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etherealhood · 6 years ago

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Lighthouse - Part Two

author: @etherealhood

word count: 10,470

warnings: nsfw 18+, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, make-out in the on-call room, mention of cancer

a/n: and here is chapter two! holy shit thank you for the feedback and all the kind words on part one! it means the world to me that you all are just as excited for the rest of the series as i am! this is real long and steamy so enjoy!!

pairing: neurosurgeon!calum x pediatric/neonatal!surgon reader

As you looked down at the charts in your hands, you walked into the patient’s room. Looking up, you saw the little boy sitting in the bed and his parents sitting in the chairs next to him. With a smile, you greeted them. “Hey, everybody! How’re we doing tonight?” You asked, setting the grey charting folder on the bedside table as you stood at the little boy’s bedside. “Tyler, how you doing, bud?”

Tyler, your patient, sat in the bed, tapping away at a tablet in his hands. “I’m great, Doctor Y/L/N!” He smiled brightly, still looking kind of tired as he did so. “I’m winning the game! Look! I never win!” He told you excitedly.

“You’re kidding!” You exclaimed happily, looking over his shoulder to see the game he was playing. All the time that you’ve spent with Tyler this past month has given you a bit of a knack for knowing the latest games and how to play. “There’s someone behind you, I can hear footsteps.” You told him.

His character turned around and shot the remaining player, winning the match he played. He laughed in surprise, clearly excited about winning in the game for the first time. He turned to look up at you, seeing as you held up your hand in a high-five. “I can’t believe I just saw that! Congrats, Tyler.” You say, praising him.

Looking to his parents, you notice the small smiles on their faces as they watch their son. It’s rare for you to see a parent smile in what you do. Watching your child go through something so painful hurts more than anything, as you know to some degree. So seeing your patient’s parents smile always made your heart swell.

Especially parents that had kids with tumors or cancer. Tyler had what was called a pediatric ependymoma, in which the tissues of his spinal cord and brain were being damaged by cancerous cells. The doctors working on the case had caught it early on, so thankfully he was still in the early stages of the disease. However, it was rapidly growing and he was required surgery to remove the problem.

Since Tyler was a child, he fell under your specialty, but his condition was also neurological, so you’d been working with the attending neurosurgeon, Calum Hood. Truthfully, you didn’t mind working with him. Although you were both headstrong and that trait caused you to butt heads all the time, you worked together perfectly. In the years that’s you’d been a doctor, you’ve never worked as well with someone as you have with Calum.

Over the four months that you’d been working at the hospital, you had grown a lot closer to Calum. Since you were two of the only single people in the group, you spent most of your time together both at and outside of the hospital. Most nights you got off, you and Calum would go to the bar down the street and have dinner or go to one of your apartments and just hangout there. At the hospital, you and Calum had lunch together when you weren’t eating with Marie and Aerielle, which wasn’t very often, but frequent enough to be considered good friends.

“So, Tyler, hate to bring down the mood, but I’ve gotta take-”

“Vitals, I know.” He sighed as he nodded, sitting up straighter so you could take his heartbeat. “Are you going home after this?” He asked as you grabbed your stethoscope and put it in your ears.

“No, I’ll be here a while, lil dude.” You told him, putting the chest piece over his lungs, telling him to take deep breaths. “So whatever you need throughout the night, just press the button on the remote and I’ll be there. Another deep breath for me, Tyler.”

You finished up the vitals and started writing things down in his charts. You sat in a chair as Tyler told you about him and Michael playing a couple games the other night. Eventually, Tyler’s parents started telling you about they’d gotten the physical therapist to start working with Tyler and what he’d been doing with the therapist, who was recommended to them by Calum. Because of Tyler’s tumor being in his spine, he was likely to lose motor functions and it was the goal to keep that from happening too soon.

Said man walked into the room, knocking two of his knuckles on the door as he stood in the threshold. Everyone in the room looked to see him with a smile as he came further into the room. “Hey, everyone. How are we doing this evening?”

“We were just talking about the therapy you recommended for Tyler.” The little boy’s mother explained to the neurosurgeon.

Calum nodded in understanding as he looked at the monitor screen, making sure everything looked okay. “How’s that been going?” He asked. You stood from your seat and pushed the chair out of the way, as you knew that Calum coming into the room meant he was getting you so you two could eat together.

“The therapist said Tyler’s been doing good, that they don’t usually see such motor function in children with his condition.” Tyler’s father told Calum, smiling at his little boy.

“That’s great!” The doctor grinned down at his patient, giving him a thumbs up. “When we get you out of surgery in a few weeks, you’ll be doing even better.” Calum promised.

You smiled as you watched your friend interact so casually with the child you’d grown fond of over the time you’ve worked with him. If you weren’t with Tyler, then Calum was usually nearby, making sure that the child got everything he needed to be comfortable. Calum didn’t get very many child patients, so when he did, he always made sure to make them as comfortable and unafraid as he could.

Looking down at your watch, you saw that it was approaching ten o’clock and you still hadn’t eaten. Your stomach was starting to rumble as you thought of what the cafeteria might have tonight. You smiled at everyone in the room, informing of them of your departure. “Well, I’ve been here for a while now, so I’m gonna get going, but I’ll be back in about two hours to make sure you’re doing alright. Sound good?”

Tyler shrugged. “You know, I’m getting tired of you always waking me up in the middle of the night.”

You giggled at the child’s statement, nodding in agreement. “I could say the same for you, bud. We’re gonna let you get some rest for now, so we’ll be on our way.”

“Thanks, Doctor Y/L/N and Doctor Hood.” Tyler said to you and your colleague. You and Calum looked at each other briefly, sharing the common thought of how much you both adored the sweet boy.

