I woke up to an empty bed, a rumpled up pillow and a note taking the place of my boyfriend. I delicately pick up the crumpled up paper. My eyes scanning over the messy, rushed handwriting that unmistakably belonged to Calum. “Morning baby. I hope you’re not too upset but I had to run into the studio last minute. Hope you understand. I love you. x-Calum." An exasperated sigh makes it way up my throat and out of my lips as I fall backward, my head colliding with the soft duvet.
Today was supposed to be our day. I just wanted to spend one day with him for some well needed alone time that I knew we both desperately needed. Is that too much to ask?
The day went by agonizingly slow, every minute feeling like an hour and every hour like a millennial. I just wanted Calum home so we could spend the last hours of the day together. I situate myself on the couch and start flipping through channels to pass the time. After watching show after show I start to feel my eyes getting heavy. I try to fight the tiredness for as long as I possibly can until I finally break and end up dozing off on the couch.
The front door slams shut, the deafening noise bouncing off the walls. I jump up, eyes wide and heart racing. A multitude of curses and mumbles echo from down the stairs. My heart rate returned to normal when I realized that is was just Calum. But this was odd, he was normally very chirpy and happy when he got home and he would usually bound up the stairs to greet me, like a golden retriever puppy. My curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself jogging down the stairs to find out what’s going on.
"Hey babe!” I chirp, skipping into the kitchen.
“You were home all day and you couldn’t even think to cook dinner?”
“Hello to you too, mister.” You joke, poking his arm lightly.
“Seriously, Y/N? Now is not the time for your stupid jokes. I was hoping to come home to find dinner ready but no, it seems like I have to do everything around here!”
“I was thinking we could order a pizza and watch some movies and I don’t appreciate you talking to me like i’m your slave.”
“Here we go again! You’re always complaining! You never do anything around here; all you do is nag me and wait for me to do it!”
“I don’t know what got up your ass to make you this pissed off but do me a favour and do not take your anger out on me! I’ll be upstairs if you need me, asshole.” I mutter, stomping out of the kitchen.
“What the fuck is his problem.” I say to myself, muttering under my breath. My heart was still beating rapidly, red-hot anger pumping through my veins.
I throw my flushed body onto my bed, sinking into the mattress. I couldn’t hear Calum enter the room, the creaking of the door muffled by the comforter. I felt the bed dip and that was when I noticed his presence. “What do you want?” I mumble, barely lifting my head off of the bed.
“Y/N,” He sighs. “I’m sorry.” I lift my head off of the bed, his words catching my attention. “I had a completely shit day. Some recordings were deleted so we had to redo everything and I spilled coffee on my shirt and I broke two strings on my bass and I missed you so much. It was all a mess and I was angry. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you.”
“There are methods for reducing stress without the yelling and swearing.”
“Like what?”
“You could workout, listen to music, fuck me senseless, go to sleep."
Calum’s eyes widen at my words. "I’m sorry, what was that?” He sputters out.
“Go to sleep?” I ask innocently, playing with my hair.
“No, no. The third one.”
“Fuck me senseless?”
“Yeah, that one.”
“What about it?” I question, continuing with my innocent act.
“Were you serious?” He chokes out, a tent beginning to form in his too tight skinny jeans.
“Why not? I wouldn’t mind if you took your anger out on me like that, I’m just not a fan of all the yelling.” I tease, trying to be as seductive as possible.
“Oh baby, there will be a lot more yelling if we do your method.”
“Hmmm, why don’t we test out that theory?” I smirk. I crawl over to wear Calum was sitting, my hands lunging for his zipper. He smacks my hands away.
“No foreplay tonight baby girl. I just want to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for a week. I want the neighbors to know my name after tonight. Ugh I just want to pound into you so fucking hard.” He moans.
“Then do it Calum. Fuck me. I want to feel your thick cock pounding into my dripping cunt. Please fuck me.” I beg. I can feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. I clench my legs together in order to help suppress the throbbing of my core.
“I’ll be back.” Calum mutters, stepping out of the room.
My thoughts begin to wander as I wait for Calum—the anticipation building. I slowly unzip my jeans, slipping a finger underneath my soaked panties. I run my finger along my folds, spreading my wetness as I rub my clit with my thumb. I moan out softly and again, I don’t notice Calum enter the room.
