Summary: (Y/N) ends up in Calum's house on New Year's Day, being drunk but with more clarity about her feelings than ever. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Post Fight Sex / Teasing)
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(Words: 5.1k) (Part 1: Babylon, Part 2: Why Won't You Love Me, Part 3: Moving Along)
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"Can you drive me somewhere?" I scream over the music to the only sober friend of my group.
"Sure. Are you alright?" He asks me, leaving his soda bottle on the table.
"Yeah. I just want to get out of here." I reply, fidgeting with my thumbs as I wait for him to pick up his stuff.
"Ok. Just tell me where and I'll get you there." He replies, smiling at me.
I unlock my phone one more time during the last minute, taking a look at the time; 3:44, on New Year's Day, and I am wasted with my friends. But instead of having the time of my life, or at least dancing off with my friends, my mind rushes off to Calum.
I saw him a week ago, at the place we used to go to. I hoped he would come over and talk to me, my heart raced every time I caught him staring at me and my brother.
But he left, without a word, without a nod, leaving me in a worse state than I already was.
I wanted to break up with him, I insisted on ending things between us, and I feel so stupid about regretting that, I feel so stupid for wanting to crawl back to him, but it is all I want to do.
Everything seems to flash before my eyes as my friend drives me towards Calum's house, the lights on the road and on the decorations becoming blurry.
I remember the road to his place with every little, tiny detail; I remember the lawns of the other houses, the trees on the side of the road, the crooked pavement tile. I almost break down crying as my friend parks in front of the house, my brain screaming at me that this is stupid, that he will reject, and that he will have every right to do so.
But I suck it up like the big girl I am and decide that I want to get inside this house and just pour my heart out to the man I love.
"Listen, if you need anything or someone to come and pick you up, just call me, ok?" My friend asks me, turning to look at me. I nod my head, my bottom lip pouted out as I comprehend my next move.
"Thank you. For everything." I reply and he nods.
"Want me to wait for you in here?" He asks and I shake my head no, unbuckling my safety belt.
"No. This might take a lot of time." I state.
"Well, good luck then." He smiles, opening the door for me.
With my high heels in my hand and my nails digging in the palm of the other hand, I walk to the front door. My knees are wobbly and my hands are shaking, but I press on the doorbell and fix my posture.
And as I wait, for the first time, it crosses my mind that he might not be home. Obviously, he could be out to party for the New Year, or possibly having moved out of this place. And of course, I didn't fucking think of that before making my friend drive me here. I am such an idiot, such a big, fucking fool.
I turn around, pressing my palm against my forehead as I curse myself. No answer, so he probably isn't here, which means I have to take my ass back home.
"(Y/N)?" I hear his voice from behind me, groggy and raspy, which makes my blood boil in my veins.
(Calum's POV)
The doorbell rings right as I rinse my mouth from the toothpaste. For a moment, my heart tightens in my chest; who the hell is behind my door at almost 4 in the morning on New Year's Day? This surely can't be good; for a split second, I think it could be someone wanting to hurt me, but then I remember but Ashton could have forgotten his keys and ended up at my place for shelter, as usual.
I walk to the door as quietly as possible, trying not to make a sound in case it is someone that is here for no good. I take a look from the security screen that shows my front door; that's when I see her.
My breath hitches in my lungs, my brain numb as I try to choose if I should open the door or not.
I watch the screen, eyes glued to her figure. I watch her as she turns around and stops for a second before she decides to begin walking towards the gate to get out.
For a second, I think "Good, she is making it easy for me". But then the curiosity thrives in my stomach, guiding me to unlock my door in a flash. It is like my body does it mechanically like I am on auto-pilot; I doubt if I have any control over my actions at the moment.
Shakingly, I let her name slip out of my lips; it sounds like a little pray, like a magic spell.
She hesitates to turn around for a little while, which only makes me have second guesses about this whole thing.
But then she turns around, and she takes a deep breath before her eyes land on me. She looks at me as if seeing me was her deepest desire, as if right now a power beyond us granted her her big wish... Or at least I want to think that this is how she is looking at me.
"Hi, Cal. Happy New Year." She smiles weakly. She looks like she has had one too many, her shoes on her hand showing me that she definitely has.
"Happy New Year. What... What are you doing here?" I ask her, crossing my arms in front of my chest. She takes a step towards me, stopping at least 4 feet away from me.
