Summary: Fans make (Y/N) feel insecure, so Calum steps in to comfort her. (Smut / Merely Unprotected Sex / First Time Sex) (T.W: Online Hate)
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"You are still coming over tomorrow night, right?" Calum asks as he parks in front of my apartment block, turning to look at me.
"Of course. 6 months is not a small deal..." I reply, smiling at him.
"And you are still spending the night over, right?" He asks again, looking at me anxiously.
"Yes, Cal... But you should really relax... Even I am not so anxious about tomorrow." I reply, taking his hand in mine.
"I just want it to be special. I want you to have fun and be comfortable." He mumbles, pouting his bottom lip.
"Baby, that is so sweet of you. But really, I am ready. You don't have to worry about it." I assure him, leaning in to kiss his lips.
"Still, I want to give you something romantic, I guess." He shrugs his shoulders before I lean my head against it.
"I thought you didn't believe in romance..."
"I don't. So, don't expect anything typical... I am going to do it my way..." He replies, turning his head to press a kiss on the tip of my nose.
"Wouldn't want it any other way, baby. I have to go, early call in the morning. Text me when you make it back home, ok?" I press a kiss on the side of his neck, earning a hum from him.
"I'll see your pretty face tomorrow." He states, cupping my chin before he kisses me tenderly.
"I will see your pretty face tomorrow." I poke on his chest, smiling at him as I take one last whiff of his cologne.
I hesitantly exited the car; Calum and I have the prettiest conversations when he is dropping me off, even when there is nothing particular to talk about. I always crave more conversation with Calum when I leave, and this didn't change tonight.
Laying in bed tonight, my mind rushed to imagine how tomorrow night will be; Calum and I have not slept together yet. Well, we have napped and dozed off in the same bed, cuddled, we have slept the night in the same bed, multiple times, but we have never actually had sex before. And neither have I ever had sex with anyone else before.
Calum was just a little surprised when I told him, knowing that I had been in relationships before. But he has never pressured me, he has never taken things further than I was comfortable with. He always told me that we would only go on when I would be ready, and only then. And he has kept his word, respected the boundaries until the point I have had enough of keeping myself back from doing it, I have gotten too tired of resisting him.
So, I suggested spending the night with him on our anniversary; in the beginning, he didn't get what I was implying, only getting a hint of it when I asked if we could be alone in the house that night.
And he has been excited ever since, almost running laps around me like a puppy. I can tell he has been waiting for that moment for a long time, and I honestly don't know how he has kept his cool around me for so long; there have been one too many times that making out almost turned into more, but he was always the one to stop us before we would go forward.
But those moments always made me crave him more and more, picturing him and the moment we would finally have sex. Honest to God, he is so kind and loving, in addition to being the sexiest man alive, that I have been having a hard time not picturing him hovering over me, thrusting inside me with his face all red and jaw tensed.
He makes me feel like the most gorgeous woman to have grazed this planet, constantly reminding me how beautiful I am, words and actions for evidence, which really helps me drown the little voice in my head that tells me I am not enough, and all the criticism from his fan base that comes with dating Calum. Well, usually helps me drown it...
(Calum's POV)
"I want you on your best behavior, mister... This is a very special day, and I want you to be my good little boy. Ok, Duke?" I coo as I pet the dog, who looks at me, wagging his tail. I chuckle at how pathetic I sound, taking out my anxiety on the poor pup. But I really just want (Y/N) to have the best experience or at least the closest to best it can get.
I have never felt so anxious about having sex before, I mean, it is just sex, it's one of the things that should supposedly take any stress away. But this is the first time for (Y/N) and the one thing I absolutely don't want is for me to be imprinted in her mind as the guy that gave her the lousiest first time.
My phone ringing makes me put the puppy down and pick it up, finding (Y/N)'s name light on the screen.
"Hey, pretty girl. Do you need me to come pick you up?" I ask her before she could even say hi.
"Hey, baby. I don't feel so good today. My stomach is all fucked up... I don't think I can make it..." She sounds weak, groaning a little at the end.
"Oh, no baby. Did you go to the doctor? Want me to take you to a hospital?" I ask, my stomach tightening at the thought of her being sick.
