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Three Cheers For The Birthday Boy; Calum Hood Smut

Hey guys! Here's a little smut to celebrate the birthday of the one and only Calum Hood. I hope you enjoy it!x

Three Cheers For The Birthday Boy
"Showtime", you whisper to yourself as you listen to the final bars of a particularly animated and boisterous version of 'Happy Birthday' being sang from the other side of the door you were currently leaning against. Readjusting the garter of your black lingerie one last time you take a deep breath and push your way through into the room where your soon-to-be client and his three friends were waiting.
"Happy Birthday to you", you sing, finishing off the song yourself, locking eyes with the shocked boy in the birthday hat as you did so. Poor thing. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights as he struggles to grasp your presence in the room. Your eyes leave his and travel to the three boys standing proudly at the side of their friend's bed. They had obviously chosen to keep your attendance to the occasion a secret judging by the triumphant expressions on their faces.
"Happy Birthday Cal", the one with the coloured hair laughs pulling a party popper as the one with the curly hair claps his friend on the back, "this lovely lady is your present from us".
"But....I.....", Calum stammers, his eyes darting from them to you so quickly you worry he'll get dizzy. Looks like it's time for you to step in.
"Don't look so scared baby", you purr, taking long and deliberate strides towards him, your patent heels echoing against the hardwood floor, "I promise I'll take really good care of you".
"Holy shit", you hear someone groan at your sultry promise.
A smirk tugs at the corner of your cherry stained lips as you spin on your heel to face the other three boys in the room.
"Okay boys, I think it's time for the birthday boy and I to get to know each other a little better so if you wouldn't mind giving us some privacy?"
"But couldn't we just...." the tallest of the three begins to protest.
Knowing where the conversation will undoubtedly lead you cut him off.
"Don't even think about it cutie", you tut, "I think Calum here would much prefer a more one-on-one experience. Wouldn't you baby?"
"Eh yeah", Calum manages to say, clearing his throat in an attempt to steady his quavering voice, "yeah I would".
"Fine", the one with the curls pouts, ushering the others towards the door, "but I expect a full report Hood. Don't let me down."
You watch for a moment as all three make their way out of the room, only pausing to turn and give their friend a thumbs up and a cheeky smile, before disappearing altogether in a swell of laughs and shouts.
Turning back towards the tanned and tattooed boy sitting tentatively at the edge of his bed you can't help but feel slightly attracted to him. He was defiantly your type. He had that 'bad boy' look you'd always had a soft spot for but the look of terror on his face showed you that he wasn't as tough as he let on to be.
"Well it looks like it's just me and you now birthday boy".
"Listen I know that those guys asked you here but you don't have to do anything, I mean you can go if you like. I don't mind, I just...."
Placing a well-manicured finger against his plump lips you silence him.
"Relax baby", you hum, sinking onto his lap, "you just relax and let me make sure you enjoy your birthday".
You can feel Calum's muscles tense as you allow your hand to trail over his crotch before standing up again. A small whine escapes his lips at the loss of contact causing a genuine smile to spread across your normally carefully controlled features.
"Get a grip Y/N", you mentally scold yourself as your walk over to the stereo, adding a sensual sway to your hips as you walked, conscious of Calum's hazel eyes boring into you as you moved.
"Any preference?" you ask as you scroll through the iPod sitting on the dock.
"Dealers choice", Calum quips, his eyes still glued to your barely clothed form.
"Oh god", you laugh, "who the hell has Nickleback on this thing?"
"Hey!" Calum objects, laughing with you, "give Nickleback a chance!"
"Alright then birthday boy. If it's Nickleback you want, then Nickleback you shall have".
"I was just kidding!" Calum protests as the opening chords to 'Shakin' Hands' floods both your ears.
"Too late baby", you tease as you walk back towards him forcing yourself to keep a straight face, "now no more wasting time."