“Goodnight, Tyler. Mister and Missus Watts.” You nodded in farewell to each of the family’s members before walking out with Calum right behind you, his hands in the pockets of his white coat.

As soon as you stepped further out into hall, you let out a deep, solemn sigh. Calum’s face softened as he tilted his head slightly. “You okay?” He asked, knowing what was bothering you already.

“Yeah, he just, reminds me of what I could’ve had, you know? He’s just such a pure and sweet kid.” You told him as you walked down the hospital hallway with your arms crossed over your chest. “Wish I got to know mine.” You mumbled quietly. Calum felt his chest tighten as you brought up your child.

After a while of being friends with Calum, you explained what you’d gone through in the last two years to him. Since you were so close, you felt inclined and comfortable enough to tell him about your harder times in life. You told him about the loss of your son and the divorce in full detail. It was nice, because you hadn’t for a long time, had someone who didn’t understand what you had gone through, but would just listen to what you need to get all out when it came to your past.

Calum wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side so you could lean your head on his shoulder. “I know you do, love.” He whispered, kissing your right temple softly as you two continued down the hall.

Taking the elevator, you two rode down to the cafeteria together, talking about what you were both up to tonight. Calum and you were going to both be at the hospital until tomorrow morning, so it was kind of a relief that you’d get to see each other throughout the night.

You both entered the not so busy cafeteria, going your separate ways to grab what you wanted to eat, before finding a table in the corner to sit at. You sipped some of your water after you bite into the sandwich you bought. You and Calum started talking about the day and patients you had or things you’d heard from other people all day long. It was the kind of conversation that just flowed and you didn’t feel the need to make an effort.

From across the cafeteria, two of your friends watched you interact with Calum. Ashton and Marie were sitting together, discussing their wedding plans when they saw you and Calum sit down together. You laughed at something the Maori man was saying as you put a chip in your mouth, trying to hold back from laughing harder.

Marie beamed as she saw you smile and laugh. Knowing that your life had been rough for the last couple of years brought her to great sorrow, because all she ever wanted for you, one of her greatest friends, was happiness and a good life. You deserved to be happy and she thought that your kind heart always deserved great things. She always felt it was unfair that you were given the cards life dealt you.

Seeing you so happy and so comfortable with being yourself again after so long of just being stuck in your grief, was something she’d been waiting for. Marie knew you moving down fo California, being around your long-time friends would be good for you and she was so happy when Ashton told her that you decided to take up his offer of being the head of your speciality at Crossroads General. Albeit, she’d rather have heard it from you than from her fiancé, she was ecstatic for your arrival.

As the couple watched you with Calum, Marie couldn’t help the concern she had for you. She knew that you and him were great friends and he was a big part of the reason you were back on your feet again, but she was still worried. She loved Calum like family, she really did, but she knew how he was: he slept with someone and always left it at just sex, not making an effort to really care about what happened afterwards.

She knew that he was a good man and that he wouldn’t dare hurt you, but she had this fear that you and Calum would get involved sexually and that would cause you to fall back down a few steps from all the progress you made. It was very clear that you two liked each other and it was even cleared that there was some kind of chemistry between you two. Marie didn’t understand it, but she saw it every time you were with him. The way you two fit together was perfect and she would’ve had to have been dumb to not see the possibility of something happening between you two.

Marie knew it was absolutely none of her business what you and Calum did, but you were her best friend, someone she’d considered a sister. All she wanted was you to have the best life you could. More than anything in the world, she wanted that. She wanted you to be happy and she felt terrible for thinking that getting with him could be detrimental to your well being.

Marie placed her small hand over one of Ashton’s, causing him to stop talking and slightly tilt his head as he looked at her. “What’s wrong, babe?” He asked, pulling the wrapper off him muffin.

“Calum and Y/N.” She nodded towards you two, causing her fiancé to look at you table. He saw you nodding along to what the neurosurgeon was saying as you bit into your sandwich.

“Yeah, what about them?” He asked, eating his blueberry muffin.

Marie sighed and shook her head. “I love Calum, I really do. But Y/N, she can’t be hooking up with him. I mean, you were there in the hospital after her and Cyrus… you know?” She said softly.

“Yeah, I know.” Ashton nodded, his voice low as sadness crept into him at the memory of that terrible phone call. After getting the news, Ashton, Marie, and Aerielle went up to Seattle and stayed for a couple days to help the struggling couple out. They stayed at the hospital with you and Cyrus, just trying to be a support system.

“It was rough on her. These whole two years have been hard for her and she’s just barely getting back to who she was and I don’t want Calum ruining it.” Marie looked to her green-eyed man, her dark brown eyes meeting his. “I think you need to tell him to make sure that nothing happens between them.”

“What? Why me?”

“Because you’re his best friend and he’ll listen to you.” Marie argued. “He won’t take it seriously if I tell him to back off. Besides, it would be weird.”

“Alright, fine.” Ashton sighed, knowing he couldn’t even put up much of a fight with his partner. She smiled and kissed his cheek, causing him to smile softly. “You’re lucky I’m so in love with you.”

Marie laughed at her fiancé, “I know I am.”

A few days later, Ashton found Calum coming out of an elevator, looking down at his phone as he walked out. Ashton hurried to finish writing something on the papers he was working on before unclicking his pen and shoving it in the chest pocket of his white coat. He closed the file and put it on the cart before quickly jogging towards his friend.

Calum looked upon hearing the sounds of footsteps hitting the linoleum hospital floors. He turned to see his best friend coming towards him, he furrowed his brows but put out his fiat for Ashton to bump. “What’s up, Ash?”

“I need to talk to you.”

Calum’s confusion only increased. “About what?”

“Y/N.”

It was weird how both bewilderment and fondness grew in him upon the mention of your name. He had no idea why Ashton would want to talk about you with him, but he was also jumping at the opportunity to talk about you. With an even more puzzled expression, the neurosurgeon shook his head. “What about Y/N?”

