Summary: (Y/N) and Calum attend the Grammy's together. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Oral; Female Receiving)
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Can you please check if Calum is ready?" I ask my assistant as the stylist puts the final details on me.
"He's been waiting for you for a while." My assistant replies and I smile.
"Thank you. And thank you for everything, really. I don't think I could have made it today without your help." I turn to both of them as the stylist walks a few steps back to look at me.
"You look great, boss. You really do." My assistant hugs me before she moves to help me get out of the room.
"I'll make sure to mention you in my acceptance speech if I win." I chuckle.
"When you win. You deserve this." She corrects me as I move to the living room of the suite.
I see Calum, sitting on one of the couches carefully so his pristine suit won't crease. He looks like a model, ready to hit the runaway, elegantly swirling his glass of sparkling water. Honestly, him looking so goddamn breathtaking is enough for me to slip out of my dress and just stay in with him.
"Wow... Look at you..." He gasps as his eyes land on me.
"Not bad for someone who was wearing sweatpants and a bun for a week straight last month, huh?" I ask, twirling around to give him a look of my gown.
"Not bad at all, I might say. You look like a real-life princess, baby." He states, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"And you look like my knight in shiny armor." I reply, placing my hand on his chest, while my eyes wander on his figure.
"Thank you for doing this with me." I sigh, causing Calum to hum with his whole chest.
"I wouldn't miss your first Grammy acceptance for anything in the world." He replies, pressing his lips on the back of my hand after he takes it in his.
"Well, we don't know if I will actually get it. There are great nominees this year, greater than me."
"Please... You are going to walk on that stage and I will get to root for my amazing, Grammy-winning girlfriend, and the whole world is going to see you shine with that golden gramophone." He tries to soothe me.
"And if anything goes wrong, remember that for me you are always going to be a winner, and you will always get awarded by me, on our bedroom, over and over again." He winks, rubbing his thumb on the small of my back.
"Please, don't start with me right now." I breathe out, pressing my body on his a little more.
"Why, princess? Am I too much of a temptation to you that you could skip Grammy's for me?" He asks, smirking at me teasingly.
"I could skip everything for you, baby." I reply, earning a hum of satisfaction from him.
"Guys, the car is here." My assistant announces; Calum clears his throat as he takes a step away from me, while I try to regulate my breathing.
"Ok, let's go." I announce as Calum links his arm with mine.
"And here comes everyone's favorite couple. Hi guys. You look really amazing tonight." The interviewer cheers for us as we approach her on the red carpet.
"Hi, thank you very much." Calum replies, smiling as he wraps his arm tighter around my waist; officially, this is our first red carpet together, so it is more than normal for him to be a little nervous. Honestly, this feels strange to me as well.
"(Y/N), you look like a princess today." The interviewer compliments me, giving me a warm smile; I am sure she has told the same thing to the dozens of women she has interviewed today, but I am willing to take it.
"Thank you, I've been told quite many times today." I giggle, turning to look at Calum.
"She looks absolutely gorgeous, right? Have you ever seen anyone looking so beautiful?" Calum adds, rubbing his thumb over my hip.
"Well, since my date is looking ravishing, I had to be a match for him." I state and shrug.
"How does it feel being nominated for a Grammy for the first time, at such a young age?" She asks me. I take a breath before answering, trying to recall how I felt when my manager called me with the news. It still feels like this is a product of my imagination, something out of my wildest dreams.
"Wow, it feels surreal. I don't know if this is a dream or not, but truly, it feels beyond of my imagination being here." I reply.
"Calum, how does it feel watching her bring this dream into reality?"
"It is magical. I was lucky enough to be with her whilst she was recording this album and I got to experience first hand the hurricane named (Y/N). She is inspiring, watching her work has been my source of inspiration and I am extremely proud to be here with her. Win or lose, she has reached something that is spectacular. But I am pretty sure it is going to be a win."
"You as well had a great year, right?"
"Uh, I got to tour with my 4 best friends and make music for my millions of friends. It was a blessing." He smiles.
"And trust me, since I have seen what he is working on right now, this time next year we are going to be here to watch him and the rest of 5sos getting an award." I add, earning a chuckle.
"You think so?" He asks me.
"Please, your nomination is a matter of time." I nudge him, making the interviewer coo.