"No. I mean, it's probably something I ate. I am sorry for tonight, baby. I really have been waiting for tonight for so long." She mumbles but I chuckle softly.
"We can celebrate in a few days, don't worry about it. Want me to come over and take care of you, baby?" I ask her, plopping on the couch.
"No, I got this."
"Ok, love. Call me if you need anything, no matter what time it is." I sigh and she hums.
"I will. Thank you, babe." She replies before hanging up.
"Guess you don't need to be so behaved anymore, Duke... The pretty girl is sick..." I sigh, biting my cheek.
"Maybe she got anxious about tonight and got sick... Or maybe she really ate something that bugged her stomach. Or maybe she has the stomach flu..." I list at the dog who lays his head on my lap.
"Maybe she really needs help and she is too proud to ask for it... You know her, she doesn't want to be a burden to anyone... Maybe we should just head over, make her some tea, or some soup. And you should go cuddle with her, she really loves how squishy you are." I mumble, staring at the dog for a sign. He licks his nose, tilting his little head to the side.
"Maybe bring her some flowers. You know, it is still our anniversary, even if she is sick..." I state, standing up and picking Duke along, grabbing my phone and jacket on the way out.
(3rd Person's POV)
(Y/N) cannot stop staring at her phone, with eyes glazed by her tears. Her mind cannot really fathom how people could express such negativity for someone they have never actually met.
When she called Calum this evening to cancel their plans, she truly felt sick. She has been reading all the hate comments, every tweet and post about her, targeted toward her body, her hair, her face, she has been in this rabbit hole for at least the past 10 hours, every hate word punching her in the gut.
She knows she doesn't deserve Calum, deep down inside she knew he can do so much better. But she also knows he loves her, truly loves her, even though Calum had infamously said he doesn't believe in love, she knows that of all the feelings that exist, love is the one Calum has for her.
For (Y/N), all of this is crazy; how can someone who claims that they love Calum, attack someone that actually makes him happy?
Calum picks up the take-out miso soup from the back seat while also carrying Duke with one arm. The puppy looks at him, wagging his tail happily as they walk to (Y/N)'s apartment. Both of them seem utterly excited to see her, even though she is sick; all that Calum wants is to spend their anniversary together.
He lets the dog on his paws as he knocks on (Y/N) door, motioning the furball to sit by him, which of course Duke ignores and starts scratching on her door.
The last thing (Y/N) wants is visitors. She really wishes for some peace and quiet, let herself wallow in self-pity. But the knock on her door signifies that her plan is not really going to be executed. She thinks that if she just lay on her couch and just be quiet, whoever it is behind the door will leave, giving her the quietness she needs.
"Baby, open up..." She hears Calum call from the other side of the door, making her heart hurt at the knowledge of his presence.
He knows she is inside, that she is sick and that she is not anywhere else but here, and she knows he has keys for her apartment, given to him in case of an emergency, and that this whole situation in Calum's books is an emergency.
So, she decides to slowly make her way to the door, peep through the little peephole at the top of the door, only to find Calum and Duke waiting for her to open up, her boyfriend holding a paper bag from the Korean place they usually order food from.
"Cal? What are you doing here?" She asks, opening the door just a bit and lodging herself between. Calum smiles at her, holding the paper bag up with pride.
"Duke was worried. And I wanted to bring you some food and spend some time with you..." He explains, leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on her forehead. Thank God she doesn't have a fever, he thought as he pulled away.
"It's very sweet of you. But I don't think I will be a great company right now..." She felt her stomach drop; he really is the sweetest boyfriend ever, and she hates that she has to turn him away, especially tonight.
"You are always the greatest company there is. Can we come in?" He asks, pointing to the pup who whimpers for attention.
(Y/N) gives up, unable to think of other excuses to not let Calum stay. So, she moves from the door, allowing her boyfriend and the cutest dog alive to walk in.
"You sit down and I will pour your soup in a bowl." Calum offers, pushing his girlfriend softly to sit on her couch. His dog jumps on top of her lap immediately, licking her face as she strokes behind his ears.
"I really don't want to eat." (Y/N) tries to stop him but Calum brushes her off, walking to the kitchen. She sighs at how stubborn he can be.
