When you were walking around for
orientation you were given pamphlets for depression, the freshman 15, student
orgs, sororities, and nearly everything else you could think of. Still,
somehow, you managed to miss the pamphlet on what to do with a frat boy between
your legs.
Sorry guys I have been so inactive with my imagines it’s been a busy last 6 months as I’m completing my final year of high school so probably no imagines until after I’ve finished, hope you all revisit my imagines and send some feedback my way appreciate all the messages from you guys xx
So I figured it was about time I posted another 😊 so it’s Calum’s turn! I’m not entirely happy with how it turned out but sure, I hope you guys like it ❤️ 5sos-official
Synopsis:
Calum comes
home from a day at the studio to see you in the bath and your bump peeking out
of the water.
“Y/N?”
I shout as I step into the apartment and throw my backpack onto the ground.
When I hear no answer I start to worry, she was 2 weeks from her due date and I
know her well enough to know that if she did go into labour while I was at
work, she wouldn’t tell me.
“Y/N?!” I shout louder as I walk up the stairs
quickly.
“Bath!”
She shouts back, I let out a sigh of relief as I run into the bathroom and see
her lying in the bath, her bump not fully being covered by the water.
“Hey,”
I whisper walking over and sitting down on the floor, she looks at me and smiles
as she runs her hand over the bump.
“Hey,
look it doesn’t fit under the water,” She giggles. I rest my arm on the bath
and look at her with a smile on my face,
“Soon
you’ll be having a bath with the baby,” I tell her, she screeches like a little
girl and claps her hands together,
It’s been a while since they’ve been together this way…it’s
been a while since they’ve been together at all. They broke up. Things didn’t
work out the way they wanted, it was a messy break up, filled with sore
throats, broken glass, and in the end broken hearts. They both moved on, found
other people, made life better for themselves. He became famous and rich, she
worked as a CEO of her own company and was obviously making a lot of money as
well. It wasn’t until he had seen her walking down the street in a city they
both didn’t know too well. She was there on business; he was there for a show.
She was wearing a nice, button up blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, wearing
heels, she looked professional. He wasn’t in anything more than what he usually
wore, his ripped band t-shirt and skinny jeans. His breath hitched in his
throat when he saw her, like it was some sort of sick dream, like fate was
messing with him. She looked great, and
she was doing great for herself. Being the guy he is, he watched her ass sway
as she walked quickly on the sidewalk causing his dick to twitch in his tight pants.
It felt like the clack of her heels was in time with his heartbeat. When
reality caught up with him, he found himself calling her name, like his mouth
had a mind of its own. She stopped and turned, confused, she didn’t know anyone
in this city. Her eyebrows knotted and her head was cocked slightly, until she
saw who it was and her features softened for a tiny second before going back to
confused.
“Calum.” She says, surprised.
“Hey Y/n. It’s been a while.” He says as he jogs over to
her, “How are you?”
“I’m great, actually. Calum, I don’t mean to be rude, but I
really need to get to this meeting right now.” She says, bringing her wrist up
so she could see the time on her watch.
“Well, maybe you’d be able to come to my show tonight and we
can hang out afterwards.” He suggested with a hopeful tone. She was hesitant
before answering.
“Look, Calum, I’m really busy. I don’t think it’s a good
idea—”
“It is a good idea, I want to catch up with you.” He cuts
her off, his eyes pleading.
She sighs and agrees. She never could resist him, not with
those big brown eyes staring at her like that. She gives him her new number and
hurries off to make her meeting. He gets in the taxi that he was waiting for
and heads back to the hotel he’s staying at. He texts her giving her the
details and after her meeting she send him a confirmation text. He rolls his
eyes and laughs as he reads it, the way she responded so professionally, as if
he were one of her clients. Sound check was before the actual show and Y/n
still wasn’t there, he was beginning to worry that she wouldn’t show. But right
before he went on for the actual show, he saw Y/n rushing in, her heels in her
hand, her hair out of place, and her clothes a bit sloppy.
“You made it.” He smiles, pulling her into a hug, which she
hesitantly returned.