“Well, I have some concerns.” Ashton scratched the back of his neck, his fingertips grazing over the California condor tattoo he had. “So Marie and I were talking-”

“That’s never good.” Calum sighed, having a feeling he knew what was coming.

“No, it’s not bad.” Ashton explained. “We’re happy that she seems to be taking in to California and the hospital so well. It’s been rough for her these last few years, things I don’t want to get into because it’s none of my business.”

Calum shrugged as they turned down a hall, leading to the nurse’s station in the surgery wing of the hospital. “I already know about everything. The baby, her ex-husband.”

Ashton stopped in his place, causing his friend to do the same. “Then you know that it broke her to go through all of that. That her losing her son and her husband is why she’s down here, why she is the way she is.”

“What are you getting at, Irwin?”

“Don’t sleep with her, Calum.” Ashton blurted out, feeling a little bad about just coming out with it, but he needed to say it and he couldn’t keep beating around the bush.

“I don’t plan on sleeping with her!” Calum exclaimed as threw his hands up in the air, anger growing in him at the conversation. Nearby people looked at the two men, giving them weird looks. Calum winced at the attention he didn’t mean to grab before quieting his voice and turning back to the Chief of Surgery. “I don’t plan on sleeping with Y/N. It’s not like that.”

“Well make sure it stays like that.” Ashton told him with a bit more authority. “It’s not just Marie who feels this way, I do, too. Y/N, isn’t just a friend, she’s family and I don't want to see her get hurt.”

“I’d never hurt her.” Calum mumbled and looked down at his shoes, knowing where Ashton was coming from. It still made him angry, but he understood. As much as he cared for Y/N, as much as he might’ve been so enamored by her when he first met her, she was his friend first. She was his best friend first. It blew him away how she’d so quickly became one of his best friends. As his closest friend, he would do anything to make sure she was okay and that she was happy.

He wasn’t blind to why Marie and Ashton may have felt the need to say something. He knew that he had this reputation for sleeping around, and he understood that the fear of him hurting their friend stemmed from that quality of his. As he thought over it a little bit more, he realized that he wasn’t mad, he truly wasn’t. He was just frustrated. He thought that he was good at showing that for him, Y/N came before any sexual urge he might’ve had.

“I won’t sleep with her, you have my word.” He muttered as he nodded in agreement. “She’s just a friend. We done here? I have a surgery to get to.”

Ashton sighed as he realized that he had upset his friend before he nodded. “Yeah, we’re done here.” He said and with that watched Calum walk towards the operating rooms. Ashton shook his head and turned to go to his office.

“He’s getting worse, Y/N!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, biting your lip as to keep from saying something rude to your partner. “You think I don’t understand that, Calum?” You exclaimed, looking up at him dead in the eyes, noticing how he looked just as upset as you did. You felt bad for thinking that he looked so good when he was angry, the way his face scrunched up with the need to win the argument. His jawline beautifully defined as he clenched his jaw. His eyes darkened with irritation.

Calum was thinking the same thing as you two struggled with your opinions. He watched as you continuously licked your lip before you spoke, watched as you pulled it between your teeth. Today was one of the few days that you wore your hair down, since you hadn’t had any scheduled surgeries. So your hair flowed over your shoulders, your fingers going to run through it when you got upset.

It’d been a couple weeks since Calum and Ashton had the conversation about you being off limits to Calum. Ever since that day, he’d been looking at you different. Instead of looking you in the eyes when you were talking, he’d looking at your lips, wondering what they would feel like against his, what they would taste like. When he did look into your stunning eyes, his chest tightened because they somehow had this kind of magic that lit up the whole entire room. Whenever you smiled, he found himself smiling because more often than not, he was the cause of the lovely sight.

Whenever you two were sitting together at lunch, he watched you intently and hung onto every word of yours as you talked passionately about your day in the hospital or something totally unrelated. Whenever he saw your favorite color, he thought of you. He had no doubt that he was into you, especially when the sexual thoughts crept into his mind at the most inconvenient times ever.

The other day, he walked in on you in the supply room, grabbing things for a patient just as you bent over, your perfect ass right in front of him. It was ridiculous that he felt himself get hard just at the sight of your scrub pants tightening around your bottom. The other day, he went to grab something from his locker in the locker room, but you were in there the room, you pulling off your shirt, leaving your beautiful breasts in hey your bra. With a quick moment of his eyes trailing over you, he hurried out of the room. You often pushed your hair over your shoulder when you wanted it out of your face, leaving your neck exposed. He would look at your smooth skin and think about how perfect you'd look if his mouth left purple love bites on your throat.

It was safe to say that, without really knowing it, Calum Hood was falling in love with you.

The neurosurgeon scoffed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head with sneer as he put his hands on his hips. “Well, you seem pretty keen on not doing surgery. You’re a surgeon, this is what we do.”

“I know! But the tumor is in a tricky spot, if you make even one wrong move, he won’t have any muscle movement for the rest of his life.” You argued, eyebrows furrowed as you explained what you should do for Tyler’s treatment plan. Calum believed that he could do the surgery, even with the tumor being in such a terrible place, but you knew the risks and that the risks with this form of treatment almost seemed to outweigh the benefits.

As you two were walking in the hallway when you came back from lunch, you started discussing your mutual patient’s treatment. Unfortunately, you two didn’t agree, which led to the hushed argument. One of Ashton’s first rules in the hospital was to have quiet arguments to keep from disturbing any patients.

“I’m a neurosurgeon! My whole job is one big risk.” Calum threw his arms in the air, exasperated at the fact that this was even being argued. He was the attending neurosurgeon, which meant he was damn good at his job. This was one of the best hospitals in the country with some of the best teaching doctors and best surgeons, there’s no way that they wouldn’t be able to perform this successfully.