Calum pours her soup and grabs a spoon from the drawer, walking back to her with a smile. But the smile drops as he takes a better look at her face, finding her eyes puffy and red as she sniffles while petting Duke.
"Babe, have you been crying?" He asks her, eyebrows furrowed as he leaves the bowl on the coffee table and takes a seat on the couch. (Y/N)'s heart quickens, and her brain shuts down, totally abandoning her now that she needs to come up with a lie.
"Um... My stomach is hurting really bad..." She stutters but realizes she has fucked up the moment Calum springs up.
"Get up, we are going to the hospital..." He sounds serious, looking truly worried. And he is, the worst-case scenarios running through his mind.
"There is no need. I am sure I will get better..." She tries to assure him, but Calum can read through her, he can recognize she is lying.
"No, get up..." He insists, looking at her sternly.
"Calum..." (Y/N) protests, sighing as she gets desperate for him to stop pushing her.
"(Y/N), you told me you are sick, and now you are telling me your stomach hurts... This could be more than just the flu..." He explains, almost begging her for him to take her to a hospital.
(Y/N) stares at the floor, fingers fidgeting as she feels horrible for lying to him.
"(Y/N), look at me..." Calum orders, tilting her chin up to make her look him in the eye. (Y/N) averts her gaze, her bottom lip quivering as she feels about to break down at his inquisition. Calum's heart sinks, realizing that all of this was just a lie.
"Did you lie to me?" He sounds heartbroken, making her feel really sick to her stomach.
"If this is all made up to avoid spending the night with me, you could have just told me. I have never pushed you about sex, when I said I would wait for you until you are ready, I meant it. We don't even have to ever have sex if you don't feel like it, but you really shouldn't have lied to me. I was worried about you actually being sick..." Calum snaps, his voice getting louder than he intended.
"It's not that..." (Y/N) stutters, already feeling her eyes brim with tears.
"It's not that... Then what the fuck it is? Tell me..." Calum commands, pushing (Y/N)'s guilt to give him an insight into what is going on.
She reaches for her phone, unlocking it and handing it to Calum, showing him that she has been looking at, almost since the moment he dropped her off last night.
"What's that?" He asks, confused at her actions.
"Scroll and read." She replies, taking a seat on the couch. Calum stared at the screen, his eyes scanning over all the words targeted at his girlfriend. His heart aches over how people could be mean to her, to the person making him feel so good.
He plops on the couch, scrolling down with his mouth open in shock.
"What the fuck?" He murmurs to himself, not daring to look at (Y/N). He considers this as nothing but his fault, he should have been able to protect her from all the vile opinions.
"There is a hashtag, Instagram pages, Twitter pages, and quite a few articles. I have been digging into them for hours. I really don't feel good, and my stomach genuinely hurts." (Y/N) admits, gulping the lump in her throat as she tries to fight her tears. Supposedly, she should have been feeling better now that she has let it all out of her chest, but the look on Calum's face is really unsettling.
Calum has to stop himself before he calls out all these people attacking his girl, causing a PR nightmare and getting an earful from the management. He feels helpless, not knowing how to make this situation better, how to protect her from all of that hate.
(Y/N) watches Calum as he runs his hand over his face, his rings shining under the light of the room.
"I... I don't know what to say... I am so sorry, you shouldn't be going through that, you shouldn't be under attack for being with me." Calum locks the phone, letting it on the table as he turns to look at (Y/N).
"It's not your fault, you don't have to be sorry for that."
"I should have been able to protect you, I should not have let this happen. If you want to break up with me, I totally get it... I know this can be really hard on anyone." Calum lets out the words, his head already feeling heavy at the thought of losing (Y/N).
"You are the best thing I've ever had, and I am not planning on letting you go just because a portion of your fans seem to be unable to wrap their minds around the fact that you don't belong to them. If I do that, they win, and they will never let you be happy with anyone. And fuck this whole shit, I love you and I need you in my life. And I know you don't believe in love and I don't expect you to say it back, nor change your mind about that. But I know I feel it and I know that I feel loved by you, so I don't give a damn about anything else." (Y/N) states, finally letting it all out of her chest.
And then her breath hitches as she waits for Calum's reaction; she is not delusional, she knows better than to expect him to say any big words he doesn't mean.
