#calum hood plus size smut

[hollandsmushroom]

can you do 14,15, and 42 with cal and plus sized reader who is very bold but shy and insecure in the bedroom ❤️

14. “Never hold back again, okay,”, 15. “Am I doing it right?”, 42. “Holy fuck,”

Warnings: Smut and swearing

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His thumb rubbed the back of your hand as you walked down the street, a comforting gesture that he knew you loved. You looked up at him at him and he flashed you his famous Calum Hood smile. The two of you were desperately in love, absolutely head over heels for one another. At first his affection for you had surprised you, seeing as you were a bigger girl, you had always had this belief that boys like him didn’t fall for girls like you, but you could never have been so wrong, Calum Hood looked at you with the definition of love in his eyes, he loved the way that you moved and the way that when you were out in the world you were carefree and didn’t let anything stop you from being who you are and expressing yourself, but the you in the bedroom drove him a little crazy, how you would bit back moans and hide your bare body, he just simply didn’t understand how you didn’t see how amazing you are.

The two of you were shopping today and you wanted to go get some new clothes just cause you needed them and Cal had wanted to tag along with you. You had walked into a shop that looked like it had some cute stuff in it, wandering around and picking up pieces only to set them down seconds later.

“Are you not finding anything you like, love?” Cal asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

“No, I like most of what I see, there is just nothing in my size,” you spoke, your words caused him to tuck his chin back indignantly, and his brows to furrow in anger, you had expected this reaction out of him at the lack of your sizes but you were used to it at this point.

“Why don’t they have your size?”

“Well Cal, if you haven’t noticed, I am a little thicker than average,” you giggled, not at all minding your body when it was spoken of and not seen, someone seeing your bare flesh and the scars and stretch marks is what scares you.

“You are more beautiful than the average as well my love,” he kissed your cheek and patted you bum, “Come on love, lets get out of here, this store has nothing to offer us,” he spoke leading you out the door

“Cal, where are you taking us?”

“I saw a store that we passed that had some lingerie in it that I think you would look good in,” you rolled your eyes, expecting it to be a store that again didn’t carry your size.

Much to your surprise you Cal lead you too a store that specialized in clothing for girls who literally didn’t fit in at other stores. The walls were lined with cute outfits and it brought a smile to your face to not have to worry about if anything was going to fit or not. You wandered through the clothing as Cal split off from you and into the lingerie department, having you sizes memorized he picked out some stuff he wanted you to try on at home, though you didn’t know he was doing this. Many purchases later you and Cal were ready to head home, you had noticed the fact that he had a bag of his own but decided not to question him on it, deciding that he would most likely inform you when you arrived home.

As soon as you walked through the threshold of your home Cal linked his hand in yours and started walking you too the bedroom.

“I got some presents for you baby,” 

“Oh really, baby, you shouldn’t have, what did you get me?”

“Well if I am being honest they are more presents for me but you have to wear them,” when he said that you knew exactly what he was talking about and you felt your stomach drop at the idea.

“Cal, I don’t know…” you trailed off

“Please baby, I got them for you,” he practically begged

“Okay fine, but only because you are adorable,” you took the bag from his hands and stepped into the bathroom, opening it to find 3 sets, and you had to admit they were all really cute looking. The first one you decided to try on was a red lace bra without padded cups, you could see your nipples through the pattern, it had matching red lace panties. You slipped your body into the material, avoiding looking in the mirror for fear that it would take away any chance you had of walking out of the bathroom, wrapping your arms around your exposed stomach. 

Cal sat on the bed waiting for you and as soon as you stepped out to of the bathroom in the red set his jaw was on the floor and his pants began tightening. 

“Holy fuck,” he sighed out as his eyes enthusiastically scanned your body, noticing the arms you had place over your flesh to hide it he raised a hand and gestured for you to come towards him, a command which you quickly complied to, stepping forward so you were with in his reach. As soon as his hands could touch you, he gripped your hips drawing you in even closer, his face level with your belly he reached up and peeled your arms away from it, kissing the newly exposed flesh.

“Never hide from me baby-girl, please for me just be yourself and never hold back again, okay?” he questioned, looking up at you.

“Okay Cal,” you mumbled, running your hands through his curls. His pants were getting tighter as he looked at the newly exposed flesh, flopping back onto the bed and bringing you with him. You giggled at his actions and tried to wiggle out of his grasp but you were unsuccessful.

“Cal, you picked out three sets, this is the first one, don’t you wanna see the others?”

“I don’t think I can make it that long, this set was enough, I need you now,” you giggled at how desperate he was, feeling his hard on through his pants on your heat. You sat up and your hips were straddling his, your heat grinding onto him as you giggled shyly.

“Keep going baby,” he moaned out at the friction, his hands going to your hips, finger tips digging in, most likely leaving bruises. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, the lace rubbing against your clit as you ground on his dick, “Baby, I need to be in you, like now,” he spoke, reaching up a hand and grasping at your tit before sliding down and moving your panties aside, your hands moving to the zipper of his pants, undoing it and pulling his pants down just enough for his dick to be free. You moved to lay on your back but Cal stopped you.

“Not this time baby, today you are gonna ride me,” he spoke holding your hips in place.

“Cal, I can’t, I will crush you, plus I don’t know how,”

“You wont crush me baby, and I can help you out,” he smirked at you, you knew you weren’t going to win this one so you gave in, actually happy that he had offered to assist you. You moved your hips forward, funning your core over his dick, covering it in your arousal.

“Okay, now just kind of sit down on my dick,” he instructed and you did at he said. You gasped and stilled, not used to the feeling of being this full, it burned slightly. “Now move when you feel comfortable to,” 

The burn subsided soon enough and you began to rotate your hips, reached between the two of you and rubbed your clit as you moved.

“Am I doing it right?” you panted out 

“Oh, baby, you are doing it perfectly,” he groaned, “So good I don’t think I can last much longer,”

“Me neither Cal,” Your walls started to clench as his cock dragged in and out of you with the bounce of your hips, you were quickly losing strength as your orgasm washed over you. “Cal, I am cumming,” you cried out, his hips bucking into yours as you lost the ability to move with your orgasm.

“So am I baby-girl,” he cried out, cumming deep inside of you and dragging out your orgasm with his thumb on your clit before ceasing movement. The two of you stilled, the only noise in the room being your panting as you rolled off of him. You sat in the glow of your orgasm a peaceful silence hanging in the air, that was until Cal rolled over and ruined it.

“Wanna try on the other sets and go a couple more rounds?”

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[melancholy-mikey]

Could you do something involving face slapping with calum please?

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Y/n’s eyes burned with tears, her waterline glistening from the constant snapping of his hips, and her eyelids fluttered shut at his relentless pace.

“Look at me.” He growled, tugging her chin upwards, gripping the roundness of her jaw in a single palm. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

She shook her head, the pleasure too intense to open her eyes and she mewled when the tip of his cock grazed that sweet spot inside of her.

Calum’s calloused palm damned a sharp slap across her cheek - the blow was harsh and quick, it caused her skin to flush and a low whimper fell from her throat.

Y/n batted her eyelashes - big, doe eyes fluttering up at him and her kiss-bitten lips gawped at him dumbly.

“Please,” She whimpered, grabbing desperately for his wrist and placing his warm palm against her still stinging cheek. “again.”

His chuckle was soon cut off by her velvet walls clenching around him, her moans and whines making his cock twitch and he took a sharp breath inward.

“Again, huh?” He murmured, “you like that? You like when I slap that pretty face of yours?”

She nodded her head desperately, her legs were wrapped around his waist, crossed at the ankle, pushing him deeper into her arousal.

“My little pain slut.” He hummed before he slapped her cheek once more - the sting caused her to gasp, and she felt her cheek tint.

The crude squelching of her cunt and the slight squeal that she emitted only fuelled his thrusts - the constant pace had her dilated eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Calum gripped her chin between calloused digits and pressed a kiss to her pouted lips - the juxtaposition of that sweet kiss and the constant pounding of his hips was something that made her head reel.

She quivered at his touch, and her back arched into him - y/n’s breasts pressed firmly against the hardness of his chest and he exhaled, a low moan soon following at the crude feeling of her pebbled nipples on his skin.

“So close already, huh, bub?” He cooed, “gonna cum just from me slapping those pretty cheeks of yours?”

She moaned into stuffy air, the room so hot and heavy it made their skin crawl in the most delicious of ways.

“Yes, Cal, love the feeling,” she breathed, “wanna cum so badly.”

“Then give me what I want, sweetheart,” His lips were low against the shell of her ear. “Cum for me.”

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[calummichaelfics]

Can someone write a fic/smut about Calum coming out the shower with just a towel around his waist while his long curly hair is soaked and all smoothed back and it’s turning you on and he knows it so Cal starts to tease you kinda subtly and then you guys end up having sex then maybe a part 2 in the shower

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[valentine-sos]

Show me - (C.H.) pt. 3

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Show me pt.1    Show me pt.2 

Plus size (Y/N)

Word count: 1,260

Please read part 1 and 2 first! this is the last part I’m doing for this, I had too much fun xD

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Letting me stand on my own, my toes meet the frostiness of the bathroom tile. A shiver runs through me as Cal’s eyes meet my own. He pushes me against the bathroom door a hand cradling the back of my head as we hear the soft click of the bathroom door as it closes. Despite what we just did, I still hold some nerves at the base of my belly as I look up at him.

His hands move through the back of my hair as he goes to cradle both sides of my jaw, “Such a good girl for me, yeah?” He whispers against my lips.

I let out a shuddered breath as his words fall across my lips. His hand leaving my face to trail down my stomach, fingers finding my clit. “Always so, so good for me.”

My hands clutch his forearms as my head hits the door, I moan as I struggle to catch my breath. “As much as I'd like to take you against this door,” He ran his nose over my jaw line as he brought his lips up to my ear. “I have a promise to uphold.” I try to catch my breath as I peer up at him. “Please.”

He trails his hands from my shoulders down to my fingertips, maintaining eye contact. He takes hold of my hands bringing them up to circle his neck. His hands burning a path as he cups to cup the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up around his waist. I run my hands up through his curls as I kiss up his neck to his jaw, enjoying the way he tenses as I run my tongue up the length of his jaw.

He stops in front of the shower glass door and slides it open, other arm under my ass, supporting me. He carefully steps us in, sliding the door shut behind him. He brings one hand up to cup the back of my neck as his mouth meets mine, hot tongue meeting my own. He reaches down to cup under my ass as he pushes us up against the shower wall, the sharp cold of the tile meets my back as I hiss and arch forward. My nipples brushing against the hardness of his chest as the back of my head meets the wall. My nails dig into his shoulders as he drags his tongue on the open column of my throat. “You ok pretty girl?” He whispers against my throat. I breathed out as I nodded.

“I need your mouth on me again, please.” I begged as my forehead met his. “You begging is almost just as pretty as you cumming sweetheart.” he gently lets me to my feet, hands still on my ass. “But I’m afraid I don’t know where you need my mouth. You’re going to have to tell me (Y/N).”

Nerves explode in my belly spreading to my toes as I clench my thighs trying to stop the ached. All of this still so new to me. “My chest. My stomach, thighs. My pussy. Anywhere Cal, just please. Don’t make me beg.” I rake my nails down his chest, enjoying the hiss that comes out of his mouth. “Why not baby? You sound so pretty when you beg.” His hand coming down to cup my bare pussy. “But my girl gets anything she asks for.” His finger circles my entrance before slightly pushing in. I hissed, still sore from the bedroom. He gives me one last kiss to my mouth before he leans down to run his tongue down my chest. He pulls his hand from me and gives me one last look before stepping back and slowly sinking to his knees.

My stomach tightens and my fist clench at my sides. I whimper as I look down to see him on his knees in front of me. He raises an eyebrow as he runs his hands across my thighs, slowly nudging them open. “Is this what you wanted? Me on my knees for you?” He ran his tongue on the inside of my thigh, so close but so far to where I need him. “Me, tasting you on my knees?” His hand came behind me to turn the handle for the shower, cold water shooting out soaking both of us. I gasp as the cool water hits my skin, chilling the fire he set to my nerves. My hands going to grip and pull his hair while he stares up at me, tongue circling my clit as water continues to spray down on both of us.

“Jesus.” I gasp out as his fingers tighten on my hips as he continues to devour me. A  hand shooting out to grab the wall as the other tightens in his hair. His hand leaves my hip and brings a finger to curl into my entrance, tongue still teasing my clit. My toes curl and thighs start to shake as a burn start to blossom in my lower stomach. He pulls his mouth from me but keeps his finger caressing me. “C’mon Cal please.” I whined. I start to push his head towards me, desperate.

My ears ringing as I clench my thighs around his hand, desperate for my release. He pinches my thigh to get his attention. Chest heaving as I try to catch my breath as I look at him. “Can you hand me the Showerhead my love?” Thumb circling my clit as he peers up at me. My whole body is tight as I try to chase me release, so close.

His hand stops completely making me grunt as I gave him a look of annoyance. “I asked you a question (Y/N). Focus sweetheart.”

Keeping my eyes on him I trail my hand blindly up the wall until my fingers meet the cool metal of the shower head. With a shaky hand I curl my fingers around it and take it off the wall, handing it to him. “That’s my good girl.” With a smile and a final kiss to my thigh he turns the shower head onto me. His fingers go back to curling inside me as the water pulses against my clit. I moan loudly as the water hits me, grip tightening on his hair as he looks up at me, a second finger working its way inside of me.

I gasp as I try to find my breath, my legs failing to support me as my orgasm creeps up on me. “You got it baby, come for me pretty girl,” His fingers going faster now. “Come for me while I’m on my knees for you.” My orgasm explodes through every nerve in my body, electricity and fire spreading through every nerve. My ears start to ring as I feel myself become to weak to stand on my own. He drops the showerhead as he rises to his feet, an arm coming around my waist, helping me stand upright. Other hand coming up to to cradle my jaw.

Limbs grew weak as he kissed me, tongue invading my mouth. All I see, hear, feel, taste, is him. And I never want to stop. “You ok baby?” He whispers against my lips. I grin as I look up at him, exhaustion setting over me.

“Never better.”

[cheekysos]

Between Hate and Lust

Ashton Irwin x Plus Size Reader

Author’s Note: I plan to make this multiple parts if anyone is interested in reading more. I tried something new and included Ashton’s POV in this one so feedback is much appreciated. It’s not the best and its a little short but part two will be longer, if you even want part two. I also want to thank @petuniaisawildflower​ for letting me talk ideas and give me feedback.  I’m not writing this series to exclude any body type, shape, or size because everyone’s bodies should be accepted and celebrated. So I am very sorry if this in any way excludes anyone, that is not my intention. If there’s anything you’d like to read please leave a request in my asks and I will try my best to do it justice. If you have any feedback or ideas for part three please let me know.    

Summary: Y/N hates Ashton from school. Now they’re adults, maid of honor and best man at the same wedding, and forced to be civil.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of bullying, and mentions of sexual tension

Always a bridesmaid never a bride is exactly how you would describe your life right now. For whatever reason it seemed like everyone you knew was getting married. Normally you wouldn’t mind, you actually kind of loved weddings but right now you couldn’t help but feel cynical. You just caught your boyfriend cheating on you.

Your best friend was getting married and asked you to be her maid of honor. Obviously you were happy for her and you wanted to be a part of her special day, you just wish it wasn’t opposite of him. Ashton Irwin, the best man at the wedding and your sworn enemy since school. He was loud, outgoing and hung out with the douchiest boys at your school. Boys who were responsible for ruining many kids school experience, including your own. The group of boys mainly made fun of your appearance, specifically your weight and even though Ashton never contributed to the name calling he didn’t stop it either. You can remember on multiple occasions standing there being tormented by their words, fighting back the tears and you’d look over at Ashton, desperate for him to intervene and he’d instantly look away and stare at the ground.

You thought you had gotten rid of him once his shitty band started to take off but somehow he managed to stay close friends with groom and now you were forced to not only be civil with him for the day but walk down the aisle along side him.

It’s been about 8 years since you saw him last, in person that is. You’d never admit it out loud but every now and then your curiosity got the better of you and you checked in on him online. It was easy to do since he somehow managed to become famous. As much as he annoyed you it annoyed you even more that you found him attractive. It was obvious from the photos on google that he was starting to fill out, really finding himself and style. His arms were muscular and decorated with ink and his torso was broad and toned and shit was he talented.

When you first found out Ashton was going to be the best man you were annoyed yes but at least you had your boyfriend to fall back on but now you had no one to escape to if things got bad. Not only do you have to be a kick ass maid of honor but you also have to avoid your asshole ex and deal with your arch enemy.

Tonight was the rehearsal dinner and the first time you would be seeing Ashton. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t spend extra time on your hair and makeup and spend weeks picking out the perfect dress. You didn’t want to look good for him, you wanted to look good for yourself and to show him that you were hot and confident despite everything that was said to you at school.

You decided on a pastel pink midi dress with cold shoulder straps paired with some wedges. You pulled up to the restaurant early. You made sure to give yourself plenty of time to get there and help out anyway you could. Your stomach was in knots as you made your way inside, you hated that he could still get a reaction from you after all these years.

You walked up towards the stunning bride and greeted her with a big hug.

“You look gorgeous!” You gushed.

“Looked who’s talking,” she replied. “This is supposed to be my night.” The two of you banter back and forth for awhile until other guests start trickling in.

“I should go greet everyone. Please try to be civil with Ash tonight,” she pleaded. You made a disgusted face and sighed.

Your next stop was at the bar, there was no way you were getting through this without a little liquid courage. With a drink in hand you started to walk around the room greeting the bride’s family you recognized. You were caught up in your conversation with the flower girl and two drinks deep when you saw him.