"Thank you for this, guys. Enjoy your night, and the best of luck to (Y/N)." The lady smiles at us.
"Thank you. Enjoy the show as well." I reply before Calum and I walk away.
"You really meant that? About the award?" He whispers in my ear. I stop and step in front of him, placing a hand on his cheek as I tilt my head to the side.
"They did you dirty this year. But boy, they have 4 giants coming their way. This time, next year, your Grammy will be hanging out next to my Grammy, keeping each other company." I comment, watching his lips curl into a smile.
"Let's get in." He presses a kiss on my forehead and his hand goes back to the small of my waist.
I try to enjoy the night, dancing to the live performances and cheering for the winners, but as the announcement of the winner of my category approaches, I become agitated, way too anxious about it. I didn't realize how badly I want this, until this point, where I am so close to making or breaking it.
"Baby..." Calum whispers in my ear, placing a hand on my knee. I wasn't aware that I was apparently bouncing it until now; but his hand on my body is soothing in any setting, so for now, it seems to give me some sense of tranquillity.
"I am sorry." I quickly apologize. Calum's hand travels up until it meets mine on my lap, and that's when he tangles our hands together, bringing mine to his lips.
"Win or lose, I adore you. With every fiber of my existence." He whispers; I close my eyes and take a breath, smiling. He is truly better than any award.
"I love you." I simply reply.
"...And the winner of the Best New Artist Category for 2019 is..." The presenter cheers, making my stomach tighten up. I squeeze Calum's hand, feeling my body tremble as I watch the presenter open the envelope.
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Congratulations." She cheers.
I freeze as everyone around me claps. Calum whispers a 'Holy shit' as he pulls me into a hug.
"Did I win? Did I just win?" I ask him.
"You did, princess." He pulls away, letting me walk to the stage.
I still shake on my way there, putting a serious effort not to burst in tears.
The lady in the sparkly dress hands me my award and mouths a Congrats before she steps aside so I can take up the podium.
For a single second, I forget every practice I had for my acceptance speech, everything in my mind becoming one huge knot of mess.
"Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. It is an honor to stand here today, winner of a category with such great artists nominated. I have to thank a million people and I am afraid that if I start now I will never end. This is a recognition of all the hard work I put into this last year, but truly, this is not the result of a single person's work. I would like to thank my producer and my manager for believing and bearing with me. I would like to thank my parents, for all the trust they put into me, and for how they raised me to pursue my dream. I would like to thank my assistant, for her help and for literally being my lifesaver in many cases. I would like to thank every person who streams, buys, or supports my music in any way. And last but not least, I want to thank my partner in life, for being my biggest fan, for being there to brush all the doubts away, and for essentially becoming my muse. Thank you." I smile, eyes glued to the only person that matters in this room.
I walk down the steps, being cheered and greeted by everyone I see on my way back to my seat.
Calum waits for me with open arms, hugging me close to his chest.
"No one deserved this more than you did. Congratulations babygirl. I am sure this is the first of many." He whispers, pulling me in for a kiss.
"I think that I won due to my lucky charm." I giggle.
"Which is?"
"You. So you'd better be here for my every nomination." I point my finger to him.
"If you promise to thank me on every acceptance speech you give."
"Deal."
After the award show, we had to quickly change into less formal attire, so we headed to get back to the hotel, just for a while.
"You know, I've never fucked a Grammy winner." Calum states as he lets me out of my gown.
"Yeah? Well, if you behave, this might change tonight." I reply, trying to play it cocky. But of course, after almost 2 years, he knows my buttons. So, his lips move along the curve of my neck, slowly, to the point where with every peck I feel my skin break in goosebumps.
"Yeah, baby? Well, I must be on my best behavior then, mustn't I?" He asks, his breath fanning on my skin. I gulp thickly, closing my eyes to try and concentrate.
"You are playing dirty. I like it."
"You always like it dirty." He comments, brushing his thumb over my lips.
"We should get going. The party's red carpet will start at any minute." I state and he chuckles.
"Right... We have to be there, don't we, pretty girl?" He whispers, walking away from me to let me dress up.
"I was just congratulated on your behalf." Calum states as he walks up to me, handing me a drink.
"Really?" I ask, bringing the glass to my lips.
"Really." He nods.
"I am sorry." I lean towards him, placing a kiss on his jaw.