Calum petrifies at the sound of (Y/N)'s words; it is more than clear to him that he feels the same for her, that all of this that he has been denying himself hasn't gone away, has not faded away even just a bit.
But the realization dawned on him as he heard her say it, as he heard the words become spoken, entering the real world. He does love her, with everything within him.
"I say it and I mean it. I love you." Calum feels unable to incorporate any more words into this, all of his writing talent going out of the window as he stares at (Y/N).
And (Y/N) knows better than to ask for him to elaborate; she doesn't need him to, anyway, she knew he loves her.
"I am going to talk to management, sit down with them, and find a way to deal with this. I am not going to let anyone hurt you..." Calum whispers, scooting closer to her and bringing his hand under her chin. He really, really wants to just kiss her, more than he has ever wanted before.
"Thank you..." (Y/N) can only whisper, looking down at Calum's lips.
Calum pulls (Y/N) in for a kiss, his lips engulfing hers softly. (Y/N) has been craving this, all that she wants right now is to be kissed by him, for the rest of her life.
Calum's hands cradle her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly as he deepens the kiss. (Y/N) moans against his lips, biting onto the bottom one lightly, roughening it up just a little.
"You need to eat your soup. I bet you haven't eaten anything today..." Calum pulls away, trying to stop from going too far all at once.
"I am not really hungry... Just sleepy..." (Y/N) protests, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"You need to eat, even if it means I will have to feed you." Calum replies, reaching at the table to grab the bowl.
"I really don't want to eat. My stomach is tied up." (Y/N) dodges the spoon, sealing her lips together.
"Just a little. Please..." Calum looks her in the eyes, trying to soften her, get to her good side.
"Only a little bit." (Y/N) surrenders, grabbing the bowl.
Calum looks at her as she eats slowly, stroking her hair. He twists her locks through his fingers, taking in every detail of her.
"I don't want more." (Y/N) places the bowl on the table, going back to her seat and curling up against Calum. Calum puts his arm around her shoulders, planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Just promise me you'll have a good breakfast in the morning." Calum sighs, making (Y/N) chuckle.
"Wanna sleepover? Just to make sure I do..." (Y/N) suggests, reaching to take his hand in hers.
Calum smiles, nodding his head happily before he leans down to kiss her softly.
His tongue slips in her mouth while (Y/N) moves to straddle his laps. Her hands go to his face, stroking it softly as they kiss, lightly moving to his short hair.
Calum's hands lower to her thighs, feeling her skin under her little robe. She feels warm under his touch, her skin erupting in thrilling goosebumps.
And as the makeout progresses, Calum feels her grinding on him, her core pressing on his junk, which only grows stiffer as she wiggles on him.
(Y/N) really tries to help the tingle between her thighs, really ignoring that Calum is getting harder and harder at the sensation.
"We need to stop..." Calum pulls away, groaning that he has to stop now that he feels so good. But he knows that if he doesn't pull away now, there is no way he is going to be able to contain himself.
"Why?" (Y/N) asks, moaning softly as she brings her lips to his jaw, kissing, biting, sucking on it, watching Calum turn into a mess for her.
"Baby, this is getting hard for me..." Calum almost whimpers, closing his eyes and throwing his head back and letting himself enjoy the sweet torture.
"What if we don't have to stop..." (Y/N) asks, making Calum perk up, his heart speeding up at the hearing of the words.
"What?" He asks her, trying to make sure they are on the same page before he gets too excited.
"I told you we would be having sex tonight... And I meant it. I need you." (Y/N) explains, biting on her bottom lip.
"Are you sure about that? We don't have to just because you said we would." Calum tries to make a sense of his thoughts, hoping that (Y/N) is absolute about this decision.
"I need you to help me feel good. I really want you, I've been waiting for so long." (Y/N) sighs, stroking his cheek as Calum moves his lips to her neck.
He fixes her legs around his waist before he lifts her up, her head resting on his collarbone.
Calum makes his way to her bedroom, feeling anxious about what is to come next.
He lays her on her bed, while (Y/N) fixes her pillows to find comfort.
"I need you to think about it again... Are you sure about that?" He asks her, looking down at (Y/N) whose fingertips rest on his jaw tenderly.