"I... Can I please come in?" She asks, looking at her feet. I move from the door, motioning her to get into the house. She moves slowly, not looking at me still. I turn on the lights as I shut the door behind us.
"Not much has changed since my last time here..." She mumbles.
"Are you here to comment on the interior design of the house we used to share?" I ask her, losing my patience at this point.
"No, no... Of course not." She replies, letting her clutch on the little island by the entrance.
"Then why are you here, (Y/N)? Why are you here, on New Year's Day? Why are you here, at 4 in the freaking morning? Why are you here, 2 months after the last time I saw you?" I ask her, feeling my jaw tensing up.
"You are lying, it has been a week since the last time that you saw me." She comments and I chuckle.
"Right. And you looked plenty great with your new fling. So why are you here?" I ask her and she looks at me with her eyebrows knitted.
"My new fling? He wasn't my..." She begins and I interrupt her.
"I don't care what he is, or was, or will be. I care about the reason you are here. So, why are you here?" I ask her, this time my voice louder than before.
"It is possible that I... I've missed you, Cal. And I regret breaking up with you." She states, staring at me for my reaction. I chuckle sarcastically, bringing my hand to cover my face as I turn my back to her.
"You have to be fucking shitting me. YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING SHITTING ME." I scream, muffling my face with my hands.
"Am I a toy to you, (Y/N)? Am I a fucking toy that you can toss and then pick up based on your mood?" I ask her, turning back to look at her as I take a breath to calm down.
"Of course you are not, Calum." She protests, her face turning red as well.
"Then why are you here today? You wanted to break up, you hurt me and you probably hurt yourself, and after 2 months of leaving me licking my wounds to heal them, you decide to come over and screw me up all over again. What is wrong with you? What do you want from me?" I exasperate, walking towards her. She doesn't flinch away, she doesn't move, she plants her feet on the ground and stares back at me.
"Please, don't act like the break up was entirely my fault. You were distant, you were pushing me away on a daily basis. I was there, waiting for you, giving you everything I had, and getting nothing in return. So, no, it is not my fault we broke up, at least not entirely. And what I want, scratch that, what I wanted was to tell you how miserable I am without you, how much I fucking love you, still, even after being ignored by you for so long. I wanted to talk to you, see if there is a way we could get a new start. But obviously, I am being too much of a bother. So, I am going to wish you a Happy New Year, swallow my pride and get walk out of your life, for good this time, don't worry." She screams back at me, picking up her clutch from the island.
"Just one thing before I leave. I hope, I pray to God, that every time you looking at someone, anyone really, I hope all you can see is me. Because that's what my life has been since the day I walked out that door." She whispers, her voice breaking as she tears up.
I stare at her, completely speechless; all this time I thought that I was the only person suffering.
I hate seeing her crying; it makes me feel gross, like the worst person in the world.
"You can't leave." I state, walking in front of the door.
"Move away from the door." She hisses, wiping away her tears as she tries to push me away.
"No. I won't let you leave again." I insist.
"Let me go." She stomps her foot on the floor.
"No. When I told you that I will love you till the day I die, I meant it. I am not letting you walk out of my life. Not again." I state and cup her face. She looks at me through her lashes, sniffling as I stroke her cheek.
"I am going to kiss you now." I state, leaning in towards her. I stop inches away from her lips, as she nods her head for approval. I move my lips, but barely graze her, feeling as her hot breath comes out of her mouth short and forced.
"And then I am going to punish you for what you put me through." I whisper, still not giving in.
She whimpers, getting agitated as I stall our first kiss after so long.
"And then I am going to wrap my arms around you and never let you leave again. Got it, pretty girl?" I ask her and she groans frustrated.
"You could just do all those things to me instead of telling me." She protests, standing on her toes as she tries to steal a kiss.
"Where is the fun of that? I like watching you melt into a puddle for me. And did you just talked back to me? Did you forget what happens when you talk back to me?" I chuckle, grabbing her chin and tilting it up.
"Maybe you need to remind me." She smirks at me and bites her lip.
I pick her up, putting her on my shoulder as I carry her into the bedroom. She holds onto me tightly, digging her nails on my skin to make sure I am not going to drop her. Or maybe because she knows that I fucking lose it when she does that.
All the tension, all the raw emotions I have experienced in the last few months bunch up inside me in a weird warmth in my loins.
