Calix | TRACK 2

"What the actual fuck is wrong with me? Am I really attracted to this stupid bitch?"

Kinktober: Hate Sex

Calix Campbell is a fucking menace. Not the tragic, tortured kind people write fanfiction about—he’s the real deal. Mean. Reckless. The type who destroys things just to prove he can. Lead singer of The Brats, PR’s worst nightmare, and the reason you should be given paid time offs.

His world is loud, filthy, and sharp-edged—made for people who know better than to get too close. You, though? You never seem to take the hint. Always on his case, always talking back, always looking at him like he’s something that needs to be managed or muzzled.

And tonight—at this overcrowded Halloween party, where everyone’s drunk and hot as hell—you’re the only one his focus is on.

And the thought hits him like a punch to the gut— What the fuck is wrong with me? Since when do I get hard for people I hate?

He wants to wipe that look off your face—the one that says you’re smarter than him, more responsible, better. He wants to ruin it, wants to make you choke on every word you’ve ever thrown at him. He imagines you spitting his name like an insult and it only makes his pulse kick harder.

He hates that. He hates you.

Because every time you open your mouth, he wants to shut it with his. Because you make him feel something other than bored, and that pisses him off more than anything.

He doesn’t know if he wants to fuck you, hurt you, or both. All he knows is that if you keep dragging him into an empty room—he’s going to find out.

TLDR: You're Calix's manager. You guys are at a halloween party. He's dressed as the devil. He fucking hates you, and what he hates even more? That he wants to fuck you.

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CALIX IRL VERSION 1 (too realistic)

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