"I have never been more sure about anything." (Y/N) replies, nodding her head to assure him.
Calum's hand tug at the belt of her robe, silently asking for permission to remove it. (Y/N) brings her hands on top of his, guiding him as he undresses her.
"I... I have bought something for tonight... Do you... Do you want me to go put it on?" (Y/N) stutters, left in only her pajama shorts and a tank top.
"You are perfect already. But if it will make you feel better, you can go put it on..." Calum replies softly. (Y/N) nods her head, sliding back and getting off the bed, reaching inside a drawer to pick out the lingerie.
Calum stays only in his boxers while he waits for her to come back.
(Y/N) stares at herself in the mirror for a minute or two, sighing as she processes how she looks in the dainty lace and shiny satin.
She walks back into the room, her hands pinching on her arms in hesitation.
Calum scans her body, taking in every detail. He has never seen her this exposed before, not even when she was in a bikini.
"Com' ere..." He gestures for her to approach him, sitting down on the mattress. She stands before him, her hands running up and down her arms as she tries to make her goosebumps go away.
"You are so beautiful..." He murmurs, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer, bringing his lips to her stomach, trailing a trail of kisses from below her chest to the hem of her panties.
She feels her breath become funny, gulping down before tilting her head back, enjoying the warmth his lips leave on her skin.
Calum cannot get enough of the taste of her skin, his tongue peeking out from between his lips as he lowers his mouth to her bikini line.
He brings his lips over her panties, kissing her sex softly as he looks up to her. His lips press on her clit, making her clench around nothing, tensing up at the newly-found feeling.
"Come on, baby. Lay down." Calum takes her wrist in his hand pulling her on the bed.
"I have condoms in my drawer. I bought them for tonight." (Y/N) mutters, making Calum nod his head before reaching for them.
He takes off his underwear, kicking them to the side before ripping the foil open and rolling the condom along with his throbbing cock.
(Y/N) feels her chest heave at the sight of Calum's cock; she knows it is going to hurt, but she can't help but feel mesmerized over his length.
"You can tell me if you want to stop, at any moment." Calum reminds her, running his tip over her sopping core. He feels a tingle in his stomach, excitement taking over him as he preps to thrust in her.
"It is going to hurt for a while. I need you to breathe, baby." He reminds her, reaching behind her back to undo her bra before he leans to peck on her forehead.
His hand travels down her chest, thumb brushing over one of her nipples before it rests on her hip, holding himself up while his other hand guides his cock to line up to her entrance.
He goes in slowly, inch by inch feeling her wrap tightly around him. (Y/N) whimpers, her face scrunching up in pain as she feels a tear all the way to her stomach.
Calum stops moving, looking at (Y/N) in panic.
"Breathe, baby." He reminds her, pecking on her cheek as she tries to adjust to his length.
"It hurts..." She whispers, feeling her eyes tearing up.
"We can stop if you want..." Calum breathes out, cradling her face in his hands.
She shakes her head, determined to push past the pain.
He drives his cock deeper inside her, getting excited over how good she feels on his cock. (Y/N) bite on her lip, the initial pain becoming less intense. Calum pulls out giving her a moment to soothe down.
(Y/N) trembles, gasping for air as she looks at him.
"I need you." She rasps, reaching down to take his hand.
Calum thrusts inside her again, still going slowly as his free hand rubs her lower stomach, trying to make the pain go away faster.
The pain subdues, making (Y/N) relax, gripping onto Calum's bicep as he moves, at a faster pace.
Her nails dig into his skin, decorating his inked skin with marks.
"Feels good, baby?" He asks her, leaning down to kiss her neck as he still thrusts inside her.
"It doesn't hurt anymore..." She replies, tilting her head to the side, giving him access to her neck.
"Good. I promise I will make you feel really good..." He sighs, bringing his hand up to cup her breast, fondling it before he runs her thumb over her nipple, adding more stimuli to her body.
"Deeper?" (Y/N) asks, purring softly at the sensation.
"Want it deeper, baby?" He asks cockily, his eyes glistening with lust and excitement. She lets out a scream as he pounds his hips on hers, tensing up and tightening even more around him.
