5sos/1D smut

Calum

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•Y/N POV•
It was a shitty day.
Of course every shitty day has a shitty beginning.
Yours happened to begin when you jolted out of bed, your steamy dream of Calum between your thighs disrupted as you realized it was Wednesday and not Saturday. Your hand patted the bed in search for your phone. Frantically, you got out of bed and flipped off all of your covers, removing your pillows as well in search for the small device that had the time and your alarm. You ran into the kitchen, turning on your laptop that you'd left on the island last night, work papers scattered all around the counter top. Your new job was fun, but you were putting a lot of time and effort into it, hoping that the your finicky boss would see your potential and promote you sooner. You hated sitting in the main office room, desks lined up all over the room. You wanted your own office on the third floor, the design floor. You wanted to be doing what you loved, interior design, not ordering supplies.
You looked down in the right hand corner, the time stamp making it clear you were exceptionally late for work. So you rushed back to your room and found the first emergency outfit you could, slipping it on before running to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Your phone was on the bathroom counter and when you picked it up and tried to unlock it, you realized that it was dead, no hope of turning it on. With an angry growl you ran to your room and grabbed the charger, bringing it back to the bathroom with you so you could put on at least a little bit of makeup to cover your under eye circles. As your phone charged and you began working on your eyeliner, you realized that you still hadn't had breakfast or organized your files and put them back into your bag.
By the time you made it to work, it was 10 pm and you were three hours late and the mid-week meeting for progress was already over, people walking out of the conference room, sending you sympathetic looks.
"Ah, Y/N!" You cringed as your boss smiled at you. "Look who finally decided to make it to work."
"I'm so sorry Catherine." You weren't one to make excuses, so you accepted your mistake. "It won't happen again."
"No, it won't." She nodded. "Get someone to brief you."
"Yes, Catherine." You nodded before turning around, scurrying off to your desk.
Your desk was next to a timid girl named Samantha, her hair always frizzy and tied back in a low ponytail. She was a math lover and she spent most of her time crunching numbers and outlining the project's budget. You smiled over at her and dropped your stuff on your desk, slumping down in your chair as your phone began to ring.
"It's been going off all morning." She mumbled. "I would've answered but I think it's a personal call."
"Oh," You blinked over at her, picking up the phone and wedging it between your shoulder and your ear as you tried to get your stuff together. "Hello, this is Y/N with Catherine's House and Home Designs, how may I help you?"
"Well, you can start by telling me why my girlfriend is angry with me." Calum's voice was like tea and honey, a warm and soothing feeling.
"I'm not mad at you." You chuckled. "I forgot to charge my phone last night because I was up so late. Must've slipped my mind or something."
"Well I've been trying to call the office all morning." He sassed, upset that he spent all morning trying to think of how to apologize to you.
"So Sam has told me." You smirked over at her and she ducked her head down, bashful. "I literally just got in, Cal. No alarm, no me." He sucked in air through his teeth and you imagined he was wincing.
"How did Catherine take it?" You shook your head, turning on your desktop.
"She didn't kill me." You laughed. "I have to go though, so call me maybe around lunch?"
"Sure thing. I love you, Baby." You smiled.
"Love you too, Cal." And then you hung up. "Any chance you want to help brief me on this meeting I missed?"
//
By lunchtime, things had gotten increasingly worse.
Catherine was demanding, making you run all of her errands, doing all of her dirty work as your punishment for being late. You spilled coffee on your white blouse twice and it burnt like hell, the printer was being a temperamental bitch, three of the girls from the third floor who actually designed were talking about you and Calum again. It was all too much and you just wanted to go home and curl up on the couch. Sam was keeping you sane and you'd never been more thankful for the quiet girl next to you.
When it was finally 12, you were ready to head out and find something for lunch. Normally you brought something with you, but that was clearly not happening. So you grabbed your purse and your phone, ready to go out, but your desk phone rang which stopped you in your tracks. You let out a little groan and tilted your head back, walking over to your desk.
"It's lunch, you don't have to answer it." Sam said, biting into her sandwich.
