour?” you ask, trying to keep a straight face.
he stares at you for a moment before bending down and wrapping his arm right under your ass and lifting you up into his arms. you squeal out his name, your arms flying around his shoulders, as he pushes your back up against the wall of the shower. the tiles are cold against your back and it causes you to shudder.
your eyes are wide as you look up at calum’s face, his expression blank. for a short moment, you think he’s actually upset. your mouth opens to apologize, to tell him you were joking, when you see the corner of his mouth twitch before his mouth curves into a smile. your shoulders relax and you laugh softly.
“you know i love you more than pancakes, right?” he asks, softly, almost worried. dragging your nails through the hair at the base of his skull, you lean forward, pressing soft kisses to cal’s face. his eyes close and he leans his body into yours.
you press a kiss to his forehead before leaning your own forehead against his. “of course i do, cal,” you sigh against his skin. there’s a spilt second where you weren’t gonna say it, but you can’t help it as your mouth opens. “just like you know i love you more than getting fucked in the shower,” you’re able to get out through giggles and he pulls back, mouth agape, before laughing with you.
“you lil shit,” he says, voice dripping in love. you tilt your head back, laughing louder, the sound echoing against the tiles. he chuckles as he presses his lips against yours, quieting your laughter. he slips his tongue in between your lips, massaging your tongue with his before pulling away slightly.
“how about this? i fuck you in the shower and then you make me blueberry pancakes and we still love each other the mostest, okay? deal?” he asked, and you couldn’t help, but giggle a little at how serious his face was. you beam at him before giving him a curt nod, “you got yourself a deal, mr. hood.” and then he’s kissing you.
i know this is long, but here is my take on the allegations against 5sos. please read the whole thing.
as someone who has experienced being sexually harassed several times at different ages (age 15 to my current age, 19), i always want to believe and side with the victims/ survivors first because i know how difficult everything can be. dealing with it is heart-wrenching, and speaking out about it is terrifying and uncomfortable. but unfortunately, there have been so many, and frankly too many, cases where allegations are made up to ruin the careers and lives of other people. let me be clear that i am not placing blame on the victims because i know from personal experience that’s a good way to belittle the victims into silence. but there just has to be more information here. twitter has quite literally taken these allegations and ran with them. i keep seeing everyone speaking out about everything that’s happening right now, but i have yet to see a single tweet or statement of someone giving a full explaination on being harassed/ assaulted by any of the members of 5sos. that being said, i have seen several tweets saying that these are false claims and sharing screenshots of people apologizing because they made false accusations. michael did just tweet that he is heartbroken by what’s being said and that it is all untrue, but a lot of people are saying that’s not good enough. and i agree, i do not think a tweet is good enough to address the whole situation. i think all the guys need to come out and speak truthfully on this, but bear in mind that this isn’t some little rumor. these are serious allegations against every single member of the band at this point and their legal team is most likely going to get involved. this isn’t something that can be debunked overnight, it might take a little bit of time for people to gather their thoughts and all the information. i wish this was something that could just go away overnight, but it never is. again, i don’t want to sound like i am taking the side of those accused, i’m just really trying to look at this whole situation logically.
i have been a massive fan of 5sos since 2012 and they have helped me through some of the hardest times in my life, and i know that goes for so many others as well. it’s really hard to picture the guys doing something like what they are being accused of, but sometimes that’s just how it is, you don’t always see what happens behind closed doors. but when my two best friends and i met calum, luke, and ashton last year at a music festival in october (sierra and andy were also there), they were so ridiculously kind to us. each of them took the time to take several pictures with us and hold conversations with us. they were very kind and respectful. (michael wasn’t with them, i’m not sure where he was.)
with all that being said, i’m going to wait for all the information to be released. i’m not going to make harsh judgements on either sides or do any “unstanning” right now. i’m just really hoping that these are all truly fake accusations and the guys are being horrificly blamed for something they didn’t do. and if they do end up being fake, i hope the person/ people who started all of this deals with the consequences. but if the accusations are true i will be heartbroken and truly not know what to do. i might end up taking a break or something, but i just don’t know. we’ll cross that bridge if we get to it. but as for now, i’m just going to wait. i will refrain from posting any 5sos related content until this is all settled though.
have any questions? feel free to ask.
if anyone reading this has experienced being sexually harassed/ assaulted, please feel free to reach out to me or someone you trust. i will listen to you and help you as much as i possibly can. i love and care for all of you, even if i’ve never met you. you are very important and loved.
as for now, treat people with kindness and get some rest. unplug and do some self-care if you have to. ❤️
after finding out english love affair was written about gemma styles (harry styles’ sister), @clarablogs and i decided there were only 3(and a half) categories that 5sos songs fit into and we sorted them
description: you’re helping cal film the wildflower video, but you’re very distracting.
a/n: me? writing smut for the second time? shocking. hopefully it’s alright!!
warnings: smut, oral (female receiving)
word count: 1.5k
The hardest thing for Calum during this lockdown was not having the ability to see his bandmates whenever and wherever he pleased. Sure, he had you, but it wasn’t the same as Ashton showing up upwards of five times a week with some new pastry he learned how to make, or some new vocal group a fan tweeted to him.
It bummed him out more when the shoot for the Wildflower video had been cancelled - he knew it was necessary, but the concept that they had was so fun and nothing was going to top it - that was, until Andy and Sarah informed them that they were learning animation, and they would be sending a sanitized green screen to his house for him to film in front of.
Sheepishly, he asked you to help him film the video - or at least provide some direction while he propped his phone onto a makeshift stand in the living room. You were more than happy to help, making him giggle when you would raise your eyebrows at him suggestively on occasion. After the first few takes, you set his phone down, propping it up just so, just because you wanted to bop along in the background without making the frame shaky.