#he’s keeping himself from being smacked in the face by Ashton’s robe

[honeyedlashton]

Literally why are you hugging lmao

Via: @starvinginbelair

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Valentine’s Day Series - Calum

[Ashton] [Luke] [Michael]

Pairing: Calum Hood/ Female Reader

Requested By: N/A

Word Count: 7,036

Summary: You and Calum are celebrating Valentine’s Day in your favorite city on earth. Honestly, just a ridiculous amount of smut. 

You tied the string of your pink silk robe as you walked onto the balcony. Your eyes closed as you took a deep breath. The sights, sounds, and smells of the city made you feel alive in a whole new way. You crossed your arms and leaned over the railing on the balcony. A young couple, no older than fifteen or sixteen, walked hand in hand down the street below you. They reminded you of you and Calum on your first visit to Paris.

He'd been on tour and absolutely insisted that you fly out and join him for a few weeks. One of the stops was in Paris. You'd had a free night and he took you out, well past when you both should have been asleep, and showed you all the sights.  His hand never left yours as you walked up and down the almost empty streets in the middle of the night.

You smiled to yourself as you thought back to that night, all those years ago. When your love was young and new and electric. You'd been married to Calum for a few years, and you were still deliriously in love with each other. But there was a small part of you that occasionally missed when you were young and carefree. When the only thing you actually worried about was how long you had with Calum until he left again, or how long until he came back home to you.  

You heard him shift on the hotel bed behind you. Turning to look over your shoulder, you saw him roll over so that his back was to you. He'd be waking up any minute now. Your smile grew as you turned back to your people watching. It was Valentine's Day in the city of love, and everyone was making sure to take full advantage of that.

You watched an older man walk down the street, a colorful bouquet in hand. A man who you thought was probably your age pulled his boyfriend into a hug, grinning before he kissed him. You giggled, hearing the loud smack of his lips even from where you stood. You'd always loved love, and seeing it on full display all around you made your heart swell.

After a few moments, you heard movement in the room behind you again. You didn't look this time. You knew that it meant that Calum was waking up.

He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He hadn't shaved for a few days so the stubble on his chin was starting to make itself more prominent. It tickled your skin as he tucked his face into your neck.

“Mornin’, princess.” His deep voice was rough as sleep still clung to his vocal cords.

“Good morning, my love.” You sighed. He started to place soft, lazy kisses to your neck.

“It's Valentine's Day.”

“Yes, it is.” You giggled as he pushed your hair from the back of your neck. He used his chin to move the soft material of your robe down your shoulder, his lips following and leaving more kisses in its trail.

“How we gonna celebrate?” The rasp in his voice was starting to fade.

“I just don't know.” You answered quietly. You began to grind into him just slightly. A low groan sounded from deep in his throat as your butt grazed over his morning erection. “What's our record?”

“Four.” He whispered. He sucked in a sharp breath as you brushed against him again. “Year before last.”

“I say we try to break our record, then.”

You felt him smile into the exposed skin of your shoulder. “I'm always up for that challenge.”

His hands pulled up the material at the back of your robe, balling it up at your waist. He bent you just slightly so that your hands were on the railing. When the hem of your robe reached his hands, he pulled it all the over the curves of your butt.

“Ready for me, princess?” He asked as he ran his hands over your bare skin.

“Always ready for you.” You sighed as he dipped a long finger into you.

He pulled his sweatpants down just enough for his erection to spring free, slapping against your wet folds. “Gonna be quiet so we don't get caught?” He asked as he pumped himself. You nodded silently, mentally preparing yourself. After a moment, you felt him slowly press into you. A quiet whine fell from your lips as he began to rock his hips behind you.

“How is it that I fuck you into the mattress every night, but you're still so fuckin’ tight for me princess?” He groaned, snapping his hips again. You put your hand over your mouth, doing your best to keep your promise of being quiet.

This wasn't the usual slow, sweet morning sex that you usually had with Calum. This was hard and fast. Dirty in the best way possible with the constant feeling that you could be caught at any moment. You knew Calum was close to finishing, his breathing getting erratic as his hips thrusted quicker.

“God, yes, baby.” You moaned.

“You like when I fuck you in public, princess? Dirty girl. Want everyone to see you bent over like this, huh?” Before you could even answer, he was quickly pulling away from you. He took half a step away and pumped his length.

He placed one hand on your lower back just as you felt thick, warm strings of his cum hit the back of your thigh. He dug his fingernails into your skin as he came, his jaw slacked as he watched his orgasm decorate your legs.

You started to stand up straight. “Wait, baby.” He said as he pulled his hand away from your back. “Let me clean you up so we don't get jizz all over the hotel room.”

So you stayed bent over, your hands gripping the rail and your robe still bunched around your waist.  He left, returning a minute later with a damp cloth.

He let out a low whistle as he approached you.  “Now, that is a sight I could get used to.” You smirked to yourself as he knelt behind you. He was gentle and worked quickly as he dragged the warm cloth over your legs. “You made a mess.” He giggled as he dropped the cloth to the ground next to him and stood up. You turned to face him, putting your hands over his shoulders.

“How is your cum my mess?”

“Well, I wouldn't have cum if it weren't for you. Ergo, your mess.” You rolled your eyes as you smiled up at him. “So, that's one down.” He said.

“Oh, no. Not so fast. You know the rules. It doesn't count unless we both finish.”

“It's not my fault you didn't get off.” He shrugged. You pulled your hands away from his shoulders, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms over your chest. “I'm kidding, princess. You know I'm gonna take care of my girl.”