Once we make it to the bedroom, I waste no time laying her down on the mattress. I rest between her legs, leaning down to kiss her.
She moans as my lips touch hers, moving softly against her parted mouth. My hands rest on her cheeks, feeling them warm up as she becomes flustered.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me close to her body, as close as humanly possible.
I move my lips from her lips to her jaw, peppering her with short kisses as I make a path down her neck.
"You are mine... Mine... Mine." I whisper, my hands traveling down her body. I feel every inch of her, I touch everywhere I can touch her for now, trying to make sure that this is real.
"Yours. All yours. And you are mine." She gasps, tangling her fingers in my hair.
"Just yours." I reply, sucking on her neck until there is a pretty, purple mark to prove that she is mine. Her breathing becomes short, and her skin becomes warm, making me feel relaxed, familiar with her. But at the same time intrigues me; I wanna see her writhe underneath me, I wanna see her face change from the pleasure. I want to feel her become one with me again.
I grab her chin and force her face straight, looking at her sternly.
"You are going to be a good girl for me, aren't you, pretty girl?" I ask, watching her eyes sparkle as my tone changes.
"Of course, daddy." She smiles at me, looking innocently, but her lips curl into a devious smirk.
Her hands ball in my shirt, pulling at the material a little. She is careful with her moves, every one of them hides a little bit of hesitance.
"Wanna take it off, doll?" I ask her, my tongue running over my lips. She nods her head, her eyes trying to peek at my skin under my shirt. I grab it from the collar and pull it over my head until the fabric slides off my body. Her hand travels up to my chest, softly stroking my skin, without breaking eye contact.
"Now I will have to take off your dress, pretty." I whisper in her ear, leaving a kiss under her ear.
"Please." She whispers, but her voice comes out as soft as a moan.
My hands reach to the sides, fumbling until my fingers meet the zipper of her dress. I open it slowly, without taking my eyes off hers.
"You look so beautiful, my love." I let the words roll off my tongue. She moans in response, arching her back off her mattress, showing me just how impatient she is.
"If you move one more time, I will fucking restrain you." I growl lowly as I lower her dress, watching goosebumps pop on her skin.
As I peel off her dress, my eyes run over every inch of her naked body. I watch her bring her hand to cover herself, making my face soften.
"Baby..." I whisper, tangling my fingers in hers.
"Are you... are you insecure?" I ask her; her gaze moves away from mine.
"I am sorry. I don't know why..." She stutters, still not looking at me.
"Baby, you are perfect. I am so in love with you." I state, pecking on her forehead. I move my lips lower, trailing my kisses to her chin, then her jaw, then her neck, until she moves her hand from in front of her chest and gives me access to the rest of her body.
"Gorgeous." I mumble as I kiss the valley between her breasts. Her fingers go to my locks, stroking my hair as I move further down her body.
"I'll take those off as well, ok?" I ask her, snapping the elastic of her panties against her skin. She hums approvingly before I kiss down her stomach, all the way to where the hem of her panties starts.
"Calum..." She moans, while my fingers curl under the sides of her underwear.
"Yes, baby?" I ask her, pretending that I don't already see the wet patch on her panties.
"I haven't had sex since the last time we did. I can't take much teasing." She whines. I feel my cock twitch at the sound of that; no one else but me will be able to make her feel so good, her eyes tear up.
"Well, princess, you will have to. You need to pay for leaving me." I chuckle, running my thumb over her bare sex, making her writhe.
"Please, Cal... See how wet I am... It's all for you... Please." She moans, her pleading fading as I rub her bundle of nerves.
"I can see that, baby." I reply, watching her as she shakes with every move of my thumb.
"This is cruel." She whines, one of her hands gripping onto the duvet.
"Who told you I am not cruel, honey?" I tease her some more, leaving a kiss on her inner thigh.
She makes the mistake of bucking her hips against my hand; my face tenses up as I snap towards her, crawling on top of her and grabbing onto her jaw.
"Didn't I tell you that I would restrain you if you moved again?" I ask her through gritted teeth, pushing her head back, so it ends shoved in the mattress.
"I am so sorry." She mumbles.
"Oh, you will be. Remember the safe word, kitten?" I ask her, my free hand undoing my belt. I see her eyes go wide at the sound of the metal buckle, her face turning bright red.
"Butterfly." She states and I smirk at her. My hand moves from her jaw to her throat, gripping into it for a moment.