“I understand, but you’ve never done a procedure like this, maybe we could call in someone, have them teach you how to do it before you actually do it so our odds are better.” You watched as his face fell, making you instantly feel terrible for saying what you said. Without physically saying it, you told him that you didn’t believe in him, and that wasn’t the case at all.

Calum chuckled with disbelief, looking down the hall before grabbing your wrist, pulling you into one of the on-call rooms that was nearby. You didn’t register what was happening until you’d been pressed against the closed door once you were both inside. He leaned in, grazing his lips over the shell of your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin.

“May I should you teach you a few things, yeah? Teach you a lesson, Doctor Y/L/N?” He growled into your ear. You squeezed your eyes shut, moaning quietly at the way his tongue would gently peek out and touch your skin. Your hands went to his back, bunching up his own dark blue scrub top as he pulled back and looked into your eyes.

You gave him a slight nod, one that he had to have been looking for to see. You could feel that your eyes were clouded with lust as you found yourself no longer on Earth. He leans in, pressing his lips to your roughly. The taste of the chapstick you saw him applying multiple times everyday on his plump lips. You closed your eyes as you two moved in sync with one another, savoring the kiss you’d secretly been wanting for so long.

Over the last few weeks, you’d been craving Calum. You don’t know what suddenly sparked your sexual interest in him. Maybe it was that you hadn’t been with anyone in months, or maybe it was that you’d gotten too comfortable with your relatively new best friend, that you realized just how perfect he was. Whatever the case, you wanted him so badly, and now that he was kissing you, pressing his body as close as possible to yours, you couldn’t help but never want him to stop.

His hands wrapped around the backs of thighs, lifting you up against the wall. His neck craned up as he kissed you, trailing his hot and quick kisses down your chin and all the way to your warm chest. He nipped at the skin, causing you to whimper in pleasure and grind your hips into his body. He could feel himself harden a bit at the way you would roll yourself into him. The thin material of both of your scrub pants didn’t leave much to be desired.

Your small hands, went to the back of his head as he dragged his hand up and bunched up the material of your thin shirt above your bra clad chest. Your breasts were clad in a simple black, cotton bra, but oh did they look so heavenly. He moaned as he looked at your body, leaning into start sucking at your skin. His fingers trailed down your chest to pull down the cups of your bra so he could kiss and suck at your nipples.

His lips wrapped around the hard buds, the cool air of the room and his touch setting your body on fire, lighting you up with a warmth you’d never quite felt so intensely before. His teeth grazed over your sensitive skin, causing you to mutter a curse followed by a whisper of his name. Calum heard every sound you made, making sure he didn’t miss anything you might’ve said. He could feel himself spiraling into a daze as he touched you sensually.

A sudden beeping went off, pulling both you and Calum out of your moment. You looked each other in the eyes, both of you realizing what had happened as he set you back on the floor and pulled your bra back up and your shirt down. He wiped his mouth of the spit that had collected around his mouth from sucking so aggressively at your nipples.

There was one thing Calum was thinking as you grabbed your still-beeping pager from the waistband of your pants, reading the page you’d been sent: “Fuck.”

Calum muttering the curse made you look up at him. He pulled away and put his down his pants to adjust the growing erection he had. You furrowed your eyebrows, even more confused at what just happened as he left the room without another word, slamming it closed behind him.

You fell back against the wall, feeling very flustered and very needy for more of what your friend had to offer. “What the fuck?”

Later that night, Calum was in his apartment, sitting on the couch with his elbows resting on his knees, his face in his hands. There was an ice-cold, half-drunken Corona sitting on the coffee table next to his couch. He was beating himself up over what happened in the on-call room with you earlier that day.

After the extremely heated moment shared between you two, Calum made sure to avoid you for the rest of the day. It was tough seeing as you and him shared a patient and saw each other multiple times throughout the day. He made sure to go to Tyler’s room when he knew you wouldn’t be there. When he looked at Tyler’s files, he noticed that you gave your signature of approval to the surgery you and Calum would operate, the one you were arguing about.

After you two got off, you’d wait for him in one of the waiting rooms so you two could go get something to eat and have a couple of drinks at the bar. As he was walking out to leave, he saw you scrolling through your phone as you waited for him. He went as far as walking through the emergency room and out to his car, which was on the other side of the hospital, just so you didn’t see him and possibly confront him.

With the television playing quietly, he was cursing himself for letting his urges get the best of him. He knew better. He told Ashton nothing would happen, and just a couple weeks later he had his lips all over your chest and his hands touching every part of you he could in the on-call room.

Even with the shame he had for betraying his best friend, he still wanted you. Badly. He still wanted to explore every inch of not only your body, but your soul and your kind heart. After just that brief moment in the on-call room, he was beyond addicted to you.

Rubbing his hands over his face and up into his hair, Calum groaned frustratedly as he pulled at his hair. He laced his hands together and pressed his knuckles against his lips. He looked at the beer bottle on the coffee table that was leaving water rings, thinking of you and how you’d started drinking Coronas just because he did so. The water ring of his beer reminded him of the coasters you insisted he used when he was at your apartment. It reminded him of the way you got so mad when you saw water rings on your coffee table and made him smile softly at your weird quirks that he absolute loved.

He grabbed the bottle and brought it up to his lips, wrapping them around the lip of the bottle as he tilted his head back and let the beer rush down his throat. He drank the rest of the liquid in the bottle, finishing it off. A knock at his apartment door caused him to stop drinking and furrow his eyebrows as he looked at said door. He looked at the watch on his wrist and saw that it was approaching midnight.