"I'm already in so much trouble." You whined, picking it up, prepared to say your proper greeting.
"Ah, great you've not left yet." You close your eyes and internally screamed at the sound of Catherine's voice. "I have a few more things for you to do, come up to my office." And then she hung up.
"That bitch." You hissed, dropping your purse back onto your desk.
"Good luck." Sam winced as you walked up to Catherine's office. Catherine was waiting for you with her door open, her hands crossed in front of her on her desk with a wicked grin on her face.
"Sit." She ordered, pointing to the chair in front of your desk. "I have a list of things for you to order sent over email, get that done immediately. After that I want you to go up to design and see if they need anything else from the major fabric company, order whatever they need. After that, take this list with you to any major office supplier and get everything on it, no excuses." She handed you three papers stapled together, two columns of words on each page.
"Catherine," You gaped up at her. "I won't have time for lunch."
"I'm sure you can find a McDonald's. I mean, it must be a fat week for you anyways." She shrugged, turning back to her computer. "I mean that skirt is just hideous."
You blinked at her, appalled at her words as your phone began to ring in your hand. You glanced down to see Calum's name and the photo of you both on your first date. It brought a small smile to your lips, calming your rage burning in the pit of your stomach. You hit accept call and held the phone up to your ear.
"Hey, Calum." Catherine's eyes snapped to the phone in your hands, an angry scowl taking over her face.
"This isn't time for personal phone calls, hang up." Her eyes squinted as she stood up, her palms flat on her desk.
"Hey, is this a good time?" Calum sounded skeptical as if he heard Catherine's order.
"It's a great time." You smirked at Catherine bitterly. "What's up, babe?"
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to head over to that new Italian place for lunch. I know your break started about five minutes ago, but I'm like three minutes away." He sounded hopeful, like he knew this would make your day better.
"I'd love to go." You blushed. "Sounds like a great idea."
"Hang up the phone, Y/N, right now." Catherine demanded, but you just ignored her.
"Baby, what's going on there?" Calum chuckled nervously.
"I'll see you soon, alright." You squinted your eyes back up at Catherine. "I love you."
"Yeah, love you too." You hung up, standing and squaring your shoulders.
"You think this is a joke, Y/N? I am your boss and you will do as you're told, do you understand!" Catherine seethed, speaking through gritted teeth. "I should fire you for your behavior."
"You're jealous." You scoffed. "You're actually jealous of me."
"Watch your mouth." She stuttered, her face going red.
"You only hired me because you knew I was with Calum, didn't you?" A sarcastic laugh fell from your lips. "You're pathetic, you know. Find someone else to run your errands, because I sure as hell won't be your little bitch anymore. I quit Catherine."
"You can't just quit." Her face ran pale as you turned around and began to walk to the door. "I'm firing you."
"I don't really care how I leave, Catherine. Just as long as I don't have to put up with your degrading comments and dictating approach for another day, I'll be happy."
"You stupid bitch." You walked down the hall, pressing the button on the elevator as Catherine came up behind you, her hands clenched at her sides."I'm not done talking."
"I don't really care." You mumbled, turning on your heel and deciding to take the stairs instead.
She continued to follow you down the stairs and through the office room, continuously saying rude things and making the pit of anger in your stomach churn. She was pushing so many boundaries and you weren't one to sit by and be tormented. When you got to your desk, you grabbed your purse and opened it, throwing in important things that you'd used to decorate with. When you'd taken all of your valuable things, you turned to Sam.
"You can have my desk plant." You smiled. "Keep in touch, okay Sam. You've sort of become a really good friend of mine and I would hate to lose our friendship."
"You're not quitting." Catherine shouted, stomping her foot.
"Oh put a cork in it!" You turned around, snapping back at her. "For god's sake woman, keep your dignity and stop making such a fool of yourself."
"Baby?" Everyone who stayed behind for lunch was now watching, eyes glued to your section on the lower floor as the scene unraveled. "What's going on?"
"Nothing." You smiled, grabbing your purse and your files. "You ready for lunch?"
"You're not leaving." Catherine stepped in front of you.
"I am leaving and you're being psychotic." She crossed her arms, blocking your path.