“What do we have here?” Calum smirks, leaning against the doorframe.
“I-I was just.” I stutter, unable to come up with a proper sentence.
“You were just what? Touching yourself?” I nod my head slowly, anxious for what is yet to come. “You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N. You were supposed to wait for me.” He growls, walking towards you.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He eyes me up and down, taking in my flushed face and shiny fingers.
“Are you that wet?” He asks, staring at my fingers.
“Mmm. All for you, Cal.”
“All for me? That’s nice babe but you’re still going to get punished.”
“Punish me.” I moan out quietly, pushing him over the edge.
“Strip.” He states flatly “But leave your underwear on, that’s my job.”
I remove myself from the bed, allowing Calum to sit down while I begin my ‘little show’. I pull down the straps of my tank top, letting the shirt fall off of my shoulders, exposing my bra to him. He swallows harshly—watching me with doe eyes. I shimmy out of the shirt and turn around so that he has a perfect view of my ass. I slowly pull the zipper down, running my hands down my legs in order to take off my jeans. I yelp when the palm of his hand comes in contact with my pantie clothed bum. The tingling sensation making me moan. I turn to face Calum once more, the majority of my clothes now lying on the floor. I reach around to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the ground. Calum groans, palming himself through his jeans.
“Come here babe.” he whispers huskily.
I sashay over to him, purposely swinging my hips more so than usual.
“Lie down.” He commands, shoving me onto the bed before ridding himself of his own clothing.
I can feel his hard on press against the inside of my thigh, making me ache for him. “Do something.” I say through gritted teeth.
He uses his fingers to push my panties to the side, slipping two fingers into my wet heat. “Damn baby, you are dripping for me.” His fingers ghost over my clit and I buck my hips into his hand, desperate for some friction. He places one of his hands on my hips, restraining me.
“Come on Calum! If you’re not going to touch me than just fuck me! Fuck me so hard Calum, please just fuck me!”
He brings his tip to my cores, teasingly running it up and down my folds. Without warning, he slams into me. He pounds into me relentlessly, putting everything into it. “Oh my fucking God.” I moan, throwing my head back.
“I wanna see your face.” He groans, grabbing me by my hair and yanking me forward.
I purposely clench myself around him and he moans my name. “Just like that baby. Oh God, keep doing that.” He reaches down and harshly rubs my clit in figure eights, making me go crazy.
“You’re so fucking tight and warm and it’s all for me."
"All for you, Calum. All for you.” I moan out.
His cock glistens with my wetness as he pounds into me. I can see his abdomen tighten, telling me that’s he’s close. I clench around him in return, earning a moan from his swollen lips. “I’m so fucking close baby,” He growls. “Keep doing that.”
I continue my actions until I feel him twitch inside of me. He immediately pulls out of me, squirting his cum all over my body. “Oh fuck babe, you’re amazing.” He smirks, slapping my core with his hand and I whimper. My core throbs as I still haven’t climaxed.
“Calum.” I whine and he nods at me, already knowing what I want.
“I know baby, I know. You’ll get to finish.”
He spread my thighs with his hands; the cool breeze against my core makes me whimper. “Do something.”
“As you wish.” He smirks, diving in between my legs, his skillful tongue dipping in and out of my folds. I am a moaning mess at this point. He plunges his tongue into my opening while he feverishly rubs my clit. “So close, Cal, don’t stop.”
My orgasm takes control of my body, my legs tremble and I feel myself clench onto Calum’s tongue, releasing my sweet juices onto him. I expect him to stop after I come down from my high, but he doesn’t, he continues to fuck me with his tongue. “Calum.” I whine weakly. “I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” He states, replacing his tongue with his fingers. He curls his digits in and out of my pussy, hitting my spot each time.
“Calum.” I moan. It doesn’t take long for the familiar pit to form in my stomach and before I know it I’m clenching around his fingers, riding out my second orgasm of the night. “You feel so good against my fingers baby.” Calum growls huskily and I moan.
He removes his fingers from my now overly sensitive core. He collapses beside me, reaching out to me. He pulls my naked body into him, covering us both with the thin bed sheet. I lay there breathless, trying to regain my breath. He presses a kiss to my temple. “Are you okay?” He asks, genuinely concerned. I nod at him, my lips twitching into a smile.
“Now, wasn’t that better than just yelling at me?"