Finding a spot between his legs you begin to swivel and sway your hips in time with the beat of the music playing in the background. The familiar surge of self-consciousness hits you, as it always does when you begin to dance half naked in front of a stranger, however it's quick to fade as soon as you hear a groan of approval leave Calum's unwitting mouth and it's not long before you find a rhythm and allow yourself to get lost in it. Closing your eyes and placing your hands on his strong shoulders you lower yourself until you can feel your bum connecting with the rough material of Calum's jeans. You're close enough to hear him draw a sharp breath at the sudden contact and the noise he makes travels straight to your loins.
Shit.
You've given plenty of lap dances in your time, very few of which have had any effect on you whatsoever, but there was something about the sighs and gasps were leaving Calum's mouth with every twist of your hips that was making you feel slightly more invested than you should be.
Never the less, like the professional you are, you keep on grinding.
By now you can feel his hands hovering at your sides, desperate to touch but still too unsure to move any closer. You know the song is close to its end and your mind begins to reel at what to do next. Normally as soon as you've done your thing you turn around and leave again. It's that simple. It's a job and once it's done so are you. But there's something different about this dance. There's something different about this guy. You can't quite put your finger on it but you can feel it. Does he feel it too? You weren't sentimental by any means so you couldn't be imagining it could you?
The song ends sooner than you expect and for an awful moment you linger awkwardly still unsure of what to do. Just as you make the decision to stand up fully and leave you feel Calum's once hesitant hands clamp down on your hips holding you firmly in place.
"Don't".
Biting your lip, you look down at him. Something in his demeanour has changed. Gone, is the shy and timid boy and in his place sits a resolute man. He is looking at you now not with embarrassment or awkwardness, but with a hunger in his eyes. He wants you.
His grip tightens even further on your hips as you sink fully now into his lap. You can feel the hardness you have created pushing against your own arousal and the sensation alone causes a soft moan to leave your lips.
"Is this allowed?" Calum asks, his voice low and thick.
"No", you breathe, threading your fingers into the soft waves at the nape of his neck.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No".
Not another syllable passes between you as Calum hastily aligns his lips with yours. The kiss you share is desperate and hungry, full of clashing teeth and tongue but you couldn't care less. His taste floods your senses as his hands travel the extent of your back, pausing only to unclasp your bra and work it off your slender shoulders. His hands are rough against your skin and the contrast in texture only serves to turn you on even more. A wetness pools between your thighs as you begin to imagine his roughened hands touching you where you needed to be touched the most.
A throaty groan leaves him, only to be quickly swallowed by you, as your hips begin to swivel once more, desperate to relieve some of the pressure that's been building ever since his lips met yours. His hands are becoming braver still as they leave your back and make their way to your already heaving chest. You break the kiss to moan loudly as his thumbs brush across your nipples, leaving them stiffened and frantic for more attention which his hot mouth readily supplies.
"Fuck Calum", you whine, his suckling and kneading driving you to the brink of distraction, "I need you".
It's as if you've said the magic words he's been waiting to hear. A shrill squeal leaves your now swollen lips as Calum stands up and throws you down onto his bed. Panting and breathless you watch transfixed as he practically tears his clothes from his body, leaving him standing in front of you in nothing more than a pair of black boxers that are stretched at the seams from their futile attempts at keeping his throbbing erection at bay.
Unable to keep yourself in check, your own hand slips past the waistband of your underwear to relieve some of the tension that was steadily building between your thighs. How were you this fucking needy?
Your breathing hitches in your throat as you catch sight of Calum crawling towards you. For a moment, he doesn't move. He simply stares at you; drinking in the sight of you touching yourself for him.
"You look so hot right now", he tells you before moving closer and wrapping his hand around your wrist, stilling your fingers inside yourself. Giving your arm a gentle tug, he lifts your fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.
"Oh Jesus Calum", you moan audaciously, you eyelids fluttering closed as his tongue swirls around your fingers, ensuring every trace of your juices has left them before letting them go.
