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[garconinfidele]

friday night the time to do the stranger things

[stardusttrashed]

Make me yours

Requested

Summary: Calum has a hard time pleasing Y/n due to stress 

Pairing: Calum x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Tad angst, unedited

A/n: This is my first smut

It was like clockwork. Every time you could finally feel that pit begin to grow, just before your legs began to tremble, something would pop up. The doorbell would ring, or Duke would bark non stop, or someone would call their phone.

The more it happened the more Calum would seem to get upset, taking it personally as he couldn’t finish the job.

Right now was no different. Calum rocked his hips slowly, relishing in the feeling of being inside you. The way you writhed underneath him, moaning his name in melodically. He loved how his name sounded when it came from you. The way you seemed to emphasize the ‘Cal’ and let ‘lum’ tumble past your lips in a whisper.

“Right there,” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders as you pulled him closer. He watched as your eyes fluttered closed with a small proud smile on his face. You moved your hips in time with his, helping him keep his steady rhythm. “I love you,” you moaned softly.

“I love you too-,” Calum began, his train of thought being brought elsewhere for a second as his phone rang and buzzed uncontrollably. His hips faltered for a second before keeping the same speed. “Not tonight,” he mumbled before pounding into you as if his life depended upon it.

“Cal,” you mewled, your back arching as you tried to close the non-existent space between you. The ping of an incoming text followed by another call shifted your focus. Calum quickly demanded your attention again, pulling all the way out before slamming back into you. You could tell he was growing frustrated by the way he clenched his jaw. It was no longer just passion. Anger had settled upon him, failing his own internal challenge to finally help you orgasm for the first time in weeks only making him more upset.

It was that he couldn’t hit it right. You loved the way he filled you completely, how he’d hit your g spot with ease. It was like he was made for you and the fact that he knew every inch of your body made the experience so much better. But recently the pressures of being in a band had been gradually overwhelming him. He was still as loving as usual, but more distant. It was like living with a physical manifestation of stress. At first, it just made the sex better, you were his release, the one thing he was allowed to control. As the stresses piled up and the interruptions happened more frequently, however, he was beginning to change both inside and outside the bedroom.

“Cum with me, doll,” Calum breathed, burying his face in your neck. You could feel him twitch inside of you, but you were nowhere near being close.

His loud growls muddled your thoughts, “Cal- Calum I can’t .” Your hand moved to his chest, urging him to stop. “I can't.” You looked up at him apologetically, cupping his cheek with your free hand.

“Please Y/n,” he pleaded breathlessly, his eyes searching yours. You bit your lip and nodded, rolling your hips against his. He shot you a small thankful smile before returning to his unforgiving pace. The whimpers he tried to cover with growls alerted you to his close approaching high. You closed your eyes, allowing your jaw to hang slack as if you were about to orgasm. Calum thrust sloppily into you a few more times before spilling into the condom.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned as you faked your orgasm, hoping your act was as realistic as possible. You were proud of yourself, believing he hadn’t noticed it was fake as he stilled inside you before pulling out.

He sat on the edge of the bed after throwing away the condom, his eyes focused on the ground. The air around you was slowly growing heavier, the tension becoming thicker by the second. “Don’t fucking do that,” Calum blurted, his eyes still focused on the floor. “I don’t know which is worse you not cumming or you pretending to.” Pain and frustration laced his harsh voice.

“Calum I-.”

“Just save it. I should’ve listened to you when you said you couldn’t,” he sighed and ran his finger through his hair. “I gotta go, the boys are probably on their way to the studio. I’ll see you later,” Calum mumbled as he got off the bed and threw on some clothes.

Your heart grew heavy as you watched him gather his things without so much as even a glance at you.

Weeks had gone by since the last time you two had sex, Calum’s stress growing by the days. He started talking to you a few days after the incident, but there was still this tension that hung around you two.

Calum sat on the couch watching tv, a beer in hand while he tried to relax and forget about the everything else in the world. “Cally,” you hummed as you walked over to your boyfriend, blocking his view of the tv. You slowly climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Maybe we should go out tonight. Help you forget about everything,” you coaxed as your hands rubbed his chest. “I miss my smiley boyfriend,” you breathed against his neck, planting soft kisses along it.

