5sos & 1d Smut

Calum: Leather Jacket

You wake up in the heavily air-conditioned hotel room, teeth almost chattering from how cold it is.

You peel yourself away from your boyfriend, who grumbles and tries to pull you back to bed.

"I'm just gonna turn down the air conditioning, wait a second." You say, scooting out of his grasp. As soon as you get out from under the sheets, you really feel how cold it is, and remember that you're naked.

You grab the first thing you can get your hands on - Calum's old beat-up leather jacket, discarded on the floor fairly early into last night. You shrug it on quickly over your shivering shoulders, and shuffle over to the thermostat. You hear Calum suck in a breath suddenly.

When you turn back to him, he's leaning against the headboard, hand covering his mouth. He's wide awake now, with a boner that manages to make an undeniable tent in the sheets. He watches you hungrily, in that way that causes a shiver to run down your spine. You hope he thinks it's just because you're still cold.

"Did you fix it?" He asks, his voice low and husky from sleep and something else.

"I think so."

He grins. "Then get your ass back over here."

You do as he says, pressing a knee onto the bed as you crawl towards him. He takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling you in for a kiss. He tastes like morning and coffee, even though it's too early for him to have had some.

He tugs on the lapels of the jacket to pull you closer to him, just as you had many times while he'd been wearing it. The kiss is slow and searing hot, and you feel it right down to the tips of your toes.

You climb onto him, straddling him and feeling his hard length press against your core. You grind down a little and the friction feels too good.

His hands slide under the jacket to cup your bare breasts, your nipples already hard. He rubs his thumb in circles against both, slowly at first, until you arch into his hand impatiently, your fingers beginning to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck.

You move to take off the jacket, but his hand grabs your wrist hard and stops you.

"Jacket stays on." He commands. You know he loves being in control, and secretly you fucking love it too. You nod quickly, taking your hands off the leather and placing them on his shoulders instead.

He draws a nipple in his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue until your hips are rutting into his, rubbing over his dick and making him groan deep in his chest. The jacket's zipper bites into his cheek as he moves your other side, and you think about how he's going to explain those weird marks on his face to people.

His palm presses against your back and moves to cup your ass, kneading roughly. You draw his lips back to yours, and bite down on his lower lip when you break away for air. Blearily, you open your eyes again and catch sight of his swollen lips and messy bed-head hair. He meets your gaze darkly, sliding his hand lower to press his thumb against your clit.

Teasingly, he skims his finger lightly across it a few times, and then stops completely. Your grip on his shoulders tightens, and you glare at him angrily.

"Calum, please."

"Please what?" He asks, speeding up just to slow down a second later. You squirm and roll your eyes, but then hestops just looks at you challengingly. You sigh.

"Please, more. Harder."

He smiles a satisfied, smug half-smile and slides his middle finger into your slit, making you squeeze your eyes shut and tense for a second.

He presses his finger in and out of you, rubbing up and down at your clit. You begin to kiss his neck, sucking at the skin under his jaw, and you can tell by the low moan in the back of his throat he likes that. He rewards you by adding another finger, and using his other hand to grip your ass.

You ride his fingers, relishing the way he's looking at you. In his jacket. You love the way he treats you, like you're his everything, like he'd die if you gave yourself to someone else.

He rolls the two of you over, pinning you on your back. He kisses you again for a moment, and then leans away to grab a condom from on top of the nightstand.

You watch him roll it onto himself, your clit throbbing at the absence of his touch. Luckily, he doesn't waste any more time, coming back to his previous position. Only now he positions himself right at your entrance, hot and hard.

"Everytime I wear this now, I want you to think of me." He growls. "I want you to think of this."

And finally, he thrusts into you, burying himself completely. You both stop breathing for a moment at the sensation, and you watch him bite at the corner of his lip and savor this first moment.

He pulls his hips back and slams into you. You hook your thighs around his middle, his hands anchored on your waist.

"That you're mine. Always."

He starts out driving long and deep, leaving you empty and then filling you up completely. The zipper of the jacket keeps scraping over your nipple, and the added smell of him from the leather made you feel like he was completely encasing you.

"Fuck." He breathes. His voice sounds wrecked, and it goes straight to your core. You roll your hips to meet him and he chokes on air, his rhythm becoming shallower and faster.

Your hand drops down between the two of you, reaching to give yourself that extra friction, but he swats your hand away and replaces it with his.

You can feel yourself climbing and the knot of pleasure in your lower abdomen tightening. You claw at his back, bringing him down closer to you, panting as you whisper, "Calum, I'm gonna - "

But before you can finish your sentence, then the dam breaks and you cry out, digging your fingernails into his back and arching into him as you spiral down.

He thrusts into you through your orgasm, and a second later he follows you with a hoarse shout. His arms are almost shaking as he pulls out of you and knots the condom and throws it away.

You collapse into the bed, feeling exhausted.

After, he crawls back in close to you, turning you around and pressing himself against your back. His lips settle right behind your ear.

"Still cold?" He asks cheekily.

You roll your eyes, not having the energy to respond.

He gives the back of your neck a feather-light kiss, and you smile to yourself as you bury farther into his jacket and his embrace.

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Something different that I did because Calum and Leather jackets is a fucking hot we can all agree haha Love You <3