"Oh, shit..." Calum lets out a throaty groan, enjoying how she pulses around his length, how she fits around him like a glove, how warm she is underneath him.
She arches her back a little, holding onto him as she takes him deep, feeling him in her stomach.
She moans as he changes the angle, hitting inside her differently.
"Fuck, that feels so good." She cries out, causing his pupils to blow out. He feels his cock pulse at the sound of her enjoying it, all of his worry going away.
He hits the spot again, making her shudder as the warmth spreads to her spine.
"Feels good, princess?" He asks her, bringing his thumb to her clit, pressing on the nub as he rolls it, making her jolt in excitement. Her nails dig deeper in his bicep, while her other hand goes to her breast, squeezing it to replace the sensation that Calum's hand had on it.
"Faster." She demands, sensing her high come closer to her.
"Are you sure?" He asks her, fearing hurting her.
"Faster, please." She closes her eyes, moaning again and again as he thrusts where she needs him to.
Calum gives her everything he has, feeling his heart flutter in his chest as he watches her indulge in what he is giving her.
He has never felt as intensely as he feels right now, this is almost primitive for him.
"I am so close..." (Y/N) cries out, moving her hips to meet his thrusts. His thumb moves faster, earning a whine from her.
"You can cum, baby. Cum around me." He whispers, feeling his own breath become shallow.
"Can you take off the condom? I want to feel you." (Y/N) gasps, opening her eyes to look into his. Calum looks at her in shock, his grip on her hip becoming tighter.
"Are you sure?" He asks, blinking as he tries to wrap his brain around it.
"I wanna feel all of you..." She states, quivering as her high approaches.
Calum pulls out, discarding the condom and giving himself a couple of strokes before he lines up to her again.
The sensation of his bare cock inside her is completely different than before, feeling him throbbing against her walls causes her to gasp for air.
Feeling her around his bare cock triggers Calum. He has to get his mind to something else before it is too late. He just needs her to finish first, he needs to feel her become even tighter around him, even wetter for him.
"Fuck, Calum..." She almost screams, coming undone around him. Her whole body shakes, walls convulsing around him.
Everything is blank for a few moments, she only fixates on her high, on how euphoric this is.
And Calum just stares at her, taking in how good she looks like that. He doesn't move, feeling her pulse around him is enough to get him just there.
(Y/N) groans at the loss of the sensation as he pulls out of her, opening her eyes to stare at him.
"I need to cum..." He hisses, stroking his cock over her stomach. She just looks at him jacking off, enjoying how precious he looks, with his head tilted back and his tongue peeking from between his lips as he moans. His hand moves fast, his thumb occasionally running over his tip, until he cums on her lower stomach, giving her a warm sensation as he hisses and curses through greeted teeth.
His stomach rises and falls, breathing heavily as he rides through his high, lowering his gaze to her, finding her looking at him with rosy cheeks. She is breathing heavily as well, her hand still resting on her breast. He leans down, taking her other nipple in between his lips, sucking on it softly, but still sending electricity through her body, making her jolt.
"Let me bring you a towel, baby. Clean you up a bit." He says softly, pressing a kiss on the tip of her nose.
"I can go clean up..." She offers, but Calum chuckles softly.
"I don't think you can walk right now. You'll feel very sore if you stand up." He replies, slipping into his boxers before he leaves the room.
(Y/N) smiles at how soft he is for her, how kind and loving. And now she knows for fact he loves her.
He struts back in the room with a wet towel in hand, leaning down to wipe her clean. He does so softly as if he is afraid of breaking her.
"Are you ok?" He asks as he lays down next to her, pulling her onto his chest. She lays her head on his pec, smiling as she leaves a kiss there.
"Never better..." She hums, reaching to take his hand in hers.
"Did you like it?" He asks, tilting her chin up to look at her.
"I can't believe I have been missing out on that for that long." She replies, biting on her lip. He leans in, bringing his lips to hers for a quick second.
"I can help you make up for that loss..." He replies with a smirk.
"Oh, really?" She asks with her eyebrow cocked.
"Anytime you want..." He assures her, earning a hum from her.
"I'll consider that offer..." She replies, nestling to his chest.
"I really do love you." He reminds her, with a voice as soft as a feather.
"I know. And I love you too." She states, kissing his chest.