Summary: (Y/N)'s boyfriend, Calum, gets jealous of her "stealing" clothes from her friend Luke.
(Smut / Unprotected Sex / Thigh Riding / Oral; Female Receiving)
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"You look stunning, babe." Calum compliments me as he walks out of the booth. I giggle and move to hug him, wrapping my arms around his neck as his snake on my waist tightly.
"And you smell so good. Are you wearing my cologne?" He asks, bringing his face to the crook of my neck.
"Yeah, it fits the whole vibe I was going for today. Like it?" I ask as his lips plant a kiss on my neck.
"You clothe stealer..." I hear Luke call, before Calum had a chance to answer my question. I separate from Calum's embrace, turning to look at Luke who is staring in shock.
"Shut up, Hemmo. You gave me the shirt..." I protest, rolling my eyes at him but he shakes his head in denial.
"I gave you the pin-up girls shirt, not my leather jacket." He states and I shrug my arms, tilting my head slightly as I smirk.
"You left it at my house the last time we had a movie night. It's your fault, honestly. I wore it just to make sure I would be bringing it over with me today." I play it coy, making Luke chuckle sarcastically.
"Hood, your girlfriend is a filthy liar. Watch your back." He teases and I scoff playfully at him.
"You are just a bitter bitch because your clothes look a lot better on me than you." I reply, turning back to Calum. He draws in a breath, looking at me with a neutral expression, making it kinda hard to read into it.
"The girls are coming over in a bit. Maybe we should head towards the restaurant." I suggest trying to get him to show something else, but he just nods.
"We are taking my car. Give Luke his jacket back and I'll wait in the parking lot." He says, picking up his stuff from the console nearby.
"It won't take long. We can get to the car together." I offer but he shakes his head in denial.
"I'll wait in the car." He insists, walking towards the door. He really sounded cold, no emotion in his voice, which only makes me a little taken aback.
"What's up with him today?" I ask Luke as I hand him his jacket.
"He has been fine all day. Maybe he is hungry. You know how your boo gets when he is hungry." He points out, making me flinch and scrunch up my nose.
"Don't call him that. Why do you have to be so cringy?" I ask and he scuffs, shooing me away.
"I would be a lot kinder to the person I am taking my clothes from." He says, making me chuckle.
"Look at Lukey, stepping up for himself... Good job." I cheer, turning around to walk out of the room.
Calum is quiet, focusing on the road as he drives towards the restaurant we are meeting everyone for lunch. There isn't even any music playing in the car to break the silence, which is definitely a first for us.
"Sierra just texted. They are there." I mumble as I read the notification on my lock screen.
"Fine." He utters, still not shifting his attention.
"I think I will get some pasta today. I haven't had any in a while." I try to start a conversation, break the silence in the car. Even in his darkest days, I haven't seen him like that.
"I don't know what I am getting." He brushes me off.
"They have really great veggie lasagna in there. And you can pick a side of caprice salad with them." I suggest and look for his reaction.
"I am not sure I am hungry." He says, gripping on the steering wheel.
"Are you sure? You seem a little grumpy and you usually get moody when you are hu..." I begin but he groans loudly, making me stop before ending my sentence.
"I am fine. Just shut up for a moment and let me concentrate before I crash the fucking car." He snaps at me, making me gasp as I watch him lash out.
"Not grumpy at all." I say sarcastically, folding my arms in front of my chest.
"I am sorry my mood is affecting your day, princess. Maybe your other boyfriend will make up for it." He says bitterly, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"My what?" I ask, looking at him to figure out what bug bit his ass today.
"Luke. You sure behave more like he is your boyfriend than I am." He turns to look at me, his eyes glossing with anger.
"You are being fucking ridiculous." I can't believe I am hearing these words coming out of his mouth.
"Am I, (Y/N)?" He asks.
"Yes, you are. Stop the car." I demand, unbuckling my seat belt.
"What?" He asks me.
"Stop the fucking car, right now." I bite my lip, opening the Uber app on my phone.
"We are going to the restaurant to eat with our friends. I am not stopping." He insists, disobeying my order.