“Yeah? What do you have in mind,” Calum inquired as his other hand found its place on your hip. He had a small smile on his lips, but his eyes didn’t reflect any kind of amusement.

You shrugged, “something. Hell, we could just go get drinks and some food. Have some us time y’know.” His chuckle rumbled in his chest made you smile softly.

“I’d love that baby, we definitely need some us time.” As you were about to climb off of his lap he abruptly stood up, holding you in his arms. You giggled and clung to him like a koala. “Are you tryin’ to match tonight,” he glanced down at you while he walked to the room.

“And be a cute cliché couple? Duh,” you chuckled, pecking his lips before getting down from his arms. “Hey, no phones tonight okay? Unless we’re taking pictures or it’s our parents we can’t use our phones,” You said in an asking tone as you held your pinky out to him.

“Deal,” he linked his pinky with yours, immediately informing the guys about the agreement.

The ride to a local pub was some of the most fun you’ve had with Calum in weeks. The no phones rule seemed to almost immediately lighten the air, sweeping away any stress either of you had. You sang along to the radio obnoxiously when She’s Kinda Hot came on the radio, asking the Uber driver to turn up the volume. Meanwhile, Calum sat there with a small blush painted on his cheeks, giggling shyly.

“Come dance with me,” you begged, tugging on his hand like a child as you swayed your hips to the beat.

“I still have half a beer,” Calum chuckled as he raised the bottle to his lips. You bit your lip to avoid pouting while you watched him take another sip of his drink, your eyes focused on his lips wrapped around the top of the bottle. Without thinking you grabbed the still partially full bottle from his hand once he was done with his sip, downing the rest of it in seconds and making him chuckle. “Someone’s eager to dance,” Calum teased you, standing up from his bar stool. He followed closely behind you onto the dance floor, trading your hand for your hip as the number of people around you increased.

You glanced over your shoulder with a smirk, letting the bass in the song control your body. “For someone who’s in the rhythm section you’re really stiff,” you giggled as you turned to face the awkwardly dancing boy. “Relax baby.” You slipped your hands into his and brought them to your hips. “Please,” you asked softly, giving him a small encouraging smile.

Calum nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. His movements were gradually become more fluid, his body relaxing under your touch. All his other worries disappeared, allowing you to be his one and only focus right now. And then it happened. He smiled. That heartstopping smile that exuded happiness from his entire body. His chocolate eyes shined brighter than the stars.

“What would I do without you?” He twirled you around until you were facing away from him.

“I wonder the same thing,” you smiled, feeling him pull you closer to him. Your bodies moved in time with each other, grinding against each other despite having plenty of room to separate. The feeling of his breath against your skin made you laugh, followed closely by his own laughter. “Calum,” you whispered shyly. He hummed in response. “I want you,” your voice was shaky from the nerves despite the feeling of his hard-on against your thigh.

“Want me to call our ride?” His voice was more like a whisper right now as you turned once again to face him. You shook your head, keeping your gaze focused on him. He knew what you were saying before it even left your lips. The same thought you were having already running through his mind. He grasped your hand firmly and led you to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He crashed his lips onto yours, desperately grabbing the back of your thighs while his tongue worked against yours. You pulled his pants down in a haste, wasting no time. You were so desperate for his touch right now and he was equally as desperate to please you. To hopefully make you feel better than you made him feel. You whimpered against his lips as he bunched your dress up around your waist. His fingers teased over your slit through your soaked panties, flicking your clit softly.

“Cal please,” you whined as you palmed him through his underwear. You tugged the material down gently before being stopped by his hand. His gripped both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head as he ripped off your panties. You gasped in anticipation, your hips writhing, looking for any kind of release. Calum teased your entrance with his tip, coating it in your juices. You were about to beg for more when he unexpectedly slammed into you causing you to mewl his name. You leaned your head back against the wall as he picked you up, pushing himself in further. You relished in the feeling of his cock filling you entirely. He pulled out until only his tip was inside of you, slamming back into you.

You moaned his name repeatedly as if it was your religion as he destroyed you, pounding into you the same manner he had the last time you two had sex. This time his movements were different, more focused and caring. He wasn’t challenging himself anymore. The only thing on his mind was your pleasure. There wasn’t anyone or anything else to think about but you, you were his priority. He was more relaxed in his thrusts, your soft moans and whimpers intoxicating him. He rolled his hips causing his tip to brush against your g spot.