Standing from the sofa, he walked over to the door, throwing the now empty glass bottle in the recycling bin as he walked by it before he went to the door and pulled it open. You stood there in front of him, looking anxious as you two made eye contact.

Calum’s eyes widened, stuttering as he tried to find his words. He was gaping, left speechless at you standing before him. To be completely honest, he didn’t really expect you to even talk about the incident in the on-call room, let alone show up at his front door. “W-What are you doing here?”

You walked in, pushing past him. He closed the door and turned to face you again. Your arms were crossed over your chest and you looked like you were also trying to find your words. With a final sigh, you set your bag on the counter in his kitchen.

“You said you had a few things to teach me.” You said, referring back to earlier that day. Your fingers came to the hem of your shirt as you pulled it over your head. Calum’s eyes just about fell out of his head as he watched you undress yourself.

“Y/N, stop.”

“Teach me.” The shirt you were once wearing dropped from your hands and to the floor by your feet. You began taking off your shoes as Calum watched you.

Calum shook his head slightly. “I can’t. I told Ashton nothing would happen between us.”

You shrugged, in response to Calum. “I don’t care what Ashton said. I want you to teach me a lesson.”

“We can't, we’re friends, Y/N.” He said, his eyes going up and down your body in a moment of weakness.

“But you wanted me earlier.” You walked over to him and grabbed his left hip, pulling him closer but also pushing yourself into him. Your hand smoothed up his chest and to the back of his neck, your fingers going to play with the the tiny hairs residing there. “Please, Calum. Teach me.”

He seemed to have another moment of hesitance, but you watched his face and saw that reluctance melt into desire. He cupped your face with his hands, dipping his head down to kiss your lips. Your eyes fell shut and you arched into him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders while his came down to circle around your waist.

He backed you up to the couch, your butt pressed against the back of it. His fingers trailed down your back and to the curve of your bottom, his hands going to the back of rogue thighs to lift you up. He set you on the back of the sofa, pressing himself as close as possible to you. You could feel the bulge in his pants that you’d felt earlier growing against you.

Calum's lips moved roughly against yours, but not as rough as before. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough of you and wanted to just get inside of you all while wanting to make this last because he didn’t know if it’d ever happen again. It felt like you were what was giving him the power to breathe and he’d been underwater for so long, holding his breath until his lung burned in his chest.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, pulling continuous whimpers from the back of your throat. “Lay me down.” You whispered. He did as you said, walking around to lay you down and hover over you. He looked down at you, your lips flushed and your chest heaving as you brushed our fingertips over the side of his face. His gaze followed his large hand as it smoothed over your bare stomach and up to your covered breast, cupping it in his warm palm. His other hand softly moved to your back, finding the clasp of your bra and unhooking the two hooks with just three of his fingers.

He pulled the straps down your shoulders, taking it completely off your body. After he’d thrown it over the back of the couch and let it fall somewhere on the floor in the kitchen, he went back to kissing you passionately. His fingers began tweaking at your nipples, pulling at them as his tongue grazed over yours.

Your hands went to rest on Calum’s shoulders, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head on one of the couch pillows. He pulled back from you, shaking his head with a smirk. “No, baby. You wanted me to teach you, remember?” He asked with a quirked brow. You nodded and bit your swollen bottom lip, your chest rising and falling as he looked down at your with eyes that had darkened significantly as you two made out. “So I’m in charge. Am I understood, gorgeous?”

You nodded and reached up to kiss his top lip quickly, still looking into his eyes as you did so. “Yes, Doctor Hood.” You whispered with a smirk playing at your plump lips.

Calum growled before he caught your lips with his once again, his fingers moving through your palm to lace with yours above your heads. You wrapped your leg around his waist, pressing your foot against his butt to push his crotch closer to yours. The erection pressed to your lower stomach. You mentally applauded yourself as you felt his covered cock twitch against you.

Still holding your hand, your friend started kissing down your body, licking over the spots his lips touched every now and then. When he got to your perky nipples, he made a point of looking you dead in the eye as he flattened his tongue over the hard peak before he pulled it into his mouth, sucking at it. You hissed at the wet feeling of his spit on your skin.

“You need me, baby?” He asked as he let go of your nipple, voice low as he started sucking at your stomach. You closed your eyes and shook your head when his free hand rested over your stomach, his long fingers splayed over your smooth skin. You shook your head, showing Calum some resistance, but that faltered as he licked your stomach and nipped at your skin. “Sure about that?”

“Don’t be such a tease, Calum.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes. He chuckled, before he undid the buttons of your jeans and then pulled your zipper down. He unlaced your fingers and grabbed the waistband of your pants, pulling them off and letting them fall to the floor.

His fingers bunched up the fabric on his back, pulling it off his body before throwing it onto the coffee table. He ran his hands through his thick hair and took the time to look down at your body, laid out in front of him.

His eyes scanned every inch of you. Every inch of your wonderful body, leaving him speechless. You had stretch marks on your hips and on your stomach which he assumed had came from your pregnancy. You had a tattoo on your hip that his fingers grazed over. He smiled softly at the black ink of the name he read he across your skin. He met your gaze and nodded slowly. “He had a beautiful name, Y/N.”

You felt your heart swell at the way that even in the heated moment, he could still speak to you with such fondness in his voice. That he could still touch you so softly, that he could still look at you with a softness in his eyes.

You leaned up, resting on your elbows as you watched his fingers trailed over your tattoo before your hand pulled him back down. You kissed him, softer this time than any of the other kisses you’d shared that day.

He leaned back down, laying you down once again. As he was above you again, the metal necklace he wore around his neck touched your heated skin, the cold contradicting the warmth. His fingers, hooking in the waistband of your panties, began pulling the flimsy fabric down. He let them pool with your jeans.