Ashton’s POV

It felt strange being home after so long, going to a wedding where there are bound to be people from school. Like almost everyone else in the world you did things as a teenager you weren’t proud of but there was one thing you were particularly ashamed of and you would be forced to address it most likely tonight. Your friends in high school were complete assholes, with the exception of the groom obviously but he went to a different school. They bullied a lot of different kids and although sometimes you did put them in their place you never did it for her. Y/N. They picked on her more than most and one time you said something to them after she had ran off and they made fun of you for weeks saying how you had a crush on her and how you were a ‘chubby chaser.’ It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did but you were young and stupid and you did actually have a crush on her. She was kind, funny, smart and pretty. Now you’re here however many years later about to be best man beside a maid of honor who probably hates you.

As soon as you walked into the room you started to scan the crowd for her, embarrassingly you checked the brides Instagram every now and then to see if she posted pictures with Y/N so you knew how she’s grown into her beauty. While you were searching the bride and groom greeted you.

“Ash, Thanks so much for coming and being a part of our big day!” The bride greeted as she hugged you.

“Course! Thanks for having me,” you hugged her and your best friend.

“Grab a drink, mate and find your seat we’re going to get started in a bit. You’re at the big table with us.” You nod and find your way to the bar to order a whisky. While you’re waiting for your drink, you finally see her. Shit, she looks beautiful. She’s practically glowing as she stands there talking to two young kids. Her smile lights up the room and her body in that dress was enough to make your trousers tight. You were definitely staring when the two of you locked eyes. It was now or never you thought to yourself as you slowly started to walk towards her. What were you going to say? Should you introduce yourself? Or assume she remembers you? What if she thinks your a dick for assuming? You don’t want her to think you’re a conceited prick. Shit, she was even prettier the closer you got and her smell was intoxicating.

Y/N’s POV

Fuck he’s walking over and my god was he sexy. His black hair was slicked back and he was wearing fitted black trousers, a polka button up, and a black blazer. You tried to push all the nasty thoughts out of your brain, reminding yourself that you hated him. Your breath hitches in your throat as got closer.

“Hi I’m Ashton the best man,” he introduced himself as if he didn’t remember you at all. What a prick.

“Seriously?” You scoffed. “We went to the same school but I shouldn’t be surprised considering you’re a big rockstar now.” And with that you walked away. Of course he didn’t remember you, it was stupid of you to think he would.

But Ashton didn’t let it go. He swiftly made his way in front of you.

“Woah, I know we went to school together, was just tryna be polite hun,” his hand reached out to touch your arm and your blood started to boil. You instinctively pulled away.

“Oh so now you care about being polite?” You snapped. “And don’t call me hun, I have a name. Let’s do everyone a favor and speak as little as humanly possible.”

Ashton’s smile dropped and his face got red. He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off when they clanked glasses and asked everyone to take their seats. Although you were forced to sit at the same table, you were thankful it wasn’t right next to each other. You did your best to ignore him the rest of the night but you could feel his eyes on you every so often. It made you self conscious and aroused all at the same time.

Ashton’s POV

What the hell? That didn’t go how you planned at all. She wouldn’t even give you a chance to explain yourself, she instantly shot down your throat. It was kind of rude but you probably deserved it but you also deserved a chance to apologize don’t you?

You wished that the two of you were seated next to each other so you would have another chance to apologize. Unfortunately you were sat across the table from her. You didn’t mean to stare but the way her lips wrapped around the fork and her tongue traced her lips was truly mesmerizing. You mind raced with thoughts of that pretty mouth all over you specifically around your cock.

She stood up and excused herself from the table. You waited a few few minutes before you did the same, you needed another chance to apologize. It was obvious that your dirty thoughts had zero percent chance of coming true but you were hoping there was a way she’d listen to you.

Y/N’s POV

You excused yourself from the table and practically sprinted to the bathroom, you needed to get away from him. You couldn’t take those eyes on you any longer, you were minutes away from jumping across the table to either punch him in the face or jump his bones.

You caught your breath and touched up your makeup before you swung open the bathroom door revealing Ashton leaning against the wall.

He started to walk towards you, “look y/n I’m sorry about everything.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I swear I did say something to those twats once but they just started teasing me saying all this shit...”

You cut him off with a sarcastic laugh. “That must have been so hard for you, being tease that one time.” Your anger started to take control as you stepped closer to him.

“Look I’m trying to apologize but your not letting me. I’m not saying you have to accept it but you could at least be fucking civil and let me finish.” He scolded.

“You think now that you’re a big rockstar you deserve to be forgiven?” The space between you two was practically nonexistent. It took a lot for you to not attack those stupid lips of his.

“Quit fucking sayin’ that will ya? I’m gonna say what I have to say and you’re gonna stop bitching for two seconds and listen.” Ashton hissed. “Unless you need some help keeping that pretty mouth shut.”

That was it, you were practically putty standing in front of him. You wanted to be mad at him, to hate him but you were so turned on. You tried to remain your composure to form together a witty retort but as soon as your mouth opened Ashton’s index finger was pressed against your ample lips.

“I was young and stupid but it’s no excuse for not standing up for you. I knew it was wrong and I’ve thought about for years. I’m truly sorry for everything they said to you and I wish there was a way to make it right.” He removed his finger and stood back but still kept eye contact.��

  You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes, you had waited years to hear that. Your head was overflowing with so many different emotions you didn’t know what to do first. Just as you were about to say something to Ashton the two of you were interrupted by someone walking past to use the bathroom. And this time Ashton was the one walking away, leaving you standing alone in dim lit hallway with a whole lot of thoughts and feelings.

[malumsmermaid]

The Full Experience

Continuation of Car Wash frat!Cal. Picked up right where I left off as @irwinkitten was holding me to it after I said I might do this oops. Enjoy.

Warnings: smut (oral sex, love making, they’re soft y’all)

Word Count: 2k

By the time they got inside it was pouring, both of them soaked. They both giggled, Amber leading the way up to her room. She grabbed her bath towels, turning around to hand one to Calum, gasping when she saw him, completely stripped down except for his boxers as he hung his wet clothes on the drying rack next to her desk. He smiled as he took the towel from her hands, walking over to sit on her bed once he was dry, backpack left at the door.

“C’mere sweetheart. “ He stated, holding his hand out as he got comfortable, “Gonna catch a cold if you stay in those wet clothes. She nodded, slowly sliding off her shorts, toweling off her legs before shyly lifting her shirt. Calum smiled, pulling her to him, “Think we’ve got that time I was looking for earlier now, what do you say?”

She nodded, smiling as he pulled her into him, leaning in as her lips met his again.

*****

Calum’s body was warm against hers as he slowly pulled her closer, his hands gripping her shoulders as he leaned more into the kiss. Amber shifted in Calum’s lap, her hands coming to rest in his hair. They pulled apart after a minute, both catching their breath. Amber slowly ran her hands through Calum’s curls, his eyes on her as she did. The smile on his face as he took her in, holding her tightly in his lap, never faded and she was smiling back, not believing that he was looking at her like that. He leaned back in, this time pressing gentle kisses to Amber’s neck and she hummed appreciatively. “So does this mean I’m getting the full Calum Hood Experience?”

He hummed quietly, slowly looking up at her, his head still nestled against her neck. “Up to you sweetheart, do you want that?”

She smiled down at him, whispering, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He nodded, pressing another kiss to her soft skin, “Ok, we can take it slow if you want though.”

She sighed, carefully holding him closer, “Ready when you are.”

His eyes brightened as he leaned up, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. His hands moved from her shoulders to lower down her back, carefully undoing the clasp on her bra. She smiled against his lips, moving her hands from his hair temporarily to slide the straps off of her arms, allowing the undergarment to come off. Calum hummed, his hands coming up to cup her breasts, still chasing her lips as she slowly moved to lay down.

He smiled at the giggles falling from her mouth, finally letting her pull away, moving his hands to her waist as he helped her move to lay down, letting her head rest against her pillow. He gave her another peck to her lips as he hovered over her, slowly beginning to kiss a trail down her neck. His hands were on her chest again, but she let out a surprised gasp when he took one of her nipples in his mouth, teeth just grazing the skin before his tongue flicked down against it. The fingers of his other hand began toying with the other one until he swapped, giving each one the same treatment.

His eyes were on her the entire time, gauging her reaction to what he was doing, but soon his hands moved downwards, gently coming to rest on her hips. She shivered at his gentle touch, her eyes meeting his where he was resting his head on her chest. Calum gave Amber a shy grin, gently leaning down and pressing a kiss to her chest.

She thought for a moment that she saw a glimmer of admiration in his eyes, but she quickly pushed that thought far down. Amber didn’t want to get her hopes up, insecurity rearing its ugly head once again. It’s the weekend before finals week, she thought, this could be a moment of weakness, a chance for some stress relief. She had to protect herself, ignore the feelings that she had acquired as she got to know Calum better over the past few months. Besides, she needed some stress relief too if she could say so herself.

“Ambs, you okay sweetheart?” Calum’s raspy voice and gentle tone brought her back to earth, attention on the beautiful man in bed with her. “We don’t have to keep going if you don’t wanna, it’s fine.”

“It’s fine.” Amber replied, smiling, “Just been a minute.”

Calum nodded up at her, smiling as he whispered, “S’okay love, I’ve got you, just like earlier.”

She felt her cheeks heat up, smiling at Calum as he crawled up and kissed her gently. Amber sighed against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him back closer. She could feel him smiling as he deepened the kiss, hands at her hips, finally working her panties down her legs.

She whimpered as he slowly dragged a finger through her, hips thrusting upwards for more. He smiled, giving her another gentle peck, his forehead leaning against hers as he gently nudged her clit with his knuckle. Amber’s eyelids fluttered, a soft moan passing her lips, fingers threading into the curls at the base of his neck. Calum smiled at the small noise, keeping a slight pressure on the bundle of nerves as he shifted his body just slightly for leverage.

His eyes met hers, slowly easing two fingers into her as he maintained eye contact. Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, her lip going between her teeth. Calum smiled, quickly reaching up with his free hand to free her lower lip, whispering “Please pretty girl, wanna hear ya.”

She nodded, whispering “Okay, Cal.”

He smiled, leaning down and capturing her lips in his own yet again, moving his hand back down and using it to angle her hips upwards, finally beginning to expertly move his fingers in and out of her. His brow was furrowed, concentrating on how to properly take care of her. After a minute he knew he had found it when he heard Amber gasp and felt her nails digging into his bicep. He let out a groan, leaning down and pressing sloppy kisses to her neck and jaw, curling his long fingers inside her.

“Fuck princess,” Calum groaned as she pressed back against him. “Gonna be so fucking amazing for me, gotta make sure it’s just as ‘mazing for you Ambs.”

“Cal,” she whimpered, “please, I’m gonna…”

He nodded, shifting his weight on his knees as he kept his rhythm, using his fingers to bring her over the edge. He could feel her tensing around his fingers and he whispered, “It’s ok baby, let go, I’ve got you.”

He watched as she finally let herself fall, her body twitching on the mattress as she came. Calum let out a groan of his own at the sounds passing her lips as he continued to work his fingers, helping her ride it out. When he could tell she was done, laying on her back with her eyes closed as she panted, he removed his fingers from her, bringing them to his lips. He groaned at the taste, leaning back on his elbow as he cleaned them up, his eyes falling closed.

“Can…can I try?” Amber’s voice was soft, and hesitant, but he nodded, hearing her all the same.

He removed his fingers from between his lips, brushing them on his boxers before collecting the wetness that was running along Amber’s thighs, helping her lean up slightly before offering her his finger. She took it easily, tongue swirling over it, cleaning the digit expertly. Calum felt his cock twitch in his boxers and bit his lip, Amber staring up at him.

She released his finger, smiling up at him shyly before whispering, “Wanna return the favor from earlier.”

Calum nodded slowly, leaning down to capture her lips in his own, “Whatever you want, beautiful.” he rasped as he pulled away.

He stood from the bed, steadying her on her feet as she led him over to her closet door. He smiled as she stepped closer to him, pressing kisses over the tattoos on his chest, her hands on his waist, slowly working her way down. His breathing hitched as she pulled at his boxers, slowly working them down his legs.

He watched as she easily took hold of him, her eyes slightly wide as she glanced up at him. He chewed his lip, smiling at her shyly, hand reaching down to brush a stray hair from her face. He gently cupped her jaw in his hand, an unspoken reassurance passing between them. She leaned forward, tongue carefully lapping at his tip before slowly taking him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing around him as she backed off.

He leaned his head back against the door, a deep groan tearing through his throat as he allowed Amber to set her own pace. His blunt nails were digging into his palms as he felt her run her tongue over him, doing his best to hold back. “A-amber, god, fuck, don’t wanna finish yet.” He managed after the next time that she had almost completely pulled off of him.

She released him and he quickly helped her back to her feet, pressing her against the door now, hand grasping her hair as he leaned in, lips moving against hers hungrily. Amber relished in the feeling of his hands against her skin, feeling confident for the first time in a while in his hold. Slowly he began leading her back to her bed, carefully laying her down before walking over to his backpack, digging through pockets until he found a loose packet, desperately tearing the foil and rolling the condom onto himself.

He crawled onto the bed, leaning above Amber and dipping down for another kiss, this one less greedy than the last. His hands were gentle as he pulled her legs around him, slowly thrusting into her, sinking further and further until he had nothing left to give. He was still, allowing both of them a moment to adjust to the new sensation. When he finally began to move, his movements were slow, gentle kisses and softly spoken words falling from his lips as he pressed closer, hands wandering along her body.

“Please Cal,” she whined, legs tightening around his waist, trying to urge him to move faster.

He nodded, carefully shifting his grip as he picked up his pace. He shifted his body and hers, finding a new angle that had her crying out as he held her in place, groaning as she clenched around him. Calum kept a steady rhythm, managing to hold himself together long enough to make sure that she was ok. The second that he felt her reaching her high he finally let go, gasping as he finally let himself collapse against her chest as he came.

He pressed gentle kisses to her shoulder and chest as he laid on top of her, smiling at the feeling of her hands rubbing his shoulders. He slowly pulled out, giving her a kiss before crawling down between her thighs, slowly lapping at her, cleaning her up. He smiled at the soft whimper that passed her lips, slowly looking up at her as she gently pulled at his curls. He knew she was spent, nodding and carefully moving away, getting up to dispose of the condom.

Amber smiled as she watched him, carefully getting out of her bed and pulling on a hoodie and some sweatpants, quietly walking out of the room and across the hall to the third floor bathroom. Calum smiled, pulling his boxers back on along with his now dry shirt, crawling back into the bed. Amber returned, smiling as Calum opened his arms for her. Carefully she crawled in, letting Calum wrap his arms around her, enjoying the way they felt around her shoulders as he pulled her into his body.

They both laid together quietly, enjoying the other’s company. Calum was the one to break that silence, his voice soft and thoughtful, “I know there’s a version of the ‘Full Calum Hood Experience’ that you’ve probably heard of and thought was what you were getting, but I’ve got my own version, the one that I want you to have.” Amber shifted slightly to look up at Calum, her eyes wide. “My version,” he continued, “includes late night snuggles, some bad karaoke, and more of our weekly dinner dates, maybe even more often than once a week, and maybe extending beyond dinner dates, if you’re up for it.”

Amber’s eyes went wide, staring up at him, chewing her lip before whispering, “Cal, is this your way of asking me to go out with you?”

Calum nodded slowly, “It’s been a bit since I’ve dated, but with you…I just…I feel like it could be great, y’know? Like it’s right.”

Amber smiled, leaning up and giving him a gentle peck, “I’d love to get the true Calum Hood Experience, if you’ll have me.”

His face split into a grin, “Anything for you, princess.”

[irwinkitten]

Omg but Calum with a plus sized girl???? And like maybe she's having a bad body day and is just kind of feeling insecure or whatever but our boy Calum Thomas Hood is having none of it and makes sure that she knows how much he loves her and her body and wow I'm bad at prompts but ya girl is in her feels now w o w

i love u and i got a lil bit carried away

The second the door slammed shut, Calum knew something was wrong. Duke had already gone scrambling to greet you, but when he returned back to Calum, but you weren’t following, he realised something wasn’t right at all.

As your footsteps headed upstairs, he moved to the bottom of the stairs, a worried frown creasing across his eyebrows.

“Babe?”

“I’ll—I’ll be down in a bit.” He heard the hitch in your voice and he headed upstairs, fingers signalling to Duke to stay put as he ventured upstairs.

“Babe?” His voice was softer now as he approached the shared bedroom and he could hear the sharp inhales and his heart broke a little bit as he pushed open the door to find you rummaging through the drawers, clothes strewn across the floor.

“Baby?” You looked up and he could see the tears falling and you turned away, another shaky sniffled escaping you.

“Please Cal, I don’t want you to see me like this.” You got out and he shut the bedroom door.

“No. What’s gotten you like this?” 

A groan of frustration slipped from your lips and you tugged at the collar of the t-shirt you had on.

“Everything I’ve tried on feels wrong. Either its too tight across my stomach or it isn’t long enough to cover all of these fucking stretch marks and—” A sob caught in your throat and Calum’s heart sank.

“Baby.” He whispered as he stepped closer. When you didn’t fight his arms sliding around your body, hands splayed across your stomach as he held you from behind, he pressed himself against you, his head resting on your shoulder as he dropped soft kisses along the column of your neck. 

You pressed your eyes closed as he guided you to the mirror that was attached to the door.

“Open your eyes, baby.” He murmured softly, his lips right by your ear. You shook your head.

“Please don’t, Cal. I can’t.” He let his hands slide under your shirt, pulling it over your head before discarding it to the side.

“You, are a sexy mother fucker that I am lucky enough to have fallen in love with.” He murmured softly, his fingers trailing down your sides.

You pressed your lips together, not daring to open your eyes.

“My beautiful girl, with her own tiger strips that you know I love.” His fingers trailed from your sides to where you knew the stretch marks resided. You hated them, but Calum loved them, tracing them any chance he could get. 

He’d called them tiger stripes once and that had been it, he refused to call them anything else. 

