Fuck! - Calum SMUT
tbh i just named this after what i thought when i saw the gif
dom!cal + spanking
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“Come here.” Calum didn’t let go of your hand when you both walked through the door of your apartment, instead he used it to pull your body to his, kissing you hard without any warning.
“Cal!” You panted, drawing for breath and looking into his lust-filled golden eyes.
“What? I’ve been so horny all day and I couldn’t do anything. But now, I’m going to fuck my beautiful girlfriend.”
You had been at a dinner with his family, a fairly formal affair and you had dressed up nicely in a black dress that made your figure look amazing. Calum, in turn, had not disappointed. He had on his only ‘posh’ outfit, a white dress shirt with a thin black tie and trademark black skinny jeans. Calum’s hand locked with yours as he backed you into the wall - forcefully enough to shake a picture from its hook, the frame tumbling to the floor, your mouth falling open in shock as it did so.
“Feeling dominant?” You giggled, kissing along a prominent vein on his neck, trying your luck at pleasing him before you knew he would overpower you.
“Ah…” He let a moan slip out as you sucked a mark underneath his collarbone.
You almost had Calum under your spell but a shiver ran down his spine, practically shaking him out of your enchantment. His large hand flew across your throat, pinning your head against the wall and drawing your bewitching lips away from his sensitive skin.
“No babygirl, that isn’t how it’s going to be tonight. You’re going to be good for me, okay?” He smirked and cocked his head, momentarily tightening his loose grip on your neck. You nodded and whimpered softly, causing Calum to shoot you a wicked grin. Without anymore hesitation he attacked your lips with his plump ones, both of you becoming more and more desperate for each other by the second. You hungered for more bucking your hips so they rubbed deviously over Calum’s crotch. You moaned as he retaliated, one hand slipping under your dress and squeezing your ass, the other tangling and tugging on your hair. Calum’s small moans as he kissed you were driving you wild, you finally drew back from his lips, panting and catching his gaze for a second before you both began ripping each others clothes off. You quickly unravelled Calum’s tie from his neck, and animalistically pulled the buttons of his shirt undone. The straps of your dress were ripped from your shoulders and your dress fell clean off, leaving you in your underwear. You had grown accustomed to Calum’s ways - he tended to let his boyish urges take over his body, and yours, when you dressed up - and so you prepared accordingly, cladding your body in your favourite matching underwear. A low growl came from your boyfriends mouth as his eyes drank in your appearance appreciatively.
“God, I need you now.” He groaned as your hands fumbled with his jean zipper, yanking them down his legs as far as you could.
Calum completely took charge then, his hands reaching round the back of your thighs, the telltale sign for you to jump. You did so, then letting him lean your back over the low wooden coffee table in the centre of your apartment. Your legs tightened around his waist as you became needy for his kiss again. You threw your hands around his neck and pulled his body over yours, your lips connecting and tongues instantly battling for dominance. You put up a fight, just to toy with Calum, but he knew to nip on your bottom lip as he kissed you, which immediately turned your insides to goo and made you involuntarily let out a sigh. Calum smirked against your mouth, knowing he now had you completely submissive to him. You wrapped your legs around his back, which was still covered by the material of his open shirt, signalling that you wanted more. Calum pecked your lips delicately before travelling his mouth down the valley of your breasts, letting your now unsupported head loll over the edge of the wooden table. Calum continued his descent down your body, his plump lips leaving sloppy kisses and the occasional lovebite on your stomach. You were a squirming mess by the time he reached your clothed core, desperate for Calum’s touch. He glanced up your writhing body and smirked at the sight of your contorting features, knowing full well what his teasing was doing to you.
