Good Girls Go Bad // smut

Sex // Calum hood

credit: bbyirwie 

It was like this every weekend; the same cycle, the same places, sometimes even the same positions. You didn’t care. You loved sneaking out of your room, causing the adrenaline to pump through your veins as you hopped in to the passenger seat of Calum’s old, rusty van. It wouldn’t take you longer than two seconds before kicking your off your black high tops and pressing a feverish kiss to his lips. The kiss usually led to more, causing you to move yourselves to the back to seat. 

You loved having sex with Calum. You loved the moans he made when your tongue piercing moved up and down his member. He loved the way his Nirvana shirt looked hanging off your back while you rode him in the seat by the window, making the glass fog up with your steamy, hot breaths.

You knew it turned him on when you were kind of dominate; telling him to grab your chest or to flip over so you could take control. You both were obsessed with making each other feel the upmost pleasure, something you and your current boyfriend never did. That’s why you were set on leaving him to be with Calum; however, you still haven’t done it. It hasn’t been the right moment for you to end things with him, and you could tell Calum was getting frustrated about it.

"You know I can’t dump Ashton right this minute, Cal." you muttered, laying on his bare chest as his finger combed through your tangled ends. “It’ll look too obvious, especially after he almost caught me sending you nudes.” you smirked, wiggling your body upwards so you were eye level to his perfect lips. 

"I know," he sighed, making little circles on your back with his finger tips. "It’s just pisses me off knowing that he still gets to call you his when I know you should be mine.” he muttered. You pressed a kiss to his lips, lightly licking his bottom lip. “I know baby, I know. Just please bare with me, alright?” you whispered against his lips and he slowly nodded, wanting to kiss you more than responding to your question.

You both didn’t realize how long you’d been out for until you saw the morning sun peak through the window. “I should probably drive you home,” he groaned stretching a bit while your body was still pressed to his. “Cal,” you muttered, looking into his hazy eyes. “Mmh?” he mumbled, bringing a loving hand to your cheek. “I’m sorry,” you said, staring into his deep brown eyes. He pressed his warm lips to your forehead, letting you know it was okay. 

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Your bodies were attached to each other, as if he was a magnet and you were the piece of metal stuck to it. His tongue roamed the inside of your mouth while your hands twisted in his messy hair. His hands roamed to your ass, giving it a rough squeeze and your mouth gaped open. You took a break from the kiss and rested your forehead against his, breathing in his scent. “You smell like weed,” you mumbled while Calum chuckled. “So do you,” he whispered while he peppered kisses down the side of your neck. 

He brought his hands lower, cupping under your thighs giving you the cue to jump and straddle his waist. “Calum, do you really think this a good idea?” you questioned, as he walked briskly to his bedroom. “Yeah, why the hell would it not be?” he stopped in his tracks, looking into your hazy eyes. “Because we’re completely stoned and off-balance.” you reminded, letting a chuckle escape your lips. 

He silenced your giggles with a kiss, walking with you until you felt your back press against his soft bed. A smirk formed on your lips as he hovered above you, “Impressive” you whispered, and he smirked back. “Babe, if you’re impressed by that then you’re going to be floored in a couple of minutes.” He said as his fingers played with the hem of your shirt, slowly trailing the soft fabric up your body until it reached your lacy bra. He slid your shirt off with ease and brought his hands back down to the fabric covering your boobs. He trailed his fingers over the cups, memorized by the way the lace felt underneath his finger tips. You groaned, growing impatient. “Calum, please” you begged, making him snicker. He roughly groped your boobs, causing your back to arch and send waves of pleasure through your body. “Better?” he whispered against your lips, “Much better.” you replied.