“I love your belly and you know I do! Do you know how hot it is to see you riding me and you’re carefree?” His fingers moved across your stomach and you slowly opened your eyes, lifting a hand to wipe at the tears.

“And those thighs, fuck. You know that I love having your thighs wrapped around me. Neck or waist, I love it.” He teased with a small grin and you couldn’t stop the small giggle that escaped, his entire face lighting up.

“And do I need to get started and those wonderful boobs of yours?” 

“You stick your face in them almost daily.” You commented back quietly and he laughed.

“Best place to be in my opinion. Public may not agree, but they are.” And you giggled.

“And my favourite thing in the world.” He whispered as his lips brushed your shoulder. “That giggle sets my heart on fire. And I love every second of it.” 

You were melting and he knew it.

“Just, answer me honestly. Would you have looked twice had I not called you out?” And he grinned.

“Darling, you had my attention from the second I saw you. You just gave me a reason to flirt when you called my bullshit out.” And you could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks as his thumbs hooked over the waistband of your leggings, his grin firmly in place as he slowly pulled them down and you stepped out of them.

You avoided looking in the mirror, turning around so that you were facing Calum instead and you could see the look of pride in his eyes.

“I’ll get there.” You hummed and he nodded, his lips meeting yours in a delicate kiss.

“I know you will. I know it doesn’t happen overnight baby, but I promise you, that I love every single bit of you, from your feet to-” 

“My fat rolls. I know.” You chuckled. “You’re the best but you’re also the worst, Hood. And you’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Wanna help change that then, baby? We’ve got an entire evening to ourselves and honestly, I’d happily let you ravish me for the evening.” 

You laughed as you pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his thighs, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss.

“You like this view so much, so I might just be kind enough to ravish you baby boy.” 

“All I can ask for, beautiful.” 

[littledrummeraussie]

littledrummeraussie / headcanons & concepts.

latest update: August 16, 2021

headcanons tag.

ASHTON IRWIN headcanons.

handholding while having sex.

cumming.

more about Ashton's hands.

making you cum by nipple play.

don't let a single drop go to waste.

making you squirt #1.

making you squirt #2.

Ashton's birthday.

dad!Ashton and baby!Irwin. (a thread)

boyfriend!Ashton coming home to you #1.

boyfriend!Ashton coming home to you #2.

midnight fitness.

boyfriend!Ashton coming home to you #3.

sub!Ashton and toys.

sub!Ashton eating you out #1.

sub!Ashton and cumplay.

pouty, needy sub!Ashton with sexgodashton

sub!Ashton eating you out #2.

sub!Ashton facetiming you on tour.

Ashton coming out as a sub to his Miss.

some dad!Ashton discussion.

Christmas time with Ashton.

dad!Ashton comforting his kids.

Ashton taking care of you when you're sick.

Ashton's love languages.

giving a massage to Ashton.

Ashton reacts to one of the other guys becoming a dad.

a possible threesome with Ashton and another member of 5SOS.

dad!Ashton being obsessed with your bump.

size kink with Ashton.

Ashton pinning both of your hands down.

Ashton dating a plus sized person.

dad!Ashton homeschooling the kids. with replies by fuckyeah5sostakemehome

soft morning with Ashton.

couch cuddles with Ashton lying on top of you.

cumming preferences with Ashton.

favourite positions.

silent sex with Ashton.

riding Ashton.

apologizing after an argument.

talking during sex.

what Ashton likes being called. (preference)

what’s Ashton like before tour.

kissing with Ashton.

thoughts about waiting after marriage.

Ashton dating a witchy girl.

gentle touches with Ashton.

celebrating your anniversary with Ashton.

Ashton's reaction(s) to you getting pregnant.

the signs you give each other in public.

begging Ashton to be gentle/rough.

watching porn together.

Ashton dating a certain bodytype.

blowjob background picture on Ashton’s phone.

on your knees for Ashton.

listening to music together.

forehead kisses.

holding hands.

watching the stars.

cuddling.

hugs from Ashton.

simply being together.

soft, lazy cuddles.

how to relax a tired & moody Ashton.

dressing up as a sexy elf.

wrapped in a Christmas ribbon.

mistletoe kisses with married!Ashton.

naughty times by the fireplace.

world’s best dad.

some nipple teasing.

cologne, tummy nuzzles (1) & dick sucking. (2)

Ashton in bed.

vlogger!Ash.

soft, gentle and peaceful touches.

letter boards.

wearing Ashton's Superbloom shirt.

Ashton in blue jeans.

Ashton being a tease post-vacation.

robe sex.

dad!Ashton: Lottie's dance recital.

sitting on Ashton’s face while he jerks off.

Ashton telling you how pretty your pussy is.

smut/nsfw abc.

CALUM HOOD headcanons.

Calum making you beg for his fingers #1.

Calum making you beg for his fingers #2.

Calum eating you out from behind.

POLY!CASHTON headcanons.

first time with Cashton.

poly!Cashton teasing you in public.

heat of the moment threesome with poly!Cashton.

relaxing by the pool with Cashton.

Cashton cumming all over your face.

CONCEPTS.

night of the hunter.

when i run out of blue (give me red instead).

just like heaven. / before i leave this world.

pretty little lies. / any way the wind blows.

combative.

sunsets on leaves.

little moons and stars.

getting fucked in crotchless panties.

poly!Cashton getaway.

[mulletcal]

spicycal’s masterlist

Updated: June 22, 2020

🍆 - smut 🥺 - fluff 💓 - request  😔 - angst

Fics: Calum Hood:

If Walls Could Talk (CEO!Cal): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Ashton Irwin:

Potential Childhood Friends to Lovers fic? (WIP)

One Shots:

Calum Hood:

When Did You First Know? - Origin story of Mama & Cal from my twin universe (3.9k words)  🥺

Blurbs:

Calum Hood:

A Sunday Kind of Love  🥺

Take Care  🥺

Behind the Scenes 🍆

Light Outside  🥺

Reader & Cal are clumsy and Reader is injured  🥺

Cal helping Reader relax after anxiety build up  🥺

Reader helping Cal “blow off some steam”  🍆

Bench Pressed Kisses (Dad!Cal)  🥺

Make Up for All of Your Tears (Dad!Cal)  🥺

Fathers Day (Dad!Cal)  🥺

“So... The baby’s fine.”  (Dad!Cal)  🥺

“You really are your father’s daughter.” (Dad!Cal)  🥺

“I can feel them kicking!” (Dad!Cal)  🥺

“Stomach bug?” “No... Morning sickness.” (Dad!Cal)  🥺

“Where did you put your blankie this time?” (Dad!Cal)  🥺

Too Hot to Handle  🍆

Sundress Seductress  🍆 (in collaboration with @talkfastromance4, find her part here)

Self Care Night  🥺

If My Heart Had a Voice (bisexual/aromantic!Cal)  🥺

Good Morning  🍆

We Do It the Best  🍆

Ashton Irwin:

Words with Friends  🥺

Scrabble (a continuation of Words with Friends)  🥺

Triple Word Score (third and final part to WwF & Scrabble)  🍆

Flowers, Maybe Daisies, Might Relieve the Gloom (Gardener!Ash)  🥺

“You are perfect, my little love.” (Dad!Ash)  🥺

“How many coffees is that?” “You try having a toddler who refuses to go to bed.” (Dad!Ash) [Part 1 | Part 2 ]  🥺

Family Feud

Attention  🍆

First Word - Single Dad!Ash  🥺

Don’t Stop   🍆

Ashton and Binx origin  🥺

“You’re important too.”  🥺

Be Good  🍆

No Shame  🍆

Michael Clifford:

Michael kissing Readers’ stretch marks (Plus Sized!Reader)  🥺

“Do I look okay?” “Good enough to eat.” (Vampire!Michael)  🥺

“Did you have a bad dream?” “Uh huh.” (Dad!Michael)  🥺

“If they don’t stop crying in a minute I think I’m going to start.” (Dad!Michael)  🥺

“So the baby is fine, I need you to know that.” “What did you do?” (Dad!Michael) 😔

Same  🥺

Worth the Wait  🍆 🥺

Luke Hemmings:

Well Holo There  🥺

“One little shoe, two little shoes.” “I think I want another one.” (Dad!Luke)  🥺

Fic Writers Event:

works that i’ve written for the fic writers event, you can find the masterlist for the event linked below.

Get What You Give, Give What You Get (SugarDaddy!Cal)  🥺

Greased Lightnin’ (Cashton!Mechanic)  🍆

First Round Masterlist |

Discussions:

Anything related to the boys that other people have written in to talk about! Dad!Sos

[hollandsmushroom]

Hey, could you do a plus size smut with Calum Hood, where the female reader loses her virginity, but Calum is definitely not a virgin. And she's worried/insecure that she's not good enough, but that's not true and he makes her feel special/really good!!

Ok, cal would be so tender and kind with this. Sorry it took me a fucking year to write this

You were no stranger to spending the night at Cal’s house after the two of you had gone out tight the boys, but this time was different, this time the both of you were dead sober but still couldn’t keep your hands off each other. The air in the cab home seemed thick with anticipation and love, his hands running up and down the entirety of your body. As soon as you stepped through the threshold of the house, Cal gently pushed you back against the door, fingers slipping up and underneath the hem of your dress as he kissed and sucked gently at the sensitive spot just below your ear. The two of you had never head sex before, sure you had been intimate but nothing to the level it felt that you were going. You pushed him away from you, fingernails gently pressing into he tan flesh beneath his shirt. He broke away from kissing your neck, looking you in the eye but you quickly averted your gaze, ducking under his arm that he had placed on the wall to support himself and walking quickly to the kitchen. He followed behind you in silence, watching your every move to see if he could tell what had changed.

You reached up in the cupboard and grabbed a cup, pouring water into it and drinking it down quickly. You turned around, leaning back against the counter as you looked at him, he looked confused and anxious. The silence hung heavy, nearly ringing in your ears as you watched him open his mouth to say something but change his mind and close it quickly, he cast his eyes to the floor and scratched at the back of his neck.

“What if I’m not good?” His eyes immediately snapped to your figure, you looked small and shaken.

“Good at what?” He furrowed his brow when he spoke, stepping towards you, resting his hands on your hips

“Sex” you mumbled, burying your face in his chest. His chuckle vibrated through your cheek making you pull back and look at him again.

“You’re worried about having sex? I thought it was something a lot more serious!”

“Cal, this is serious” you made a move to walk away but he caught your wrist gently in his hand, spinning you back into his chest. He stared deep into your eyes, brushing some hair from out of your face.

“If it’s you, I don’t think the sex could be bad, I don’t care if you’ve never had sex before, it just means we will have to do a lot to get even better,” he smirked, leaning down and brushing his lips against yours. You reciprocated, pressing your lips against his to deepen the kiss, his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing to signal for you to jump so you did. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, he walk you to the counter, setting you down gently, never breaking the kiss.

You pulled back from the kiss, your chest heaving from the depth of the kiss. Your fingers traced over his shirt, catching on the buttons, slowly unbuttoning them until his shirt fell open, your bent down, kissing over his tattoos, running your tongue over his nipples and gently biting at them before leaning back. He grabbed your hand, pulling you off the counte and walking you to the bedroom. He stood you at the end of the bed, his lips returning to your neck as he stood behind you. Hands tracing your hips up the your shoulder, running gently over your shoulder until he found the zipper to your dress, dragging it down and fulling the dress from your shoulders.

You turned around in his arms, looking into his deep brown lust filled eyes, he but his lip as your boobs pressed against his rib cage, exentuating your cleavage. His hands yet again found their way around your back, unclipping your bra skillfully and letting your breasts free. He pushed you dow onto the bed, kissing you gently on the lips before working his way down your jaw, between your breast’s before stopping, his soft lips clamping around your nipple and sucking, playing with the other one between his fingers. Your breath caught, your head throwing back as you arched your back into his face, he switched nipples and your reaction was the same. He pulled back once he was done with the second one, moving down to between your legs and looking up at you from his place.

“I love you, Y/n, so much and I just want to worship you, is that okay?” He asked, his finger dragging its way through your clothed lips, a gasp caught in your throat.

“Yes, Cal, please” you cried as he pressed harder on your clit.

“Good” his response was quick but his actions were slow and adoring. He tugged down your panties, kissing his way back up your leg before reaching your dripping core. His fingers spread the lips slowly as he followed with his tongue, settling on your clit, tracing the bundle of nerves with skill. His actions sent a jolt through your body, his fingers played at your entrance, looking up at you without pulling away, his eyes asked from approval and all you could muster was a quick nod of the head. His fingers slid into you, curling up into the spot just behind your pubic bone, your hips bucked against his face but his tongue stayed with you, flicking the bundle before leaning in farther and starting to suck.

You felt yourself loosening and relaxing, a ball of fire growing rapidly in your lower abdomen and you knew it was only moments before it overflowed.

“Cal, I’m, im cumming,” you cried, hand reaching down and tugging on his hair as he worked you through the orgasm. When you finished he pulled away, you laid there with eyes closed as you heard rustling, opening them slightly to find a nude Cal before you, rolling a condom onto his painfully hard dick. He then positioned himself above you making you fully open your eyes, connecting your gaze with his.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, searching for any sense of hesitance.

“I’m sure, Cal” you affirmed p, reaching your had up and brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“Okay” with that, he slowly eased himself into you, stretching your walls and causing a tear to fall down your cheek, he paused when he saw this but the pain was already morphing to pleasure.

“No, don’t stop, feels good now” you were barely able to form words, the feeling of him inside making both of you feel closer the ever. He nodded, slowly starting to move his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a casual and careful pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling jhim in to you, jutting your heel into his ass to encourage him to go faster, and he complied.

You knew you resent going to orgasm, your body not quite used to the feeling, but god did it feel good. Your chest arched into his as he sped up yet again.

“God, Cal, you feel so good!” You cried

“Y/n!” Was all he could muster as his abs started to clench, knowing he was nearing his peak, “Y/n, I’m gonna cum!” He moaned into your neck as he reached his high, a string of expletives leaving his lips as he slowly came to a stop, pulling out of you and discarding the condom.

“That was amazing, Cal, best sex I’ve ever had,.

“It’s the in,y sex you’ve ever had, but I have to agree, it was amazing,”

“Yeah, best sex I’ve ever had because it’s the only sex I’ve ever had, but I guess by that logic it’s also the worst sex I’ve ever had,” his head snapped up, eyes shooting daggers playfully. “I’m kidding,” you giggled, leaning into kiss him as you lay in bed together.

[calummichaelfics]

Calum Thomas Hood has no fucking business being that damn ATTRACTIVE like wtf Calum let me breathe Jesus 😭🤚🏽

[cheekysos]

The Maori Protector | Calum Hood | Bodyguard!AU x Plus Size Reader

Author’s Note:  Please be kind this is the first time I’ve written in like two years. Also I’m not writing this series to exclude any body type, shape, or size because everyone’s bodies should be accepted and celebrated. So I am very sorry if this in any way excludes anyone, that is not my intention. If there’s anything you’d like to read please leave a request in my asks and I will try my best to do it justice. Depending on the response I plan to make multiple parts of this.

Summary: Y/N is a famous plus sized actress and Calum is her bodyguard.

Warnings: Swearing, breaking and entering, and some light sexual comments

  From a young age you were always bigger, bigger than the girls your age and most of the time even the boys. It made your childhood rather difficult and usually pretty emotional. In spite all of those hardships the only thing that brought you solace was acting. It gave you courage and confidence, even if it was only temporary. Which brings you to now, you had stuck with acting, getting a few parts here and there, usually the stereotypical funny fat friend but then you got your big break.

  You couldn’t believe that you were finally cast as the lead; a part that had nothing to do with your size and given the timing of the world it just worked out and people loved it. Your schedule was filling up and you were more popular than ever. But with all that good brings a lot of bad as well, which is why your manager had insisted on hiring you a personal body guard and wasn't taking no for an answer.

“I don’t know Carl, I still don’t see why I need a body guard.” You poked, aimlessly scrolling through your phone while Jane continued to curl your hair. You were about to make your first late night television appearance and were trying to keep your mind on something other than your nerves.

“We’ve been over this. People are starting to show up to places you’ll be at and paparazzi these days have no boundaries. It’s for your own good.” He sighed, the two of you have had this conversation multiple times already. “I interviewed like 20 dudes for this, I promise he’s the best of the best. Just please play nice.” He teased before walking out the door. It’s not like you were a mean person or anything just guarded more than anything and rightfully so. You can’t look like you do and work in show business without having some trust issues.

   Jane finished up your hair with some hairspray, “you’re all set. Go get changed you’re on in ten love.”                                           

   “Thanks. Looks great, like always!” You beamed looking at yourself in mirror before walking into the green room bathroom. You squeezed yourself into your beige spanx tucking and adjusting your lumps and bumps. The dress you and your stylist decided on was a deep red ruched midi length dress with off the shoulder 3/4 length sleeves. It hugged your body in all the right ways and still managed to leave something to the imagination. You paired the dress with black strapped heels and a small gold necklace. You stepped out of the bathroom, your back zipper still open, “Jane can you zip me up?”

As you lifted your gaze your eyes landed a large figure standing between Jane and Carl. His tall frame and broad shoulders were covered in a crisp black suit. You were way too caught up in how incredibly good looking he was to remember the fact that your backside was still exposed. You probably wouldn’t have noticed Jane zipping you up if it wasn’t for her cold hands.                                         

“Y/N, this is Calum Hood. He’s your new head of security,” Carl said. You could feel your cheeks flush as you made eye contact with him. His massive hand reached out to shake yours, you obliged taking note of the ink adorning his hand. Your mind started to wander, thinking of other parts of his body that might be cover in tattoos.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/L/N,” his accent catching you off guard yet again.          

 “Please just Y/N,” you said softly. He nodded in acknowledgment.                          “We can go over specifics later,” Carl interrupted. “Y/N it’s time to go.” He ushered you past Calum.

