5sos Smut

Promises (Calum)

Written by tadpolehemmings (tumblr)

"Babe, can I ask you something?' You look up at Calum, his face particularly serious. You tilt your head up and nod immediately, wondering what it could be he wants to know.

He shifts around, the gentle squeak of the sofa you're both sitting on being the only noise coming from the room. Before answering he reaches over and loops his toned hands around your sides, carefully pulling you onto his lap so your legs dangle either side of his waist.

"You haven't ever done anything, right?" It takes a moment for his question to sink in, but when it does you find a fierce blush warming the sides of your cheeks. "N-No."

Calum's always been the most experienced from the two of you. Sure, you've had partners in the past, but you've never liked them enough to be with them.

"I had an idea." You raise your eyebrows, indicating he should carry on. "Have you ever heard of getting eaten out?"

The blush intensifies until it feels as though all your nerves are standing on edge. Calum's wonderfully chocolate eyes observe your face as if trying to gauge a reaction.

"Yeah, why?" You already know why, you just want to hear him say it. His muscled arms flex as you move your hands to rest over his biceps.

"If you don't mind- I was wondering if you might want me to try it. With you."

You catch your tongue between your bottom lip and narrow your eyes, thinking. Calum's a very caring person, your best boyfriend to date, and he's done everything to make you feel comfortable in the past.

"Umm, okay?" Calum's plump lips widen into a relieved smile and he gives your hips as reassuring squeeze. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, 5000%," you repeat with more conviction this time. An excited bubbling begins to form in the pit of your stomach and you start to take in the intricate details about Calum.

His hair, messy due to the laziness of the Saturday, lies in an unorganised heap pushed back to avoid it dangling in his face. His loose shirt fails to hide the way his golden skin glints beneath the lights and his chiseled jaw holds just a hint of stubble. After a moment of Calum looking at you, you finally remember you're meant to be laying back- not checking out your boyfriend.

It's only when you're moving around on top of the sofa with Calum's fingers hooked around your waistband that the nerves kick in. Apart from some heated makeout sessions you've never done anything with him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" As if sensing your shift in attitude, his fingers stop and he glances up to meet your eyes. "Just a bit nervous." You admit.

Surprisingly, Calum's lips twist into a smirk and he lets out a relieved chuckle. "I don't have to do anything if you don't feel comfortable, really Y/-"

You use your foot to lightly kick the side of his face. "Shut up, Cal. I want this, I just haven't done anything like it before so I don't know what to expect."

He hums in understanding and, with a discreet nod from you, pulls down the clothing concealing your warming core.

Calum readjusts himself and hooks his arms around your thighs, his face lingering dangerously close to your clit. You're not embarrassed. You've showered with Cal before and he's been sure to drench you with compliments.

His index and third finger move to easily slide your lips apart and you gasp at the sensation of cool air washing over your most sensitive parts.

"I'll make you feel good, promise."

He presses his gloriously large lips against your clit and kisses softly, the air leaving your lungs at the feeling. Calum begins a repetitive rhythm of catching your throbbing clit and slowly sucking, before releasing it and using his flattened tongue to rub all over.

"Is this okay?" The vibrations from his words causes your eyes to roll back. "Fuck, keep going."

Calum laughs and, once again, the feelings triple. He quickens his pace and soon enough a wonderfully wet sound begins to grace your ears. Calum's saliva mixes together with your sweet juices and that only helps the warmth to continue building.

His hands have to shift and hold down your waist after you attempt to buck your hips up after he dips his tongue a little lower. Again, his fingers move to separate your hooded skin until he has clear access.

"Babygirl you taste amazing." He states, licking his lips. His eyes flash up to meet yours and confirm you're doing okay, and his smirk reappears as he notices the frazzled state you've found yourself in.

His muscled tongue skates around the outside of your puckering hole, the anticipation growing with every waited second. You release a sigh of content as he slowly inches his tongue inside.

You feel it slide inside, moving against your sides as you feel yourself almost pushed over the edge just from this simple action. Your hands find his hair and you tug harshly the moment he begins to fuck you with his tongue.

The groan that falls from your panting lips sounds strangely animalistic as he shoots it in and out of your tight hole, his thumb reaching up to play with your clit some more.

The sofa feels hot beneath your flushed back and now and then a small squeak escapes from the friction of your writhing body grinding against it.

"Are you ready to cum, princess?" His voice sounds thick and one glance at his dripping chin sends you closer and closer to the edge.

"P-Please." He hums against your core as he drives the circles faster and harder. Your whimpers turn to begs as he keeps going, still not giving you the one thing you want.

"Cum for me, darling."

His tongue flicks over every inch of you as you finally allow yourself to cum, the waves of pleasure unlike anything you've felt before. Your grip on his feathery hair tightens as your legs spasm beneath his hold.

A few more seconds pass of him lapping you through and the peak of your excitement begins to lessen, the rush of blood through your ears finally getting lower.

Calum wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smacks his lips together, sitting up. He carefully presses himself above you and captures your lips with his, the salty taste rolling off his and onto yours making you blush fiercely.

"Did I live up to my promise?" He asks, a cheeky grin embroidered across his face.

"Indeed you did, Mr Hood." You lean up and clash your lips back against his, looping your hands around his neck and smiling into the kiss.

"But you should expect to be doing that a lot more in the future." He laughs and nods, a sparkle in his eyes. "Sure, sure. Now be quiet and let me kiss you."