♡ 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines ♡

↠ Calum Hood (Breakfast)

*Steamy*

You snuggled deeper into the warmth that surrounded you, releasing an elated sigh. As a deep sleeper, your boyfriend Calum usually woke up before you – he was far too restless to stay in bed. The welcomed smell of pancakes drifted into the room but you burrowed deeper into the mattress, refusing to wake up fully. Your stomach growled, however, with other plans.

With one last longing look at your pillow, you rolled out of bed. It wasn’t as good without Cal anyway, you thought absentmindedly.

Walking into the kitchen, with only your boyfriend’s sweatshirt on and a pair of panties, you settled on a stool. Before you were pancakes with all sorts of dressings – maple syrup, nutella, strawberries and cream to name but a few, laid out like an offering to the gods. Biting your lip, you resisted tucking in looking for your wayward boyfriend.

‘Calum?’ you asked, your voice still a little husky from sleep.

Looking around your apartment, there was no sign of your little punk rocker. Your eyebrows furrowed and you pressed your lips into a firm line.

Just when your restraint was slipping, firm hands circled your waist. You gasped, completely taken aback - but then Cal always surprised you.

You could feel the heat from his breath tickle your neck as he lifted you up and out of the stool.

‘Hey!’ you said and attempted to swat his hands away, as he sat down on the stool for himself.

Turning to him you gave him your best puppy dog look, arms crossed and complete with a little pout.

‘C’mere’ he said in a voice that indicated he’d woken recently as well. Before you could hop out of the way, his big hands were on your hips, dragging you towards him.

He lifted you onto his lap to sit sideways.

‘Good morning Y/N’ he said, in that darn husky voice that made you as liquid as the syrup on the counter. And the way he said your name…so intimately. You shivered a little as he leant down and burrowed his face in your neck inhaling deeply.

Closing your eyes, you tilted back your neck, exposing the long elegant length of it. He nipped at your tender skin, trailing kisses along your jaw.

‘Baby, you smell amazing’ he said and you smile.

‘Thank you for making breakfast’ you said as you brought your arms around his neck to embrace him.

‘Anytime sweetie’ he said and you laughed. Letting your head drop on his shoulder, you felt relaxed and content as he began tracing shapes on your back. Closing your eyes, you tried to figure out what he was drawing, until it dawned on you. It was so clear in the way it curled and in the pressure of his finger. Not hard but not gentle either. Enough to make a statement.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder before pulling back and looking into his eyes. He was tracing his name. You always knew he had a possessive side and you tried to ignore how much you liked it. But it was always there.

‘Mine?’ he asked, and you almost gasped at the vulnerability in his eyes and the longing in his question.

Leaning forward until your lips were almost touching, you said simply, ‘yours’, before his lips came crashing down on you.

This wasn’t a good morning kiss. Not the kind of kiss you gave someone when they’d woken up with soft, tender lips, swollen from sleep. This was a kiss hard and blatant with ownership. It was demanding and rough as his tongue pushed between your lips, seeking and taking. You felt his steely hardness underneath you as you trailed your hands over his chest. Pulling his bottom lips between your teeth, you bit down recalling how he liked it. He groaned, long and low as his hands cupped the back of your neck, bringing you closer. You shivered at his raw animalistic tendencies. His kiss was demanding, not like the public Calum. The playful, puppy dog kisses Calum. This was the other side to him. One only you saw.

His tongue pushed in and out, mimicking the actions of sex and you moaned pressing your breasts against him. He began sucking on your lip and then nipping and pinching them with his teeth. They hurt a little, but in a good way. You felt an ache begin between your legs and you began rubbing against him unconsciously needing more. But he pulled back.

You supressed a cry of despair as he moved back and looked at your face. Brushing away errant hair, he smiled.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful Y/N’ he said and you forgot everything. You forgot time and space and everything in between. Breakfast was forgotten, the band was forgotten, hell even you were forgotten as you gazed at the boy you loved.

‘I don’t think we’ll make it through breakfast’ you say as you shuffled in his lap, which was sporting a very impressive bulge.

He chuckled as his darker, primal cravings had subsidised. Until he saw what you were wearing.

‘You tease’ Cal said whilst grinning, ‘you know how much you wearing my clothes turns me on’ he swore under his breath and you blushed guiltily.

‘Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson’ he whispered, nuzzling your hair.

You shivered as he scooped you into his arms and made a beeline to your room.

‘But breakfast—‘ You began but he sharply cut you off.

‘In bed’ he ended as you ended up where you started.

In bed.

But this time, it was far more enjoyable…