He dropped to his knees in front of you and pulled one of your legs over his shoulder. “God damn, you look delicious.” He sighed before attaching his lips to your clit. You pressed your hand over your mouth once again. You knew that anyone outdoors would probably hear you, definitely see you. But you didn't care. You let your head fall back as Calum worked his tongue over your clit.

He wrapped his hand around your thigh that was perched on his shoulder. His other hand came between your legs, two long fingers sliding into you easily. Between his fingers and his mouth, he worked you up to your orgasm quickly. Your legs began to tremble as your chest heaved beneath the thin silk of your robe.

Calum moaned when you came on his tongue. Your hand that wasn't covering your mouth moved to his hair, pulling on the thick curls as he expertly worked you through your high. Your high pitched whines were loud in your ears, mixing with the sounds of the city around you.

When your legs stopped shaking, and your fist loosened on his hair he pulled away. He carefully moved your leg from over his shoulder. Placing his hands on your hips, he stood in front of you. You were still bent over backwards, almost hanging over the edge of the balcony.

“One?” He asked.

You could barely speak, holding up one finger and sighing the single word. “One.”

He giggled just before you felt his lips on your neck again. “Come on, princess. Let's snuggle.” You nodded as he moved your legs to wrap around his waist. You locked your ankles behind his back and clasped your hands behind his neck as he lifted you. He walked you into the hotel room and dropped you to the bed lightly.

He groaned as you sat up, standing and walking toward the restroom. “Where are you going?” He asked, whining pitifully.

“I gotta pee, babe.” You rolled your eyes when you heard another groan from him as you walked away.

When you returned to the bed, he was already half asleep again. You untied your robe, letting it fall to the floor before lifting the blanket and sliding beneath it. He opened his arms for you as you snuggled next to him. “Just snugglin’?” You asked with a smile.

“Ya tired me out, love. Gotta recharge the batteries if you wanna break the record.” Your smile grew and you began to place kisses to the tattoos that decorated his collarbones until you heard his breathing change, and you knew that he was asleep.

When you woke up a few hours later, Calum was already awake. He held you tight to his chest with one arm around your shoulders. He was scrolling through something on his phone when he felt you shift beneath his arm.

“Hey.” He smiled down to you.

“Hi.” You answered.

“How'd ya sleep?”

“Like a baby.”

“Well, you snored like a grown man.” He giggled.

“I don't snore.” You told him, trying to roll out of his grip.

“You do snore.” He told you as he tightened his arm around you. He set his phone on the table next to him and brought his other arm to join the first. “It's adorable and I love it, but you definitely snore.”

“So do you.”

“I know.” He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to hide your smile. “We should probably shower at some point today.”

“Should take one together. Save water. For the fishes and stuff.”

“For the fishes?” You asked with a laugh.

“I care very deeply about the fishes, babe.”

“And your request has nothing to do with knocking out round two while we're in there?”

“The thought never crossed my mind.” He answered with a shit eating grin across his face.

You led Calum into the bathroom, his hands on your hips behind you as you started the shower. You turned to face him and pushed his sweatpants down his legs. When they fell to a puddle at his feet, he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He reached behind you, testing the temperature of the water. Feeling that it was okay, he nudged you slightly and you took a step back into the shower. He pulled the glass door closed behind him and immediately picked up your legs to settle them over his waist again. He held you in his strong arms against the back wall of the shower as he pressed his length into you.

“Fuck,” You sighed as pulled out. “We haven't done it like this in forever.”

“You said you didn't like it.”

“Well, I lied.” Your eyes were closed, but you opened them just long enough to catch a glimpse of the grin on his face as fucked up into your core again. You dropped your hand to your clit. You moved your fingers quickly over the bundle of nerves until your screams filled the walls of the shower.

“Fuck, baby. You sound so beautiful like that.” He grunted, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

“I'm so close, Cal.”

“Yeah, baby. Cum on my cock, princess. Fuck- Wanna feel you-” You interrupted him when another loud cry fell from your mouth. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Let go. I got you.” He grunted. “I got you.”

He continued to pump in and out of you quickly as you rode out your orgasm. A series of short, breathless pants sounded from your throat as your orgasm finished. Calum leaned into you, kissing your neck and chest. “Can you stand?” He asked through labored breaths. “If not, we're gonna have a problem.”

“Do it.” You moaned. “Cum inside me, baby.” His eyes widened as he stopped his movements all together. “I'm on the pill, dude. Just do it, it'll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“I'm sure.”

He shrugged and resumed his quick paced thrusts. After a moment, he dropped his face to nestle into your shoulder. You moved your hands from his shoulders to his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly, loving the low groans that spilled from his lips as he filled you with his cum.

“Can you stand now?” He asked, his lips smiling against your skin. “Because I fuckin’ can't.”

“I'm good.” You giggled. He pulled out of you and sat you down, your feet touching the shower floor gently.

He placed his hands on the wall behind you, his arms on either side of your face. “So, that happened.”

“Shower sex? Yeah, we've done that before.”

“No, that.” He answered, his eyes dropping to where his cum was starting to run down your thigh. “Never let me cum in you before.”

“Well, no, because we don't want kids yet. But I think we'll be fine.”

“I do wanna put a baby in you.” He said with a shy smile, one hand falling to cup your cheek. “Just not yet.”

You smiled at him. “I know. Not yet.” You repeated, kissing his lips quickly. “That's two, by the way.” You told him when you pulled back.

