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ShE dOeSn'T hAvE tO kNoW ~

To you, housesitting for your sister sounded innocent enough. Even though your fiance, Calum, would be accompanying you, you thought you’d spend most of the weekend snuggled up on the couch. Nothing big. To Calum, housesitting for your sister meant taking you on a variety of foreign spaces: the dining room table, the balcony, the antique dresser in your sister’s room, but first and foremost, her king sized bed. With you being the less adventurous of the two, Cal knew it’d take him being on his best behavior for you to ever agree to something so… risque.

You picked up on his bullshit sooner than he thought.

"Calum, what did you break?" You groan as he pecks your cheek sweetly. He’s just come in from getting you two Starbucks and not only did he get your order right for once, but he also stopped by your favorite store and picked you up a couple outfits. Calum pulls back, giving you one of his signature pouts. "I was just being nice, baby," He tugs on your belt loops, drawing you closer to his chest. His lips land on the corner of your lips this time. "You should try it."

You scoff. “I’m always nice to you, Hood. You’re the asshole.”

"And you love me for it, Mrs. Hood," Cal fires back with a cheeky grin. The next thing you know, his lips are on yours and the way his tongue enters your mouth is anything but innocent. You melt into his sudden embrace, the grip you have on his tee shirt tightening as he slides his hands into your back pockets. "The only thing I plan on breaking is this headboard," He murmurs as you try to steady your breathing, his warm lips on your cleavage not helping you one bit. You moan quietly, running fingers through his hair until you finally register what he said and shove him away.

"Calum, are you insane? I am not fucking you on my sister’s bed," You whisper-yelled, your eyes wide as saucers.

Calum chuckles at your theatrics. “Why are you whispering? We’re all alone.” His eyes wander a little south from your flushed cheeks. Which he thought were very cute, by the way. But in this moment, your gorgeous body outweighed all other things.

You pull at your v-neck self consciously. “Maybe that’s the problem.”

Calum rolls his eyes. Sometimes you were too stubborn for your own good, too much of an overthinker. It made you jump to ridiculous conclusions and often made it hard for you to really enjoy yourself.

But he always gave you what you wanted.

"Fine," Cal raises his hands in surrender. "I’ll be in the living room then." Your future husband drags his feet along the plush carpet on the way out. God, he could be such a child.

You couldn’t help feeling a little guilty, however. It wasn’t like the idea hadn’t gotten you… excited. You expected Calum to bicker with you a little longer instead of giving in so quickly. You bite your lip. Was that a good thing? “Calum, wait.”

The shuffling of his feet stop, but he doesn’t turn around to face you because he’s hiding that stupid smirk on his face. He never knew with you; you might be telling him that your Starbucks order was actually wrong.

"Go easy on me, yeah? What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her."

Before you can talk yourself out of it, Calum kisses you again. The kiss is sort of rough because Calum’s too excited be gentle with you. Not that you had a problem with the way he nips at your bottom lip, growling playfully until you grant him entrance. When you finally open your mouth, Calum thrusts his tongue inside whilst guiding you to lay back on the bed, without once disconnecting your lips. Calum hovers over you, hands resting on either side of your head. “No promises, baby girl,” Calum says between kisses.

You giggle, arching your back off the bed just enough for Cal to rid you of your shirt. You had skipped the bra today, much to Calum’s satisfaction.You cry out when his full lips close around one of your nipples. His hand trails down your bare torso to the front of your jeans, swiftly undoing the button and zipper. A small whimper escapes your lips when feel his experienced fingers teasing your clit. (He’s been making love to you for two years, not to mention the years of flawless bass playing).

“Calummm,” You whine, your nails digging into his biceps. Calum smirks down at you with now swollen lips. “Feel good?” He plunges two fingers inside of you and makes the “come hither,” motion. Your hands scratch at his back.

"Shirt. Off. Now."

Cal chuckles at your bossiness, but leans back and removes the offending garment nonetheless. While Cal’s sitting up, you palm him through his boxers, earning a quiet groan from your fiance. You go to undo his belt and gasp when Cal takes both your wrists in his hands. “You won’t be able to say I never did anything for you after today,” Calum whispers, nibbling at your collar bone. He takes your jeans and panties off all the way, then removes his skinnies all on his own so he’s on top of you in just his boxers. “My eyes are up here,” He teases. His tone is light, but the grip on your throat is firm as he forces you to look at him and not his erection.

“I’m only doing this because you were a little hesitant about hooking up here. It’s a thank you of sorts. Now stand up.”

You do as you’re told and Cal takes your position on the pillows. “What are you going to do to me?” You say feebly. It can’t be the threesome you wanted and you’ve gotten most of the toys you asked for. “I’d be honored if you sat on my face, Mrs. Hood.” Your cheeks redden at how casual Cal is in making the filthiest of statements. “You want to do that here, Calum?” He shrugs, lazily stroking himself at the sight of you. “If you’re just going to stand there, I can get myself off and leave you with nothing.”

The next thing you know, you’re resting your knees on either side of Calum’s head. You can feel Calum’s breath against your entrance. “You have such a pretty pussy,” He says in wonder, tracing each of your lower lips with his tongue. Then Calum licks a flat strip along your clit. “OhmyGod,” Your nails dig into chest while you fight the urge to just grind into that magical mouth of his. Calum steadies your shaking legs as he mercilessly attacks your dripping pussy, as if he’d done this position a thousand times before.

"Holy fuck, Cal." You can feel orgasm building quickly and you know if you finish now, the main event might be too overstimulating for you; you were sensitive. "Stop. Gonna cum already," It takes every bit of strength in you to lift yourself up, but Calum snatches you back down. Your warning has him going even deeper. At this point, it doesn’t take much to make you fall apart. Calum has you screaming. He even lets you ride it with your pussy still hovering over his face. When you finally catch your breath, you roll off him and onto your side.

Calum smiles triumphantly at you with your post-orgasm glow. You admire his glistening lips for a second before speaking. “Cal, I’m gonna need a few minutes,” You breathe, reaching into his boxers to confirm that he was still throbbing and leaking precum. Cal doesn’t even try to stop himself from bucking into your hand.

His accent is thick when he looks into your eyes and says, “I know, princess. But maybe we could improvise.”

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