   Despite your best efforts to focus on the interview you couldn’t help but think about the gorgeous brooding man waiting backstage to protect you.

   It had been over a month since Calum started working for you and let’s just say it’s been a challenge. Every day you spent with him made it harder and harder to stay professional, you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones, but Calum was most of all a professional. He kept your conversations always about you and work. You tried so hard to get something from him; a lingering glance, a morsel of personal information, even a smile but have yet to be successful. Which is why you were trying so hard to stay professional, he clearly wasn’t interested and you respected that and a small part of you wasn’t surprised. Just because you were a successful actress doesn’t mean weren’t insecure and today was just one of those days.                                                  

    If your mind was going to choose a day to be in a funk at least it chose one where you can stay at home cuddled on the couch with a glass of wine and a pint of ice cream while watching an unhealthy amount of rom-coms. You got up from the couch to fill your glass when you heard something like pounding. You weren’t exactly a paranoid person but living alone in a fairly decent sized home and the three glasses of wine didn’t exactly help.  You paused your movie, listening just to be sure. You heard the pounding again this time louder, making you jump. Your fuzzy sock clad feet slid across the hardwood floor and grabbed your phone . The pounding started again, this time by the windows in your dinning room. You scurried into the bathroom and locked the door. You weren’t even really thinking when your fingers started to scroll through your phone book and landed on Calum’s name.             

   Four rings and he answered. “Hello?” His voice was soft and made you forget about your current situation for just a second.

  “Y/N? Is everything okay?” He questioned.    

  “Y-ya-yes it’s me.” you stuttered. “I - uh didn’t know who to call. I’m home alone and someone’s pounding....I don’t know if it’s a joke or if....”           

“Where are you?” He cut you off. His voice was different now stern and concerned.                  

 “In the bathroom. I locked the door.” your hands started to shaking.                         “Good. Stay there until I get there.” You heard his car start. “Did you call the police?”

    How could you not have thought of that first, he’s going to think you’re crazy, you thought to yourself. “No I...I wasn’t sure who to call”

 “It’s fine I’ll call them right no...” he was still talking when this time you cut him off.

  “Please don’t hang up.” Tears started pooling in the corners of your eyes. Your brother always teased you for being so over dramatic.

  “Okay... then I need you to text Carl tell him what’s going on and that I’m on my way to you and you need him to call the police. Can you do that for me.” His voice was steady and calming. You did as you were told almost immediately. Calum kept quiet on the other end until you told him the message was sent.

“Good. I’m almost there, few more minutes. I’ll probably make it there before the police. When I get there I’m going to...”

CRASH. They shattered a window.

You couldn’t help letting a scream escape before you covered your mouth, tears flowing down your checks now.

“Y/N! What happened?!” He yelled.

“They broke a window I think.” You quietly sobbed. Your hand covering your mouth and phone as an attempt to be as quiet as possible.

“Fuck!” You heard the sound of what you assumed to be Calum beeping the horn. “It’s okay turn the light off in the bathroom and stay quiet. I promise I’m almost there.”

 The rest happened so quickly. Before you knew it Calum was at your house smashing the remaining bits of glass and jumping through the window. He ran towards the bathroom calling out your name. You unlocked the bathroom door and wrapped yourself around his toned torso, silently sobbing into his chest. 

  He held you until the police arrived. He led you to the front door, his massive hand laid across the small of your back. He unlocked the front door and conversed with two officers while an EMT took you aside to check on you. You were fine of course just shaken up, they wrapped a blanket around you and gave you a glass of water to calm down. Another officer took your statement but you didn’t have much to tell.

You sat on your couch watching Calum intently. You couldn’t hear anything they were saying but that didn’t stop you from watching his plump pink lips move. You just realized Calum was in street clothes - black athletic joggers, a plain white tee, and Nike’s. Fuck he’s so hot and shit his hand was bleeding. You also noticed you were right...he did have more tattoos and they were glorious. By this time the Police officers picked up something put it in an evidence bag and handed it to Calum. His face dropped as he looked at it. What was it? Was he sad or angry? Calum and the officer approached you.

“Miss Y/L/N I’m Officer Callaghan. It looks like the only person to enter your home was Mr. Hood. Someone did however throw this through your window. He held out the object. It was a brick with ‘kill urself fat cow’ written on it in chalk. You didn’t everything you could to fight back the tears.

“It was most likely stupid kids, just a prank.” The officer explained.

“That’s not a prank that’s a threat.” Calum snapped. It was anger. He was definitely angry and honestly it was kind of a good look on him.

“Of course.” Officer Callaghan responded. “While Mr. hood gets his hand looked at I’ll have someone board up your window so you’re homes secure until you can get someone to come fix it. Do you have somewhere you can stay tonight?” Callaghan asked.

Maybe Jane? Carl was out of town and you really didn’t want to bother any of your friends. Maybe just a hotel.

“My hand is fine and I’ll take her wherever she wants to go,” Calum spoke.

You didn’t mean to zone out again but you did. Thank god Calum was there and dealt with everything for you. Your mind kept wandering back to the brick. Could someone really hate you that much just because you looked the way you did?

“I spoke with Carl, the window is boarded up and everyone’s gone. Just tell me what you need.” Calum sat next to you in the couch. His cut hand rested on his lap, covered in a paper towel.

“You really should have let someone look at that.” You said faintly.

“I’ve survived much worse.” He joked.

And that’s when you finally saw it. A quick subtle smile and shit he only got more attractive. You ignored the blood rushing to your cheeks, shrugging off the blanket wrapped around your shoulders before you stood up.

“Come with me.” You led Calum into the bathroom, just now realizing how ridiculous you probably looked - fuzzy socks, a massive hoodie, cotton shorts and hair messily twisted into a bun on the top of your head. At least you shaved your legs.

You got the first aid kit out of the cabinet, Calum leaned against the sink and offered you his hand. You carefully removed the paper towel to find multiple cuts in between his knuckles, his beautiful brown skin stained with dry blood.

“You really should have had this looked at by professionals. I think you might need stitches,” you meticulously started to disinfect the area, completely aware of Calum’s big brown eyes watching you.

“I-uh I’m really sorry this happened to you tonight and what they said I.... It’s not..” he sighed. “They’re cowards, scum honestly.” He winced slightly when you started cleaning the largest cut.

“People are entitles to their opinions. And like you said earlier I’ve survived much worse.” You joked, hoping Calum couldn’t pick up on hurt in your voice. But he did.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it but don’t try to justify their behavior or anyone else who’s mistreated you.” His voice was steady and calming again.

Dammit. Why was he like this, so perfect. It was becoming increasingly difficult to stay professional. Your body and heart ached for him. What were you supposed to say to that? You didn’t know so you changed the subject.

“Thank you for everything. I’m sorry I dragged you into all this.” You finished applying antibiotic ointment on his wounds before covering them with gauze and securing it with an ace bandage.

“It’s my job to keep you safe,” he cleared his throat. “Thanks for cleaning me up.”

So professional. Why couldn’t he just accept payment in the form of sexual favors.

You offered a half smile and nodded in acknowledgement as you cleaned up.

“Where do you want me to take you?” He questioned.

“I don’t know I’ll probably just stay here, like the police said it was just a prank.” You shrugged and turned on your heel to walk out of the bathroom.

Calum’s hand reached out for yours, turning you back to him. “You’re not staying here. It’s not safe and this wasn’t a prank, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

Your headstrong gene wanted to argue with him but his eyes looked worried and his voice was so sincere. Not to mention the fact that your hand was still intertwined with him and you were practically putty right now. His hand was soft, with the exception of a few callouses on his fingers.  

  “Ok..I can go to...a uh hotel,” you didn’t want to go to a hotel and you most certainly didn’t want to be alone but you lied.

Calum’s hand slipped away from yours, “if that’s where you’ll feel safe.” He replied.

“I won’t feel safe there. But the only place I think I’ll feel safe right now is with you.” Who knows what possessed you to blurt out the truth all of a sudden but you instantly regretted it. “I know you’ve already done way too much and I’ll make sure Carl compensates you for all your trouble but if you’ll just indulge me a little longer...You could stay in my guest room or I’ll pay for a room for you.” You tried to navigate yourself through this shit storm you’ve created so you could still stay with Calum but also be professional.

“Don’t be ridiculous, spending time with you is compensation enough.” He reassured. “And it’s no Ritz Carlton or anything but you’re more than welcome to stay at my place.”

Screw being professional.

[rosesfromcth]

Rosesfromcth Masterlist

Calum Hood

Too Hot (frat boy!Cal x Y/N- y/n hates calum purely for the reason that he’s too hot and calum wants to change that, enemies to lovers) #collegecalum #fratboycalum #enemiestolovers

Cocktail Chats (fluff Burned before, Calum wants to show the world his love for y/n) #drunkcalum

Get Your Own Jacket (fluff-Calum warns you to bring a jacket in case it rains, but you are too stubborn to listen) #boyfriendcalum

The Breakup (angst-in which, Calum and y/n break up in order to avoid hating each other) #sadcalum

Kiss Me (fluff-it’s your wedding day and time for your first dance with calum) #groomcalum

New Years (fluff-Calum surprises y/n with a cute night in on new years) #boyfriendcalum #cutecalum #holidaycalum

Something’s Wrong (angst with some fluff?-y/n is struggling and calum begs her to open up to him) #supportivecalum

Comfy, Sleep Shirt (Calum accidentally ruins y/n favorite shirt, how does he make it up to her? mundane life w cal) #boyfriendcalum

Scratch my itch. (Fluff-Calum is clinging but y/n has an issue she needs a hand with) #clingycalum

Ashton Irwin

Play It Again (Fluff- Ashton meets y/n in a cute little bar after a concert) #meetcuteashton

New Years (fluff- date night in with ashton) #holidayashton #cuteashton #boyfriendashton

Crashing Coffee Cups- 1, 2 (fluff-y/n works at a radio station, and Ashton ruins her favorite blouse by quite literally crashing into her and her coffee.) #meetcuteashton

Luke Hemmings

The Middle- 1, (fluff-y/n is a fan and somehow stands out to luke at a meet and greet. slow burn, slow updates) #fanstoloversluke #friendstoloversluke

I Need You (angst-y/n is struggling with luke being on tour and like surprises her) #supportiveluke

My Girl (fluff-luke and y/n have been seeing each other for awhile, but he’s leaving on tour soon. what will they do?) #softluke

Valentine (Plus Sized Reader) Fluff-Luke meets y/n, a plus sized model, at a party where she doesn’t quite recognize him. make out sessions?) #meetcuteluke

Michael Clifford

Play With My Hair

Shawn Mendes

Spill Your Guts(Fluff-Famous reader X Shawn Mendes. James corden tricks Y/n into dating shawn maybe?) #softshawn

Birthday, blurbs and other random

-roselukes birthday smut

Drunk party time with Calum

Puppy Love with Calum request

Best friends to lovers with calum request

Marry Me (cth/Happy birthday Hannah!)

[malumsmermaid]

Car Wash-frat!Calum

I had this idea a while ago, abandoned it, and recently it came back to me, so here it is.

Warnings: Smut

Calum Hood x Plus Sized OC

Word Count: 2.5k

Amber slid her t-shirt over her swimsuit after having applied plenty of sunscreen and stepped into her nike workout shorts. She knew they didn’t cover much more of her thick thighs than her bathing suit did, but she felt better with them on. One of her sorority sisters knocked at her door as she was tightening her shoelaces, alerting her to the fact that everyone was getting ready to meet in the front yard of the house to so they could meet the brothers at the library, where they were having this year’s charity car wash.

She sighed, glancing over to her desk, covered in flashcards stacked on top of her textbooks. She’d much rather go sit out in the backyard by the pool and study for her finals than stand in the library parking lot in her bathing suit. There was no way out of it though, especially considering she was the one who suggested who they should donate the money to this year, the same shelter she was volunteering at with a few of the brothers. She just hoped that once the presidents announced the groups that she would be able to just spend time under their tailgating tent, playing with the adoptable puppies that would be there to represent to people where their money was going.

She sighed, rising from her bed to make her way down from her third floor bedroom to the front lawn. Both ahead of and behind her she could hear the sound of flip flops on the stairs, and she hummed. While her vans would certainly be soaked by the end of the day, she figured she’d prefer wet socks and shoes to the possibility of twisting her ankle due to her feet sliding around on the wet foam of her flip flops. She shook her head as she walked out the front door, quickly finding Jasmine, her best friend who had convinced her to join the sorority in the first place two years earlier. They stood there talking while they waited for everyone to find their way outside before piling into the cars to go to the library. Amber ended up in the middle seat in the back and she did her best to make herself smaller, not wanting to take up too much space from the other two girls, pressing her knees together and squeezing her arms into her sides. Fortunately the ride was quick and they all piled out, pulling buckets and soap from trunks before forming a large clump in front of the library with the brothers. They all listened intently as Andrea and Chad listed off the different group types, one group of two for playing with the puppies, a group of three for the car check-in station, and four groups of five for the actual car washing. Amber was antsy as everyone got listed off, Jasmine grouped with her on again off again boyfriend in the first car wash group. Soon it was just Amber and four of the brothers left for the final car wash group.

She hummed, smiling over at Luke and Michael, the two she was often on shifts with at the shelter. They both threw their arms over her shoulders as they walked over to the fourth car wash lane. Calum and Ashton were hanging back, talking to each other quietly as they walked. She’d hung out with them some as well, Ashton was nice to hang out with when her friends went off to do other things at parties and tail gates when it got to be a little much for her. Calum was usually there with Ashton during the parties, plus he volunteered at the animal shelter too. His schedule was slightly different from Luke and Michael’s so Amber only saw him there once a week, the one night where she had to be there for the evening rounds. She always enjoyed those nights, they were the most she had interacted with him since joining the sorority. He always had fun playing with the dogs out in the yards and she loved hearing him coo at all the animals as he fed them and worked with them. This past semester they’d switch off getting each other dinner after their shift ended. She’d been enjoying getting to know him better and all, but part of her couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else there.

She’d heard rumors from her sisters that he was a drifter, he didn’t really get in too close to anyone he was involved with. But the things she’d learned from Calum himself made her question some of the things she’d heard about him. Often times she’d shake herself out of thoughts of how she would respond if Calum actually asked her out for a date. Her self consciousness would take back over, reminding her of what she looked like, what she’d look like next to him. She doubted she was even his type and barely considered it again until the next time they were at dinner again, Calum’s laugh filling her ears as she talked about what had happened in class earlier that day.

The thoughts were back again as she and Luke filled the buckets with soap and water, waiting for their first car of the day. She glanced over the rim of the bucket and saw Michael and Calum throwing wet sponges at each other as Ashton pulled up in the first car, his own. Luke grinned at her and they each grabbed a bucket, walking over as Ashton killed the engine, climbing out and pocketing the key. “Treat her well.” he joked, earning himself a spray from the hose Luke had just picked up.

The boys all giggled, the group of five getting to work as the line of cars started to grow. They fell into an easy rhythm as the morning went on. Michael ended up spraying Calum down to the point that he had to remove his soaked tank top, exposing his golden torso. She continued working side by side with him, only taking the slightest glance his way from time to time. They were finishing up the last car in their line when truck with a massive lift pulled up behind it, caked in mud. The truck bed held a flag, the fabric reading off the colors of the rival frat. Luke drove off to park the last car, Ashton, Michael and Calum standing with their arms crossed as the filthy truck pulled forward. The other frat’s president jumped down from the truck as soon as the engine cut off, smirking at the group. He tossed Michael the keys, saying, “Figured I’d make this little car wash worth your while. Think Hemmings is tall enough to reach the tops of the windows and roof so you don’t have to pick her up.”

Amber looked down into the filmy soap water, her cheeks heating up at the boy’s comment. The men were all silent for a moment, Michael and Ashton staring in shock until Calum spoke up, “Think we can handle it from here, mate. How about you head on in and study for the physics final, actually pay attention to your tutor for once so maybe you don’t fail.”

Amber slowly looked up, Chris’ body was stiff as he took a few steps towards Calum, fists clenched. Calum just stared him down until the brunette who had been in the truck as well gripped Chris’ wrist. “He’s right. Let’s go.” she stated, her gaze hard as she stood her ground.

Chris scowled, spitting towards Calum before turning and following her. Calum shook his head, grabbing the hose from the ground as Luke came running back over, “Fucking cunt.” he muttered under his breath, “C’mon, let’s get this thing shining.”

They worked together, managing to get the truck clean as the other group that was still working finished their car too. Calum grabbed the keys from Michael, turning to Amber, “Hey Am, want to help me make sure I don’t hit anything while I’m parking this thing?”

She nodded, climbing up into the passenger seat. She watched as Calum’s thumb tapped against the steering wheel while he searched for an empty spot. He easily pulled the truck through two empty end spaces, putting it in park, but leaving the engine running. “Guess you didn’t need me.” Amber joked, chewing her lip.

Calum shook his head, reaching across the console. “Just needed a reason to have you come with me, though I probably would’ve needed help if I didn’t find this spot. Are you ok?”

Amber stared, eyes wide before whispering, “Yeah, not anything I hadn’t heard before.”

Calum frowned, reaching out and taking her chin in his hand, “Shouldn’t have to, love, you’re gorgeous.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek. “Was thinkin’, we should get him back, maybe show this backseat how a woman should be taken care of…so I just…wanna ride my face?”

Amber balked, eyes fluttering as she scrambled, “Are you, are you sure? I mean, I—“

Calum cut her off with another kiss, this time to her lips, “‘M sure if you’re sure, what do you say?”

She was flustered to say the least, but she managed, “Yeah, I—let’s do it.”

Calum grinned, climbing over the console into the backseat of the truck, taking Amber’s hand and helping her over, she fell onto his chest with a soft, “oof,” blush creeping over her face as he giggled, kissing her again. She smiled again his lips, giggling back slightly as she pulled away.