“And it's not even noon yet.” He winked.

“The Hood's have impeccable time management skills.”

You and Calum helped each other shower. You washed and conditioned his hair, to the best of your ability since he had some height on you. And he was extra gentle as he lathered the creamy, pink soap over your body. When the water coming from the shower head started to run cold, you turned the handle to shut it off. Calum wrapped you in a fluffy, white towel as you stepped out of the shower.

You dried each other off and made your way back to the bed. Calum collapsed on top of the blanket, flopping onto his stomach dramatically. “‘M tired.” He whined.

“You just woke up.” You said as you lay next to him.

“Yeah but then you made me have sex in the shower and now I’m tired again.”

“I didn’t make you do shit, Hood.”

He giggled, turning his face to look at you. “You haven’t worn a single piece of clothing since yesterday afternoon and you seriously expect me not to fuck you as much as physically possible?”

“I am not to be blamed for you being unable to control your boners.”

“The boners that you give me.”

“Fine.” You answered, rolling away from him. “I’ll just never be naked again, since it’s such a struggle for you.”

“That is a cruel form of punishment.” He giggled as he watched you cross the room to where your suitcases sat on the floor. “Actually, we should get dressed. Go find some lunch or something.” He sat up on the bed, watching as you bent over to retrieve some clothes.

“I already know what I want.” You told him, wiggling your eyebrows and you stood and turned to face him.

“That’s desert.”

“You got yours for breakfast and I have to wait until desert? Not fair.”

He stood from the bed and slowly walked to join you in finding clothes. “Patience is a virtue, princess.” He said, kissing your temple before pulling a pair of jeans from his own suitcase. He was bent over, rummaging through his clothes in search of a shirt. You raised your eyebrows and mocked him behind his back. “I know what you’re doing and that’s not helping your case.” He said, not even looking up at you.

After getting dressed, you went to a small cafe just down the street from your hotel. You held Calum’s hand under the table as you ordered. Neither of you could contain your smiles as you talked and ate. As Calum handed his card to your server to pay, you took a moment to think about just how lucky you were. You’d met the love of your life early in life, and you were able to spend moments like this with him. You knew that not everyone was so lucky, so you made sure to appreciate it any time you could.

“Wanna do some shopping while we’re out?” Calum asked as he stood from the table.

You joined him, taking his hand as you started to walk away from the cafe. “We probably should. Once I get you back in that hotel, we’re not leaving again until it’s time to go home.”

“You just like me for my body.” Calum scoffed, turning his face away from you as he pushed out a few dramatic fake sobs.

“I like you for your beautiful mind and your gentle heart.” You said, squeezing his hand. “But you’re not wrong, that dick is a big bonus.”

“My god,” He whined, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he turned to look at you again. “You’re ridiculous, ya know that?”

“I always assumed that was why you married me.”

“Nah, it was your tits.” He shrugged.

“I knew it!” You exclaimed, pulling a loud laugh from Calum before he stopped walking to pull you into a kiss.

The next few hours were spent in and out of a few different stores that were in walking distance of the hotel. When you decided to head back to the hotel, Calum’s hands were full of bags. You passed by a small florist with brightly colored flowers outside the shop.

“‘M buyin’ ya flowers.” He said and he opened the door.

“Cal, I don’t need flowers.”

“Nobody needs flowers. But I want to buy you flowers.” He said sternly as the door closed behind you. You knew that there was no point in fighting him. Plus, a pretty bouquet would look nice next to your hotel bed.

“Bonjour, bonjour!” An older woman behind the counter called to you.

“Bonjour!” Calum said with a wide smile. You smiled to yourself as you watched Calum search his mind for the words he needed. “Uh… Um- Mar- Uh-”

“Marguerites?” She asked sweetly. She stepped from behind the counter and walked to a small shelf holding bins of daisies.

“Yes!” Calum said excitedly. “Oui! Oui!” She smiled to him as she started to pull flowers from the bins, creating a bouquet right in front of you. “Marguerites… Marguerites.” Calum repeated the single word to himself, trying to get it right.

You and the woman exchanged a smile as you listened to him. “American?” She asked, her accent thick and lovely.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Married?” She asked, nodding to the ring on your left hand.

“Yes.” You answered again, your grin growing as you held your hand out to her.

“C'est trés belle.” Belle was one of the few French words that you knew, thanks to Beauty and The Beast.

“Merci.”

Calum set some of the bags on the counter as pulled his wallet from his back pocket. The woman handed the small bouquet to you and shook her head.

“No, no.” She said. "C'est gratuit pour vous et votre joli femme.” Calum furrowed his brows, trying to understand her. She turned her head and called for someone in the back. A younger boy, probably in his early teens walked out of a back room and stood beside her. She repeated what she'd told Calum.

“She said that the flowers are free.” He told Calum. The woman nudged his shoulder. The boy rolled his eyes and continued. “Free, for you and your pretty wife.”

Calum giggled as you saw a slight pink blush cover the boys face. “Can you tell her that I say 'thank you very much?’”

He turned back to the woman. “Il dit ‘merci beaucoup.’”

“De rien! Bonne Saint-Valentin!” She said as you turned towards the door.

You smelled the flowers in your hands, your smile never fading as you walked back to your hotel. You loved love. Being in the city of love, with the man who you loved, on Valentine’s Day was a dream come true for you.

Calum held the door open for you when you finally reached your room. He dropped your bags onto a couch. You still held the flowers in your hands, looking at them as though they were made of diamonds. Your eyes started to water as you brought them to your nose, taking another deep breath. Calum wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You held the flowers over your shoulder, letting him smell them.