“Right there, I’m so close. I, fuck,” you whispered, your brain turning to mush as he repeatedly hit your G-spot while he released your hands. He slid his hand down between your legs, his thrusts never faltering as he began to rub your clit.

“Cum for me baby. Be my good girl,” he growled into your ear. You fell apart at his words, clenching around him and letting go of yourself as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Calum thrust into you a few more times before spilling into you, his whimpers causing you to smile. He slowly stilled inside of you, making sure to ride out your highs before pulling out.

You looked over at him to see a huge smile pressed over his expressions. He looked like a kid in a candy store. “Feeling better,” you giggled as you kissed him gently.

“You have no idea.”

[blue-lights]

ok but imagine you’re surprising Luke for his birthday by wearing the sexiest lingerie set you could find with matching garter belt, stockings and killer heels. You slowly open the bathroom door and walk into your shared bedroom where he’s sitting on the bed with his phone in his hand. His jaw drops as he sees you and he quickly sits up, rubbing his sweating hands against his legs.  “Holy shit!” “I saw this and thought you’d like it on me,” you say and slowly walk towards him. “But maybe you’d like it even better if you took it off me,” you suggest as you straddle him.  “Babygirl, you know I always love to undress you, but you look so delicious in this set, that I'll have to keep it on you as I fuck your brains out” WOW I’d like that why is Luke not my boyfriend?????? 

[escaping--society]

I remember when I just posted on here all day 😩😭, I miss this

[lukeysgirl]

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anyone remember when i said mom recorded me singing?

i was serious. i finally managed to snag the recording from her phone and delete it. but now i have it so you guys can laugh at me. so like, enjoy(?) i swear ill delete it by trrw lmfao 

-gabby x 

[stardusttrashed]

Football Coach Part 16

Previous Part

Word Count: 1852

“Hour number two and Calum has yet to tell his girlfriend any sort of clue about their date,” you narrated as you sat in the passenger seat. “When will the suspense end?”

“Really Y/n,” Calum laughed, glancing at you. “Are you really going to narrate us right now?” You silently mocked him, exaggerating your facial expressions. He looked over at you once he stopped at a red light, waiting for your response. A quiet sigh fell from his lips when you replied with nothing other than an eye roll and a small huff. “Baby,” he cooed, releasing the steering wheel with one of his hands. He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. His eyes scanned your face as he once again waited for any kind of verbal response from you, “wow, the silent treatment. Well played baby.” You jumped slightly at the sound of a car horn blasting, signaling to the both of you the light had turned green. “I’m not moving until you stop pretending to be mad at me.”

You stared at him blankly, trying to gauge how serious he was. He kept his eyes focused on you even as a car horn’s blared as it drove around you. “Hood,” you chuckled half-heartedly. You let out a defeated sigh, leaning over the middle console to kiss him softly, “Stop being an idiot and drive. We don’t wanna be late for whatever stupid thing you have planned,” you mumbled against his lips, earning a giggle and a small nod. He kissed you once more before continuing to drive. His hand found your own resting in your lap, your fingers lacing together slowly.

You watched as the blur of trees transformed into a blur of various colorful buildings, all leading to the back of a club. You looked at the single-story building, wondering how it seemed so packed even though the sun was just barely beginning setting.  The loud music could faintly be heard through the walls and car doors.

“Come on, there are some people that want to meet you.”

“Yeah that doesn’t sound sketchy at all,” you replied jokingly as you followed suit and climbed out of the car. “Is this when you reveal to me you’re in some mob?”

Calum walked over to you, slipping his hand into your own, “Now now princess, don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” His laughter filled the air as you nudged your shoulder into his side. “I’m kidding, I promise. But don’t worry I’d never let anything happen to you princess.” A cocky smirk rested on his lips at his own words before he pressed a gentle kiss onto your temple. He guided you past the guard, shooting the large intimidating man a smile before walking right by him. “Stop giving me that look, I just come here often. It also helps that I coach his kids. I swear he makes some of the best queso and salsa I’ve ever had,” Calum explained as you both walked down the dimly lit hallway.