"You can go wherever the fuck you want. I am not coming anywhere with you, not after that." I say, in total calmness. He stops the car and I open the door, getting out of it as fast as I can.
"(Y/N)..." He calls after me, making me raise my middle finger at him.
"Screw you, Hood." I say without turning to look at him.
The door opens not even half an hour after I make it home. Calum storms in, even madder than he was when I left him.
"You are not going to ever pull that shit on me ever again." He nearly screams, making me stand up from the couch, deciding that moment that I am going to stay calm, no matter what.
"Turn your damn voice down. I am not a scared little puppy who is going to coward away because you decided to start screaming." I look at him in the eye, putting on my brave face.
"Don't try to change the subject now. You nearly ridiculed me today." He says, in a much lower voice now.
"And you didn't? Not only you ridiculed me, but you insulted me. You fucking insulted me because your ego was hurt by something you had no business getting hurt over. If I was exchanging clothes with Crystal, you wouldn't bat an eyelash." I am the one to snap now, finally confronting him about what I was tiptoeing around all evening.
"It's not the same." He growls and I look at him wide-eyed.
"How is it not the same? Luke is a friend of mine. He has been my friend before you and I were even a thing. And he has been your friend for longer, so if you are jealous of me and him being friends, you really don't know me, nor Luke. Because Luke has been your ride or die for years and he would never do that to you, and you don't know me, because if you did, you would fucking know that I love you way too much do ever betray you. Get your head out of your ass, because I know I deserve better than this behavior." I explain and he stares at me speechless.
"What, you expected me to sugarcoat it for you, get to you with droopy ears and puppy eyes and ask for forgiveness over something that is completely and entirely your fault? I am not your mother, Calum and you are not a child anymore. Grow the fuck up and admit you were wrong." I finish my monologue, sinking the room in silence. He looks at me with a tensed face as my chest inflates and falls. I regret not a single word from what I said.
He takes a moment before he walks away, rushing to get in my bedroom. I stare at him as he walks away, my brain pounding in my head.
I don't want to follow him, I don't want to see what he is doing in there; deep in my heart, I know he is going to pick whatever stuff he has in my house and leave.
I don't want him too, but I guess confronting him wasn't something he wished for.
He walks out of my bedroom, an armful of his shirts and hoodies being dropped next to me on the couch.
"You are my girlfriend. Mine. And my girlfriend should be stealing my clothes. I don't care if he is your friend, I don't care if he is ok with it, my girlfriend is wearing my clothes." He growls, grabbing a fistful of his garments. He waves the striped shirt in front of my face, his hand flexing as he grips onto it tightly.
"Here we go again." I roll my eyes, bringing my hand to rub my temples.
"No, you don't get it. I want my clothes on your body, I want you to wear my clothes, my clothes. Luke has a girlfriend, she can wear his. But my girlfriend wears my clothes. And I veto that." He whines, making me chuckle at him, raising my hands in defeat.
"You are literally throwing a tantrum right now, Hood." I say softly, walking closer to him.
"I am not." He protests, making me hum.
"Yeah, I can tell." I cup his face in my hands. I reach up, kissing his lips softly as his hands go to my waist, resting on the dip of my back.
He kisses me back softly, sighing in relief as I stroke my thumbs over the freckle on his cheek.
"Baby..." He moans against my lips, making me smirk.
"You definitely act like one." I tease him and he groans.
"I don't." He frowns, his bottom lip pouting a bit.
"You do. You are a bratty baby..." I squish his cheeks between my hands, making him hum as his eyes turn dark.
He grips my jaw and looks at me sternly, orbs glazed with lust.
"I'll fucking show you who's the brat." He spits out, jaw clenching before he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He carries me like I am not heavier than his gym bag, but his biceps are bulging and stretching against the sleeves of his t-shirt, making my stomach become knotted.
His hand lands on my ass, making me yelp and causing my foot to prop up.
"My ass... My ass..." He growls, his hand squeezing on the cheek his hand landed.