"Clearly, I missed something." Calum mumbled, looking down at Sam.
"Oh yeah, you missed something." She nodded. "Y/N quit."
"She did not quit!" You let out a bitter laugh at Catherine's shriek.
"You're being insane and quite frankly, it's terrifying." You mumbled. "Just move, Catherine."
"No, this company needs you." She perked her chin up and you rolled your eyes.
"No, you need me because I'm the only thing that keeps you in the same circle as Calum. Admit it, you're just using me to make you look better." You argued. "Now move."
"No." Catherine lifted her hand, shoving your shoulder harshly. "Make me."
"You think I won't?" You scoffed; dropping your purse to what was once your desk. "You have no idea who you're fucking with."
"Baby, c'mon." Calum gently gripped Catherine's shoulders moving her to the side and grabbing your purse. "Let's go before you both do something stupid."
You walked past Calum, sending Catherine a glare as he held his arm up as a barrier. Catherine's face was red as she watched you walk away, Calum following behind you with your purse in his hand and a smirk on his lips. You pushed open the main doors and walked out into the warm Sydney air, the sun on your face.
"The nerve of that fucking thirsty bitch." You scoffed, turning back to Calum.
"You were kind of hot." He chuckled, leaning down to seal his lips over yours. "What happened exactly?"
"So I was late, as you know, and she decided to make me her bitch for the day. You know me, that's not how I work; I'm not an obedient gopher. It would have been different if she was just trying to teach me a lesson, but she took it too far. She started giving me impossible things to do. And I was ready to go get some lunch- before you called- and she called me up to her office. She handed me this long as list of things to get at Office Max - which is ridiculous because we order that stuff in bulk and online, I would know- and then you called." You sighed, Calum's hand had taken yours hostage, his fingers linked through yours as you walked to his car in the visitors lot. "She called me fat too."
"Baby, I'm so sorry." He pouted over at you, the sun shining on his thick hair. "What was that whole thing about me though? Was it true?"
"I mean, she didn't say it, but I've noticed a lot of things that have confirmed her obsession with you." You rolled your eyes as Calum unlocked your car. "I think I'm just going to drive home, Cal. I don't want her having my car impounded or some stupid shit."
"But, I wanted to have lunch with you." He frowned, talking his hand from yours and cradling your cheek with it as he leaned down. "I also kind of wanted to make out in the car."
"Really?" You lifted your eyebrows, his breath fanning over your face. "Why just make out?"
"Baby girl," Calum gasped, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Are you implying that we have car sex?"
"I'm implying we have hot, dirty car sex." You captured his lower lip between your teeth. "How does that sound?"
"Like the best thing that I've heard all day." He groaned, opening the door and slipping into the seat, your purse finding it's way in the passenger seat. "Get in here pretty girl."
"Why mister, I was told not to talk to strangers." You teased and Calum growled, gripping the tops of your thighs to pull you closer. You dropped down onto his lap,minding your head and letting your feet hang out the side as he adjusted the seat far enough back for you to turn around and straddle him. "You look so fucking good, Calum."
He was in a gray tank top, a beanie on his head and his hair pushed under it and off his forehead. His bottom half consisted of an old pair of skinny jeans, ripped and torn all over the legs, the fabric soft against your bare thighs. Calum shut the door, sticking the key in the ignition and adjusting the air conditioning with a bashfully smile on his lips as you kissed his shoulders, your hips shifting against him.
"You look beautiful today, you know." He let his hands fall to your bum over your skirt to still your grinding movements against his semi. "I love you and I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself. You didn't deserve that and I'm really sorry you had to put up with it."
"It's not your fault, Cal." You whispered, lifting your hands to cradle his jaw. "You know that, right?"
"I can't help but feel like it is my fault. She used you to get to me and that's not fair to you." You pressed your lips to his nose, smiling at his worried crease between his brows.
"I don't care about it, okay." You promised. "She was too much to handle anyways, it wasn't your fault."