“I can’t believe my eyes,” a voice with a hint of an Australian accent called out cooly.

“Is that really Calum Hood walking into my turf with a girl,” another added with the same amount of an accent as well as a sense of playfulness as the previous voice.

You chuckled and watched as three tall men walked over to you and Calum with dorky smiles on their faces. “I assume these are the ones who wanted to meet me.”

“And you’d be right. They were ninety percent sure I was making up such an amazing girl like you,” he winked at you. “Meet my brothers from other mothers, Ashton, Luke, and Michael.” His smile quickly faded as his gaze landed onto you somewhat revolted face. “W-what?” He stuttered quietly, the fear becoming clear in his eyes.

“Did you really just say my brothers from other mothers,” you asked mockingly with a playful smile on your lips. You watched as he visibly relaxed, letting go of a breath he seemed surprised to be holding. “What? Am I dating an old man now?” You continued your loving teasing, earning laughs from his friends.

“I like this one,” the one he pointed out as Michael chimed in. “I can see why he talks about you so much.”

“Thanks,” you blushed lightly. “I hope they were all good things.” You felt Calum slip his hand out of your grasp and rest it against the small of your back, still holding you close.

“Eh, there’s only so much good I can say about you sweetheart,” Calum joked, earning a playful glare from you.

“Sure act tough now,” Luke chuckled, turning to Michael. “What was he telling us just an hour ago.”

“Hey, uh, we should head to our table before someone takes it,” Calum blurted, cutting them off. His hand urged you to the crowd.

He pulled you aside as you followed behind his friends to a booth, holding your hip as he shielded you from the people streaming by. “You’re not disappointed are you?” He took his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it as he watched your expression grow confused. “I know I said I had a special date planned. I can tell them nevermind and we can do something else. I-” his words seemed to spill from his lips faster than he could process them, jumbling together towards the end of each sentence.

You chuckled at his flustered state, his words becoming softer and almost inaudible, and cupped his cheek in your palm. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, turning his head ever so slightly so he could kiss your palm. “I’m more than happy with this Cal, hell, you could’ve just put on a movie at your house and I’d love it. I love just being able to spend time with you.” You tipped his face down to you and gently pressed your lips against his. “It’s like meeting your parents, but less stressful. I think it’s super sweet that you really want me to meet your friends,” you smiled tenderly, your words calming Calum down further. “Now come on, they’re probably waiting on us.” You kissed him once more before leading him in the direction you’d last seen the three walk off in.

“About time, I was beginning to worry we scared her off already,” Ashton laughed, making room in the booth for both you and Calum.

“If you’re anything like Calum I’d say that’s pretty hard to do,” you giggled as you took the beer Luke offered out to you. Your eyes danced over Calum figure beside while you took a drawn-out sip, taking in the way his muscles flexed slightly with every laugh. His smile seemed brighter than the flashing lights from the dance floor and karaoke stand combined.

Perhaps it was pure luck or just because you and Calum were similar, but conversations with the guys came easily. You felt no pressure to act as anything other than yourself and having Calum relaxed beside you only increased your confidence. Calum’s arm rested on the back of the booth behind you, his fingers absentmindedly running up and down your arm and shoulder, while his legs splayed about just enough for him to be comfortable without taking over your space.

“It’s not polite to stare darling,” Calum whispered cooly into your ear as he leaned over to grab a beer bottle before chiming into the conversation between Luke, Ashton, and Michael. You rolled your eyes, ignoring the rush of heat to your cheeks and fluttering in your stomach. Your reaction only egged on his newfound cockiness, resulting in a small smirk resting on his lips as he carried on conversations.

Drink after drink, the five of you grew more rowdy, laughing at practically anything that came out of one another’s mouth- which was usually some embarrassing story about Calum. The thumping music was occasionally drowned out by someone’s drunken singing, well more like offbeat slurs of songs. You laughed as Ashton hyped up the person currently on stage singing Wannabe.

Luke looked over at you, his eyes shining with excitement, “has Calum sang for you yet? He’s a great singer, actually, we used to be in a band. Cal played the bass.”