He smiled up at her, whispering, “Didn’t think we’d end up like this in this sort of situation, had ideas, but that asshole pissed me off too much, made me abandon them. C’mere Amber, we gotta do this quick, promise I’ll make it up to you later, when we don’t have people waiting on us, so I can actually ‘preciate you.”

She smiled at him shyly, leaning down and giving him one last kiss before she felt Calum’s hands, gently puling at her shorts and swimsuit bottoms, sliding them down her legs. She sighed against his lips, carefully kicking the bottoms off of her ankles, Calum humming. “God I wish we had the time I wanted.” He whispered, hands grabbing her bare hips, pulling her forward.

She sighed, slowly moving as he guided her body to hover over his face. She got comfortable, chewing her lip once she was done, Calum’s breath warm on the inside of her thighs. “Ready?” he whispered, placing gentle kisses to her thigh.

Amber took a deep breath, whispering “yeah.”

She had thought she was, but as soon as the word passed her lips, Calum’s were on her, his tongue flattened against her clit as he carefully pushed a finger into her, as though he had done this hundreds of times. She gasped, hand reaching, grasping the nearest headrest as he slowly began thrusting his finger in and out, his lips sucking at her as he did. “God Cal,” she whimpered, fingers finding their way into his dark curls.

He hummed, Amber looking down at him, his eyes closed, eyebrows pulled together in concentration. She shook from the vibrations he’d just sent through her and he quickly reached up, free hand supporting her as he inserted his second finger, both digits curling up. She moaned loudly, fingers tightening in his hair and she felt him smile. He sped up his pace, continuing to alternate between darting his tongue out to flick at her clit and wrapping his lips around the bud. He could feel her shaking above him and pulled his fingers from her, smirking as she whimpered his name again. “Ssshh, I said I was gonna take care of you.” he whispered, wrapping his arm around her before pressing the pad of his thumb against the bundle of nerves, roughly moving it back and forth. “Let go, Amber, know you’re almost there.”

She shivered, pressing down against his face as his tongue circled her entrance. His tongue entered her and not long after she felt herself coming apart. He groaned, fingers digging into her flesh as he worked her through. He cleaned her up with his tongue, continuing to support her until he pulled away, shifting to hold her to him. “S’perfect.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She sighed against his lips, tasting herself on him. He smiled, carefully helping her cover herself again. “You got Dr. Brewer for mythology too, right? Think I need some help mapping The Hero’s Journey for Persephone and Hades, wanna help me study? I’ll get us some lunch after I drop you off, meet you at the pool.”

She smiled, “Sounds nice.”

Calum beamed, carefully helping her down. “Walk in front of me while we return this key though.”

Her cheeks turned red, but she nodded, letting him hold her as they walked across the parking lot. Once they’d reached the library doors he had his arm around her shoulders, walking next to her. He dropped the key in the bucket with the others that had been used for the car wash. He scanned the lower floor of the library, humming before turning and walking back outside. They walked to his car, conversation flowing easily as he drove back to the sorority house. He dropped her off, running across the street to change. Amber went upstairs, changing as well, gathering her books and making her way to the patio table.

Ten minutes later, Calum joined her, carrying food in his hands, backpack over his shoulder. She smiled, clearing a space among her notes. He smiled, setting out the food and sitting across the table. She was happy to help him study, both of them going back and forth on quizzing the other on the vocab and themes of the major myths they’d gone over that semester.

The sky slowly grew darker, clouds moving in on them, but neither of them noticed until a few raindrops began falling. They both scattered, shoving everything into Calum’s bag before running across the patio to the sliding door. By the time they got inside it was pouring, both of them soaked. They both giggled, Amber leading the way up to her room. She grabbed her bath towels, turning around to hand one to Calum, gasping when she saw him, completely stripped down except for his boxers as he hung his wet clothes on the drying rack next to her desk. He smiled as he took the towel from her hands, walking over to sit on her bed once he was dry, backpack left at the door.

“C’mere sweetheart. “ He stated, holding his hand out as he got comfortable, “Gonna catch a cold if you stay in those wet clothes. She nodded, slowly sliding off her shorts, toweling off her legs before shyly lifting her shirt. Calum smiled, pulling her to him, “Think we’ve got that time I was looking for earlier now, what do you say?”

She nodded, smiling as he pulled her into him, laying back as her lips met his again.

[irwinkitten]

champion | c.h

pairing: boxer!cal x plus sized oc notes: first off, thank u to my lovely @calpops​ for making this moodboard for me. (eve ur the best). secondly, this has been a work in progress for literally months. pretty sure i sent a first draft idea to @cakesunflower​ and it’s only spiralled since then. thank you to everyone who has had sneak peeks and supported me as i wrote this beastie of a fic. i was gonna have smut but then i decided i couldn’t be bothered to write it lmao but i hope you all enjoy this fic regardless. I lowkey fell in love writing Arienne and I hope you all love her too. word count: 14k (will i ever not write so much, the answer is probably no.) warnings: mentions of violence

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Ari had never been one to leave her comfort zone when it came to trying something new.

She would do what she could and then either abandon whatever idea she’d had or ditch out first chance possible. The only problem was, she couldn’t ditch out tonight because the one person who said they’d stick around, abandoned her the first chance possible, finding himself the seats with a girl he barely knew. And she was surrounded by people who were loud, obnoxious and quite simply put, terrified her.

She found herself being shepherded to one of the closed off areas by the boxing ring and watched in awe as people didn’t bother to check her ticket or ask who she even was. 

“Ring side seats girlie, don’t worry ‘bout it.” One of the managers-she’d assumed-told her when she tried to explain that she wasn’t with anyone who was partaking in the match. So for once, she decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth and watched as the spectators started to get more amped up for the match. 

More than once, people side-eyed her, a few questions being yelled at her. 

“Hey big girl, who you with? Because we’re pretty sure you ain’t here with the boxers!” Ari felt her face flush in embarrassment as she tried her hardest to ignore those remarks. But it was difficult when it caused more than a few looks to be sent her way.

The-assumed-manager stepped up.

“She’s here as a guest with me, shut the fuck up before I take you for twelve rounds myself.” The sneer on his face seemed to do the trick as the comments died down then and he turned to Ari, a smile on his lips. “I hope you don’t mind, I think that way you have a credible reason being here. I’m Ashton by the way.” Ari couldn’t believe her luck.

“It’s not like they’re yelling things I haven’t already heard. But thank you. I’m Arianne. Ari for short.” Ashton slung his arms across her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. 

“Well they’re fuckin’ assholes. You here to cheer on my boy?” At his question, he watched as she seemed to take on a sheepish look.

“This is my first match I’ve ever seen. My friend, Paul, he got these tickets saying it was a birthday gift for me, but I know better. He ditched me the second some pretty little blonde wanted his attention.” She explained softly and Ashton frowned.

“I’ve barely known you five minutes doll, and I wouldn’t want to ditch you if I took you out for a treat on a day that’s meant to be your day.” Ari shrugged.

“Used to it.” The explanation had Ashton sigh before muttering under his breath.

“Well doll, looks like you’re about to get the best birthday treat. My fighter is Calum Hood, he’s against Darren Tarkston. And how about afterwards, since your so called friend ditched you for some little thing that ain’t gonna want him after she got what she wants, we take you out for a celebration?” 

And even with how he worded his request, Ari had a suspicion that he wasn’t about to take no for an answer. And he watched as she scanned the crowd, a hard look crossing her face before a sigh left her lips.

“Fuck it, yeah. Sounds like a better birthday than I’ve had in years.” And Ashton beamed at her a the ref stepped into the ring.

The first opponent was called out, the crowd yelling their approval as he stepped into the ring. Ari watched as he seemed to flex a bit too much, his eyes taking in the crowd that had been briefly lit up and a smirk on his lips.

“Show off.” She scoffed quietly. Ashton heard and didn’t bother to hide his laughter.

“He plays up for the crowd, but he’s sly. Cal is holding onto his title, but this kid could very well knock him down.” Ashton explained as the crowd died down once more.

The second that Calum’s name was called out, Ari cheered with the rest of the crowd, but the crowd was going absolutely nuts. And she could see why. 

He was handsome. Toned body that came with the job territory, tattoos and a smirk that made her own lips curve up as she yelled her support with Ashton. 

By round three, it was obvious to her at least, what Calum’s tactics were. Whilst Tarkston favoured over kill, trying to get as many punches in to cause a KO, Calum hit hard and fast, but sparsely. 

As they crept closer to the final round, Ashton went over to give words of encouragement to Calum, clearly saying something that caused Calum’s dark eyes to where Ari stood, a wide smile on her lips. His own twitched in response before muttering something in return to Ashton who beamed and she overheard ‘knock the fucker down!’ from Ashton before he returned to her side.

“He good?” The crowd was gearing up, getting louder in anticipation.

“Yeah, he’s looking forward to celebrating this win and your birthday. He loves a good reason for a party and a birthday celebration is always a favourite of his.” This had made Ari laugh as the bell rang and she watched as he seemed to gain a second wind.

She flinched away from the punch that he’d landed which she was sure broke Tarkston’s nose. But they kept going. For a second, it looked like Calum was going to hit the floor, but then he recklessly shot himself forward and Tarkston hit the floor. 

The bell rang again and the crowd erupted into screaming chaos, Ari joining in as Ashton wrapped his arms around her in joy.

“He fucking did it! Knew he could! C’mon, you’re with me till the place clears out.” And before Ari could argue, Ashton had taken her hand in his and was pulling her through the walkway towards the ring to collect Calum.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” Ashton yelled as Calum descended the steps and seemed to throw his weight onto Ashton. “C’mon bud, we need you upright till we get to the back. I promise we’ll be going out.” The promise was enough to help Calum keep his body upright and momentum forward. 

He’d barely acknowledged Ari and she half smiled at the sight. She couldn’t blame him, twelve rounds with a fighter who clearly knew his stuff? Ari was impressed that he was still standing upright. 

As they reached the changing rooms, Ari slid to Calum’s other side, watching as his body sagged. He glanced at her, dark eyes frowning as she shifted his arm over her shoulders and then he remembered Ashton’s words before the knockout round.

“I bet you’d pack a punch on the wrong guy who tried to chat you up.” Were the first words that left his mouth and he wanted to hit himself. But she laughed softly as they finally got him to his area, setting him down on the bench as the rest of the team started to flood the room. A hand reached out, roughly grabbing Ari’s shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be back here ya cheap nasty.” The british accent threw Ari for a loop as she stumbled and Ashton’s hand seemed to shoot out from nowhere, steadying her from falling flat on her face.

“This is why you’re on your last warning Terry. You don’t fucking listen. I told you that Ari was with me, but no, that bit of information didn’t have big tits or a scrap of fabric covering her cunt.” He snapped and Ari watched as Terry flushed a dark red, his eyes dropping to a scowl.

“It’s not like I assumed she was a groupie. Too much of a fat fuck to be one of those.” The room went very quiet and Ari let out an exhale. 

“Cal, you know what you said earlier, as we were coming through?” Ari called over her shoulder, eyeing Terry carefully who didn’t seem to care as he stepped closer to her. 

“Hood is in no condition to come to any of your rescue.” Ari caught Ashton starting to move and she smiled at him, the smile disarming both him and Terry.

“That wasn’t what was asked of him.” 

“I remember what I said, doll.” At this, Ari’s smirk seemed to widen in amusement, the change in demeanour making Terry glance around. As he looked up from her eyes, over to Calum, her arm pulled back before snapping forward. There was a satisfying crunch followed by a variety of yells as Terry stumbled backward, shock on his face before he hit the floor.

“That attitude of yours won’t get you any kind of woman, big or small. Next time, ask me who I am fucking with before you decide to lay any kind of hand on me and be glad that I only broke your nose.” Ari stepped away, knowing that she was most likely about to get into trouble.

What she didn’t expect was a round of applause as Calum started laughing whilst he was being checked over. She could feel her heart racing in her chest as she looked up and found herself being met with a smug grin from Ashton, a beaming one from Calum and looks of awe from the rest of the team. 

“He’s had it coming to him for weeks. We had bets that Cal would be the one to knock him down, but you didn’t even hesitate.” One of the team members with ‘TRAINER’ printed on the sleeve of his t-shirt muttered. 

It took another minute before a noise escaped from him and Ashton had already sat Ari next to Calum, indicating to the medic that she needed to get her knuckles checked over ‘just in case’ he’d said. The medic didn’t argue, however as he finished up with Calum, a smirk on his lips as he moved to Ari’s giggling figure, he made sure to take his time, especially when Terry began making noise about not being seen yet.

“Ladies first, dirtbag. Also consider this your last match with Hood.” Ashton’s authoritative voice cut through the whining, Terry falling silent as he scowled at the floor.

“What, gonna hire the pity party?” Ari raised an eyebrow, snorting at the remark.

“Heard that one before, try again.” The few that had scowled at Terry for the comment, stared at Ari in shock. This girl who they’d barely met, and they already loved her.

“What about fat piece of job thieving shit?” Ashton opened his mouth to protest the comments, but Ari held her free hand that wasn’t being examined, up.

“If my weight is the only insult that you can come up with, maybe I knocked that second to last brain cell out, leaving you with one to try and think of a reasonable insult. I’ll kindly fucking remind you, I’m almost certain I gave you that broken nose. I will not hesitate to ruin this good medic’s work and give you a pair of black eyes to match.” 

Calum full on lost it, his arm wrapping over Ari’s shoulders as he laughed, half leaning on her as a hand gripped his bruised ribs. Ari immediately felt bad, knowing that he’d already taken a battering that night. She felt her phone buzz. She ignored it.

“Ashton, if you don’t hire her, god damn I’ll fuckin’ marry her.” The medic finished up with her hand, the light bandage wrapped around her knuckles. 

“No more bare knuckle punching, ma’am. If you want tips, talk to the guy who’s turning into a hyena.” This made Ari grin as Calum’s arm tightened a little bit more, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll teach you how to do a knockout punch.” 

“I’m gonna hold you to that, Hood. But you need to recover first.” He scoffed before taking in the almost stern look on her face and it was only a second of hesitation before he nodded his head. 

“Deal.” Ashton’s jaw dropped in shock.

“Ari, what magical power did you just use? Because Calum Hood always argues about needing to train, even when he’s battered up and in pain. But he didn’t fight you.” Calum flipped off Ashton as Ari raised an eyebrow, a few members of the team nodding at Ashton in agreement.

“It was the magical persuasion of deal making. He’ll get to teach me, but only if he recovers.”  

Calum beamed at her in return before his eyes turned to the medic helping Terry up to his feet. 

“I’ve done what I can, but you need to head to the hospital to get the nose set in place before it starts to heal wrong.” That was when the unintelligible complaining started and soon disappeared as another team member hustled him out of the changing room.

“So now that both myself and Ari have been patched up, how about that celebration? A birdie told me there was a birthday as well.” Calum’s eyes landed back on Ari who laughed. 

“Considering that birdie wasn’t even stealthy when he told me the plans before your knockout round, I’m fine with it. I—I don’t—I’m not really dressed for clubbing though.” Ari found herself growing a lot more warmer as Calum eyed her outfit, his eyes trailing from the dark wash skinny jeans that she wore, over her curves, taking in the loose top that wasn’t tight but it hinted at some shape to her waist. 

“We aren’t clubbing. We’re heading out to a restaurant first and then we’re heading to mine for a house party in celebration.” Ashton explained and it settled the decision for Ari almost instantly.

“C’mon, you can’t turn this down, not after knocking Terry out like that.” The trainer called out and Ari giggled.

“When you put it like that...” She trailed off, earning a collective cheer as the guys each introduced themselves as Calum disappeared to shower and change. They all peppered her with questions about her age, what she did for a living, if there were any boyfriends on the scene.

Her heart sank at the reminder.

“I thought there was one... He brought me here today and well, he told me he had feelings for me but---” She sighed. It wasn’t unusual for men to do this to her, she’d played that rodeo so many times, but it still caused the dull ache to appear in her chest, the wounds from childhood never truly healed.

“Well we’re going to make this the best damn birthday ever. And I think we’re going to have to keep you on the team, even if you knew nothing about boxing before stepping into the venue.” Ashton teased, making Ari giggle.

Calum was paused around the corner, his heart lifting at the sound of her giggle, his own mind escaping him. He’d always protected his heart from vultures, gold diggers and those that wanted the reputation of being the cause of his anger. 

His lifestyle wasn’t always the best, but since the consecutive hold on his title, things were looking up and he knew that the girls would come in their droves for a chance to sleep with him. But this girl, barely known to him for less than twelve hour and he knew that he was smitten with her.

She’d held his attention in ways those other girls wished they could. And despite what rumours circulated around him, the only other person to know his type was Ashton. And Ari fit his type perfectly. Her laughter broke through his mind once more and he made his way around the corner.

“What joke did I miss?” 

“Ashton’s look when I told him that I won’t tell him my wiley ways.” Calum smirked at that and Ari could feel her chest flutter. 

“He’s always been a drama queen, don’t mind him doll. However, I’m ready for some food and celebrating. We heading out?” 

The team had already swapped their clothes around whilst he’d been getting changed, and Ari found herself situated between Ashton and Calum, her eyes watching as they got slightly rowdy as they entered the nearly empty venue, only the last of security and cleaners were there now. 

As they exited, it seemed that people had decided not to linger in the cold.

“Ari!” The familiar voice made her heart sink as Paul sauntered over, a smirk on his lips with a visible hickey showing as well as the red lipstick stains.

The team had already moved ahead but paused when they’d heard the new person of their groups name get called out. Both Calum and Ashton eyed him warily, knowing that this was the person that she’d likely spoken about in the changing rooms.

“C’mon baby, we’ve gotta get back. I need to drop you off and then I’ve got Jazz coming around later.” She could feel the tears stinging her eyes. He claimed he had feelings for her, yet all these girls were throwing themselves at him and he wasn’t stopping them.