His fingers grazed over the scar just below your belly button before dipping down to run through your slick folds. You hummed quietly against his mouth, happy that he’d actually touched you where you wanted him to. His pointer and middle finger rubbed over you entrance as you stopped kissing him to moan into his mouth.

“Please, Cal. I want your fingers so bad.” You whined, looking him in the eye as you skimmed your lips against his. He pecked the corner of your mouth before dipping both of his fingers into your tight entrance, curling them up as he went right in with a single rub at your g-spot.

“Like that?” He asked as he began pumping them in and out of you slowly, making sure to graze his fingertips over the spot inside of you. You nodded in approval of his actions. His thumb started making clockwise circles around your bundle of nerves, causing you to arch into him. You loved that he’d so quickly figured out how to make you feel so good. His lips were kissing gently at your heated skin, your body starting to shine with sweat at the close proximity of your hot bodies.

Your hands smoothed down his chest, fingernails scratching gently at his dark skin which caused him to let out a little moan. Your fingers came to the waistband of his sweatpants. You slid your hands into his pants, fingers peeking into them smoothing over his round butt as you pushed them off of him.

His fingers were still pumping in you when his thumb pressed at your clit and caused you to dig your fingernails into his ass and your mouth to fall open. His forehead was leaning against yours, his nose bumping into yours as you tilted your head back. He watched as your brows furrowed and your throat was left exposed for him to mark up, which he took the opportunity to do so.

Calum’s plump lips latched onto your neck, doing a combination of sucking lovebites and skimming his teeth over the sensitive skin. You sighed pleasurably and squeezed at his bottom urging him to release a groan of satisfaction at your actions.

After a few more minutes of him fingering you, he could feel you clenching around his fingers and he wanted more than anything to hear what sounds you would make as you came, feel how your body would shake against his as you splattered juices on his fingers. His fingers were dripping with your arousal and he could only imagine how sweet you tasted. He’d make you come as many times as he could that night because he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to do it again.

“Come on, darling. I can feel you clenching ‘round my fingers.” He growled into your ear, his lips kissing underneath it before biting the thin skin gently. You whimpered and nodded, your hips squirming. It was almost torture the way you moved so actively against him, your hips pushing up into his hand but also creating a bit of friction against his achingly hard cock. “Oh, I wanna see your face as you cum, baby. You’re so fucking gorgeous, I can’t get enough of you.” He told you.

You moaned repeatedly, the sounds bouncing off the walls and the hardwood floors in his apartment, making it louder enough to hear from outside the front door to those walking by. “Oh my god. I’m right there.” You breathed out, your eyes squeezed shut.

“Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.”

With that, you released all over his digits, your body trembling and your toes curling as you came. Your release splattered against his fingers as he rubbed harshly at your g-spot and your throbbing bundle of nerves. You let out a mixture of curses and moans as you said his name over and over again like a prayer.

He helped you ride out your orgasm, trying to milk everything out of you and give you one of the best climaxes you’ve ever had. You’re not even gonna lie, Calum making you come with just his three of fingers was like being on cloud nine, you were more than excited to see what he could do with other things.

As your high settled, he pulled his fingers out of you gently just as you opened your eyes. He moved from you, sitting back on his knees, his sweatpants pulled low but not low enough to expose his lower half. Your eyes trailed all over his torso, noting every inch of him from the hair around his belly button that led into his sweatpants to the tattoos on his collarbone. You were looking up at him, making a piercing eye contact as he put his fingers, covered in you, in his mouth, sucking them clean. You suppressed the shiver of arousal that his actions wanted to send through you.

He smirked as he finished licking at his fingers, knowing that it had affected you even if you didn’t physically show him it did. Your breathing was uneven as you got on your shaky knees to level with him. Your fingers danced down his body, finally pushing off his sweats enough to show you his hard cock. It slapped against his stomach with a soft smack as he sighed, grateful for the release.

He moved to take them off fully, leaving them on the armrest of the sofa. You were both fully exposed to each other, nothing left between you two. You looked down at his erection, seeing a bead of pre-cum leaking from the slit in the swollen head of his dick. You wrapped your fingers around him, beginning to pump his member very slowly, teasing him.

You looked at him as you heard him gasp, immediately looking up to see his lips parted and his eyebrows scrunched up with a wrinkle between them. He placed his hand on your hip before he dipped his lips down to kiss you again. Your hand came off of him as he pushed you back down to how you were before, but you wanted to be on top and have a little control and that’s why you flipped him.

Unfortunately, you forgot that you were on the couch and it wasn’t big enough for you to flip over. You two landed on the floor, you on top of him as you landed on the carpet that he had in the living room. You were going to laugh at your mistake but didn’t as you heard him groan underneath you.

“Oh, Cal, I’m so sorry.” You apologized as you looked up at him, his eyes squeezed shut.

He shook his head and opened his eyes to look at you. “It’s all good, baby.” He said to you with a strained voice. He saw your soft smile as your tried to not laugh at the incident, which only made him laugh a little. His fingers rubbed up and down your spine, before splaying across your back to hold you close as he sat up. He kissed your chin, making you giggle when he nuzzled his face into your neck, his stubble tickling your skin.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you smiled at the playfulness of your situation. His chest was pressed against yours when you looked down at him, nuzzling your nose against his lovingly. One of his palms came up to cup your face, his thumb stroking over your cupid’s bow. The mood shifted around you and Calum again as it got quiet and all that was heard was your uneven breathing.

“What do you want, gorgeous?” He whispered as you leaned your cheek into his touch, your eyes closing at the comfort of him holding you so gently. You placed a kiss to the heel of his palm and looked at him with those eyes of yours that took the very oxygen out of his lungs.

“You. All of you.” You mumbled, tilting your head into his touch as you looked at him. Your hand came to the side of his neck, your finger stroking over the chain of his necklace.

“Then you have all of me.” He said lowly.