He lays me on the bed, hovering above me instantly and bringing his fingers to work on undoing the buttons of Luke's shirt. His eyes burn my skin as he scans it, his tongue peeking from between his plump lips before his teeth tug on the bottom one.
"Should have just ripped it into pieces..." He mumbles, bringing his thigh between my legs, pressing it right on my core.
"Grind on my thigh, princess. I know you want to..." He comments as I squirm against his leg.
"Calum..." I whine the moment he uses his fingertips to trace down the valley between my breasts.
"What, baby? You love grinding that greedy little pussy on my thigh... You sure do when I am not paying attention to you, or when you get bored out of your mind during movie night." He teases, reaching under me to unhook my bra.
"I need more of you... I need all of you." I complain and he chuckles.
"Who's the brat now?" He asks, sliding the straps of my bra down my arms, along with the sleeves of the shirt.
"I can tell that you are soaking wet... I bet if I slip my hand inside your pants, waterfalls are going to flow." He says, leaning down to bring his mouth to my nipple. He bites on the nub of nerves, making me cry out and buck my hips against his leg. I press my core more on it, trying to soothe the pressure between my legs.
"Jesus, Cal..." My voice is breaking as he pulls his head back, pulling my nipple along.
"Tell me what I gotta do to show everyone you're mine..." He demands, unbuttoning my jeans and dragging them down, moving from between my legs and making me whine at the loss of contact.
He crawls back, toying with the hem of my panties as he settles between my legs again, only this time laying on his stomach and with his breath hitting on my core.
"You have the cutest little wet spot..." He traces his finger over it, before hooking his fingers in the underwear and pulls it down.
He fixes my legs, spreading them and propping them up on his shoulders before he dives in and buries his face in my folds.
I feel myself melting, toes curling up as he swirls his tongue on my wetness.
"Cal..." I squirm, pressing my core more on his face. I feel him smirk against it, the little stubble that has been growing on his face tickling me as he moves his face, putting everything into devouring me.
His fingers move up my thigh, stopping on my entrance before he grazes over my hole and slips them inside.
"Fuck..." I bite onto my palm, feeling him pumping them inside me with vigor. I feel a weird numbness on my stomach, my sex becoming wetter with each flick of his tongue against my clit.
The room smells like sex, the heavy aroma mixing with Calum's cologne and making me feel woozy.
"I love your fucking taste..." He moans as he pulls away for a quick breath, his fingers pumping fast inside me still.
"You are so good at this..." I cry, watching him as he goes back to eating me out. His lips suck on my clit, tongue softly grazing over its tip.
Oh, how I want him to get rid of that fucking t-shirt, let me watch his shoulders as they tense up, his beautiful tan skin as it glistens up under the little light that comes from my bedroom window.
He removes his fingers momentarily, lowering his tongue messily to my entrance, circling it around before he slides it in. His thumb goes to my clit, stroking it in circles as his tongue laps up my pussy.
"I need your cock, please." I beg, my back arching off the mattress.
"You'll get it, darling. Now, I want to taste you. Can you cum for me, pretty girl?" He asks me, a smirk playing on his lips.
"If you do that thing I like with your tongue, in mere seconds." I gasp as he flicks his tongue fast over my clit. I lose my mind, each flick of the tongue sending me further down the spiral.
"I am cumming, Cal... Fuck, I am cumming." I cry out; I feel my face heat up, my throat feeling tight with a lump.
"That's it, that's my good girl." He praises, bringing his tongue to my entrance and taste my release.
I gasp for air, my body still tingling from my orgasm as he unbuttons his jeans and lowers them to his thighs.
"On your stomach." He commands, hissing through his teeth.
"I said, on your stomach." He flips me, positioning me up in the way he likes.
I stick my ass out more, turning my head to look at him as he places himself behind me, stroking his cock over my core before he thrusts in.
"Why are you so fucking tight? We've been fucking for nearly 2 years non-stop, and you are still so fucking tight, princess." He hisses, gripping onto my waist. His fingers imprint into my hips, the grip tightening as he thrusts inside me.
