look at you. enjoying your goal kicks

Louis Tomlinson One Shot - Winners Get Treats

(photo not mine)

Category - One Shot

Smut or Fluff? - Smut

Requested? - Yes! :D I have a request I can’t find any good louis or liam smuts anywhere can you do one where you at a charity football game for the boys and you see your bf all sweaty and get turned on (you can use y/n and you can pic or do both) thanks :)

Pairing(s) - Louis Tomlinson/Reader

Word Count - 1,685

Summary - The boys win a charity football match and instead of going out to celebrate with the lads, you and Louis decide to have a celebration of your own.

Author’s Additional Comments - I hope you guys like it! Sorry if it sucked, smut’s not really my strength lol. But I enjoy writing it anyway :)

You, along with the crowd, stood up and cheered as your boyfriend, Louis, kicked the ball into the goal, making that the 5th point he’s scored for his team. You saw Niall high five him and Liam chest bump him (which made Louis stumble back slightly) and then they ran back to the middle. Louis looked up at the stands, seeing you in the front row cheering him on. He grinned and waved to you and you waved back, then he focused back on the game.

He was sweating buckets. When he wasn’t running, you could see his damp hair sticking to his forehead. The back of his shirt was a little wet from sweat also and if you were completely honest with yourself, you were getting really turned on. You bit your lip and watched him as he stole the ball from an opponent, kicking it down the field until he got trapped by two other opponents. You watched as he saw Zayn wide open, also standing closer to their goal, and he took the risk of kicking it as hard as he could to him. Luckily, Zayn got it and kicked it down the remainder of the field kicking it into the goal just before an opponent was about to steal it.

You stood up and cheered again, shouting Louis’ name. The people beside you were giving you bitchy looks for being ‘that one person’ at games who cheer a bit too loudly. But did you care? Nope. You were proud of your boyfriend and you weren’t afraid to show it.

When the game was over, the team the boys were on won 9-7. The whole team ran to each other and hugged each other, jumping around in excitement. You saw Niall fist pumping and giggled a bit. Louis made his way through them and ran over to you, leaning up a bit since he was on a lower level.

“Proud'a me?” He grinned happily.

“So proud! I’m so happy for you guys!” You squealed, placing both your palms on his cheeks and bending over to lay a kiss on his lips.

“The lads and I are going out for pizza and ice cream to celebrate. Feel like coming?” He asked, the smile never leaving his face.

“Oh…I was actually thinking we could have our own celebration. Ya know, winners get treats.” You smirked.

At that, his smile turned into a smirk that matched yours. “Alright. I’ll tell them you aren’t feeling well.” He said, about to turn around to tell them but you stopped him.

“No, you can tell them. I want them to feel jealous.” You giggled.

He laughed and ran back over to them to tell them the news. You watched as some of their eyes widened, some of their mouths dropped, and a few of them said 'Lucky’ and 'Have fun’ and stuff like that. Louis turned around and waved you over. You made your way to the end of the row and went down the steps, the security letting you pass and you ran out to Louis, jumping in his arms.

He carried you out of the arena and you two were on your way home.


“Should I shower first?” He asked once you two got in the house.

He always asked you that when you were horny and he just got back from the gym or playing a show. He asked you because he knew you loved it when he was hot and sweaty.

“No.” You smirked, going to him and pulling him toward you, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips.

He deepened it and grabbed the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and putting you against a wall. He pushed his crotch against yours, grinding slightly. You let out a small moan and felt him smirk into the kiss, and he did it again. You broke the kiss.

“Louis, please. I need you now.” You whined.

“Mm-mm.” He shook his head. “I’m the winner, I’m in charge. What I say, goes kitten. You know that.” He smirked devilishly.

You gulped and nodded, more arousal forming in your panties. He took you off the wall and led you to the couch, flopping you down. He peeled off his shirt and settled in between your legs, peeling off your shirt also. He reached behind you and skillfully unsnapped your bra, pulling that off of you as well. He bit his lip at the sight of your breasts and took one in his hand, kneading it gently. He leaned down and took it into his mouth, sucking on it softly, getting harsher by the moment.

“Oh God..” You breathed out, arching your back slightly to push your breasts closer to him, but he pulled away.

“Eager?” He smirked, raising his eyebrows. “Well, since I’m in such a good mood, I won’t do so much teasing this time.” He offered.

You sighed in relief, smiling slightly. He bit his lip again and pulled off your shorts, along with your boy shorts. He stripped off his clothes as well and began stroking his cock. You whimpered at the sight of it, clenching your thighs together around your heat to relieve some of the arousal.

“Awww, does my little kitten get turned on when Daddy touches himself in front of her?” He taunted, still guiding his hand up and down his cock. You whined and began touching yourself also, but he slapped your hand away. “No. You know my rules. Only I can touch you there, understood?” He said.