“Yeah, my chauffer missed the exit, so I had to rush in here
and then your security said my name wasn’t on the list, which was before I
realized that you gave him my old nickname.” She says, giving him an unamused
glare.
“Did I?” Calum asks innocently.
“You did.” Y/n confirms, her lips in a straight line.
“Calum, we’re on in five!” One of the stage hands says as he
hands Calum a bass guitar.
“Well, that’s my cue. I’m really glad you’re here and I hope
you like the show.” He says, tossing the strap over his head, letting the instrument
hang on him.
Throughout the whole show Y/n watched in awe as Calum played
and sang, she never knew he was this
good, that’s probably why they didn’t work out, there wasn’t much
communication, there were more fights than anything else. The show ended and
Calum walked off the stage with three other boys, one she recognized
immediately.
“Y/n?” Luke questions, just as surprised as she is. The
other two boys send each other confused glances and shrugs.
“Hey.” Y/n mumbles sheepishly.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He asks as he gives her
a sweaty hug, “haven’t seen you in ages.”
“Yeah, I ran into Calum earlier and he invited me to see the
show so here I am.” She explains, shrugging at the end. Y/n sees Luke sending a
knowing smirk over to Calum before seeing the two boys who looked just as
confused as Y/n felt.
“Oh, my manners.” Calum jokes before grabbing the two boys.
“This is Ashton and Michael. Guys this is Y/n.”
“The same Y/n you always talk about?” The boy named Michael
asks. Calum’s cheeks turn pink and Y/n raised her eyebrows at him.
“He’s just fucking around, trying to embarrass me.” Calum
laughs nervously, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck. Only then does
Y/n truly look at him, watching as his biceps flex, and driblets of sweat fall
from his flattened hair, she almost can’t help her eyes as they rake over his
toned body before coming back down to earth.
“Right.” She responds, snapping out of her trance. She knows
he’s lying, but doesn’t push it further.
“Well, it was good to see you again.” Luke says, defusing
the tension.
“You as well, great show.” You say as he gives you another
hug. You tell the boys that it was nice to meet them before they walk away,
leaving you and Calum.
“Nice boys.” You comment.
“Yeah, they’re more like brothers nowadays.” He shrugs. “I’m
going to wash up really quickly and we can go somewhere to talk.”
As soon as Calum gets out, they leave to an old diner Calum
found on the internet that was the most difficult and most likely secluded.
Calum orders something to eat, because apparently playing a show is not only
tiring, but it builds up quite an appetite. They make small talk, Calum talking
about the tour and the fans, Y/n talking about her job. After he finished his
food, he gets up and walks to the old jukebox in the corner. Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd began
to play, filling the small diner with the strums of the guitar.
“May I have this dance?” Calum asks, holding a hand out. Y/n
rolls her eyes and smiles as she put her hand in his, allowing him to pull her
from the booth bringing her close to him. Keeping their hands intertwined, he
slides his other hand behind her waist and she put her hand on his shoulder,
resting her head on him, feeling the vibrations as he hums along while they sway
to the slow song.
“Are you seeing anyone?” He asked suddenly and bluntly.
“Cutting right to the case, I see.” She teases, she lifts
her head slightly.
“Just answer.” He pushes and Y/n sighs as she let her head
fall against his shoulder again.
“Yes.” She replies. Calum feels his heart drop to his
stomach and letting out a quiet ‘oh’.
Y/n sighs again before speaking, “Well, no. It’s on and off, really.”
“Why?” Calum asks.
“Because he’s always off on ‘business’ and I found out that ‘business’
means Shay from Spain, Amy from California, Penelope from England, and Julia
from Brazil.” She explains trying to laugh it off.
“What a douche!” Calum exclaims, getting worked up about it,
pulling away from you. “Please tell me you’re not going back to him.”
“I mean, I definitely don’t love him and he definitely
doesn’t love me. He pampers me though, gives me gifts, nice things, and sends
me on vacations to the most beautiful places. I deserve at least that much.”
She shrugs.
“You deserve so much more than that, Y/n.” Calum mutters,
bringing her close to him again, and swaying their bodies again.
“And what? I suppose you’re going to give me that?” She
scoffs, slightly pulling away.