He went to grab his pants to pull out his pocket and grab his wallet since there was always a spare condom in there, but he realized he’d left his wallet in the bedroom. “I have to go get a condom.” He told you.

You shook your head and started kissing his cheek and jaw. His hands were on your thighs as he was confused by your actions. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control and I’m clean. What about you?”

“I just got tested, I’m clean.” He explained. You nodded and raised yourself up on your knees as Calum pumped himself a couple times before rubbing his tip through your folds. He looked at you for another sign of approval as he placed his cock at your entrance. “You’re sure about this, Y/N?” He asked, but you knew that he meant about everything; about him, about what could potentially ruin your wonderful friendship, what could get you both in trouble with Marie and Ashton.

But, you didn’t care.

All you wanted was Calum Hood, in any and every way you could get him.

“All I want is you, baby.” That was the first time all night you’d called him something other than his name and it made something snap in him as he realized how serious you were about this. He nodded as you sunk down on him, his hands coming to your hips as he was finally all the way inside of you. You both let out satisfied sounds as you pushed him back onto the floor, Calum letting you take the reins.

You began rolling your hips towards him, bouncing on him as you sped up your actions. His hands were on your hips, squeezing tightly at the feel of your warm pussy wrapped so tightly around him. To steady yourself, you placed your hands on his soft stomach, grinding down into him as he laid on the carpet.

He couldn’t stop watching you as your tits bounced in front of him. Your eyes were looking down at him, watching as he bit his lip at the sight of you above him. His fingers tightened around you, his nails digging into your skin as you grinded a bit harder into him, rubbing your clit at his pubic bone.

“Fuck.” He groaned out when you tightened your walls around him. With every movement you made coming down on his cock, he prodded that sweet spot inside of you, pushing against it repeatedly. Your head fell back and your nails dug into his chest, scratching roughly down his chest, making him moan loudly; louder than you’d heard all night. After that, you quickly caught on to the pain kink he seemed to have and planned on taking full advantage of it throughout the night.

He flattened his feet on the ground so he could begin thrusting his hips up meet you halfway and maximize the force of your movements. He sat up and used his right hand to grab a fistful of your hair and pull your head back gently, while his other arm circled around your waist. You hooked your arms underneath his, holding him close as your hands rested on his shoulder blades.

Your leaned your cheek against his shoulder, beginning to kiss his soft skin gently while you moved sloppily with each other. You could feel him do the same to your bare shoulder, though his kisses quickly turned into sucks so he could leave hickeys on you. You knew that the next time you looked in the mirror at your naked body, you’d be covered in all kinds of bruises that came from just this night. With the way he gripped your hips so mean, you knew that there’d be finger-shaped bruises, you knew that you’d have various love bites scattered over your body and the thought of having a reminder of this night thrilled you.

“Feel good, darling?” He asked in between his kisses on your sweaty skin.

You nodded slowly as pleasure shot through you at a million miles per hour. “Your cock feels amazing. Stretches me so good, fills me up unlike any other.” Pulling back, you grabbed one of his hands and brought it to exactly below your belly button. “I feel you right here, baby.” You told him as his fingertips sat where you could feel his tip grazing inside of you with every thrust he made.

He smirked and gripped your hips again, tighter than before as he held you close to him. His thrusts had stopped and he was just inside of you, twitching as he held you down on his cock. You whimpered and tried moving, but he wouldn’t let you. “That didn’t mean you could stop, Calum.” You scoffed.

Calum started moving thrusting up into you quickly, leaving you speechless as he moved so fast. You moaned loudly, realizing what his plan was. Tease you just a little bit then give it his all. You hugged him again, nose pressing into his shoulder as you pressed your lips to his sticky-with-sweat skin. He fell in love with the way you held him so close and the way your hard nipples were pressing against his chest. It was something that was so simple, but something that felt so wonderful.

“Please, don’t stop, Calum.” You begged him, whimpering and moaning with every thrust he made. Your sounds were endless, but Calum loved it. In the weeks leading up to this, he thought of the sounds you’d make as he fucked you into the sheets or as you moved against him like you were now, but this was way better than anything he could’ve ever dreamed up. The sounds leaving both yours and his mouths combined with the slapping of damp skin, the noises bouncing off the walls.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, gorgeous. Your pussy feels like heaven, so nice and warm. Fits me so perfectly.” He told you, bringing his hand to rub at your clit. You shuddered as his fingers touched the bundle of nerves that aches so good. “All mine, Y/N. You’re all mine.”

You hummed approvingly and sucked hickeys on his neck. You skimmed your teeth gently over his skin, causing him to shiver against you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, yanking his head back so he could look you in the eyes. “And you’re mine, got it?” You asked him, your voice raspy from all the sounds you’d been making. Calum nodded with a whine and it set you on fire to hear the sound. “Only I can have you like this, can touch you like this.”

“Whatever you want, love. I’m all yours.” He told you breathlessly. His lips crashed to yours as his hips began to stutter, the kiss a mess of tongue and clanking teeth. He kept bouncing your body on him as you swallowed each other’s moans and groans. Your teeth bit down on his bottom lip roughly as you felt the coil in your stomach burn as it tightened. The pain of your teeth digging into his swollen lip encouraged him to rub harder at your clit and move faster inside of your pussy.

You let go of his lip as you felt another release approach you. With your arms wounding around his shoulders again, you dug your teeth into his shoulder, surely leaving teeth marks. Your nails scratched relentlessly at his back, long welts being left in your place. Calum was so turned on as all the wonderful pain of you biting and scratching him mixed with the pleasure he got from moving in and out of you.

Your clenches around him became more frequent and your hips started stuttering as you moved faster with him. You pressed yourself as close as possible to him. “I’m there, baby. I want you to cum with me.” He whispered in your ear as your legs shook. “Wanna feel you cum again. All over my cock this time. Let go.”