“I love daisies.” You sighed, sniffling after you finished.

“I know, baby.”

“And I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’m glad you’re my husband.”

“I’m so fucking glad you’re my wife.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You kept your eyes on your flowers, reaching up and wiping away a single tear that had fallen to your cheek. Calum tightened his arms around your waist. “Whatcha thinkin’?” He asked quietly.

You took a deep breath. “Just that I’m really lucky.” You answered.

Calum moved his hands to your hips and turned you to face him. “Baby, if one of us lucky here, it’s me.” He kissed you, taking the flowers from your hand and setting them on the couch with your shopping bags. His lips never left yours as he walked backward, leading you to the bed.

When Calum’s legs hit the edge of the bed, he sat down, pulling you into his lap. He laid you back, flat on the mattress as he hovered over you. He reached over to the bedside table, pulling a condom from the small pile that you had brought with you. In one fluid motion, he pulled your pants and underwear down your legs, discarding them to the floor. He stood from the bed briefly to shed his own bottoms. When he rejoined you in bed, he tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth and quickly rolled it onto himself.

“I love you, baby.” He sighed as he leaned over you, his hands supporting his weight beside your head. He kissed around your cheeks and forehead as he slowly pressed into you. His movements were slow as he made love to you. He whispered soft affirmations of his love for you into your ear as he moved his hips gently.

He moved one hand to your cheek, kissing you deeply. With his lips still on yours and his hips still moving in deep, even thrusts, he moved his hand from your cheek to land between your legs. His fingers were firm, but soft as they began to rub small circles into your clit. You pulled away from his kiss when you felt your orgasm begin to build in your abdomen.

Your jaw slacked as soft moans left your lips. You felt Calum plant soft kisses along the column of your neck. It was like he was everywhere all at once. His lips on your neck, his fingers on your clit, his shaft inside you. Nothing in the world could have been better than this moment.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt a warm pleasure move to cover you head to toe. “Cal, Cal,” You whined quietly. “Calum-”

“God, you're so beautiful when you cum, princess.” He groaned above you.

That was the last straw. The final thing that it took for your orgasm to hit you like a train. Your quiet, breathy moans replaced by loud whines and screaming out Calum's name.

Calum kissed down your jaw, soft whimpers falling from his lips between kisses. You knew that he was getting close, he'd moved his hand back up to hold himself up. The muscles of his arms and shoulders tensed as he thrust his hips into you.

His whimpers turned to full, throaty moans as he picked up the pace just a little. Just enough to get the amount of friction that he needed. He dropped his forehead to your shoulder, his lips brushing against your heated skin as he came with a final snap of his hips. A loud, low moan muffled by your collarbone as he spilled into the condom.

He rolled to lay next to you on his back. He removed the condom, tying the top before dropping it into the small bin next to the bed. He rolled over, throwing his arm over you as he laid on his stomach.

“Three.” He said, turning his face to look at you.

You rolled over to lay on your stomach and nuzzled into his side, your head coming to lay under his chin. “Ya got two more in ya, tiger?” You giggled, seeing the exhaustion on his face.

He rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to him. “Definitely. Just need-” He stopped mid sentence to yawn loudly. “Just need to rest my eyes.”

“That's all you're gonna do?”

“Yup. Ten minutes.” He answered, “Fifteen max.”

“Love you.”

“Love you.” He whispered, placing a kiss to your hair.

You have no idea how long you were lying there before you fell asleep. Calum was rubbing his hand up and down your arm, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You smiled to yourself when he started to hum simple melodies. His low hums and his arm on your shoulder were the last things you processed before you let your heavy eyelids close, falling asleep happily.

Your eyes fluttered open slightly. You stretched your arms and legs as you looked to the balcony. The sun was just starting to set outside. You rolled over, expecting to find Calum curled up behind you. Instead, you found his side of the bed empty. Sitting up, you stretched your neck side to side. You heard a loud crack from your neck followed by Calum's voice, loudly calling from the open bathroom door.

“Damn, babe.” He said, smiling as he took a step into the room. “That sounded like a good one.”

“It was.” You agreed as he stepped closer to the bed. He was wearing nothing but a white towel, tied low on his waist. Water dripped from the tips of his hair to his tanned shoulders. “Why'd you leave me?” You asked him, putting on your best fake pout as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Couldn't sleep,” he shrugged. “And I thought that it might be nice to take one shower and not have you try to ravage me while I'm in it.” His smirk said exactly the opposite of his words.

You rolled your eyes, moving to lie back down. “Well, come back. I'm cold.”

“You're under a blanket.”

“I'm freezing.” You said, chattering your teeth together dramatically. “My bones are cold and I need you to warm me up before I die.”

“Your bones are cold, huh?” He asked, standing from the bed and turning to look at you, hands on his hips above the towel. You nodded, jutting out your bottom lip. “Well we can't have that, can we?” You shook your head, no. He smiled as he untied the towel, dropping it to the floor before joining you under the blanket.

He pulled you into his chest, both of his arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders. You weren't lying when you'd said that you were cold. And Calum just happened to be a walking space heater. You closed your eyes, smiling as you wrapped your own arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest.

“How're your bones, princess?” He asked quietly.

“They're good now.” You smiled into his chest. “But it was close. Thanks for saving my life.”

“Anytime.” He giggled, kissing your hair.

“What about you?” You asked.

“What about me?”

“How are your bones?”