“Yes, Daddy.” You muttered.

“No, I don’t think you do. I think someone needs a bit of a punishment.” He smirked. You loved spanking. He knows you loved spanking, which is why he did it so much. You were about to turn over and poke your ass out for a spanking, but he stopped you. “No, no. I have a different form of punishment this time. Open your legs wide for me, kitten. Keep them wide open, no matter what.” He demanded.

You did as you were told. He took his hand and stuck both his index and middle finger in your heat at the same time and instead of moving them in-and-out like a little teenage boy, he rubbed them against your walls which felt even better. You let out a loud moan and he smirked, moving his thumb to rub figure-eights onto your clit.

“Daddy.” You moaned loudly, bucking your hips up which earned you a harsh slap on your inner thigh.

“Keep your hips still.” He demanded. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look away.” He ordered.

Now, you see what he’s doing. He gives you unbearable pleasure and orders you to not move at all. It was easier said than done. He began scissoring your heat on the inside, his long fingers brushing up against one of your sweet spots and making you let out a loud moan, but forcing yourself to keep still and keep your eyes on him. He removed his thumb from your clit and you whined, but then he shot you a look that made you shut up.

He leaned down and stuck his tongue out, swirling it around your aroused clit. Now, it was nearly impossible for you to keep still and not throw your head back. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, which was a big turn on for you, and then closed his mouth around your clit. He sucked at it harshly, but not too harshly to where it was painful, and you felt your orgasm coming on strong. Your moans got louder and you squeezed the couch cushions.

“D-Daddy! Daddy I’m gonna cum!” You shouted. As soon as you said that, he completely pulled away from you. “No, no, no, no, please!” You begged, feeling your need to cum still there but nothing to fill it.

He only smirked and shook his head, beginning to stroke himself again. Now you really knew what he was doing. He got you close to your orgasm, only to tease you. You wanted to look away from the scene, you really did, but it was just so mesmerizing. Him touching himself turned you on to the extreme and your need to cum got stronger.

“Please Daddy! I’ll be good, I promise!” You begged more.

“I like you begging.” He said and bit his lip, staring at you intensely. “Do it again.”

“Please fuck me Daddy! I want you…I want you so badly!” You obeyed.

He leaned over you, placing his hands on both sides of your head, getting into position. “Again.” He whispered.

“I want your cock Daddy. I want you to fill me up and fuck me like no other man can.” You said, and that was enough for him.

He shoved all of himself inside your soaking heat, letting out a grunt at the feeling. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me kitten.” He said against your neck, gently biting down on the skin there. “Tell me when I can move.” He said, letting you adjust to his size.

“Go.” You muttered once you felt comfortable enough.

He complied and leaned up on his elbows, looking you in your eyes while thrusting in and out of you, hard and deep. The thrusts were slow, but they felt amazing. He let out little moans of his own as he picked up his pace, squeezing the couch cushions. You wrapped your arms around his back, lightly scratching.

“D-Daddy…I’m so close.” You whimpered, already nearing your orgasm because of our delayed one from before.

“I am too, kitten. Cum for me. Be good for me.” He said in your ear.

That was all it took for you to release your juices over his cock, moaning out his title loudly. After several more thrusts, he pulled out and began to stroke himself.

“Open your mouth, kitten.” He ordered, which you happily did.

He threw his head back and groaned loudly as he shot his warm, thick load into your mouth and a little on your cheek. You swallowed what was in your mouth and he scooped some of his cum off your cheek, placing his finger in your mouth for you to suck.

“We need more charity matches if this is what’s gonna happen after every win.” He joked.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I love your blog(a lot) and am hoping you can help me. I have a crush on an ENTJ I met a while ago; my 1st crush ever and I don't like it. I get that emotions aren't logical, but this just seems beyond all reason. This person won't leave my head and I barely even know them. I can't even speak to them without stuttering or blanking like a fool. I'm sure I made a bad 1st and 2nd and maybe 3rd impression. How do I make this crush go away? Can I? Or am I doomed? Please help -A very confused INTP

How to Handle a Crush, Rationally

Attraction can be irrational, but the way you deal with it doesn’t have to be.

Most people focus entirely on themselves when they have a crush. They’d think: does this person like me? Am I coming off alright? Am I saying the right things? etc. which doesn’t help the situation, and doesn’t make them like you any better.

Don’t treat them as a “crush”, think of them as an “intrigue”. As in, I’m intrigued by this person, and I want to learn more about them. Instead of treating them like an idol, you treat them like a puzzle to be figured out.

Think about this: this person that you have a crush on, would you still like them if you find out that they secretly enjoy kicking stray dogs? What if they are verbally abusive only to people they’re in a relationship with? What if they’re hell bent on moving to Bali, and you don’t ever want to go there?