“No way,” you interjected with a bright smile. You turned towards Calum just in time to see his eyes look up from your lips. A shy giggle fell from your lips while you playfully gave him a small shove, “why didn’t you tell me you used to be in a band.” You gasped, “you should go do karaoke.” Calum’s eyebrows furrowed as he prepared to protest your suggestion. “Please Cally,” you cooed, placing a small kiss on his jawline. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you grazed his thigh.

“Yeah Cally,” Luke chimed in a mimicking tone, making kissing noises before bursting out into laughter. “I’ll even go up there with you.”

Calum looked back and forth between you and the others, surveying the hopeful smiles that rested on everyone’s faces. “Fine,” he sighed. He gently kissed your temple as he climbed out of the booth, shaking his head at Luke who jumped over the back of the booth with the same excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. “Wish us luck.” The two were swallowed by the crowd before reappearing on the other side in front of the stage.

“He really likes you,” Ashton blurted calmly before finishing off his drink. You hummed as you faced him, not quite hearing what he said. Ashton looked at you, his hazel eyes focusing on you tenderly. “I honestly can’t remember the last time Calum was as excited for us to meet the person he was dating as he was for us to meet you. I kid you not he spent at least two hours trying to plan the best way for you to meet us and have fun.” He giggled softly, “it was like our own little episode of Bridezilla. His eyes say it all when he looks at you. I didn’t think he could get any softer and yet every time I catch him stealing glances at you he has this, I don’t know how to describe it other than heart eyes.” You could feel a blush wash over your cheeks. “Sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward.”

“Don’t be,” you reassured him. “I appreciate you telling me.”

“Well while we’re being all serious, I might as well let you know we all like you too. Not in like the same way Calum does. I mean.”

Michael chuckled and swooped in to help Ashton clarify, “I think what he’s trying to say is him, Luke, and I can agree that we already consider you as one of us.”

You smiled proudly and held out your beer bottle over the table. Michael and Ashton followed suit, clinking their drinks against yours just as Calum and Luke finally finished picking out a song.

@hemmrose @fangirltrashhh12

[stardusttrashed]

Football Coach Part 15

Part 14

Word Count: 1887

The day for your date with Calum had come in what felt like the blink of an eye and you still had no idea about what Calum had planned. Despite all your attempts to force Calum to at least give you a hint, you managed to get nothing other than a childish laugh and a kiss from him. You sat in your room with D’artagnan, who had dubbed himself your own little personal stylist.  

You watched him with a smile resting on your face as he hummed quietly, raking through your clothes. “What about this one mummy,” D’artagnan asked, pulling out a jumpsuit. He held up the hanger and twisted it around in his fingers, making the pants of the jumpsuit swish around. He giggled quietly, distracted by the way the pants flurried about. “Its pretty and if Calum tries to play soccer against you, you can still beat his butt.”

“I like the way you think,” you giggled as you took the outfit from him before kissing the crown of his head. You guided him out of your closet and closed the door behind him, changing into the jumpsuit. When you walked back into your room you could see D’artagnan had made himself comfy on your bed.

“How are you gonna do your hair? I think you should leave it how it is naturally, its super pretty that way.” He sat up and looked in your direction, giving you the same cheeky smile Calum tends to give you, “and I think Cal likes it like that.”

“Is that so?” You laughed at his sudden maturity. It was like as soon as he learned about your date with Calum, he had aged mentally. “What’s all this about Bub?” You looked at him in the mirror.

He shrugged and smiled, “I just like seeing you happy.” Your heart melted at his words. He was always looking out for you, always being your little rock through thick and thin.

“Aw Bub,” you cooed as you made your way over to him. You pulled him into a hug, cradling the back of his head like you did when he was a baby, and kissed the crown of his head. “I’ll always be happy as long as I have you and I know you’re okay.” You pulled away, cupping his chubby cheeks in your hands, “I love you more than anything in the universe.”

“I love you too Mummy,” he gushed, reverting back to his usual self. “Calum texted you, he asked if you can meet him at his house,” D’artagnan reported since you were busy styling your hair.

“Can you tell him I’ll be there in a couple of minutes?”

D’artagnan nodded as his thumbs typed away. “Do you like Calum?” You smiled shyly and nodded.