“I could and I will, if that’s what it takes.” He says,
slightly offended. “I would never cheat on you.”
Y/n once again leans into Calum’s familiar embrace. She knew
his words were honest to the grave, but she wasn’t too sure if she wanted to
open that door again. Calum was the only guy she’d ever felt that strongly for,
she would always love Calum, but she also knows there’s a reason why they broke
up and she didn’t want to open that wound again, she wouldn’t allow it.
Desperate to get the attention off of her, she asks him, “what about you? Are
you seeing anyone?”
“No, just a few groupies every now and then, but never
anything too serious.” He answers honestly before pulling away and spinning her,
then pulling her back to his body. Just then the waitress came out.
“I hate to break this up, but we’re about to close up shop.”
She says.
“No worries.” Calum tells the woman, pulling away from Y/n,
but doesn’t let go of her hand. He leaves a generous tip and leads her out.
“We can go back to my hotel, I’m in the penthouse and I’ve
got some wine, if you’d like.” She offers, not wanting this night to end.
“Fancy.” He teases. “But yeah, I’d actually really like
that.”
Y/n smiles in acknowledgment. As soon as they get to her
room, she opens the bottle of wine and pours two glasses.
“CVNE Vina Real Gran Reserva 1981.” Calum reads from the bottle, genuinely impressed this time.
“It was an
anniversary gift. I brought it to sit drink while I was in the bath, but I
figured this’d be a better use for it.” Y/n explains, handing Calum his glass
as she joins him on the couch. He sniffs it and swirls the liquid before taking
a sip. “How’s it then?”
“Tastes
expensive.”He replies. Y/n rolls her eyes as she takes a sip herself. Calum’s
eyes had darkened remarkably as they drank in the sight of her body. “You know
what else tasted expensive? Priceless even?”
“Calum…” She trailed
off, setting her glass down, Calum doing the same, but moving close to her.
“Yes?” He whispers. Their
bodies were touching and Y/n’s eyes were searching anywhere but him. Calum put
his index finger below her chin, lifting her head up so she had no choice but
to look at him. Leaning in, Calum finally closed the distance between them, her
lips were like the sweet nostalgia of hearing an old song, so familiar, yet
different in a way. He wanted more. She wanted more, but finding herself after
being lost in the moment she pulled away.
“Calum, we can’t.” She says, both of them knowing she didn’t
mean it. If anything, she wanted this more than he did.
“He fucked up, Y/n. Let me make it right for you, you
deserve that much.” Calum whispers before closing the space between them again,
letting his lips capture hers again. This time she doesn’t stop him, instead, her
hand finds its way to the back of his head, her fingers tangling themselves in
his hair. It was like she couldn’t stop herself, not that she wanted to
anyways. She did deserve this.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long, Calum.” She admits,
her words falling on his lips, causing him to groan. He pulls her to where
she’s straddling him, pushing her skirt up to her stomach before his hands grip
her hips, moving her to grind on him lightly. Wanting more, she grinds her hips
harder against his, causing moan to escape her lips. Calum used the moan as a
chance to slip his tongue passed your parted lips, pushing it against hers. Y/n
pulls back, confusing Calum, but as soon as her hands fist the hem of his
t-shirt, nearly yanking it off his body, he couldn’t control himself, like he’s
been waiting for this for too long. Because he has, he’s been waiting for the
chance to see her like this again too. He unzipped her skirt and somehow got it
to slide over her head. He toyed with her button up, trying to undo the
buttons. Not unbuttoning it as fast he wanted, he let out a frustrated groan,
he rips it open, buttons scattering on the floor.
“Fuck.” He mutters, his hands rubbing over her clothed
breasts, leaning forward and pressing kisses all over the exposed skin,
nibbling every now and then. Y/n reaches behind her, unclasping her bra,
letting it fall between them. Calum tosses the bra behind him and cups her
boobs in his large hands as he returns his lips to her neck. His mouth peppers
kisses down Y/n’s neck, finding her sweet spots quickly. As if he’d ever
forget. He could taste the pain and regret in her sweat as he kissed her neck,
nipping before rolling his tongue over each spot and blowing, causing a shiver
to run down her spine.