"I hate you so much right now." My voice breaks, my body still in shock from my previous orgasm, so everything feels a thousand times intense.
"Yeah, yeah, I can tell, princess. I love you too." He pulls me up, making me stand on my knees, with my back against his chest. He forces my thighs even more apart, slamming into me forcefully as one of his hands travels up my body, pushing my hair out of the way. His lips go to my neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin.
I blink with every slam of his hips against my ass, feeling my whole body jolt.
"Calum, please... I need to cum. I'm so sensitive." I whine, earning a bite on the neck from him.
"That quick, huh?" He chuckles cockily, slowing his thrusts.
"Shut up... I can't..." I bite my lip, throwing my head back to rest on his clavicle.
"Wait just a little longer, princess. Let me catch up to you." He whispers, holding onto my body tightly. His arm is now across my chest, so my eyes just wander down it, admiring the flexing muscles and the ink-decorated tan skin.
"Calum..." I feel my core pulsing around him, the urge to bite onto his arm growing inside me.
"Just a little more, princess." He replies, kissing down my neck. I turn my head, bringing my mouth to the side of his neck, biting onto it as hard as I can. He moans loudly, the grip on my body becoming more sturdy.
"Fuck, princess... You are going to make me cum..." He growls, breathing fast.
My teeth graze his skin, finding the next spot to mark as he fucks me towards my next orgasm.
"Shit..." He breathes out, throwing his head back as he cums in me, throbbing inside my pussy. My stomach tightens, my body nearly giving up and falling forward.
"No, don't move..." Calum gasps, holding onto me. He thrusts sloppily, grunting as he tries to drive me over my edge.
"I wanna cum... Please, let me." I beg, shaking as he pounds in me.
"You can cum, babygirl. Cum around my cock..." He whispers in my ear, lowering his hand to my clit. His fingers barely have to work to get me off, this time my orgasm being so much more intense.
I can hardly breathe, my body experiencing the highest of highs. Calum slips from inside me, moving before me as he cups my jaw with his hands. He kisses me deeply, tongue moving against mine.
"I adore you... I fucking do." He whispers, tracing his thumb over my bottom lip.
"I love you..." I pout and he chuckles, leaning in for a short peck.
"I have to go clean up but I am so sore..." I whine and he hums, planting a kiss on my forehead.
"I'll run a bath for us." He offers, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He stands up from the bed and picks me up, carrying me bridal style towards my bathroom.
I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold onto him.
"You know you don't have to do this, right?" I ask and he hums.
"I want to..." He replies, setting me on the edge of the bathtub.
He plugs the bathtub before turning on the faucet, letting hot water fill it up.
"Where do you have those bath bombs you like?" He asks, looking in my drawers.
"In the cabinet..." I smile, rubbing my hands over the marks he left on my neck.
He picks one and throws it in the water, letting it fizz before he turns the faucet off. He slips in first, resting with his back against the bathtub before he takes me hand and helps me in, making me sit between his legs.
I rest my head on his chest, taking in the scented steam and relaxing.
"I am sorry I was so... abrupt. I should have told you how I felt instead." He mumbles, taking my hand in his. It is still a work in process to get him to talk about his feelings openly, to allow him to show his vulnerability. Even admitting little mistakes was tough in the beginning, he thought that I would think of him less... And look at him now. I am actually proud of how far he has come.
"You were a little hot-headed. And I didn't handle it well. I mean, I reacted badly too." I admit and he sighs.
"We are even?" He asks and I nod.
"We are even." I assure him and he chuckles.
"So, do you think I can burrow that nice striped blazer you have tomorrow? I have a meeting in the psych practice in the evening..." I turn my head to look at him as he smirks and nods.
"Well, you will have to pay for it..." He cocks an eyebrow and I purse my lips.
"Luke never made me pay for his clothes..." I state and he presses a kiss on my temple.
"He better not had... I would fucking break his jaw..." He comments and I press a kiss on the side of his mouth.
"You are kinda cute when you get possessive... You know that?" I ask and he hums.
"No clue... But I'll take it." He replies as I turn around to kiss him deeply.