She’d had enough.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m actually being taken out for my birthday, y’know, the day you said would be special but turns out you tried to fucking ruin?” His eyes widened almost comically as he finally took note of the two people she stood between.

“You know they don’t want you around, it’s likely a pity party for your birthday. C’mon, I’ve got a spot on the way home saved just for you.” And she could feel her chest ache. How she liked him, she couldn’t understand.

“Pity party? Is that all I’ll ever be in your eyes? Someone to pity because no one will date the fat girl? Am I a pity fuck because no one else will touch me? I can’t believe I even admitted to having feelings for you.” The disgusted look finally seemed to comprehend in his mind and she watched as a flash of panic crossed his features.

“You know that ain’t true baby, I really do-”

“Don’t you dare say those words!” She hissed, tears burning in her eyes. God, she hated the fact that her anger made her cry. But she was hurt. 

“Fine then, want me to be honest? Yeah, I flirt with you because no one else would. I slept with you as a fuckin dare but you weren’t a bad lay. I kept you around because I knew that if I couldn’t get anyone, you’d be more than willing since no one—”

For the second time that night, Ari’s fist pulled back and snapped forward. 

For the second time that day a body hit the floor, his hands cradling his face as he yelled, watching her in awe and fear.

She stepped forwards but two sets of hands stopped her as she felt her chest rip in half.

“I’m the best goddamn thing the world has fucking seen and you threw that right to be my friend away. Don’t text me, don’t talk to me, don’t fucking show up to my home ever. You’re a piece of shit and I honest to fucking god wish I’d never met you.” She sneered out at him, her tears falling at an alarmingly fast rate.

Calum and Ashton were gently pulling her away, surprised at the little resistance they face considering she seemed ready to launch on the guy only moments before. 

The quiet conversations between the other team members helped bring her back to reality a Calum sat her in on the edge of the trunk of the medic-Carl’s car, his fingers taking the unbandaged hand and eyeing it carefully as the trainer-Todd, held up his phone flashlight so he could see properly in the dark.

Ari could feel her tears, but she was past the point of caring. 

“Fuck my win, we’re celebrating you tonight.” Calum finally hummed from his spot next to her. Her eyes snapped to him in shock and he grinned. “You not only knockout two guys, but you helped my manager fire the biggest pain in my ass and it’s your birthday. I’ve won enough matches to know it’s the same kind of celebration. Fuck that. I’m celebrating your birthday.” 

“It means people can’t fawn over him is all.” Ashton supplied playfully and Ari gave him a tearfilled smile in return.

“He has you guys to do that already.” Came the weak response and it triggered off a round of laughter, Calum’s pout at her only making it funnier, which had set off her own giggles as she used her free hand to wipe the tears from her face.

“Can I trust you not to go punching anymore people now?” Carl gave her a stern look and she flushed in the darkness. 

“Yeah. I didn’t mean to, but at least I didn’t punch him with the one already bandaged.” She pointed out and Carl shook his head at her in amusement as he packed away his kit.

“You can ride with me, doll.” Calum murmured softly when she realised they were all grouped around various cars.

“Sure.”

“Ash, you gonna ride with me?” 

“More like I’m driving the fucking car. Get in the backseat, dumbass.” Ari laughed as he pouted but handed over his car keys and slid into the backseat. Ari sat in the front with Ashton and soon they were driving through the city.

“I was going to call the restaurant to amend the booking, since we lost Terry, but we picked up our girl here so the numbers should be okay. I know that Kenny called ahead and warned them that it was a rowdy bunch celebrating a birthday.” Ashton’s eyes flickered to the windscreen mirror before looking over to Ari. “I hope that’s okay with you?” 

“Too late to ask me that, Ashton, since I’m already in the car coming out with you guys.” Ari half grinned and Calum snorted.

“I’m more than okay with it. I’d rather celebrate her birthday instead of the fact I knocked someone out.” His tone was excited and Ari turned her head to see the beaming grin on his lips. 

It was quiet conversations between the three of them as Ashton pulled up to the restaurant and Ari could feel her insides churn as she spotted photographers lurking in wait. Ashton followed her gaze and a sigh broke from his lips, drawing her attention from the paps to him.

“Cal, you’ve got two options, mate.” A groan escaped from the backseat. 

“What are they?” 

“Either we let Ari head in first, I know the guys are probably inside already.” Ari understood then what they were talking about. Was it worth getting spotted with an unknown girl, and the headlines that could potentially follow?

“Fuck it. Ari, stick close to me.” Calum finally muttered and Ari could feel her hands trembling as he slid to the door on her side and climbed out. She followed suit and immediately there were flashes and calls of his name.

“Hood, how was the fight?”

“Calum, who’s the piece on your arm tonight?”

“Hood is she a good lay?” 

“Fuckin’ vultures. Keep your head down low Ari and if they try to grab for you, don’t hit them.” 

Ari’s hands trembled and Calum wrapped his arm around her shoulders, lifting his middle finger up towards the cameras as they walked to the restaurant doors. Ashton was behind them, his own middle fingers up as they got to the doors of the restaurant and Ari pulled the door open, ducking inside fast.

Once both Calum and Ashton were in, she took in low deep breaths, both sets of eyes concerned as he pulled herself together.

“Just get me a drink and I’ll be fine.” She finally muttered and Calum smiled, pulling her into the main area of the restaurant. 

It wasn’t hard to miss the group they were with, the loud chatter coming from the large table. Once the three of them joined, there were yells of ‘happy birthday’ in Ari’s direction and she laughed as they settled down and orders for drinks were made.

“Okay, so tonight, yeah I kept my title. But I’ve got enough of those. Celebrating this beauty’s birthday though? Not enough titles in the world to hold a candle to this girl. She knocked two guys flat out and still coming out.” Calum hollered over the noise and Ari found herself flushing as the group laughed and toasted her with a cheer.

The conversations as they ate, ranged from any possibility of taking Calum’s title off him, to where she worked. They then started discussing the future matches with possible competitors as well as the upcoming title matches he had. 

Whilst there was a loud debate going on between Calum and the team, Ashton leaned his arm across the back of Ari’s chair, capturing her attention immediately.

“When I said about hiring you, even though you knew nothing about boxing, I wasn’t kidding. I need a girl who knows numbers. That was Terry’s job. He was an ass, but he was good.” His voice was loud enough for her to hear, but quiet enough that it didn’t break into the current debate.

“What numbers are we talking. Tax figures and payroll of betting?” And Ashton chuckled.

“Bit of both. We like to know if people are feeling the underdog or rooting for him. But it’s entirely up to you, doll.” 

“I’ll consider it. I’m good with numbers, don’t get me wrong. But you’ve gotta think of his reputation right now.” Ashton scoffed.

“Calum’s never cared for his reputation.”  Ari bit her bottom lip to stop the words she felt were too personal for someone she’d met less than twelve hours ago.

Ashton noticed this and sighed.

“Be honest, please.” 

“He might not, but I’ve barely known him for six hours and I already do. I can already see the headlines that are going to come from those photos with me, let alone the news flooding out that I’m now on the team. People won’t take me seriously because there will be assumptions that I slept with him for the job.” Her words were rushed and quiet and Ashton paused before nodding.

“If I find a temporary fix, say for the next season run, will you give me an answer by then?” Ari nodded.

“I can do that.” 

When the group reached Ashton’s place, the party seemed to be in full swing. People were still congratulating Calum on his win and he shrugged it off as he pulled Ari into the kitchen.

“C’mon doll. It’s nothing like college parties.” The tease had made her laugh a lot more than she’d intended, but he’d insisted on her drinking whilst they ate, since Ashton was driving. 

After pouring two shots out, clinking glasses and downing them quickly, chased by a swig of beer, he hooked his arm over her shoulders, keeping her tucked into his side as he began to make his rounds through the people. 

The second anyone asked “who’s the chick tonight then?” Calum would promptly thank them for coming to the party and move on to the next person. Ari felt confused by that behaviour until he actually introduced her to someone.

“Luke! This is Ari. She knocked down Terry and her, what was he, a fuck buddy?” He turned to her and felt a twinge in his gut when her face twisted at the label.

“I guess. Thought what we had was more, but it wasn’t.” She shrugged before shaking Luke’s hand.

“It’s her birthday, so we’re celebratin’ that too.” Calum called over the music and more yells of ‘happy birthday’ rang through the air from the people that had heard Calum’s words. Ari laughed as she drained the last of her beer.

“Nice to meet you birthday girl, you gonna stick around for breakfast in the morning?” Ari shrugged and Calum frowned at that.

“Don’t know. Don’t wanna gatecrash anything.” Luke snorted at that and Calum laughed.

“You knocked Terry out, I’m amazed Calum didn’t propose on the spot to you.” Calum flushed. “You’re part of the group now, Ari. You’re gonna be coming to breakfast with us.” Luke smirked, his eyes flickering to the grin that Calum wore once she nodded in acceptance.

Leaning closer, under the guise of pulling her in for a hug which she obliged with, he spoke loud enough for her to hear, but softly enough that Calum missed it completely.

“You might not understand it now, but don’t worry, we’ll have your back.” The confusion must have showed because Luke grinned when he pulled away.

“Like I said, don’t worry. Anyway, Cal you’ve still got rounds to do.” And with that, Calum had his arm hooked around Ari once more and he was pulling her with him as he greeted people.

Luke’s words made sense the following morning. Her face was plastered across online tabloids with headlines that ranged from curious to downright insulting. 

Her hangover wasn’t as bad as she’d suspected it to be, but when she pulled herself from the guest bedroom that Ashton told her to stay in, the world began to spin and she sucked in a deep breath to quell the nausea. 

“If you need to throw up, bathroom is the door to your right.” She shook her head before clamping her lips shut. 

Ari made a hasty getaway from Ashton as she stumbled into his bathroom, the contents of her stomach reappearing in the toilet bowl. 

A warm hand rubbed between her shoulder blades and she appreciated it as her stomach rolled. 

“Too much alcohol?” 

“Tabloids.” She finally whispered and Ashton made a noise from the back of his throat that was more disgusted than anything. 

“Fucking vultures.”

When she made it downstairs, pouring herself a glass of water, Luke and Calum were already up and sat in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling about what’s been said, Ari?” Calum questioned and she shrugged.

“It’s stuff I’ve heard before. But, seeing it plastered over various sites, it’s frightening.” Luke shot her a sympathetic look.

“Looks like you’re with our group now, regardless.” And the shy smile he received in return made him grin as they began to plan for breakfast.

—

From that first day, Ari found herself submerged into Calum’s life. He was quite protective of her especially, despite knowing that she could easily handle herself. 

But having her approval of his actions and words wasn’t something he sought out. But he knew she appreciated them. 

Whenever a new article popped up because they’d gone out for a night out, there would be seven more with quotes from him redirecting the conversation away before straight up telling them to stop prying into her life just because he was her friend.

The media nearly had a field day when he’d slipped up in an interview and talked about the night they met. It was a moment where he was so impressed that he was speechless. What she hadn’t expected was him being honest enough and admitting that he’d spoken the words “if you don’t hire her, I’ll marry her.” 

That had been a very bad month. 

Ari had switched off every notification for her social media, the influx of comments which disparaged her weight, her life. She felt like she was under a spotlight and it burned sometimes. 

Calum hadn’t realised how bad it actually was until he’d made the decision to visit her unannounced. 

Lifting his fist, he knocked harshly on the door, hoping that Ari would hear over the music that was blasting through her home. 

“C’mon Arienne, what are you playing at?” He muttered quietly as his fingers tried the handle. When he found the door locked, concern flooded him. 

Using his spare key, he got into her house and immediately tossed his keys onto the side cabinet and headed upstairs. That was where the music was the loudest and he’d bet against himself that she’d be there. 

The problem with betting against himself meant that there was no satisfaction at being right. 

Pushing open the door, he froze at the sight of glass scattered along the carpeted floor. Very carefully he stepped in and noticed that the full body length mirror had been shattered. 

Then he heard his name. 

“Cal!” His alarm spiked at the sight of Ari sat against the wall, an empty wine bottle next to her with shards of glass surrounding her. 

Then he noticed the blood on her hands and he had to stop himself from flipping out. Then he really studied her face. 

Tears were rolling down her cheek, her bottom lip wobbling as he approached her slowly. 

“Ari, sweetheart. What happened?” 

A fresh set of sobs escaped her lips and Calum found himself more alarmed as her head tilts back, hitting the wall with a bit of force.

“Fucking people. Sayin’ such shit and makin’ me feel like I’m a kid. Don’t they think I look in the mirror everyday and find everything about me that I hate?” Her words were slurred, barely put together, but Calum could get the gist of it. 

He knew that the media tabloids had been particularly brutal towards her, especially after they were photographed a couple of nights ago.

“And then it felt like all I could see was their words and I didn’t wanna see them any more, and I broke the mirror but it’s made a mess and it hurts to clean up.” Calum moved over, crouching next to Ari, and she looked up to him, her eyes rimmed red as tears continued to fall down her cheek. “I just wanted them to stop.” 

It took everything in Calum to not cry at her words. 

“C’mon sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up and I’m pretty sure there are some episodes of Good Omens on.” He helped her up, making sure not to touch where her hands were cut, instead grabbing her forearms and pulling her up.

Ari didn’t protest as he led her away, heading to the bathroom. He made her sit on the toilet seat, stopping her from wiping her face with her hands more than once.

“Trust me, you do not want blood all over your face sweetheart.” She stared at him, the tears still falling but she nodded anyway, allowing him to clean the cuts that the shards had caused before wrapping her hands up.

“I’m no Carl, but you don’t need stitches. I think that can do for now, don’t you?” His tease earned a weak smile from Ari and he didn’t even hesitate to take her hands, placing soft kisses against her bandaged palms.

It didn’t take long to get Ari downstairs and she doesn’t even protest when he forced her to sit on the couch while he cleaned up the glass.

That was when he found another two empty bottles of wine and he realised how drunk she had to be for this to happen. The Ari he knew would have protested far too much and argued that she was okay. 

Then her words hit him again and it felt like a gut punch when he realised that she didn’t see herself the way that he saw her. 

Thankfully the blood on the floor was minimal and it was easy for him to clean. Years of getting blood on his clothes had taught him how to get blood out of fabric.

By the time he’d returned downstairs, Ari had switched the TV show over and he could see there were more tears. So he settled next to her once the glass shards were in the bin and the cleaning products were away.

She didn’t fight his embrace as he pulled her into his side and she allowed herself to cry, every emotion just flooding past the barriers she always held up. 

“I’ve got you sweetheart. I promise.” Calum whispered into her hair.

He wasn’t too sure how much more time had passed, but Ari’s sobbing had slowed down to the point that it was just her breathing and he realised that she’d fallen asleep. Shifting her so that her head was resting on his lap, Calum couldn’t stop himself as his fingers traced small patterns on the back of her neck, fingers occasionally tracing her face before returning to her neck.

He was angry on her behalf, to see her so broken. It was a shock for him but it hurt him to see Ari so downtrodden.

His phone went off and he checked the messages, realising last second that the whole intention of coming around to see Ari was to bring her out to one of Ashton’s house parties.

Snapping a photo of her, he sent it to Ashton.

‘Not leaving her. She broke down in tears, so I’m staying with her. Have fun tonight though dude.’

Thankfully, Ashton understood and didn’t tease Calum too much. Calum knew he’d get more ribbing from Luke at one point, but he was content to just spend the night like this. 

Part of him knew that he was in deep with her, but by this point, he was beyond caring. He knew this woman inside out and it only made her more endearing in his eyes.

When Calum woke up next, he hadn’t realised he’d fallen asleep, but they’d shifted in the night.

Ari was pressed into the back of the couch, her arm around his waist. He knew that he was on the edge, but it was the most comfortable he’d felt in weeks. 

“Please tell me this is a drunken dream.” She finally whispered and Calum laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“‘Fraid not princess. But don’t worry, that was actually the best night of sleep I’ve had in weeks.” His voice was quiet, raspy. And she giggled before burying her face into his chest, a groan escaping her lips.

“I shouldn’t have drunk that much. You didn’t have to deal with that.” 

“Don’t care. You needed a friend. It’s a good job I dropped by when I did.” A sigh escaped her lips as she just held him close, and his own arm was thrown over her waist, fingers tracing her lower back gently.

“Thank you Cal.” She finally whispered and he smiled.

“Anytime, princess.” 

After that, Calum was definitely more affectionate with Ari. And she didn’t complain, but she often sent him confused looks when his head was turned. But she loved the attention that he gave her, because the way he looked at her, it made her feel invincible.

Before long, Ashton had convinced the two of them to come around for a quiet get together. It was only the team at Ashton’s, a couple of beers in the garden in the sunshine. 

“So Ari, anyone you got your eye on?” Luke teased, a smirk growing on his face as he watched her eyes dropped to her lap before she looked up once more, shaking her head.

“No chance Hemmings. You’re not getting that info from me.” And he snorted out a laugh in return.

“C’mon. If you wanted a piece of me, all you have to do is ask.” And he and Ashton exchanged grins as they watched her press her lips together, rolling her eyes at the two of them.

“You’re cute Luke. But you’re like a string bean. I feel like I’d snap you in half if I straddled you. But you do have the blond locks in your favour. So that’s something.” The group laughed as Calum returned, his brows furrowed for a moment before Ari threw him a questioning look. 

He met her gaze before grinning, shaking his head slightly, indicating he was fine before rejoining the conversation, ignoring the pointed looks from his best friends as the conversation turned away from potential crushes. That was a territory that they did not need to know about. 

—

Ari had never been by herself to the gym where Calum trained. It wasn’t a place where she was most comfortable, but Calum hadn’t come back to her place like he was supposed to, so she’d headed over to the gym, knowing he’d be there.

The gym looked empty when she arrived. Swiping the keycard for entry, after getting persuaded by Calum to join up, if only so they had a place to train, she made her way to the sound of a punching bag being repetitively hit.