"Good girl. Might let you cum." I rasp at her before I push her head to the side violently. My hands grip on her wrist, putting them together in front of her stomach and tying them with the belt tightly. The leather of the belt looks harmonized with her skin, bringing a warm feeling to my gut.
I get up from the bed, grabbing my phone from the night table.
"Look at you... So pretty, so helpless..." I taunt her before I snap a picture of her. She poses for me, arching her back and moving her legs.
"Those will look great in the collection." I comment, slipping my thumb over the Spotify icon. I put on the playlist I have for moments like this one, and let it on shuffle, knowing that no matter what comes on, it will fucking set the mood.
I drop the phone on the mattress, my hands instantly undo my pants, letting them pool at my ankles. I brush my thumb over my lips, taking her in.
My body is tensed, but this feels surprisingly calming. I feel content once again.
Before I realize it, I am lining up in front of her entrance, throbbing with excitement for the next moment.
"Please." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it is just as frustrated as the voice in my head is.
"Want me, princess?" I ask her. She moans, nodding her head.
"Want my cock in your pretty pussy?" I ask her again, rubbing the tip of my cock along her folds.
"Yes, daddy. Please." She gasps; I can see her skin covered in goosebumps, twitching as she waits for me.
I thrust my hips, guiding my cock in her. Her eyes roll back as her mouth falls open, groaning at the feeling. I give her a moment to adjust; honestly, I need a moment to adjust to the feeling as well. It is pure bliss, a little moment of heaven. I have forgotten how good sex feels with her, it takes all I have inside me to hold back.
"You are going to be a good girl from now on, aren't you? You are not going to break my heart again, are you?" I groan as I thrust my hips on hers, gripping her face to make her look at me. She whimpers as I buck my hips slowly, making her feel every inch of me in her.
"No, daddy. I would never break your heart... again." She gasps, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
My hand wraps around her throat, pressing down until I hear her make that cute little sound.
"Of course you are not, sweetheart. You are my little angel." I whisper, slamming inside her. I watch her face contort, letting out a small whimper as I hit the spot she likes.
"Do that again." She cries out, wrapping her legs around my waist. I tighten up my grip on her throat, smirking at her.
"You like what I am doing to your body, pretty girl?" I ask her, pounding in her the same way as before. She nods her head, pulling me more to her body. Her hands which rest between us, try to feel up my body, her nails grazing my skin.
The sound of skin slapping against skin covers her cute little sounds. She tries to be as quiet as she can be, but eventually, a few purrs and whimpers escape her luscious lips.
I feel her body warm underneath me, sliding smoothly against mine as I thrust in her as deep as I can. I can feel her become frustrated, each second craving more and more from me. I want to give her everything, I want to make her feel the same feeling I have in my stomach as we fuck. Her restrained wrists try to break free from their bond, but she stops trying every time I hit her spot just right.
I pull out of her, earning a loud groan.
"What the fuck? This is not over yet." She protests, trying to turn and look at me as I lay on my bag on our bed.
"Fuck no it's not." I reply, pulling her towards me until she is straddling me. She gets the memo and brings her core on my cock, grinding on it for a second. Her wetness coats me as she moves her hips back and forth, in a slow, gentle way.
She seems to enjoy it, for a second thinking that she has control over me now. But the slap on her ass makes her realize who is still pulling the strings. By gripping on her hip, I manage to make her hover above my cock before I line up to her entrance. She sinks her hips down on me, her eyes fluttering as she does. My hands go to her thighs, letting her control the movement and just sitting back and enjoying my view of my girlfriend riding my dick while her hands are bound.
She wiggles her hips while she takes all of me inside her, causing me to groan at the sensation. She is pulsing around me, making it harder and harder for me not to cum at this moment.
"At least play with my clit, daddy. Please." She gasps, slurring the words as she guides her hips to bounce on my cock. I look at her, all sweaty and red and ready to burst.
"I have something better." I groan, trailing my left hand from her thigh to her tit. I stroke my thumb over her nipple, feeling the perky bundle on my hand before I give it a pinch. She wails as I pull it a little, feeling her pussy spasm on me. I sit up and rest my back against the headboard, my face at the same level as her breasts now. I wrap my lips around her nipple and roll it with my tongue as she slightly moves her body now.
