Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

Royal!Calum Smut *

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WARNING: SMUT

"Calum, we can't" you gasped out between kisses and pressed your hands firmly against his chest. Calum detached his lips from yours. "Yes, we can. I know you want to do this Y/N. Besides, as your King, I order you to have sex with me" he shrugged, whispering the last sentence in your ear, making your knees wobble with want. You grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and roughly yanked him towards you. "You're not King yet, Prince." As you spoke, your lips brushed teasingly against his, causing him to release a low groan from his throat. You were right. He wasn't King. Yet.

The coronation was scheduled to take place in exactly three months. Both him and the upcoming Queen to be would finally be crowned. The upcoming Queen. Not you. She was better than you in ever way; prettier, smarter, more respected. But most of all, she was accepted and chosen by his parents. His parents literally chose who he would spend the rest of his life with. You on the other hand. You were just the girl he bumped into while he was getting coffee. Unbelievable, right? The future King getting coffee at a coffee shop. As cliché as it sounded, it happened.
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He'd bumped into you, spilling coffee onto your white shirt. Yes. White. The material had almost immediately became see through, and you had yelped in pain when the liquid burnt your skin. He'd apologised with wide eyes and promised to buy you an new shirt while you stood there mouth agape in shock; the future King had just spilt coffee onto your shirt and was offering to buy you a new one. Once you'd got over the shock, you had followed him to a clothing shop, wearing his jacket. He'd insisted that you wear it to, well, "protect your dignity." His words. Not yours. He felt incredibly guilty, and you felt incredibly embarrassed. Your bra was on show to the Prince. The Prince. Like, actual royalty. "I can't afford any of this" you'd spoken as he dragged you around the overpriced clothing store, the pile of clothes in your arms growing as he picked out more for you to wear. "I told you earlier, I'm buying you the clothes." You'd sighed and shook your head. "No. You said you were buying me a shirt. Not a whole outfit." You nodded to the pile of clothes in your arms. He ignored you and lead you in the direction of the changing rooms. By the end of the day, you had a complete, new wardrobe and a Prince laying asleep in your bed. Naked.
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Ever since that night you just couldn't get enough of each other. You were his addiction. His release. Whenever he was stressed, he went to you. He could be himself with you. He could forget all about his responsibilities and just be himself which was something he couldn't do very often. Within a month of sleeping with you, he'd realised that he loved you. He loved you. Yet he was betrothed to a woman he did not love. And because of this, he didn't feel at all guilty about committing adultery. He loved you. Yet he hadn't told you. He had to remind himself that your 'arrangement' was strictly for stress relief and sexual needs. He had to remind himself that this relationship was no-strings-attached.

But you felt the same. You loved this Prince. And you felt that you would do anything to make him your Prince. Yours. That's all you wanted. But that would never happen. He was a Royal. Only in fairytale does the Prince fall in love with a normal girl. Unfortunately for you, this wasn't a fairytale. This was real life. Real life. Meaning he could never love you. Never.
His lips met yours once again. Your noses smushed together and your teeth clicked against his as he kissed you will all the passion he could muster. Addicted. He was addicted to the taste of your lips, the taste of your skin. He was addicted to the breathy moans you made and the high pitched squeal you made when you came hard around his cock. He was addicted to you. He wanted to taste your lips once more. He wanted to make you moan and beg for him once more. He wanted you to come around his shaft one more time before you forced this whole arrangement to stop. He was getting married tomorrow. He was getting married. Not to you. But to her. It was bad enough that you were sleeping with an engaged man. But a married man? You would never go that far. Not even if it broke your heart and his.

His fingers shook with ecstasy as he tugged at the buttons on your jeans. His lips traveled down your jawline and down your neck until he finally reached that spot just above your collar bone that sent you crazy. He teased you. Kissing everywhere but that spot. By this time, you were both in your underwear, and you were sure you would orgasm soon whether he touched you or not. "Please Calum. Please" you breathed out, moaning at the same time. There was the sound he loved. "What Y/n? What is it that you want?" He wanted you to say what you wanted him to do to your body. He would do whatever pleased you. He sucked at that delicious spot on your neck, and your body writhed against his chest in pleasure, and you almost sobbed when his long, slender fingers pulled at the elastic of your knickers. "Come on Princess. Tell me what you want" he murmured against your skin. You opened your mouth in an attempt to speak, but the words just came out jumbled and almost sounded foreign. He chuckled, over the moon at the effect he had on you.

Finally, you got the words out. "I want you to make me come." You felt him smirk against your skin. "You want me to make you come, huh?" His voice was hoarse with lust and suddenly Calum had an arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you upright. "Yes. I want you to make me come. Hard." You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he transported you to the bed. "I can do that."

You declined foreplay. You were just desperate for his cock to be inside you one last time. You wanted to come around his cock one last time. The palms of his hands shook against your cheeks as he lined his erection up to your soaking pussy. This was the last time he'd be inside of you. The last time he would feel your muscles clenching around him. The last time he would sink deep into you. The last time he would hear that squeal of yours. The last time he was going to make you come. He was going to make this experience unforgettable.

He intertwined your hands together and pinned them above your head before he eased himself into you. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling. "Calum," you whined. "Move already. Just fuck me." He hummed in pleasure as you leaned up and bit his lip seductively. "Not today Princess. We're taking it slow."
"We never take it slow."
"I know."
"So what's so different this ti-." Your words were cut off by a moan erupting from your throat when he pulled out and slammed back in.

"Stop with the questions Y/N." You nodded. He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, keeping eye contact as he slowly eased himself in and out. Breathy moans left your mouth as deep, throaty grunts left Calum's. You fought the urge to let your eyes roll into the back of your head. You wanted to keep eye contact with him. You wanted to keep this moment forever. Your hips raised greedily to meet his deep, slow thrusts. One of Calum's hands untangled itself from yours and moved down towards your hips. You cried out in pleasure as his fingers pressed against your swollen clitoris. "Fuck Calum!" Your hips jerked against his, and his eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to hold back his orgasm. He wanted to come with you. Your breathing shallower even more and your free hand gripped his hair tightly. You were about to come. He could tell from the way you were clenching around him. Finally, you began to squeal. You came around his cock, hard. Your orgasm setting off his. His hips stuttered and came to a stop for a second before he grinned against you, prolonging both of your orgasms. You fell limp against the mattered, your body happy and sated.

You felt yourself being moved slightly and sighed in delight when you felt the quilt covers being pulled over your body. And just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard the four words you had been waiting months to hear. "I love you Y/N" spoke the Prince.