As she entered the open hall, Ari leaned against the door, watching Calum as he continued his attack on the punching bag, muscles defined as he went through the routine.

“I can feel your eyes on me.” He called when he paused, his head resting on the punching bag. 

“You didn’t arrive when you said you would. So I decided to drag you back to mine, kicking and screaming.” She sauntered forwards and he finally turned. Her eyes didn’t waver from his face, despite the temptation to do so, and he could only chuckle.

“It was either gonna be you or Ash. Alright, let me shower and change, doll.” He closed the distance, leaning down to place a soft kiss to her cheek before he continued on to the changing rooms.

Ari let out a soft breath of air once he’d gone through and her hand raised to touch the skin his lips brushed.

She knew he liked her, but part of her consistently told her that it was a ruse, that he couldn’t like a big girl like her.

She waited by the door of the gym, smiling as he came out, a fresh tank and sweats.

“C’mon handsome. It’s movie night before we head out on the road trip tomorrow.” She grinned as he slung his arm across her shoulders once they were out of the gym and the dark cool air swept over both of them.

He couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw her car parked next to his.

“I’ll see you at yours then, gorgeous.” He squeezed her shoulders before heading into his own car. He waited until she had peeled out before following her.

There was a part of her mind that was telling her that he was just having her on, that he wasn’t interested in her. And it made Ari feel even worse than before because she knew that when it came to Calum, her heart would beat faster every time he showed her any kind of affection. 

As she peeled into her driveway, she made her way into the house just as Calum pulled up, so she left the door open for him.

Once the slam echoed to the kitchen to let her know that he was in the house, she held up a beer for him, making him laugh as he entered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“That’s my girl.” The casual comment had Ari blushing as she shoved him from the kitchen in return. Silently, she prayed that she wouldn’t completely give herself away with her reactions.

Once the film was going, Calum had shifted so that instead of sprawling his feet across Ari’s lap like normal, he’d let his head rest on her thighs and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. 

“Comfortable there, kind sir?” Her words were a tease, trying not to let herself freak out. 

“Comfiest thighs in all the realm.” He shot back with a cheeky grin and she rolled her eyes. 

As the film drew on, she found herself running her fingers through his hair, a noise of appreciation escaping Calum’s lips as his body seemed to mould to the sofa. 

“Love it when it’s just us.” Calum murmured softly. Ari couldn’t help but watch how his face relaxed as he turned so that he was looking up to her. 

The temptation to kiss him was overwhelming. She clocked as his eyes met hers before drifting down to her lips and she could feel her heart hammering in her chest. 

She hasn’t realised that she was leaning forward until he was centimeters away and she could count each eyelash if she wished to. 

“You’re so damn beautiful.” His words were a breath and Ari could feel the heat rush to her cheeks. 

Before she could utter the words, a soft ‘kiss me’ on the tip of her tongue, the doorbell went off and they jolted away. Calum’s head fell back into her lap before she hurriedly moved him so that she could answer the door. 

She missed him breathing out a soft “fuck” as she did so. 

Opening the door, Ashton and Luke were stood there with wide grins. And just in that second she wondered if they knew how close she’d been to kissing Calum. 

“Why are you at my house? We don’t leave till tomorrow.” 

And that was when she noticed their bags in their hands and she groaned. 

“We figured it’d be easier if we started off already here.” Ashton explained and Ari sighed before letting them in. 

She heard Luke exclaim Calum’s name and her eyes met Ashton’s. He cocked an eyebrow and despite the fierce blush that appeared on her cheeks, she shook her head and shut the door. 

The following morning, once the two cars had been packed, they waited for the others to show up. She knew that a handful of their friends would be making their own way later on, so once it hit eleven, the third car pulled up and she was greeted with the familiar faces of Carl and Richard, making her grin as their girlfriends exited the car and pulled her in for a hug before they could reach her.

“Not like we’ve known her longer.” Carl snarked making Ari giggle.

“I’m another female. We gotta stick together on this road trip so we don’t fall into any idiotic plans the shared braincell between the lot of you comes up with.” Ari retorted, earning playful scowls as they made sure they had everything packed.

She realised that her stuff had been placed in Calum’s Cadillac. She ignored the look that Ashton gave her as she got in, the shouts hollering around her as they pulled away making her laugh. 

The silence wasn’t so awkward between the two of them, at least, not until Ashton shouted at the two of them to behave and Ari’s cheeks went bright and Calum groaned. The noise sent her chest into a flutter, briefly wondering if he was embarrassed at Ashton trying to insinuate something. And her anxiety skyrocketed.

Calum noticed the way her hands nervously tapped her thighs, the rhythm completely different to the rhythm and at the next red light, he took a glance and could see her face and he could see the anxiety in her features.

“What’s going through your head, doll?” The question made her jump, and he frowned as she gave off a nervous laugh.

“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.” The words were muttered too quickly and before he could contest her words and point out she wasn’t fine, she turned up the radio.

Ari knew she was being childish about it, but she knew that actually voicing her fears was going to make them very real.

An hour into the journey, Calum pulled off into a layby, motioning to the others to keep going. Ari could feel herself shrink at the hoots that came from the cars and Calum sighed.

He killed the engine, the stretch of road with fields either side quiet in the glorious sunshine. With the top down, Ari could feel the sun on the back of her neck, and she tilted her head back, trying to quell the anxiety in her stomach.

“Is this about last night?” Calum finally asked and Ari could feel his gaze on her as she let out a shuddering sigh. “Arienne, talk to me.” And she nearly begged him to say her name again, the sound of it sending a shiver through her spine.

“Yes.” She finally admitted, her head lifting from the seat and turning to face Calum. His face fell at her answer.

“I’m, I’m not sure I understand, Ari.” He finally admitted and her lips pulled up into a kind smile that was just her. 

“I don’t think you would understand, Cal.” 

“Then help me understand, dammit Arienne.” His voice remained level, and she turned on the seat to face him. He shifted himself closer and Ari wasn’t sure if she was glad of the joined seats or annoyed about them.

It took her a moment, jumbled up words unable to form as he stared at her, dark eyes holding her gaze before she blew out a sigh of air, fingers tapping her thigh gently.

“You never had the issue of people making fun of your weight Cal. You said so yourself, soccer star and boxing star, friends with everyone and could date anyone you wanted. I didn’t have that. I had kids make fun of me, tell me that I would never find someone who loved me.” Calum opened his mouth, but she placed her hand over his lips.

He gave her a disgruntled look in return.

“Let me finish.” She waited until he nodded before withdrawing her hand.

“They’d try to find out if I liked someone and embarrass me in front of them and their friends, They made it impossible for me to be honest with my feelings to anyone, especially when they teased me, saying how only desperate men would want me as a last resort.” She could feel the first tear falling and a bitter smile appeared on her lips. “They made me so insecure about my emotions that I just told myself no one would want me.” 

Calum’s fingers lifted, capturing the falling tear and she could feel her heart hammering in her chest.

“I so desperately wanted to kiss you last night. I know I told myself as I was growing up to not give anyone control of my emotions. But here I am.” 

Calum’s fingers curved around her face, his fingers holding her chin gently.

“You’re right, I don’t know how it feels. But I also know that I like you, and it’s not some kind of joke. You’ve known me long enough to know that when it comes to my feelings, I’m all or nothing. How many girls have you seen me with, since I met you? How many times have we drunkenly told each other of our worst heartbreaks, letting no one else see that side of us? Arienne, you have to believe me when I tell you that it’s you that I like, and no one else.”

“Calum, the look on your face every time Luke or Ashton would make a comment, it just reminded me of being in high school and being embarrassed by the other kids, because the person who I was crushing on didn’t return my affections. You literally groaned when Ashton teased us earlier as we left.” 

Calum sighed before shifting closer, his other hand reaching over to cradle her face.

“I groaned because he’s been teasing me for weeks. They’re fucking relentless sometimes. But I do genuinely like you Ari.” 

Ari could feel her heart rate pick up as he leaned closer, his eyes searching hers for any hesitancy. 

His phone rang and both of them closed their eyes in frustration, her head resting against his shoulder. But he wrapped his arms around her instead.

“Luke or Ashton?” He muttered and she laughed.

“Either way when they go on dates, we’re doing the same thing.” She grumbled into his shoulder, making him laugh as he answered the phone.

“Why are you bothering me, Irwin?” Cal switched the phone to speaker.

“Ooo, someone got lucky?” 

“No, someone was trying to talk to him. Where are you guys?” Ari responded and there were soft oo’s in the background. She rolled her eyes as she slid back to her side, only for Cal to have her slide closer to him, passing her his phone as he got the engine started.

“About fifty miles ahead. We’ve stopped for some gas and food so we’ll hang about for you guys and then hit the road again. We should make it before sunset still.” Calum drove from the layby, putting his foot down on the gas.

“See you in a bit then.” Ari cut the call and once he was cruising, Calum slung his arm across her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

Now that her words were out between them, it was definitely more relaxed, but she could also feel the charge between them. When the gas station came into their sights, Ari slid away from Cal, giving him a small smile at the hurt look that flashed across his face.

“I don’t want to give them ammunition, Cal.” Understanding flashed across his face as his fingers sought out hers and he lifted the back of her hand to his lips.

“I would say fuck what they think, but after how you’ve explained it I can see why you’d be so hesitant. And that’s fine.” He grinned and relief flooded her as he let their hands drop between them as he pulled into the gas station.

“You want me to get us some food whilst you fill the car?” Ari asked and he grinned at her in return. 

“It’s like you read my mind. Here, put it on my card.” He handed her the black card and she stopped herself from arguing that she could pay. 

Calum knew she could pay, her job paid her well enough. But he was never hesitant to cover the bill when he was with Ari and she learned that he would find ways of giving her the money she’d managed to slip into his wallet, back. So instead of arguing, she rolled her eyes playfully, earning a chuckle as they both got out of the car.

Flipping off Ashton before he could say anything as they shouted their greetings, making the group laugh, she went into the store, meandering through the aisles, picking up some snacks for her and Calum to have once they hit the road once more.

Once her arm was filled with two sandwiches, some snacks and a couple of drinks, she made her way to the register. 

“Pump six as well, please.” She glanced to the car to see Calum sat on the hood, talking to Luke as the others messed around, waiting for her to get out.

“$42 in total ma’am.” She handed the card over with ease, collecting the rest of the items in her arms. She took the card back and tucked it in her back pocket before stepping back, stepping right into someone.

“Shit, I’m sorry dude.” The apology was out of her mouth as she glanced up, noting how his eyes studied her for a second before scoffing.

“At least you didn’t break any bones in my foot. Then I’d have been real pissed off. Take a tip sweetheart,” she cringed at the way it sounded from the strangers mouth, “how about you leave half of that and then maybe you might get lucky with me.” 

His fingers had wrapped around her wrist and it took her a second too long to register before disgust and alarm crossed her features.

“Let go of me, asshole. I apologised, you didn’t have to say something about shit you know nothing about. Now. Let. Go.” The grip on her wrist tightened and she shot a frightened look to the cashier. 

“I don’t think so.” The grip was becoming painful at this point, so using her advantage, she jabbed her heel down onto his foot, earning a sharp yelp of pain from him.

“Let. Me. Go.” The stranger stood up, his height easily matching Calum’s. But he was a lot more slender whereas Calum had filled out. And she was beginning to feel more scared each moment passed by with the strength of his grip on her wrist. 

“I said I don’t think so.” He jerked her forward and she immediately tugged herself back, gritting her teeth as the cashier went to pick up the phone. She knew that her wrist was going to be bruised later.

The bell rang from the door and relief flooded her as Calum’s voice sounded around the shop.

“Let go of my girl, asshole.” Almost immediately the grip was gone from her wrist and she stumbled back into Calum’s arms, her gaze turning to the stranger who was beginning to look frightened. A glance to Calum and she could understand.

He looked murderous.

“Next time someone tells you to let them go, let them go, asshole.” Ari snapped and allowed Calum to pull her from the shop, anger and shame bubbling up. The anger she could understand but the shame she was confused about.

Then it hit her. 

She was so used to comments about her diet, what she should and shouldn’t do that she more often than not, ignored them. But for Calum to then call her his girl, there was a small part that wondered if he was being honest or if it was just to get her out.

‘Shut up, he’s already told you that he likes you.’ Her mind hissed as they got to the car.

Calum took the stuff from her arms, chucking it into the car before his fingers found hers, pulling her wrist up for inspection. She finally noticed that her hands were shaking and there was a red mark around her wrist from the strangers grip.

“I should knock him out for that.” Calum muttered as he rummaged in the glovebox, pulling out one of the travel ice packs, popping it before maneuvering it around her wrist. She could feel the cold slowly build and his body suddenly enveloped hers, his arms over her shoulders. Despite feeling self conscious of how she looked, Ari wrapped her arms around Calum’s middle and allowed herself the time to calm down.

The others could see that she was shaken up, but gave the two of them the space before Carl made his way over.

“Everything okay guys?” Ari pulled back, holding her hand out to Carl. He moved the ice pack and inspected the red marks before nodding.

“The ice will keep any potential swelling down. If it hurts at any point, I’ll wrap it up when we get to the campsite.” Ari shot him a look of thanks before he headed back and there was a call for everyone to hustle and move it.

Ari didn’t even attempt to move Calum’s arm when he threw it over her shoulder once they were back on the road the wind whipping around them. She simply settled her head against his shoulder, turning the music up as they carried on cruising.

The sun was beginning its descent when they finally pulled up to the campsite. It didn’t take much between the group to get the various tents set up. 

It was a lot of laughing and jabbing each other with the tent poles before the collective adults finally pointed out that the group needed to get a move on to get to the beach to use the fire pit.

So with that in mind, once the tents were up, with a lot of ribbing for everyone, they all got back into the different cars and headed the short drive to the beach.

Ari helped lug one of the coolers from Ashton’s car and found that the rest of the group that they were meeting up with had already started the fire. She greeted the people that she knew and introduced herself to the ones she didn’t.

“So how did you come to meet this rabble then, Ari?” The night had crept up on them by this point, the fire still going. Ari had taken a seat on one of the logs around the fire, and Calum had claimed the spot in front of her, taking advantage of her hunched over figure and draping her arms over his shoulders.

Ari didn’t fight this, resting her chin on the top of his head and she grinned at the question as Ashton laughed.

“Met them on my birthday. Ashton kept me ringside and introduced me to Calum. He made a fool of himself within seconds.” A whine escaped from him in response and Ashton laughed.

“What was it Ari? Oh ‘I bet you could knock someone out if they looked at you wrong’ or something like that, right?” Ashton teased and Calum turned his head, burying his face into her arm. She was glad for the glow of the fire that hid her red cheeks.

“Something along those lines. However, within the next ten minutes I knocked out one of their team members, Terry I think his name was?” 

“You were the one that took out Terry?” Sam gasped and she laughed, her face hidden in Carl’s shoulder. “He complained for months about that! I didn’t realise it was you.” 

Ari smirked.

“Knocked my fuck buddy out about thirty minutes after that.” This drew laughter from Luke and Michael and Calum’s body shook.

“She was ready to pulverise him. So Ash and I had to stop her from ending up in a jail cell.” Calum piped up from his spot and she giggled, shifting her head so that her face was buried into his neck as she quieted her giggles.

As the night continued, the group split up. A few headed back to the tents, whilst the others broke off into smaller groups. Someone switched on the stereo they’d brought with, and Calum shifted himself so that he was straddled over the log, facing Arienne. 

She copied his actions, so he took the chance to shift closer before taking her hands within his. They were on the other side of the fire, away from the group. A small bubble of their own and she was okay with that.

“You seem more relaxed now, how’s your wrist?” He asked, his fingers pulling her wrist closer for inspection. She grinned at him, pulling her wrist away from his sight.

“Fine. I’m with friends, even if some of them only met me tonight.” They shared soft giggles and when their eyes met, his lips curved up in a small smile.

“Seeing you so carefree, you’ve gotta know how beautiful you look. No worries, nothing holding you back.” He brought his hand up once more, the backs of his fingers trailing against her cheek. She was almost certain she could feel the heat in her cheeks as his other hand moved to rest on her thigh.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathed and her words were lost as she nodded softly. He inched closer before his lips pressed against hers and she could feel the butterflies explode in her chest as his hand curved under her chin, holding her in place as his hand that was resting on her thigh, moved to rest on her hip, ignoring her slight shift from his touch.

“About fucking time!” Both Luke and Ashton exclaimed, causing the two of them to pull away, their eyes meeting before turning to the pair sat across the fire.

That was when Ari remembered her audience and her cheeks grew hot. 

“Considering the previous times we nearly kissed, you two cockblocks ruined it.” Calum snarked back and they both laughed.

“Well now you two can stop pussyfooting around.” Ashton teased in return. Ari groaned and her face moved forward to rest against his shoulder. 

“Can we ditch these assholes?” She muttered and Calum chuckled softly.

“I reckon we can do that doll. C’mon.” He stood up, pulling Ari with him. This earned wolf whistles, which earned a scowl in return. Luke laughed as he blew Ari a kiss. She returned it with a middle finger as they said their goodnights and headed back to the campsite.

Ari didn’t bother with the pretense of sleeping in separate tents. She kept a hold of Calum’s hand and he laughed, pressing a soft kiss to her lips at the entrance of her tent.

“Pushing for more already, doll?” His tease made her blush and she shook her head, shoving his shoulder as she did so.

“Can a girl not want her cuddle buddy?” The pout on her lips was enough that he kissed her once more and her lips curved into a soft smile.

“You’ve always got your cuddle buddy, doll. I’ll get changed out here so you can change in the tent.” He murmured and she gave him a look of thanks before disappearing into the tent. 

He could hear her struggle around as he changed into sweatpants and a tank top. It was moments after he’d folded his own clothes up that she called him quietly and he pushed into the tent, zipping up the bug net but leaving the door open.

