𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

'Babylon' by 5sos (Calum Hood Smut / The Youngblood Series)

Summary: Calum has been distant lately, which leads to troubles with (Y/N)
(Smut / Unprotected Sex) 
This part and Calum's part from the "Lover is a day" preference are connected.
This is an NSFW imagine. If you feel uncomfortable reading stories like this one, please scroll through the chapters to find something you might like.
(Words: 1.8k) (Part 2: Why Won't You Love Me, Part 3: Moving Along, Part 4: Youngblood)
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For the 5th consecutive night, I am waiting for him, well past midnight. Not the first, nor the 2nd, but the 5th night in the row I stayed up, expecting him to walk in the house, our house, any minute. I feel left out of his life; weeks have gone by since he started going out with his friends, leaving me alone in our home.

It's 3 AM now, far past the time he was supposed to be here. I feel tired, drained emotionally and physically.

Duke looks at me from the spot he is laying on the floor; the poor pup is restless, sensing that something is not alright. And he is right; my mood is black, I am ready to pick up a fight the moment my man, scratch that, Calum walks through the door.

At 4 AM, the door unlocks, making Duke shoot up and run to the door. I sit up from my laying position, yawning as I rub my eyes to get fully awake.
"Where were you?" I ask him, standing up from the couch and crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"Hello to you as well." Calum replies sarcastically. I keep a straight face, not wanting to break right now.
"I asked you a question." I state calmly.
"What is that? Are you interrogating me? Because that's the last thing I want after an exhausting day." He replies, getting up from the floor where he was petting Duke.
"I am asking you a simple question. I am not interrogating you, I am not even rude towards you right now. I am just asking a very simple question, maybe starting a conversation with you."
"Any conversation starting at 4 in the morning with you, is either after sex or before an argument. And seeing that we are not sweaty and tangled in the sheets, I think I will pass on the 'conversation'" He states, making his way towards the kitchen. I move ahead of him, placing a hand on his chest to stop him.
"Are you going to keep on behaving like an asshole?" I ask, obviously losing patience with him.
"I am behaving like an asshole right now, (Y/N)? Really? Not you? I just got home and the first thing you do is get on my nerves, for absolutely no reason. So, fuck off and let me have a glass of water before I go to bed and get ready for another fucking day." He snaps at me, dropping my hand violently from his chest. I stare at him shocked, not knowing what to expect next.
"Gladly, if you just answer that simple question? Where were you until 4 in the morning?" I ask, keeping my voice calm. Calum's jaw is tensed, eyes looking at the wall behind me and not me.
"Out for dinner and then drinks with the crew." He says, sighing.
"Didn't it cross your mind that I might have wanted some company, or that I might have wanted to come along? Or just that you could text me, tell me that you would be late, that you were out with friends, that you were ok?" I ask, raising my hands in the air to highlight my frustration.
"You said one question. I answered it." He states and I close my eyes, huffing frustrated.
"You are right. I said one question... Go off, get to bed. Good night." I reply coldly, moving toward the couch.

I fix the little cushion and bring the couch cover to wrap my body in it.
"What are you doing?" Calum asks me, standing in front of me.
"I think I will pass on the conversation." I reply, earning a chuckle and a sarcastic clap.
"Very mature of you, (Y/N)... Bravo..." He says ironically and I shrug.
"Learnt from the very best." I spit out and turn my back to him.
"I didn't text you because I knew you would get mad and start whining. I didn't tell you to come along, because half of my friends don't approve of you. I just wanted a calm night with my friends, that's all. If I knew you would be bitter about it..." He exasperates. I shoot up, standing on top of the couch.
"Well, it never seemed to be a problem for us. You never bothered about what people thought of me, of us. Until now, at least... And it's not just one night... 5 nights... 5 nights in a row, I waited for you in here, I waited for you to have some moments together and you come in here, treat me like garbage, and go to bed. Not a kiss, not a single word... I am tired, Cal... We are not alright." I state, and Calum groans.
"You are acting up." He says, picking me up and carrying me to the wall nearby.
"You are acting up because I haven't touched you in so long, isn't that right, pretty girl?" He asks, bringing his lips to my neck.