“Calum. Bed.” She breathes. He nods and lifts her with ease.
She pushes her chest against him, loving the way his hot skin feels against
hers. He lays her down, making sure her legs were still hanging over the side.
He kisses down the valley of her breasts, her breathing faltered noticeably.
She could feel Calum’s smirk as he kisses lower, down her stomach. He reaches
the line of her panties, teasing her as he toyed with the hem, kissing along
the skin above it. He licked her slit over her panties, eliciting a sharp
breath from Y/n. Breathlessly she begs, “Please, Calum. Stop teasing. Please.”
“Okay, baby.” He says, sliding your panties down Y/n’s legs,
repositioning himself. The backs of her thighs
were resting on his shoulders as he lightly kissed her clit. Instinctively her
hips bucked closer to him. He chuckled at her eagerness, he wanted to savor the
moment, but the second his tongue comes out to lick his lips and he tasted the
tiniest bit of her on them, he couldn’t control himself. He almost dove in, he
lapped at her sweet pussy before wrapping his lips around her swollen clit. Y/n
squirmed and moaned at the pleasure, her fingers tangling in Calum’s hair,
pushing him closer to her. Calum’s left arm wraps around your leg and his other
hand moves to her clit, his fingers rubbing furious circles while his lips
sucked at her pussy lips, his tongue wiggling inside her.
“Fuck, Cal!” She whines, he back arching off the bed. Calum
growls against her cunt, the vibrations nearly pushing her over the edge. “I’m
so f-fucking close!”
Calum moved his lips to her clit, sucking hard as his pushes two fingers into her,
curling them as he thrusts them into her. Her mind goes fuzzy as euphoria
spreads through her whole body. She’s trembling against his lips. Calum licks
and laps up all her juices, licking back up to her clit.
“Fu-uck.” She gasps, gently pushing away Calum’s head, her
clit too sensitive for it. Shakily, she sits up as Calum stands, her hands
immediately undoing the button his jeans and pulling them down. She breathes
heavily as she licks the outline of his throbbing cock though the tight briefs.
Calum moans, but cuups her face, forcing her to look up at him.
“Another day, baby. I need to be inside you.” Calum
breathes, his hands still cupping her face and slightly pushing her back onto
the bed. She crawled beackwards Calum following closely, his lips on hers the
whole way. Y/n lays her head on a pillow as she watched Calum pump his manhood
a few times before rubbing himself up and down her slit. Her teeth catch her
bottom lip as she turned over, sitting up on her hand and knees, wiggling her
ass at Calum. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Calum rubbed his hand over his face with his free hand as he
drank in Y/n’s whole physique. Getting impatient, Y/n wiggles her ass towards
him again. “Fuck me, Cal. Please?”
Calum can only nod, not trusting his voice. He lines himself
at her entrance, his hands grab greedy handfuls of her ass. He uses it for
leverage as he sinks into her. Both letting out a relieved moan as he fills her
all the way, slowly withdrawing his dick before slamming back into her.
“Fuck. Yes!” She squeaks as he repeats this action. Overcome
with pleasure, Y/n begins to meet his thrusts.
“Yeah, fucking push back on me. Oh God, just like that.” He
groans, throwing his head back before quickly going back to watching her move
herself on his cock. With the way she moved her hips back to meet his, he
couldn’t help but feel like every other man she’s been with before were
practice, practice for this exact moment when she would be with him. He could tell she’s been working at
it, her back arched she could hardly contain her cries of pleasure as her arms
gave out and only her elbows were the only thing keeping her up. Her ass cheeks
spreading even wider in front of him and the bed muffling her moans.
“Fu-uck!” She squeals as his hips meet hers a bit harder.
“God, babe, you look so fine right now.” He growls, sliding
his hands down to squeeze her ass cheeks before he gives one a hard slap,
sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She fists the sheets tightly as
she cries out and pleads for him to do it again.
“Calum, please!” She begs, she was being loud, and she was
sure that even though they were on the very top floor with no one else on this
level, people from three floors down would be able to hear them going at it.