"Why, princess? I am flattered. I get to have the winner all to myself. In every way that I want. All night and day long... And I get to kiss you, and touch you, and hug you, and pin you down on our bed and keep you there for hours. So, yeah... Congratulations to me." He replies; his arms are around my torso, pulling me to his body, while his lips rest just below my ear, making me shiver.
"Do I get to get all of you tonight?" I ask, almost moaning at the sensation of his soft, plump lips on my skin.
"Do you even have to ask?" His fingers trace patterns on my hip, while I press my ass on his cock.
"Next year, maybe we can try those vibrating panties under your dress. I would love to see you on-stage, the vibrations on full speed and you trying to hold yourself together while you accept one more award." He whispers; I whimper, just picturing the scenario in my head.
"Cal... Please don't do this to me. Not right now. I have to be able to function. And this is making it hard on me."
"Hard? Like as hard as you are making me?" He asks, pressing his boner on me.
"This is unfair." I whimper, feeling my face heat up.
"If you think this is unfair, wait until you see how I am going to edge you tonight." He replies, turning my face so my lips are on his.
"Wanna skip the party? I need you, right now." I suggest, feeling close to my bursting point. I really need him, his voice while he whispered those words made me melt into a puddle for him. I could not care less about the publicity I could gain from this event, all I want right now is to get out of here and take him home.
"No, princess. We have to stay a bit more. And you will have to behave for me, ok?" He replies, voice steady and dominant, raising chills along my spine.
"Ok." I nod my head, taking a deep breath to find my focus.
We ended up leaving the party 2 hours later, after Calum made it too hard for me to contain myself. His hand on my ass was the final stroke; I almost dragged him out of the venue, and thankfully, he wasn't the one to protest.
"You think it is funny, teasing your award-winning girlfriend like that?" I whine as the elevator doors close. I turn to look at Calum, who is chewing his bottom lip while he smirks triumphantly.
"I don't know. It was pretty fun for me. And for an award winner, you seem to be affected by me pretty easily. You would think that this award would have given you a little bit poise against me. But really, you are still putty under my touch." He replies, walking up to me. His fingers stroke my arm, eyes glued to my body to observe my reaction. I try to hold my posture, not giving him the satisfaction, but goosebumps spread on my body, making Calum chuckle.
"See, princess?" He chuckles.
The elevator doors open, and Calum takes my hand in his before we walk out; one second he can be an absolute teasing dick, and the next second he turns to the greatest boyfriend in the world.
We stumble to our room, Calum unlocking the door in mere seconds; the perks on spending the greatest part of the year in hotel rooms around the world.
From the moment we step in, Calum presses my body against the wall using his body.
"Let's get you out of that designer dress, before it gets turned into a pile of rugs." Calum states, his fingers fumbling with the zip of my dress for a second.
The material slides off my body, leaving me in just my panties in front of him.
"Look at my babygirl..." Calum hisses, gliding his hands all over my body.
He kneels down in front of me, hooking his fingers in the delicate lace of my underwear. I gulp down the knot in my throat, anticipating Calum's next move; usually, this results in whatever I am wearing turning into shreds.
But he simply pulls them down, making sure that his fingers ghost over my thighs on the way to remove them.
"Why do you look so good naked? Why can't I get enough of you?" He groans, kissing down my stomach.
"For the same reason I can't get enough of you." I moan, enjoying his warm kisses on my body. Calum smirks against my skin, lowering his mouth to my groin.
And before I can realize it, his tongue is on my clit, rolling it in slow circles. I lose my balance for a moment, but Calum's hand pins me firmly to the wall by my hips.
I find myself gripping onto his hair, pulling at the silverish locks as he kitten-licks me; he has teased me long enough today for me to feel magnificently.
He maintains eye contact while his tongue works on my bundle of nerves, making me feel intimidated.
"Screw this." He grumbles, taking off his blazer before he picks me up.
He walks me to the bed, placing me on the edge of it. He stands in front of me, dressing down from his outfit.
I watch as his body moves; it is like he is putting on a show for me... As if I need more of a reason to lust over him.
His clothes end up on a ball on the floor, showing his rush to meet my body.
"Are you ready for me, love?" He asks, pulling me more on the edge of the bed. He runs his cock over my slit multiple times, rubbing my clit with the head of it. I nod my head, spreading my legs more for him as he smirks at me.
