♡ Lashton & Malum One Shots ♡

Michael is Whipped™ {Malum}

A/N: So this is a spin-off Malum smut chapter of TimelordLover904 and I's Cherry ~ LASHTON story for context (After they leave Luke's dorm in 'Confrontation'). If you haven't read it, it's just the aftermath of Calum promising Michael a good time if he plays nicely with our antagonist.

This is Bottom!Michael, which I normally do not prefer, but Michael and Calum are switches in our story and this is definitely a time where Cal has him wrapped around his finger.

I'm dedicating this to Holly, my co-writer, as well, because she hates reading my smut, and I like torturing her. (but go read her imagines on her DenbroughIsDaddy account!!<3)

Also, I- I'm just sorry in advance... but I hope you still enjoy it!

Michael's POV

"You know, Ashton is right when he says you're whipped," Calum whispers in my ear, pushing me against the door the minute we get inside our dorm.

"Fuck, he was so right." I gasp as he trails his lips down my neck.

"Yeah? You gonna let me wreck you tonight, baby?"

"I don't know, will I?" I tease, knowing damn well I am about to be under him within the next few minutes.

He doesn't reply right away but instead begins sucking a mark into the nape of my neck. My head rolls back and I let out a small whimper uncontrollably, as he's found my sweet spot almost instantly. We've done this enough times to know exactly what drives each other mad, and I can tell he's not holding back tonight.

"That's what I thought." He murmurs into my neck as my breathing gets heavier.

I reach up to tangle my fingers into the locks of his hair and tug on them slightly when he sucks harder, now into my collarbone.

He trails his hands along my sides and rests them on my hips, gripping them and pulling them closer to his own. He grinds his lower half into mine, and the friction leaves us both to let out groans.

"You're already hard." He states the obvious.

"It's not my fault, you've had me worked up for like the past 15 minutes."

He backs away his lower region only to slip one of his hands in between us and grope me from outside of my pants.

"Cal-" I tug harder before pulling him up to meet my lips.

The desperation is still there, after all these years I still can't get enough of the way he tastes. I need him.

Our tongues intertwine as we begin to stumble back towards our bedroom.

Step by step, we make it to the bed and he pushes me down over the edge, settling between my legs. He pulls them up to wrap them around his waist and grinds down.

I untangle my fingers from his hair to rest them on his cheeks as I kiss him harder in a poor attempt to muffle the loud moans trying to escape.

After a few moments of not going any further than making out and grinding between our clothes, I get a bit restless. "So are you just going to keep dry humping me here or are we going to actually take our clothes off?" I pull away from his lips and ask with a smirk, but also kinda desperate.

He only laughs, his eyes crinkling as he shakes his head, before helping me as I tug at the bottom of his shirt to pull it off.

Once his shirt is off, he backs away from me to pull down his pants and boxers all at once. I know what he's up to when he makes direct eye contact with me and does this almost painfully slow. He knows this kind of thing gets me and he's really gonna take every chance he gets to tease me, huh. What a dick.