"Cal... Cal..." She utters loudly, earning a chuckle from me as my teeth graze her bud. Her moans now are loud enough to turn into screams, while her eyes tear up. I decide on being a sneaky bastard and I bring my thumb on her clit, barely touching it as I rub it.
The overstimulation is enough to make her let go. Her body trashes as she cums, walls clamming on my cock tightly.
"Shit... Did I tell you that you can cum, sweetheart?" I ask her, taking my lips to the valley between her breasts.
"I am so sorry... I am so sorry. But you are so good at this." She gasps, still moving slightly to let me cum.
"You are going to pay... for that." I growl, feeling my abdomen clench.
As her pussy pulses around me, I let myself go, erupting inside her. This makes her whimper and wiggle a little more, getting her orgasm to last a little longer.
I feel myself getting hazy, my mind just stopping for as long as my high lasts.
I leave a kiss on her chest as I finally catch my breath.
"How do you do that to my body?" She asks, her voice still shaky.
"Do what?" I ask as I wrap my arms around her torso.
"Get me hooked, leave me shaking. Make me crave you more." She lists off, resting her chin on top of my head. I leave a kiss on her throat, my eyes catching a glimpse of the marks I've left in there.
"I don't know. I guess it's because you do the same to me." I reply and she hums.
"Can you untie my wrists? Please." She asks, bringing them in front of her face. I stroke my thumb over her hand before I loosen up the belt and let her wrists free. I inspect them, noticing an imprint that the leather left on her skin. I kiss the marks softly, looking at her eyes as I do.
"I'll go wash up." She says and I nod before she gets off of me, making my cock slip from inside her. I watch her as she walks out of the room, walking a bit funny; probably she is tired, she was drinking, and let's be honest, I did that!
I feel strangely calm as I wait for her, getting up from the bed to clean myself slip into a pair of clean briefs.
She is back pretty soon, her naked figure still being a sight to behold. She bends down and picks up my shirt from the floor, showing it to me.
"Can I wear your shirt?" She asks and I smile.
"You always like to wear my shirts." I state as she slides it on.
"Well, they smell like Calum and they feel like home. Plus, I pull them off better than you ever could." She replies with a playful smirk on her lips.
"Oh, really?" I ask and she nods as she crawls onto the bed. She smiles before she leaves a kiss on my lips, followed by a light chuckle and a shake of her head.
"This is ridiculous." She breathes out.
My heart tightens in my chest.
"What? What? Don't tell me you've regretted it. I mean, I know we had issues but we can work on everything together. And I know that some of my friends don't li..." I let out in a rush but her lips on my lips make me stop.
"I meant that it is ridiculous how 2 hours ago you literally wanted me out of your house and now we are like nothing ever happened. It's not normal." She explains, stroking my cheek.
"Who told you we are normal?" I chuckle and she laughs.
"You are right. And you were right about needing to working on some issues." She says, her eyes lowering.
"Hey... Look at me. I promise to not let anything tear us apart again. I promise to talk to you about anything going on in my head and I promise that I will show to my friends that you are the best thing for me." I state, raising my pinky in the air. She laughs at me, pursing her lips together.
"And I promise to always talk things out with you and not take decisions on my own. I promise to prove that I am the best thing for you, and I promise to never let anything else come between you and me." She links her pinky with mine. I bring the back of her hand to my lips and press a soft peck there, closing my eyes at the feeling of serenity that courses in my body.
"Cal?" She asks softly.
"Yes, dove?" I ask her back.
"Can you promise me one last thing?" She asks.
"What is it, sweetheart?" I ask her back again.
"Can you promise me that we are not another case of Luke and Arzy?" She asks me, worry written on her eyes.
"You were never toxic for me. And yes, breaking up did hurt me, but you didn't do it in vain. I promise we are not like that, baby." I say and she smiles.
"Ok." She whispers, leaving a peck on my nose.
"Are you up for another round?" I ask, licking my lips as my hand gently grasps the collar of my shirt.
"I want to, but I'm sleepy. But I am not saying no to morning sex." She replies, resting her head on my shoulder.
"Promise you are going to be here in the morning when I wake up." I almost beg.
"Hmm... I don't know. I might be in the kitchen making you breakfast..." She cheers.
"I like the fact that you think we have any food at our house." I chortle, turning my head to peck on her forehead. I hear her let out a small squeal at the sound of the words 'our house'.
"Then there is no place I would rather be in the morning but on our bed with you." She yawns, but the smile in her voice is evident.