You dropped your lips down to his, closing your eyes as you held his face in your hands, hips grinding down again to coax a low rumbling moan from Calum. You pulled back, sealing another small peck over his lips before dropping your hands to his abdomen, moving the hem of his tank top to the side, frantically trying to unbutton his pants around his hardening cock. When you finally pulled the zipper all the way down you gasped at the sight of his hardness, no boxers to block it from the fabric of his jeans. You pulled him out, your hands wrapped around the shaft as you gently moved the pad of your thumb over the slick head.
"Wanna suck you off." You grumbled, pouting up at Calum as he panted. "Such a pretty cock, Calum."
"Baby." The pet name fell out in the form of a sigh, his head tossing back as you slowly moved your hand up to help harden him more. You wanted him begging for you. "Baby girl, please."
"Please what?" You moved your lips to hover beside his ear, your breath tickling his skin. "Tell me what you want me to do, Calum."
"Ride me." He gripped your hips, trying to drag your forward. "Ride me hard, Baby. Let them know I'm all yours."
You melted into a puddle on top of him, lifting yourself up as much as you could without your head slamming into the roof of Calum's car. He was staring up at you, his brown eyes filled with need and adoration. You knew he worshipped your body, that he would do anything for your touch, your skin against his. His fingers fell down to rub over your panties once before he tugged the material to the side, helping to guide you over his aching erection. Slowly you slid down on him, your ass settling on his thighs as he let out a pitiful whine to mix with your moan of sheer pleasure.
You didn't move, but you clenched around him, taking a moment to revel in the fullness. Calum's fingers ran over the sides of your face and he gripped your chin with his right hand, his left falling to unbutton your blouse. You groaned into Calum's mouth, your hands resting onto his stomach as he slipped his tongue past the seam of your lips, gliding his tongue over yours once before pulling back, his eyes falling to your breast. His arms slipped under yours as he gripped your torso, his lips buried in the flesh of your breast. You lifted up once, dropping down slowly to tease him.
"I need you to move." He whimpered into your skin, pleading. "I can't-"
"Shh, it's alright." You whispered, lifting up quicker this time and dropping back down. "I've got you, baby boy."
You moved consistently, lifting up and slamming down on him, his arms wrapped around you as he clung to you for dear life, letting you take him. He whimpered into your skin, occasionally pressing kisses to your flesh when he could. You were breathless, falling apart at the sight of Calum in so much pleasure. He was loving it, his whole body surging with an intense feeling he'd never felt before in his sex life. You had total control over him and he couldn't care less as you bounced on him. You leaned over him, gripping onto the seat behind you as you started to feel the knot in your stomach tighten, ready to snap at any second.
"Baby," He panted. "I'm going to cum."
"Just a few more seconds, Calum." You promised, gripping his face in your hands as you looked into his eyes. "C'mon, Cal hold on for me."
"So close." He whined, his eyelids fluttering and his lips parted as you pushed down harder. One of your hands found its way under your skirt to slip under your panty line and rub your clit, your walls clenching around Calum as his chest heaved. "I'm there."
"No Calum, wait." You ordered, knowing he would hang on.
"Let me." Carelessly he slipped his hand under your skirt, his hand pulling your own away from doing his job. His fingers rubbed over you, your eyes slipping shut as you began to unravel. "That's it."
"Calum." You panted. "Yes, so good."
"Fuck, fuck."
A chorus of his low grunts and your moans filled the car, your heart pounding against your ribcage as you realized what you had just done. People were going to start coming back for lunch any minute now and your boyfriend was balls deep in you as you fell over him, pliant and sated. Both of your chests were still rising and falling rapidly like you'd just run a marathon. Your nose was resting on Calum's shoulder, your lips pursed against his skin with your eyes closed, his hands rubbing up and down your back.
"We just fucked in a car park." You mumbled. "In the middle of the day."
"It was great." He defended. "You called me baby boy."
"Did I?" You hummed, lifting your head up before dropping your forehead to his.
"I liked it." He smirked. "I say we go home for round two?"
"And three." You joked.
"Four." Calum pressed a kiss to your chin. "Five too."
"Let's not go crazy now, Calum."
"I can't help it." He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. "You drive me crazy, Baby."