“More excuse to cuddle and stay warm.” He teased and she snorted as they settled into the sleeping bags. Calum was quick to zip the two together before they settled properly, his arms pulling her close and resting on her stomach as she pressed a gentle kiss to his collarbone.

“I know that Ash teases you about liking me, but, is he right? Do you like me or is he just being a dick?” And Calum realised then how deep the insecurity ran for Ari. 

Here she was, a big and beautiful girl who had a loud personality to match. She took no shit and put him in his place when he was being an ass. But to see her so timid over something he’d never given a second thought to, it made his chest ache. 

“Trust me doll, I like you. I’ve been crushing on you since the get go and honestly, getting to know you, just made it so much easier to let my feelings for you grow.” Her lips had curved into a shy smile and Calum took his hand within hers.

Moving their bodies slightly, he pressed her hand to his crotch and it took her a second before she realised what he was pointing out to her as his lips ghosted across her neck.

“I like every part of you, doll.” 

A soft ‘oh’ fell from her lips before his own captured hers and she moved her hands to a safer territory.

“I won’t pressure you till you’re ready sweet girl. I promise.” He murmured against her lips and she smiled into the kiss.

“This is why it’s difficult not to let myself fall for you, Hood.” He laughed before they settled for the evening, her body nestled against his.

When they woke up the following morning, Ari found her back pressed against Calum’s chest, his arm slung across her body, hand resting on her stomach. And most times she’d feel uncomfortable with someone touching her stomach, but Calum was nothing if not insistent and she’d gotten used to his touch at least.

She felt a part of her realise that she was the little spoon for once, his face pressed into the back of her neck.

Shifting slightly, a soft noise escaped Calum’s lips and she giggled.

“Morning.” She whispered and he simply tightened his arm around her. 

“M’having the best dream. Don’t wanna wake up.” He muttered and she snorted.

“If you think this is a dream Cal, you’re gonna have the shock of your life when you realise that we’re both in my tent and I admitted my feelings to you last night.” 

Ari felt his leg hook over her, and before she could protest, he’d shifted her so that she was on her back and he was straddling her. Immediately her cheeks flushed and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Morning sweetheart.” His lips were in a wide grin and Ari could feel her heart just melt as his eyes crinkled slightly.

Her lips met his once more and his hands found hers, pinning them next to her head.

“Morning.” She finally returned.

They traded soft and lazy kisses until they heard movements from the other tents and Calum was yet to move.

“Listen, if you two want to get nasty, zip the door up, not just the netting.” Ashton hollered at them, making Ari snort as Calum raised his middle finger.

“If you wanna try that again, I’m not afraid to give you a black eye, Ash.” Calum called back and Ashton laughed as he slid off Ari and they finally started to get up.

“Ashton, you’re a dick.” Ari called through and he laughed.

“Yeah but you love me.”

“Debatable.”

As they began to wake up and group up for potential plans, Ari allowed herself to settle next to Calum, her head resting on his shoulder as she tried to keep herself awake. 

“Cal keep you awake last night Ari?” Ashton’s suggestive comment earned him a middle finger as she went to move away from Calum, but his fingers reached for her hand, squeezing it gently in reassurance. 

So ignoring the anxiety, she left her head resting where it was as Calum pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“It’s too early for your bullshit Ash. Pack it in.” Ashton hesitated before shrugging his shoulders. 

“I’ll just save it all up for you.” Luke snorted as the rest of the group finally started talking about trips out to the beach and a possible rock climbing venture. 

Neither appealed to Ari but she knew that staying at the campsite was going to get odd looks. 

“Uh, beach I guess. I don’t fancy rock climbing in this weather.” She’d never heard herself sound so small, but Calum squeezed her hand.

“We can go look around the area if you want to. I know there are some local shops that we can raid before the barbeque later.” He murmured and her body relaxed in relief. 

“Just us?” 

“Just us. Maybe a moron or two if they don’t wanna be at the beach.” His voice grew slightly, earning annoyed protests from his friends.

Ari giggled as she lifted her head off his shoulders, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re too good for me, Hood.”

Calum shrugged his shoulders as they moved to get read for the day, breakfast having been eaten between the group and plans finalised.

He wasn’t surprised at Luke and Ashton deciding to come with the two of them. The girls had grouped together for the beach and the rest of the guys were doing the rock climbing and joking about throwing Carl into the sea. 

“Touch my favourite medic and I’ll pull a Terry on you guys.” Ari teased as they all split between cars. This earned shouts of laughter as they headed off and Calum grinning as she settled into the front of his car, Luke and Ashton taking residence in the back.

“How come we get put to the backseat?” The complaint came from Luke as Calum drove into the town. Ashton snorted.

“You know that she gets front seat regardless. It’s become the unofficial rule of Calum’s car.” Ari could feel the embarrassment rise in her cheeks, but Calum took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“She’s a prettier sight than you two fuckers in my front seat, that’s for sure.” This earned loud laughter as he pulled into the parking lot, his hand slipping back into Ari’s once he was on her side of the car.

“Anywhere in particular or are we window shopping?” Ashton asked as they began to make their way through.

“Start from the other end of the town and work our way back to the car. And fuck window shopping, I want to see all the shops.” Ari grinned at the two and Calum laughed at the looks of mock horror the other two shared.

“You two asked for it by joining us.” Calum teased as they began to make their way up the town.

It was a relief to be able to walk around, his fingers wrapped around hers, without paparazzi lurking around the next corner. He could see that Ari was visibly relaxing, and both Luke and Ashton were helping that with their comments on some of the stuff they were passing.

The beauty of being in a small seaside town, away from tourists and busy lives, no one cared about the four of them walking down the road. No one was bothered about the fact a world championship boxer was in their midst. 

“Can you two morons go head for a sec? We’ll catch up to you.” Calum’s words pulled a confused frown from Ari, but she didn’t protest as he led her over to one of the benches that looked out over the sea. Luke and Ashton carried on ahead, their voices carrying over for a few seconds before falling quiet.

 “Everything okay, Cal?” His lips curled up into the half smile that sent her heart racing.

“S’perfect sweetheart. But, I wanted to talk about us. And what better place to do it than in front of a setting so beautiful?” And she could feel her heart race as her mind began to whir with so many possibilities.

That was, until his lips found hers and her mind short-circuited for a second.

 “It’s nothing bad, I promise.” He whispered against her lips, and for the first time in her life, she believed those words.

“What about us, then?” 

Her eyes met his as he pulled back, his hands lifting up to cradle her face. She knew in that second that her heart was his, regardless of her insecurities. 

“Would you consider giving us a go? Letting me take you out on dates, spoil you, lavish my love upon you?” His words made a giggle escape, their noses bumping together as his thumbs stroked her cheeks softly. Her heart was melting.

“I mean, you do that enough already, don’t you?” Her tease was loud and clear and Calum chuckled softly.

“No, we go out in groups and you don’t argue with me anymore when I buy you shit. However, lavishing my love upon you is up for discussion. I want to lavish my love upon all of you. I currently only lavish my love upon you in certain ways.” 

“Big bad boxer, showing his emotions. Reckon that would be a good title for the tabloids?” And he couldn’t help but stare at her for a second before grinning.

“They know better than to antagonise me like that. But what do you say?” 

“Is this you asking to take me on a date or date me, because you’re not being precise here, Cal.” And he could hear her nerves, the anxiety slipping between the words. 

“I’m asking you to be my girlfriend, Arienne. My sweet, beautiful Arienne.” And she melted, the anxieties simmering down as her lips grew into a small smile.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend. On the condition that you tell those nosy buggers, that have been snapping photos of us for some time, to fuck off.” Calum couldn’t help but laugh before his met hers in a sweet kiss that sent her toes curling and her heart racing.

“I’ll only tell them to fuck off if they haven’t gotten a good picture of us together.” 

Ari lifted her hand, the backs of her fingers trailing against his cheek lightly.

“Eh, you can just get them later. Can we stay here for a bit?” His hands dropped from her face, his lips met hers once more as his hand took hers. When their lips pulled apart, he helped her shift in a comfortable position to lean against his chest as they watched the sun creep higher into the sky, the sounds of the sea washing over the two of them.

“Best idea I think.” 

—

Coming back from their road trip, there was a definite shift between the relationship. And Ari could feel it. But at the same time, she knew that this shift would favour both of them in the long run, or at least, that was what she hoped.

Once they were home, it turned into nervous energy and eventually once everyone else had called their goodbyes and disappeared, Ari could feel the nerves and anxiety return full force.

Ari began to unpack her clothes, ignoring the elephant in the room and Calum wasn’t having any of it. But he allowed her the time to unpack her clothes and put them in the washing machine, so once she’d shut the door and turned on the machine, his hands rested on the counter either side of her.

“Calum.” Her words were shaky and he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck.

She turned in his arms as he crowded against her, his body pressed against hers.

“We need to talk about us, Ari.” His words were quiet and she nodded, tilting her head back to look at him.

“Do you know how frightened I am of letting you see all of me?” The questioned stunned Calum and he cocked an eyebrow. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Cal, you’ve only ever been with skinny girls. Or at least, what can be seen from the pictures. I might be able to sleep with guys with no ease but there’s no emotional attachment. I don’t care about them. You? Do you realise how gutting it would be for me if, if it got to that point and you just-“ His lips cut off her rambling, keeping her pressed against the counter. 

“Stop. I like you for you, sweetheart. What I wanted to talk about was how do you want this to be handled because you know the tabloids are going to be cruel.”

Ari lifted her head almost defiantly. Calum smirked. 

“They can say what they want. I might have my own insecurities but I’ll be fucked if I let them ruin us.” And he grinned. 

“That’s my girl. Will you let me in? Trust me with all of you?” As he spoke, he began to guide her from the room, heading upstairs to her bedroom. She barely noticed, her eyes on his.

She knew that if she said stop, he would, no questions asked. But as they slowly made their way up, his hand in hers, Ari found herself not wanting to stop. 

She was nervous, but she wanted this, wanted him. 

They got to her room, the door softly clicking shut, but it sounded like a gunshot with how quiet they were.

He was waiting. 

He was waiting for her say so. And she realised then that if she had to fall in love with someone, she was glad it was him. 

“Make me yours, Cal.” She finally whispered. 

His lips met hers, her body melting to his touch and Ari allowed him to take her to new heights. 

The way that he’d worshipped her body, made her cry out his name as her fingers raked through the cropped hair, only to grip his biceps, Arienne was feeling overwhelmed.

But as Calum pulled her closer, his lips finding her shoulder, she couldn’t find it within herself to care about the anxiety.

“Round two, or do you think we need to clean up a bit?” His voice was gravelly, teasing and she couldn’t stop herself from burying her face into his chest as he laughed.

“You’re the worst, Hood.” She finally peeled her head back, her eyes meeting his. His lips were curved up into such a cheeky grin, she could feel her heart melting a little bit more. 

“But you love me right?” 

“Undoubtedly.” Came her answer and his heart soared as he pulled her closer, lips peppering every inch of skin he could reach. Ari shrieked, a giggle following as she tried to pull away, laughing as he continued the welcomed attack on her skin before he gave in to her pleas for him to stop.

“How about we get some food? I know you don’t have any in the house and we need to pick Duke up.” 

She snorted before agreeing and soon the pair of them were re-dressed, his grin appearing as he spotted the very visible mark he’d left on her neck. His fingers reached out, brushing it gently and she hummed softly.

“You didn’t get away scott free, Hood.” Her own fingers reached up to the marks she’d made, visible over the collar of his shirt. He laughed.

“Wanna take bets on how long it will take before they’re spotted?” 

“Five minutes.” She teased as they headed out.

Picking up Duke was quick and easy. He didn’t protest being in Ari’s lap, content to let her stroke his fur as they headed to their favourite take out place.

Cal went in to do the ordering, and Ari spotted the paps easily, making her roll her eyes as she focused her attention on Duke. 

“Camera’s, three o’clock.” She called to him as he left the shop, bag swinging. Lifting his gaze, he spotted them easily and sighed as he slid into his car, starting the engine up and leaning over to kiss her.

“If it’s a headline they want, it’s a headline they can get.” He murmured with a smile, making her laugh. 

As they drove past the spot that the pap was lurking, both of them raised their middle fingers up, peals of laughter escaping them both as he switched on the music and Ari was taken back to the shared moments on the road, just the two of them.

When they got back to hers, she immediately got some food sorted for Duke, having cared for him enough times for Calum when he had to travel out of state for games she couldn’t go to. He set their own dinner on the countertops, getting plates for the two of them before dishing up the meals. 

She accepted the plate with a small chaste kiss which left her grinning as they settled at the dining table, his phone going off.

It was Ashton.

“Nice to see you two really taking care of Cal’s image.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Ash.” Ari teased, knowing exactly what he was referring to. He let off an exasperated sigh in return.

“A photo of you two kissing, also someone has spectacularly zoomed in on the marks that someone left on my boxer.” The accusing tone made Ari laugh, Calum trying to hide his snort of amusement.

“Couldn’t be helped. It was skin begging to be-”

“Don’t wanna know thanks!” Ashton cut her off, the two of them breaking out into giggles. He sighed loudly before they calmed down, the giggles relaxing into amused smirks.

“Sorry Ash. I know you’d rather have us wait a few days, but I couldn’t see the point. Half the world knows I’m in love with her, so I might as well have confirmed it sooner or later.” Calum finally apologised and Ashton groaned.

“You two are ridiculous. I’ll send through the photos I got of you two on vacation, so you might as well use one of those to make it that ridiculous notion of being official. Cal, we still on for training after the weekend?” 

“Sure. Match booked I’m assuming?” 

“Yep. Also you have a rematch with Tarkston eventually. I’m working out a date with his management and then we can put together a regime. Which means no more takeouts.” The stern tone had the two of them grinning.

“Sure. Look, text me the details and we can start working on a basic routine on Monday. For now I don’t want to think about anything but spending time with my girl.” 

And there was the warm feeling that filled her heart, a beaming smile lifting at her lips as the call ended and his hand reached over to grasp hers.

And Ari felt that sense of warmth throughout her whole body, and she realised that he’d become her home. 

For the first time in years, she felt at peace.

-

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[bandblogging]

Masterlist

Legend: advent calendar [🎄]; Series [➡️]; Recommendation [⭐]; Blurb [💭]; Fluff [💌]; Angst [⚡]; Smut [💦]

🎄Bandblogging’s blurby advent calendar🎁

Twenty One Pilots

TØP (all)

Saved (Trigger Warning)⚡

First dates (Preference)🎄

Josh Dun

Crazy cat lady

Stay with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist

No take-backs

Shower duetts

Hold my hand

You sneeze like a man

I also hate poison

Take a breath

Marshmallows

We all want to be helped (pt. 1)➡️

We all want to be helped (pt. 2)➡️

It was a mistake

You made me lose control

You make me happy

Lazy Saturday

I thought you were okay with this

That’s unfair (blurb)

Christmas cookies and bubble baths

Forgotten Birthday

She’s mine

The boy from back home ⚡

Ice rink 💭🎄

Kitchen mess 💭🎄

Busy 💭🎄

Truth or Dare 💭🎄

Delayed 💭🎄

Single Dad Dun

Nose Ring💭

Tyler Joseph

Over eleven years of friendship and we still get into these situations

Let the rain wash it away

Tell him (pt.1)➡️

Tell her (pt.2)➡️

Blah blah blah

I’ll even be the little spoon

Maybe don’t lead with that aspect

Better than me? 💌

Four A.M

Hot Cocoa 💭🎄

Winter walk 💭🎄

Icy roads ⚡🎄

Water Fun

False friend

5 Seconds of Summer

All 4

Sleepover (Platonic)➡️

Sleepover continuations with

Calum

,

Ashton (slightly NSFW)

,

Luke

,

Michael

(also listed below)➡️

Luke Hemmings

Best Friends

Maybe not so platonic (Sleepover continuation with Luke)➡️

No more hiding

On a whim

What happens in Vegas maybe shouldn’t stay in Vegas

Shitty wingman

Love ride 💭💌

Photograph

Jealousy 🎄

Christmas Party 💦🎄

Baubles 💭🎄

Drunk Talks

Calum Hood

Surprise Visit

Maybe not so platonic (Sleepover continuation with Cal)➡️

They don’t know about us (Pt. 3 of Sleepover)➡️

They don’t know about us (Pt. 4 of Sleepover)➡️

They don’t know about us (Pt. 5 of Sleepover)➡️

They don’t know about us (Pt. 6 of Sleepover)➡️

They don’t know about us (Pt. 7 of Sleepover)➡️🎄

They don’t know about us (Pt. 8 of Sleepover)➡️

Your heartbeat is my favourite sound

Annoyingly attractive

Make me

Pop a pill (smutty)💦

Red-light runner ⚡

Free Coffee 💭🎄

Positive 💭🎄

Let Me Down Slow ⚡

Ashton Irwin

Maybe not so platonic (Sleepover continuation w/ Ash)➡️

We can be a mess together

I love all of you (Plus Size!)

“Obsession” (Pt. 1)➡️

“Obsession” (Pt. 2)➡️

Fingers crossed 💭💌

Late night walk 💌💭

Pyjama Day 💭🎄

My Spot 💭🎄

Talent 💭🎄

Mrs. Claus 💭🎄

Taking care💦

Taking care Pt. 2💦➡️

Michael Clifford

Maybe not so platonic (Sleepover continuation with Michael Clifford-Pt. 2)➡️

Maybe not so platonic (Pt. 3)➡️

New Year’s Kiss 💭💌

Sleepy time 💭

Snowball fight 💭🎄

Tradition 💭🎄

Gingerbread House 💭🎄

Perfect Present 💭🎄

One Direction (on my side blog) (2018 = Hiatus and Solocareers yk)

Liam Payne

Daddy Direction pt.1 (2018)

Daddy Direction pt.2 (2018)

Daddy Direction pt.3 (2018)