“Who am I?” Calum asks
as he pounds her harder, her mind went fuzzy as he pulls her hair back so she could
hear him better, knowing immediately what he wanted. His voice was stern as he
muttered grunted through clenched teeth, “I asked you who I am.”
“You’re my big daddy! My b-big fucking Dad-dy!” She answers,
gasping loudly and shuddering as he thrusts into her especially hard.
“That’s right, babygirl, and what do you want?” He asks,
growling as he pushes into her hard. He loved this, having her completely at
his mercy again, obeying his every command. She is the only one to make him
feel this way, feel this good. He knew she is, and always will be the best fuck
he’s ever had.
“I want you to spank me! Please!” She cries. He complies to her
request and let go of her hair before his hand comes down hard on her ass three
times, watching as her ass jiggles, his hand rubs on the now pink skin,
squeezing as he uses it to fuck her faster.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. Look at you go, such a little slut for
me. Isn’t that right, babygirl?” He groans as her ass bounces every time she goes
back on him.
“Yes, God, yes!” She cries, her eyes shut tightly. “I’m s-so
cl—” She couldn’t even finish your sentence, because of all the pleasure
coursing through her body. Suddenly, Calum pulls out and flips her onto her back
before slamming back into her. Her hands immediately finding his back as her
legs wrapping around his hips, squeezing them slightly as he thrust into her.
“I want to see your face when you cum.” He pants, licking
his fingers before bringing them down to furiously rub her clit. Y/n’s mind
went blank and she sucks in a large breath, all the sounds around her push her
closer to her climax, Calum’s breathing, his balls slapping against her ass, the
way his throbbing cock feels as hits every nerve inside her, the wet sounds
eliciting every time he slides in and out of her walls. He hits that spot that
sends her into a state of ecstasy.
“Fuck!” She squeaks, her back arching and her head was so
far into the pillow under it. Her nails rake down his back and her toes curl as
her legs shake violently.
“Cum on me babygirl. Cum on my cock.” He moans, leaning in
to bite her shoulder. She lets go with one last cry of pleasure, whimpering
into his ear. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”
Her wet pussy clenches and pulses madly around his hard cock
and his thrusts become sloppy. He pulls out and pumps his dick with one hand as
the other grips the sheets tightly by Y/n’s head. Leaning over her, his lips
brushings against hers as he whimpers and moans before he squirts thick strings
of cum on her boobs and stomach. Calum gives Y/n one last sloppy kiss before he
rolls to lay next to her, both of them looking at the ceiling, Calum’s warm cum
still all over Y/n. Neither of them could speak, the sound of their heavy
breathing was the only thing keeping them from complete silence.
“I really missed that.” Calum admits finally, his breath
still not catching up to him. “I really missed you.”
“Calum.” You sigh, “we tried this before, it didn’t work. We
didn’t work.”
“We didn’t try hard enough.”
“Calum.” You repeat.
“Stop saying my name like that, I know you want this just as
badly as I do.” Calum says as he walks to the ensuite bathroom and wets a towel
before walking back to you, cleaning his cum off you, occasionally looking up
to look you in the eyes, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. “I…I don’t
want you to see that guy anymore. He’s such a douche, Y/n! You don’t deserve
that bullshit. Let me treat you like the queen you are, let me be there for
you, please. Give us another chance.”
His forehead was pressed against hers and his eyes searched
hers for answers. “Okay.” She says simply, kissing his lips again, smiling,
knowing it will work between them, knowing he wouldn’t hurt her, cheat on her.
They were young before, now they’ve matured, they’d find a way. They’ll fix
what was broken or start over.
“I still love you. Never stopped.” He admits. A relieved
smile stretched across her face because Lord knows she has felt the same way
for the longest time.
A/N: Yeah, so that was like 3k words. shitty ending sorry.
words: 1,336 pairing: Calum + Reader rating: 14A; swearing and blood and drug mention summary:
Person A convinced that Person B hates them up until the moment B shields A with their body from a fatal blow. Afterwards, a very injured–possibly dying–Person B still tries to convince Person A that they loathe them. a/n this is for you hulkcalum hope you like it. Also I am in no way condoning drug use or this lifestyle. The ending is kind of lame, sorry if this sucks.
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