“My bones are fine?” He answered, giggling though his confusion was evident.

You moved your hand from around his waist. You were slow as you dragged your fingernails down his stomach, feeling his muscles tense under your hand. You finally reached his pubic area, almost painfully close to your final destination.

“Even this one?” You asked, once again using your fingernails to apply a barely there pressure to his skin.

“You know there’s not actually a bone there, yeah?” He asked.

Rolling your eyes again, you lightly grasped his length in your palm. He reacted instantly, blood rushing to where your hand was slowly pumping him beneath the blanket. “Then why’s it called a boner?”

He took a sharp breath through gritted teeth. “I don’t know, baby.” He answered, his hands balling the sheets into fists at his sides. You pulled the blanket over your head and started to move down the bed. “Don’t fuckin’ think so, princess.” Calum said, throwing the blanket off of the both of you. “I wanna see you. Ya know, ya look so fuckin’ pretty when you’ve got my cock in your mouth.”

“As you wish.” You sighed as you settled on your stomach between his thighs. You brought your hand to his shaft once more, pumping just a little faster than before. High pitched whimpers fell from his open mouth as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. You took him as far into your mouth as you comfortably could, using your hand on what wouldn’t fit.

“God, baby,” he whined. “You’re so good to me.” You hummed around him as you started to bob your head. You smiled to yourself when you heard a low, throaty “Fuuuuck,” come from him. You moved your free hand to between your legs, your fingers teasing at your folds for a moment before finally finding your clit.

More whines and whimpers sounded from your husband as you continued to take him in your mouth. Your fingers were working you to your own orgasm quicker than you had expected. But, with the noises that you were pulling from Calum, you weren’t really surprised. You felt your orgasm hitting you, and you tried to keep your mouth on him.

“It’s okay, baby.” He said quietly, placing his own hand over his cock. “Wanna watch you make yourself cum.”

You pulled away from him, sitting up on your knees and placing your free hand on his leg for balance. His hand moved slowly along his shaft as he watched you. Your fingers applied a firm pressure to your clit, you felt a heat spread through your body. You arched your back, your head falling back and your mouth slacked open as you came on your hand. When you started to come down, you pulled your hand away from your center, panting as you tried to catch your breath.

Calum grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. His tongue licked his lips quickly before he slipped your soaked fingers into his mouth. Moaning as he cleaned your juices from your fingers, he picked up the pace with his own hand.

“Let me help.” You said, moving off of the bed to kneel beside it. Calum sat up, putting his thighs on either side of your body. He leaned back on his hands as you took him in your mouth once again. You began to bob your head quickly until you felt him twitch against your tongue. You tasted precum just as you pulled him from your mouth. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out over your lower lip.

“Oh, fuck-” He cried as his hips bucked into your hand. “God, fuck, oh my god.” You closed your eyes just in time for a thick line of cum to fall across your tongue. You continued to work him through his orgasm, trying to get as much of his cum onto your tongue as possible. He pulled your hand away once he finished, much too sensitive to let you keep touching him. You pulled your tongue into your mouth. You swallowed quickly as you used his discarded towel to clean your face.

Calum fell back on the bed, one hand landing on his stomach. Once you had cleaned yourself up, you moved to lie beside him. You took his hand in yours, linking your fingers.

“I love you so fuckin’ much.” He panted.

“I love you, too.”

“No, like… So much.” He repeated. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything ever.”

“You’re always such a sap after I suck your dick.” You giggled, rolling so that you were half laying on top of him. You started to place soft kisses to his chest. His hand that had been lying on his stomach moved up to rest on your hair.

“Just want ya t’know that I love ya, princess.”

“I know you do, Calum.” You whispered.

You lie there together for a few more minutes. Calums fingers lightly massaging at your scalp while you continued to kiss his collarbone.

“Oh, shit.” He said suddenly. “That was four. One more to go and we set a new world record.”

“World record? Thought this was just the Hood record.”

“But, baby… You are my world.”

“Holy shit, dude.” You laughed loudly. “I knew you were cheesy but, damn.”

“Ya know I'm only cheesy because you love it.”

“I hate it.”

“You love it.”

“I really don't.”

“You do, though.” He sighed. “If you didn't love it, you wouldn't have married me. Check and mate.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “Don't go gettin a big head about it.”

Calum giggled. His giggles had to be one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. You smiled up at him, your hand coming to rest beneath your chin. You did love when he would get cheesy. Even you had to admit it, if only to yourself.

After a few more minutes of lying together, Calum's stomach let out a loud growl. You got dressed again and left the hotel for dinner. One thing you loved about Calum was that over the years, he'd picked up just enough foreign language skills to be able to order for you when you were abroad. He'd teased you at first, always threatening to order something gross from the menu, but he never did. Even early on, he knew what you liked and always did well when ordering.

Over dinner, you talked about what you both wanted to do for the rest of your vacation. You still had four days in Paris and both agreed that staying in the hotel room, having sex in as many places as possible, might not be the most responsible way to spend the time.

“That's what we did the last two times we were here.” Calum laughed, taking a sip of his drink. “I've still never seen the Mona Lisa and I've been to Paris probably twenty times.”

“I promise we will see the Mona Lisa before we leave.”

You pulled out your phone, making a list of the things you wanted to do before you left your favorite city on Earth. It was all very touristy, and a lot of it you'd already done. You told Calum about the young couple you'd seen that morning. You told him how they reminded you of yourselves when you were younger.