"You taste incredible", he tells you before quickly leaning forwards to steal another kiss.
"Please Calum," you whimper, the taste of yourself on his lips leaving you dizzy, "I can't wait any longer".
Nodding, Calum hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and begins to work them down your trembling legs. Soft sighs rush past your lips as he peppers kisses to the inside of your thighs as he goes. As much as you would love to feel his tongue between your folds, you know you can't wait. You needed to feel him inside you as soon as possible. You didn't need any more foreplay. You were ready. You'd been ready for a while now.
"Calum", you whine again, grabbing his attention away from your thighs. He picks up on what you're trying to tell him without you having to verbalise it. Shifting slightly on the bed, Calum manages to take off his own underwear as you instinctively you into the bedside locker and fumble for a condom which you quickly toss to him. Rolling it on, Calum pumps his length a few times before crawling towards you once more.
"Are you sure about this?" he asks with genuine concern lacing his voice.
"Yes", you pant, doing your best to ignore the flurry of butterflies that have erupted suddenly in your stomach, "I'm sure Calum".
Pressing his lips to your once more, Calum lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes in slowly; meeting no resistance as your body eagerly accepts him. His lips part from yours as a groan of unadulterated pleasure sounds from both of you.
"Can I move?" Calum asks through gritted teeth, the strain of holding back evident on his tightly set jaw.
"Fuck yes", you almost beg, "Please move Calum".
His hips set a strong pace almost immediately. His thrusts are swift and deep, drawing moans and shrieks of pleasure from you in a way that no man ever has before. Had someone told you that the boy that had sat so shyly at the bottom of his bed wearing a birthday hat no less than forty minutes ago would be making you feel this good you would have laughed in their face, but you certainly weren't laughing now. Wave after wave of pure pleasure was washing over you as Calum pounded into you. Your fingers were digging into his biceps so severely you cringed to think of the marks that would be left behind.
"Calum. Oh God Calum", you cry out shamelessly, "Fuck Calum. That feels so fucking good".
His thrusts are becoming more erratic now and you can tell that he's almost there.
"Come for me Calum", you tell him, pushing yourself upwards to suck and nibble at his neck as he continues his barrage.
"Not. Before. You".
The veins in his neck and arms are bulging and you can feel the muscles in his arms beginning to tremble with the sheer effort its taking to hold himself back. Dropping a hand to your clit Calum rubs in frantic circles, determined to put your pleasure before his own.
Closing your eyes, your head drops back onto the plush of Calum's pillows. You can feel a heat spreading from your abdomen through your entire body and you know that it's only a matter of seconds before you're tipped over the edge. Your breathing becomes even more laboured and your moans catch in your throat. One final thrust of Calum's toned hips is all you need at that point and when it comes you are thrown into an orgasm of such intensity it feels as though every nerve ending in your body is experiencing it. You feel a rush of warmth run through you and when you finally regain the power of speech Calum's name falls from your lips like a prayer of thanks.
You're only barely conscious of a weight on top of you as Calum's strength finally gives out as he reaches his own peak and collapses onto you.
"Wow", you hear him breath as he rolls onto his back and discards of the condom.
"Yeah", you agree, deciding that the one syllabled word carries all the sentiment you need to convey.
"That was really....wow".
Stealing a peek at the boy sprawled on the mattress next to you a blush spreads across your cheeks and a small giggle rushes from you before you can stop it. His hair is standing on end and his cheeks are flushed. He looks completely spent. A smirk fuelled by outright pride tugs at the corner of your mouth.
"Three cheers for the birthday boy", you smile as you reluctantly push yourself off the bed and search for your clothes.
"Thanks....wait. I don't actually know you name."
"That's a shame, we could have gone for another round if you did", you smile at him with a glint in your eye as you make your way to the door.
Catching sight of his somewhat disorientated face you flash him a cheeky grin and a quick wink before turning your back to him.
"I'll see you around Calum".