Pretty || cake

no clothes for you

get ur shit ready bc smut is coming ur way

×Luke

We stumbled into his living room, a feverish mess of hot lips and lustful touches.

Calum kissed down my neck, sucking harshly at the pale skin, surely leaving a purple mark. A moan escaped my lips as he blew cool air on the wound.

Calum pushed me backwards gently, my back meeting the leather surface of his couch. My flower crown fell off as he carded his hands in my hair. His legs bent on either side of my waist, his lips still connected to my neck. My fingers flew to his hair and pulled as he bit at the soft skin.

" 'M gonna make you feel so good, princess." He muttered in between kisses, popping the button on my jeans. I had my left hand locked in Calum's dark wavy hair, and my right hand in the back of his jeans, gripping his ass.

He squeaked a little as I pinched his bum. "Did you just pinch my ass when I'm about to jerk you off?"

"It's a cute ass." I muttered, watching as he blushed, unzipping my jeans. He slid them down my long, spindly legs and threw them to the side, smirking as he saw my tented hard on.

Calum took off his shirt and I think my dick got harder.

"Is my little princess excited?" He teased, running his fingers up my inner thigh, stopping as he reached my dick. He gently touched me, teasing me with feather light touches.

"P-please-" I whined before being cut off.

"Call me daddy." Calum stated, his fingers tugging at the waistband of my boxers.

"Please, daddy." I let out a satisfied sigh as he slid my boxers off and threw them in the direction of my jeans. He smirked as he trailed his fingers up the base of my throbbing dick, his smug grin growing with every whiny pant that left my mouth.

"Jesus Christ." Calum wrapped his hand around me, his other hand resting on my thigh. He started slowly, as if he wanted to see me squirm and moan under his touch.

I bucked my hips into his hand, but his hand flew to my hips, keeping them down. "I'll take care of you, okay?"

I swallowed thickly, nodding.

He began again, pumping me slowly, his eyes burning into mine. I felt ready to explode; the slow pressure building, pushing me closer to the edge. Quicker than Michael had ever gotten me.

His pace quickened, his wrist flicking, jerking me off. I arched my back, needywhiny moans escaping my parted lips in breathless gasps.

"D-daddy -- shitfuckgod, do that again."  I begged, getting the same feeling as Calum brushed his thumb over my slit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive tip.

"God bless America, fucking h-hell, I'm gonna come -- jESUSFISHFUCK." I moaned, my insides bubbling as I came in Calum's hand. He still pumped; working me off my high.

After I'd caught my breath, Calum stood, and left the room, probably to clean his chest and hand.

He returned a minute later, a pair of pajama pants replacing his jeans and a blanket in his hand.

"You look way too pretty naked. So no clothes for you." Calum smirked, laying beside me on the large couch, throwing a blanket over top both of us. His arm wrapped around my torso, pulling me close to him. I tucked my head into his chest, breathing in his scent.

"Princess?" Calum interrupted the calming silence.

"Yeah?" I untucked my head from his chest, looking up to him.

"Do you think this was a one time thing?"

I looked down, my eyes level with his tattooed chest, focusing on a particular tattoo that said 'and back...'

"I-I don't know.. I hope not..." I trailed off, kissing his chest, "Just go to sleep, yeah?"

"Fine. But you suck me off in the morning." Calum pressed a kiss to the top of my head and rested his chin on my head. The steady thump of his heart was the music track I fell asleep to that night and it might've been the most beautiful song I've ever heard.

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wow my smut sucks

but if u get the tattoo reference then that is your clue for the story my friends

peace and blessins