“We were troublemakers, huh?” He said, a fond smile coming to his face as he thought back to the night in question.

“Yeah, but we had fun.” You giggled.

“I got in so much shit for sneaking you out of the hotel like that.”

“It's not like we made a rope out of the bed sheets and scaled down the side of the building.” You laughed. “We strolled right out the front door. Plus, I kind of made you take me out.”

“Made me?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. “When we did that I was still looking for any possible reason I could find to get you alone. We should do that again. Go out and explore in the middle of the night. See the city of lights in her full glory.”

You grinned at him across the table. “We should.” You agreed.

You finished dinner before walking hand in hand back to your hotel. When you made it back to your room, you both changed into pajamas and got comfortable in bed.

“We still have one more to go if we want to break the record.” You said as your head rested on his chest.

Calum took a deep breath, “I'm sorry, but I ain't got it in me, princess.”

“Didn't realize I married a quitter.” You joked.

“Not a quitter, just a very tired man who already had sex with his incredibly beautiful wife three times today.”

“It's okay, my love.” You told him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “We can try again next year.”

Calum was quiet for a moment. His fingertips ghosted over your shoulder. “I could get you off twice, and we can count it as one.” He offered.

“Is that against the rules?”

“As co-author of the official rules, I'll allow it.” He answered. “But only if you're up for it.”

You considered it. Half of you was tired, and just wanted to fall asleep right then. But the other half knew that you'd sleep so much better if Calum made you cum twice more.

“What about you?” You asked. “Think your jaw can handle it?”

“We brought toys. I'll just use those.”

“Okay.” You agreed.

Calum placed a kiss to your hair before you rolled away from him. He stood from the bed and walked to your suitcases. He pulled out a simple purple vibrator from your bag before making his way back to you.  

He tugged your cotton pajamas down your legs, setting them next to you on the bed. You opened your thighs and heard a moan from Calum. He settled on his stomach between your thighs. You heard him switch on the vibrator, his full lips pressing kisses to your inner thighs before the tip of the toy connected to your clit. You jolted slightly, the sensation just a bit of a shock.

“I got you, baby.” Calum cooed. You put your hand out, reaching for him as your first orgasm built in your abdomen. He took your hand, lacing his fingers between yours.

Your hand tightened in his as your other hand balled the sheets into your fist at your side. Your breathing became heavy as your eyes screwed tightly shut. Loud moans came from your lips as he turned the speed of the vibrations up slightly. Your moans were replaced by pleasured cries as you came.

“That's it, baby.” Calum sighed between your legs. “Doing so good. So good for me.” He pulled the toy away for a moment, letting you relax as he kissed up and down your thighs. “Ready for one more?”

“I don't think I can.”

“I know you can.”

Your eyes stayed closed as you nodded, “Yeah,” you sighed. “One more, baby.”

He moved the vibrator back to your sensitive clit. “Yeah, love. Just one more. You’re doing so well, baby.” His sweet words were spoken with a soft voice just before his lips began to place kisses around your trembling thighs.

This time it took longer for you to feel that knot starting to form. But Calum didn't let up. His hand stayed in yours while his lips roamed over your thighs. You started to feel that same heat spread from your tummy to your chest as impossibly louder moans spilled over your lips.

“Just a little more,” he said softly. “Come on, baby. Sing for me.”

That was all it took for the most intense orgasm of the day to fully take over your senses. You were sure that Calum was talking to you as your back arched against the mattress. But you couldn't hear anything over your own loud screams. Your toes curled as you started to come down, you realized that you'd been gripping the sheets hard enough for your fingers to hurt.

Once you were over the high of your pleasure, Calum pulled the toy away, switching it off and tossing it to the floor beside the bed. “You're amazing, love. You always do so well. I knew you could do it, baby.”

A lazy smile came to your face as he praised you. He sat up on his knees and took your pajamas in his hands. He was gentle but quick as he pulled them back up your legs. When they were settled on your hips he took his place next to you, pulling the blanket over the two of you.

You turned to lay on your side, facing away from him. He put his arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest. “Love you so much.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. “My girl did so good for me.”

You hummed in response, your sleepy smile growing. You placed your arm over his around your waist. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, pulling it to wrap tighter around you.

“Okay, princess.” He chuckled as he followed your silent orders and tucked his arm around you. He pulled you as close to himself as possible. “Goodnight, my love. Happy Valentine's Day.”

You hummed again, lacing your fingers between his as your hand rested on top of his. “Best one yet.” You said with a smile. “Love you. Thanks for being my valentine forever.”