That’s why you must talk to them to find out if they’re ACTUALLY COMPATIBLE WITH YOU!

Find out:

  • What are their values, and are those compatible with yours?
  • What do they think is important in a relationship? What are they looking for right now?
  • How do they handle conflicts?
  • What are their life goals? Where do they see themselves in the future?
  • How do they treat other people around them?
  • How do they make important decisions? And can you respect the way they come to those decisions?

If you spend enough time with them to figure these out, you’ll know exactly what to do - to stick around, or move on.

Relationships don’t have to be illogical at all. My current relationship definitely makes sense, and that’s why it works. It makes sense that we’re together because we’re compatible in all important aspects. And you’d only know whether yours makes sense if you figure it out.


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anonymous asked:

Cal 15

“I win” - Calum

Originally posted by brokenscenequeen2k15

A/N: I am British so the word football has been used instead of soccer. 

You were in the park with Calum, just the two of you and a football. You were not particularly good at football. You weren’t terrible and you enjoyed kicking the ball around with your friends from time to time but you had nothing on Calum and his impressive skills. His movements always looked so natural as he moved the ball around the grass pitch. The two of you had decided to go to the park for a kick around, there was a small football pitch at the park that anyone could use. The two of you were just passing the ball between each other for a while. 

“Hey, do you want to try some penalties? I’ll go in goal” Calum said as he walked towards the goal. “Cal you know I suck at penalties” you groan. He just smirks at you and passes you the ball before taking his position in the middle of the goal. It looks like you didn’t have a choice. You placed the ball on the penalty spot before taking a couple of steps back. Your plan was just to aim for one of the corners and kick it as hard as you could. You took your small run up and kicked the ball, aiming for the bottom left corner, it was further into the middle than you would have liked, but it was on target, which is something you couldn’t always say. Calum dived onto the ground saving the penalty. “You’re going to have to do better than that babe” he smirked. You sighed at the amount of effort Cal was putting into this, although you couldn’t complain, his body when he exercised was a sight to behold. You tried a few more penalties, you managed to score one but you were pretty certain that Calum just let it in on purpose to make you feel better.

You went to sit down for a while, grabbing a drink from your bag as you sat and watched Cal kick the ball at the goal. After kicking the ball in the corners a few times, he backed up a bit, setting the ball down. You knew what he was doing, he was trying to hit the crossbar. He liked practicing it because it tested his accuracy. After watching him fail to hit it a few times you stood up walking over to where he was preparing for his next attempt. He had five more attempts, none of them successful, you could see he was beginning to get slightly agitated. “Are you having some trouble Cal?” you say teasingly, finally speaking up after watching him for the past ten minutes. He rolls his eyes at you, taking another shot. It misses again. Calum groans in frustration. You smile, enjoying watching him get worked up, muscles tensing as he retrieved his ball. “You know you want to aim for the white thing that the net is attached to” you say to him, continuing your teasing. Calum sighs. “I’d like to see you try Y/N if you think it is so easy” he says kicking the ball to you. “What do I get if I hit it” you ask cocking your eyebrow at him with false confidence. You had no hope of hitting the crossbar intentionally, but you were having fun teasing Calum. Calum rolls his eyes, he knows that you won’t hit it. “You get the satisfaction of beating me” Calum groans. You fold your arms over your chest, pouting at him. Calum rolls his eyes “And I’ll give you a massage, can you just take your shot please” he groaned. You smiled at him. He crosses his arms over his chest as he waits for you to take your shot.

You run towards the ball, quickly adopting the kick it and hope tactic. You kick the ball in the air, you watch as it flies towards the top of the goal. You and Calum both watch as it hits the crossbar with a satisfying ‘ding’ sound. Your mouth drops open in surprise before a large grin appears on your face. You turn to Calum, his mouth is wide open in disbelief. You walked towards him, he didn’t say anything, still not being able to believe what he had witnessed. You exaggerated your walk, swaying your hips cockily as you approached him.

I win” you said, tapping his shoulder mockingly. He remained silent. You decided to mock just a little bit more. “Don’t worry Calum, I’m sure if you keep practicing, you’ll be as good as me one day” you say winking at him. “Ha ha you’re so funny” he says shoving your arm. Both of you know that you hitting the crossbar was a complete stroke of luck, but you couldn’t help but find it hilarious that it happened on your first attempt. “I think you owe me a massage now Cal, come on” you say, picking up your bag and beginning to walk back towards your apartment. You walk slowly as Calum picks his stuff up and jogs to catch up with you. “You may have won, but I get to take your clothes off and rub oil all over your body, so I think I’m the real winner here” Calum whispers seductively in your ear. You can’t help but feel slightly flustered by his comment. By the sounds of things, tonight was going to be interesting.

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