"Are you sure, princess?" He asks, licking his lips; the teasing is never-ending, at this point becoming more of a teasing of the brain than the body.
"Please." I whimper, getting too impatient to just feel him.
"Ok then." He smirks, easing his cock in me. My breath hitches as my eyes flicker open and shut.
"Cal..." I breathe out, arching my body to get closer to his.
He rocks his hips slowly, letting me adjust to him before his thrusts get more violent.
"You feel so good, princess." He whispers, stroking my hair and face as he leans down to kiss me.
"Please, I need more. More of you. Please." I beg, becoming greedy for him.
"Yeah, princess? You need more of me? Can this pussy handle more?" He asks, pounding his hips on my hips, making me twitch with excitement.
"I want all of you, daddy." I whimper; his hands grip on my waist, lifting me up a bit to fix the angle.
"Don't call me daddy. I might cum right here, right now." He growls, squeezing my face in his hand.
"I am so sorry... Daddy." I whimper, moving my hips to make the thrusts a bit deeper.
Calum slaps my ass, smirking at me.
"You really shouldn't push your luck, baby." He states, digging his nails in my skin.
"Why shouldn't I?" I moan, biting my lip as I watch Calum's face contort in anger.
"I am serious, princess. I will fucking lose it if you call me Daddy one more time. And tonight, I need you to cum first. I need to feel you contract around me. And I need to hear those cute little sounds you are making when you are cumming." He replies, moving his hand to bring his thumb to my clit.
"It won't be long if you go on like that."
"Oh yeah?" He asks cockily; sweat forms on his forehead as he moves his hips on mine, guiding his cock as deeply as he can inside me.
"Calum..." I moan loudly, bringing my hand to grip in the hair on the lower part of his head. I yank his head back, causing him to hiss from the suddenness of my actions.
"Harder, princess. Give me your worse." He tries to keep his dominance, but the whine in the end of the sentence reveals that he is losing it.
I grip on his hair harder, letting my nails scratch into his scalp.
And he rewards me for that, pounding in me as hard as he can, hitting on my spot time after time.
"Holy fucking shit." I scream as I cum, arching my body off the bed, gluing my chest on his while I pull on his hair a little harder.
My stomach is filled with butterflies as my body fills up with chills.
I rest my head to the side, giving Calum the chance to bury his face in my neck. His lips suck softly on my skin, fueling the feeling coursing through my body.
"You make such cute sounds." He states, pulsing inside me as I still ride my orgasm.
"Maybe we should record them and put them into a track... Let everyone know how good you sound as I make you cum." He continues, bringing a whimper out of me.
"Shit... Look how that pussy is milking me." He groans as his thrust become sloppy and less powerful.
He moans as he cums, prolonging my own orgasm. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his body as close as possible to mine.
He rests there, trying to catch his breath as his body relaxes. His hands that were gripping on my body are now softly caressing it, hazily stroking his fingers on my skin.
"Shit, we forgot the condom." He suddenly tenses, supporting his body to sit up a little. I stroke the hair on his neck, smiling softly at him.
"It's ok. I am not on my risky days, one time won't hurt." I yawn, making him relax and smirk.
"Cumming inside you actually feels good. I mean, I love the excitement." He states, kissing down from my neck to my collarbone.
"How many actual kinks do you have, Calum Thomas Hood?" I giggle.
"You are bringing out new ones every time I am inside you, babygirl." He hums, his hand stroking my sides.
"Well, I am willing to help you discover them, then, baby," I whisper, resting more on the mattress.
"Have I told you today how much I love you?" He asks, sounding sleepy.
"Mmm, nope." I reply.
"I haven't? Well, I beg for your forgiveness for stalling, and I announce to you that I love you more than I loved you yesterday, and yesterday I loved you more than life itself." He whispers, sitting up to look me in the eyes.
"You are only saying that because I have just won an award." I tease him, giggling.
"Well, yeah... I have to ensure you won't leave me for someone more successful than me." He replies in the same teasing tone.
"Well, I will have to reevaluate my options now."
"Please, princess... No one can fuck you like I do. You are hooked on me." He replies cockily.
"No one can love me like you do." I add and he nods.
"No one." He reminds me, leaning down to kiss me.