“Forever and ever, princess.”

~~~

Sorry this is a day late! I completely forgot to post yesterday and wasn’t home until late. But it’s here! I originally had planned for Calum’s fic in this series to be angsty, but I decided that that wasn’t how I wanted to celebrate Cupid’s birthday. So y’all got a ridiculously long smut instead. Deepest apologies. Can’t wait to hear what y’all think of this one! 

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[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

Liability (Girls Talk Boys part 31)

The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy 'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore And then they are bored of me I know that it's exciting Running through the night, but Every perfect summer's Eating me alive until you're gone Better on my own

They say, "You're a little much for me You're a liability You're a little much for me" So they pull back, make other plans I understand, I'm a liability Get you wild, make you leave

BIG THANKS to Viv @toofadedtofight for her amaaazing cover of this song to go along with this chapter. You’ve been my rock through most of this series and I can’t thank you enough

Cher had just fed Ringo and was helping Camille go through her packing checklist. She was leaving tonight for Atlanta to promote ProFantasySports and to escort the winners of the PFS Super You, Super Bowl contest around the events. Her boss Stephen and co-worker Jake were also going on the trip but as Camille was quickly becoming the face of the company her schedule was jam packed. She had media events, live streams with the contest winners, and parties with players and agents.Camille was a ball of nerves as this was her first BIG event for the company. Stephen was with her for every media event and party, but the sheer scope of the audience intimidated her.

“Calum is driving you to the airport right?” Cher asked her.

“You know how he is,” Camille chuckled.

“Is he still pouting you're leaving for the week?” Cher asked.

“You know how he is,” Camille repeated, this time rolling her eyes. “I don't get it I'll be gone for days. He was gone for weeks.”

“You did snatch his soul just two days ago” Cher pointed out before her phone started going nuts.

“Who's that? Ashton?” Camille raised her eyebrows.

“No, it's Cody. He's still staying with his brother. He's still talking to Nick but I don't think they can fix it this time.” Cher sighed.

“They've both cheated before, what makes this different?” Camille asked.

“I think because it's Harry, someone who lives I the complex, that's bothering Nick. Maybe he's just sick of the drama who knows? I'm gonna go see him but I'll be back before you leave. I'm taking him some booze,” Cher told her.

“Tell Cody I still love him,” Camille called after her.

Camille had her suitcases on the bed going through them once more to make sure everything was right. As usual she had a color coded system to assist in packing and Calum was stretched across her bed helping her check off each item. He'd insisted on being the one to drive her to the airport and helping her pack so he could spend every minute with her before she left.

“Have you ever been to Atlanta?” Calum asked looking over her itinerary.

“No, I've hardly ever traveled. Anytime I got on a plane or was to Ohio or Florida to see grandparents,” Camille replied.

“I swear you're packing for me next time I go anywhere. I don't know how you stay so organized,” Calum shook his head as he watched her pack little items into small bags, small bags into bigger bags, and the big bags into her suitcase.

“It's one less thing to worry about. Also it makes me crazy to have to buy something I need at the last minute. I'm stressed out enough as it is about this whole trip.” Camille was bouncing on her toes as she paced nervously.

“Darling, you're going to be great. You're amazing at what you do and I couldn't be more proud. You need to calm down, come over here and let me help you with that, please?” Calum reached out and pulled her down next to him on the bed. Camille protested but Calum leapt up closed each suitcase and gently set it on the floor by the bed. He then laid Camille onto her back working his way between her thighs, pulling her jeans and panties down his mouth seeking her out. Soon his tongue was curling inside her, his hair clenched in her fists as he worked on getting her more relaxed.

“You didn't think I was going to let you leave without making sure you remember you're mine, did you?” Calum growled against her skin. His teeth marking her thighs as he left fingerprints on Camille's hips. He stood back up looking at her on the bed before him. Pulling off his shirt and hurriedly yanking his pants down and kicking them aside he was back on her in seconds.

“I'm all yours Calum, only yours.” Camille pulled him up to kiss him tasting herself on his lips.

“My darling Camille,” he murmured in her ear as he thrust inside her rocking his hips against hers.Camille loved how Calum could be rough yet gentle and caring at the same time. How his rings could bite into her skin as he smacked her ass at the same time that he was smothering her in kisses all while driving her closer to her orgasm. As they lay there afterwards Calum checked the time.

“We have a couple hours before we have to leave. Let's double check everything and then I want you back in this bed. I'm not done with you yet.”

Cher knocked and waited a couple minutes before knocking again. The door swung open to reveal a red faced and bleary eyed Cody.

“You look like shit,” Cher didn't mince words.

“Well fuck you too bitch, did you bring liquor?” Cody snapped. Cher raised her eyebrows and a bag full of clinking bottles.

“That's my girl,” Cody grabbed the bag and kissed her cheek. Cher went inside and the place was a wreck. There were empty bottles, dirty clothes and fast food wrappers everywhere as Cher picked her way to the living room. Cody's brother Cayden was always a slob and it pained Cher to see her friend living like this.Cody cracked a bottle of vodka and took a swig. “Are you staying to get drunk with me?” He asked.

“Cody what the hell are you doing? This isn't the first time you and Nick have broken up. You said yourself y'alls relationship has been problematic from the beginning.” Cher wanted to cut through Cody's theatrics to get to the real problem.

“Everything is just fucked now,” Cody set the bottle down on the table to rest his hands in his head. “Nick told me he hasn't been happy for a while now. He'd been holding on hoping that somehow we could turn this around, fix it and build it back up.”

“Why can't you though if that's what you both want?” Cher questioned.

“Because he doesn't want that anymore. He's cheated, I've cheated...hell he even fooled around with Harry himself before we ever knew each other. It's just gotten to the point where we're both tired of trying again, if we were really in love we wouldn't keep hurting each other like this,”  Cody looked miserable but resigned.Cher started to protest but Cody stopped her “Cher it's done, we're selling the condo and moving on.”