Automatically, my legs wrap around his waist. His lips feel too good on my skin to even protest right now; I crave him.
His hand moves between my legs, under my pajama shorts, rubbing my clit softly as his lips move on my neck. I moan, moving my head to the side to give him access.
"See... You just need me inside you, princess. Your body is just craving me." He whispers, biting on my skin. His teeth graze my skin a little longer, getting my skin covered in goosebumps.
His fingers move to my entrance, slowly tracing the outline of it. I writhe under his touch, closing my eyes.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." He repeats; it feels like he is trying to remind that to himself. But his fingers slip inside me, stopping me before I could open my mouth to say anything.

He pumps them fast, pressing them on my spot right away. I gulp down the scream of pleasure on my throat as my body arches of the wall. He knows my buttons, he knows how and where to touch me, he just knows me.
"Fuck me... Fuck me, please." I moan, opening my eyes to look at him. His face is flustered, looking at me hedonistically.
"Greedy for me, huh? My little pussy is getting greedy... Your wetness is all over my hand..." He groans, getting his fingers out of me. He brings them on my mouth, prying my lips open and making me taste them.
"I'll fuck you so good, you are going to forget everything but my name." He promises, looking into my eyes. I nod my head, sucking on his fingers as he pulls down my shorts. With one hand, he undoes his jeans, taking his cock in his hand, stroking it slightly, before he takes his fingers out of my mouth and pins me harder against the wall.
The moment his cock is inside me, my breath hitches and my eyes fall back. I feel my nipples harden under my top, hips rolling on him as he gives me slow, but deep strokes.
"Feels good inside you, huh?" He breathes on my neck, bucking in and out of me. His cock stretches my walls a bit, adding a pinch of pain to the whole feeling of pleasure.
"So good." I reply, my brain too fuzzy to say anything else.
"See princess, we just needed this." He hisses, pounding inside me, causing me to hit my back against the wall.
His thrusts become faster and more powerful; the anger, the frustration inside him are put into them, making him fuck me almost as he hates me.
"Look at that, look at you... Little slut, just for me." He groans, grip becoming tighter on my body as he sinks his hips, reaching deep inside me.
"Look at me, look into my eyes as I destroy your perfect little pussy." He commands, grabbing my chin and making me look at him.
I feel my eyes water, the tension inside me becoming too much to handle.
"This is torture... Pure torture." I cry out.

"Yeah, princess? I am sorry about that... But you will have to be a good girl for me and take it. Ok?" He hisses lowly, looking down between our bodies. He watches us as his cock drives in and out of me, stretching me out as he goes.
I can barely keep it together, my whole body is spasming, shivering, tensed up as I try to hold back with the skin of my teeth.
His thrusts are sloppy but still powerful, signaling that he is trying to hold back as well.
But as it turns out, he fails.
"Fuck, I am cumming." He screams, grounding his hips on mine.
He shoots inside me, triggering my own high. I move my hips, trying to get as much of him as I can to satisfy the craving inside me.

Soft whimpers leave my mouth while I chase after my orgasm. Calum tries to catch his breath, but still, he tries to help me.
My orgasm is intense, but I manage to stay quiet, only wiggling in my spot and arching my back while biting my bottom lip and closing my eyes.
Calum lets me on my feet once I am finally calming down. I regain my breath, fix my panties before I slide down the wall and sit on the floor, bringing my knees to my chest.
"What?" Calum asks me, kneeling down next to me.
"We are broken Calum. Broken beyond repair. And I am sorry about that, I am sorry we didn't realize it earlier. But we can't cover it up with sex. You know that I wasn't reacting like I did because I've missed sex. I was acting like this because I feel lonely, and you are not here, and you are never here, and your friends don't like me and it tears you apart, and it tears you away from me. I never knew that I could love someone as hard as I love you. But we can't go on like that. I think... I think it's time to just... let go. If we keep on doing that, if we keep on insisting on doing that to ourselves, we will hate each other and that is the last thing I want. I love you, but our relationship is over." I state, trying to keep a tough face and not break down in front of him.
Calum stands up, sticking his hand out for me to take it.
"Come on. Let's go clean up and head to bed. We will talk about it in the morning, with a clear head." He states, forcing a slight smile on his face. But I can see the hurt in his eyes; it's almost like looking at myself right now.

Our relationship was full of fire but now it's gone.
And our downfall is nearer than anticipated.