Once again, his words sent you over the edge and you were cumming over his member. The feeling of your warm juices around him set him off as the head of his cock twitched and he released strings of cum inside you. His hips were shaking as he thrusted up into you unevenly.

“Calum, oh my god!” You cried out with pleasure filling you like it never had before. You were burying your face in his neck as you held him tighter. “Oh, fuck!”

Calum grunted and was breathing heavily in between his groans. His abs were clenching as he released, his eyes squeezed shut as dug his fingers into your hips. He didn’t stop saying your name as he came inside you, his head spinning as he had the best orgasm he’d ever had. Never in his twenty-nine years, had he ever found a woman that made him physically and emotionally feel the way you made him feel.

He knew as he looked up at you in your post-sex glory, still recovering from your orgasm that you were it. You were the one he’d always unknowingly wanted. The one he never knew he was looking forward to falling in love with. But here you were, your eyes still screwed shut as you came down from your high.

You rolled off of him, your legs shaky as you fell onto the floor next to him. Your arm rested over your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. Calum looked over at you as he laid back then looked back at the ceiling. He wondered what was going through your head, what you were thinking. Did you mean what you said when you told him he was yours? Or was that something you just said in the moment of great sex? Did you want to even be with him? Was this whole thing a mistake?

You peeked an eye open and saw him with a thoughtful expression. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he laid next to you. “What’re you thinking, Cal?” You asked softly, pulling him out of his daze.

He sighed and sat up, bending his legs to put his feet flat on the floor. He rested his elbows on his knees like earlier as he laced his fingers together and brought them up to rub his thumb over his lips. With his back to you, you could see the scratches you left on his tan skin, the ones that looked painful. The hickeys you marked him up with were on his shoulders and the side of his neck.

You sat up with him and brought your hand up to his shoulder, rubbing his hot skin. “Hey, talk to me.” You leaned against him, kissing his skin softly.

“Why? So you can just get up and leave?” He asked bitterly. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering where the sweet and caring man from earlier had gone. You should’ve known in all honesty. He had a habit of very quickly switching emotions up in the blink of an eye when something was worrying him. “Because if so, you can just go.”

He went to get up but you wrapped your hand around his left bicep to keep him from going anywhere. “You really think I’d do that to you? Because I promise I’m not going anywhere.” You said quietly, hoping he’d understand that you really did want to be here with him. You hoped that he’d understand what he meant to you and why you were really here with him.

“Why not? It was just sex, right?” He shrugged, shaking his head cynically. “Just me teaching you fucking a lesson?”

“What is your problem?” You exclaimed, frustrated that he wasn’t picking up what you were trying to say without saying it because he was so focused on himself. “God, Calum! Do you not understand that I’m trying to tell you I had feelings for you?” You frowned, looking at the man in front of you.

Calum’s anger melted away and his face visibly softened. “You what?” He mumbled.

With a soft chuckle, you cupped his cheek. You tilted your head to the side as you looked at him, tenderness swimming in your kind eyes. “This wasn’t just sex for me. I wouldn’t do that to you, not when I feel the way I do about you.”

The corner of his mouth lifted up in a gentle grin, his eyes lighting up with adoration and hope as he looked at you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or just assumed.” He grabbed your hand brought to his lips, kissing the back of it apologetically.

He laid back after grabbing a blanket off the sofa, throwing it on you and then he pulled you to lay on him. Your front was pressed to his side as you rested your hands over his chest, your cheek laying against your hands. He wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand rubbing up and down your back, fingers tracing circles around your soft skin.

You looked up at him fondly, happy that everything had turned around for the better. He tightened his arm around you, moving forward a bit to place short and sweet kisses on your lips. “Stay with me?”

“All night?”

“As long as you want, baby.” He smiled and pressed his lips to your forehead gently, your eyes closing in contentment. He ran his fingers up and down your spine, pulling you to sleep before he spoke up again. “Just promise me that this wasn’t a one time thing?”

You smiled and opened your eyes to look up at the man before you. “Well, it’s not just a one time thing. I’d like to see what you and I could turn into.” You told him.

Calum bit his lip to suppress his beaming face, but had a hard time doing so as you made him so happy. Being here with you, holding you and kissing you made him so happy. “I would, too.”

After a few minutes of silence, he chuckled and shook his head. You laughed at the man, wondering what was going on in his head. “What’re you laughin’ at, baby?”

“Ashton and Marie actually said something to me about us” He said, confusing you with what he meant, but you automatically had a feeling that it wasn’t a great conversation.

You rolled your eyes and huffed. “What’d they say?”

“Well, Ashton basically warned me about staying away from you because they think that I’m no good for you.” He said mockingly in his best Ashton voice. You chuckled and shook your head, kissing his pectoral.

“Fucking Ashton. I swear, he can’t keep his nose out of anything.” You said. “But I think they’re wrong. I think you’d be great for me. You already are.”

“So basically, fuck Ashton and Marie, and start sleeping together anyway?”

“Pretty much.” You shrugged and kissed his pectoral, scratching gently at his skin.

Calum tapped your shoulder, causing you to look up at him. “I can take you on dates, right?”

“Yes, of course.” You laughed, kissing his jawline. You put out your pinky and held it out for him. “We don’t tell anyone though, got it?”

Calum hooked his pinky with yours, sealing your promise. “Got it.” He nodded in agreement. He leaned in and kissed your lips. You pulled him on top of you and deepened the kiss. He grinded his hardening length against you and smirked when you hissed, still sensitive. “Wanna go again?”

You smiled smugly and nodded before wrapping your legs around his waist. “Sure you can keep up?” You asked, rolling your wet core into him.

“Without a doubt.”

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