“Cody YOU CAN'T!” Cher was stunned. “You can't move away. You're always gone for work if you move I'll never see you.”

“I can't afford it on my own, even if I could I doubt he'd sell out to me,” Cody sighed. “I don't know what to do.”

“Don't do anything until I can talk to Camille and my lawyer. We'll figure something out, I promise. You just have to get a little time,” Cher met his eyes as she grabbed his hands.

Cody felt hopeful for the first time in days. Maybe his girls could help him figure everything out.

“Oh my God Calum I'm gonna be sore tomorrow,” Camille stretched and snuggled her head into Calum’s chest.

“Good,” Calum laughed and pinched her ass causing Camille to giggle. She rolled off the bed and grabbed her robe to walk to the bathroom.

He started to follow but she stopped him “we have to leave in forty minutes you stay here and put your pants on. I'm going to get cleaned up.” Camille laughed as she headed down the hall as Calum stood up grabbing a towel and his pants.  Sitting back on the bed he flipped through her itinerary again this time spotting a few things he hadn't noticed before. Camille came back from a quick shower and began getting dressed pulling on black yoga pants, pink Nike air max sneakers and Calum's green Empathy hoodie she was stealing for the week.

“Babe I wish you could come with me. I'm going to miss you,” Camille began to apply a little bit of makeup. She wasn't famous enough to get attention but there were enough photographers around the Super Bowl that Camille wanted to look good just in case.

“I'm sure you'll be too busy to notice,” Calum muttered his voice low. Camille laughed “have you seen my schedule? I'm going to be too busy to remember my own name.”

“Just hope you remember you have a boyfriend.” Calum replied just loud enough for Camille to hear him.

Camille tried to laugh it off “don't be silly babe, like I could ever forget you.”

“Well you know how you forget things,” Calum had a tone in his voice that was impossible to ignore.

“Okay what's that supposed to mean?” Camille put down her makeup brush and turned to face him.

“Just that it's convenient that you forgot to mention you'd be at a party with Quentin. Your ex boyfriend that seems to pop up from time to time.” Calum grumbled.

“No, no that's not how it is. You've had that itinerary for two weeks now. I never hid anything from you. That party is hosted by Brandon Pearcy, Quentin's agent, he was at the New Years Eve party. Brandon is the agent to several big name NFL players and getting to know him is a smart business move.” Camille spoke slowly trying to remain calm.

“Don't talk down to me,” Calum huffed “I know who he is. He was shamelessly flirting with you at that party until I showed up. Besides don't act like you've never kept a secret from me.”

“What are you talking about and why are you doing this? I've never kept any secrets from you.” Camille was baffled but starting to feel her temper rise.

“Oh so you weren't keeping secrets for Harry?” Calum's voice was accusing.

“Be serious!” Camille shot back. “That's not even fair. Cody and Harry had nothing to do with you, I found out by accident and it wasn't my business to tell anyone. That was more for Cody, who has been my friend for years, than Harry.”

“So you admit you were keeping a secret?” Calum asked her again.

“This is ridiculous. This has nothing to do with Cody or Harry so stop pretending it does.” Camille put her hands on her hips, her face flushing pink.

“Okay fine, I don't like that you didn't tell me you were going to a party your ex boyfriend is going to be at,” Calum was on his feet now pacing around the room.

“You know Quentin is actually playing in the Super Bowl. His agent is the one throwing the party. I don't know who might show up, and my boss will be at the party with me.  As much fun as the Super Bowl is may I please remind you that for me this is a work event. I am working this entire week.” Camille rubbed her eyes feeling the beginnings of a headache.

Calum felt his stomach turn, this was all coming out wrong but he couldn't stop himself. “No I get it, your job is more important to you than our relationship,” he regretted the words the second they left his mouth.

“Are you serious? Yes actually it is, you mean the world to me Calum, but this is how I make a living. I don't know what the hell has gotten into you, but I have worked way too hard to build myself a career to throw it away because you're in a shit mood.” Camille squared her shoulders not willing to back down.

“Right, even if that means cozying up to your ex to get ahead,” Calum looked down at the floor.

"What the fuck? I slept with him three times Calum. He knows we're together. I don't understand why you're throwing him in my face. I only dated him, in part because I had a huge crush on you." Camille protested.

"Don't turn this on me, I didn't make you fuck him. Yeah I don't like knowing guys like that are gonna be crawling on you for days. You pretend you don't realize they're flirting with you but you're not stupid. You're a pro at handling people and charming men.” Calum was yelling now.

“That's not fair, you know it's my job!” Camille protested.

“ I don't care, I fucking hate that you're going to be getting hit on by guys that are better than me.  NFL  guys who are tall, rich, have big  muscles, tattoos, with 6 pack abs and flashy cars. The agents who are older and smarter than me. Who have boats and seaside houses to impress you with. They can talk to you about football, but I guess I can always console myself with the idea that it'll be my face you picture while you're cumming on his cock." Calum regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.

“No, we're not doing this right now. I am getting ready to leave for the biggest week of my career, and you've decided to throw a tantrum.” Camille was on the verge of tears. She heard the front door open and knew Cher was home.

“Camille...” Calum started but Camille shook her head.“You need to leave, I'm done with this conversation,” she was glaring at him, angry and hurt.

“Camille please,” Calum tried again.

“Get OUT!” Camille shouted.

“FINE.” Calum raised his voice to match hers before slamming her bedroom door on his way out.

Cher heard the loud voices when he came home and rolled her eyes not surprised they were fucking right up until they had to leave. It took her a second to realize they were fighting, Cher jumped when the door slammed and Calum came thundering down the stairs. His face was red with fury and she could see tears starting to fall.

“Calum what the hell is going on?” Cher asked completely shocked.

“She broke up with me,” his voice was ragged and caught in his throat.

He ran out the back door and Cher couldn't move for a second. She heard the sound of glass breaking upstairs and it snapped her back to reality.

You need to check on Calum... they broke up. Cher texted Ashton and headed upstairs to put Camille back together and get her on a plane.

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