“Yeah, I um, I like him a lot. Don’t tell him, but I might even more than like him. Why’d you ask?” He shrugged and stared at his swinging feet. “Tell me D” you coaxed him, climbing onto the counter to sit next to him.

“Do you like my Dad?” He mumbled his words while looking at his feet. You sighed and processed how to answer his question.

“I did.”

“Did you love him?” He asked, finally looking up at you.

”I loved him a lot before we had you,” you replied without really thinking. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth slightly as you cursed yourself for the way you worded your response.

“Do you think you would still be with him if you didn’t have me?” D’artagnan’s voice cracked as he asked the question, each word that left his mouth becoming less audible. His gaze fell back down to his swinging legs as he faked a cough.

“Hey,” you cooed, immediately dropping everything in your hands. “I don’t want you to think your Dad and I broke up because of you, okay?” You lifted his chin so you could look in his eyes. “We loved each other a lot, but we just realized we were too different. We were young and still thinking about what we wanted. I wouldn’t change anything, baby. I might’ve broken up with him, but he also helped me find a love so much greater.”

“But what if you and Calum break up?”

Your heart shattered at the thought. “Then I’ll still have my everything right here,” you croaked, kissing his forehead. You took in a deep breath and decided to change the topic, “what’s up with these questions?”

“I dunno. I just thought maybe I was the reason you didn’t already have some like Calum in your life. I saw pictures of you and dad before me and you looked so happy and then...” his voice trailed off.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around him, “it’s not your fault we broke up and it never will be. The thing is, you’re gonna go through life and love a bunch of people in a bunch of different ways. I don’t ever want you to blame yourself for it not working out. Sometimes their love is there just to help you grow.” D’artagnan nodded, wiping his tears before they fell. “Come on, why don’t we go watch some tv and cuddle? Calum can wait,” you smiled softly before picking him up and walked to the living room. D’artagnan cuddled against you, watching The Grim Adventures Of Billy and Mandy. You kept your attention on him, rubbing his back, watching him chuckle every now and then. After about two episodes you heard his breathing turn into soft snores. You carefully escaped his grip- tidying the house up before picking him up and leaving.

“Sorry, I’m just now leaving the house,” you told Calum once you dropped D’artagnan off at Jamie’s house.

“No worries my love. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, um, everything is alright. Do you still want me to meet you at your house?”

“Yeah, I’m still here, I thought we could skip past the pg part of our date,” he chuckled through the line. You could already see the shit-eating grin plastered on his face, knowing he tickled himself with his own joke. Without another word you rolled your eyes and hung up with a lazy smile.

“Such a romantic date,” you teased Calum, looking around at the scattered boxes in his home as he let you inside. “I can really see how this isn’t pg, definitely pg-13 at least,” you continued, observing the room more.

“What? Were you expecting a super nice dinner, maybe some rose petals on a bed?” He asked sarcastically, shaking his head. “Rookie Mistake, Y/l/n,” Calum chuckled. He made a quiet tisking noise as you walked over to him.

“You’re right, Hood, I should’ve known better,” you played along. You bit your lower lip, unable to contain your smile forcing its way out. Calum closed the distance even more as more chuckles fell from his lips. SLowly his hands wrapped around your hips, holding them securely as he kissed you gently. “You could’ve just asked if I would help you pack,” you whispered against his lips.

“I could’ve, but I would get the same answer either way.”

“Someone is awfully cocky today,” you pushed him away playfully, seeing his eyebrow raise mischievously and his mouth open to reply. “You better have an amazing date to make up for it” you giggled, cutting him off. Pulling your hair out of your face, you knelt down and began packing things up in his living room.

“Trust me, it’s pretty great if I do say so myself,” he beamed proudly, helping you pack up the things in his living room.

“Greater than packing up your house?” You glanced over your shoulder to watch his reaction, holding back from giggling at your little quip.

Calum laughed and looked over at you, “almost as great as knowing I’m moving in with you and D’artagnan.”

A blush crept onto your cheeks at his words. You turned back around, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “I’ll hold you to that babe.”

“Trust me, it’ll knock your socks off, maybe even more than just your socks,” he continued to try to convince you.

“Knock my sock off? What are you my dad now?” You asked, purposefully ignoring the last addition to his comment.

“Daddy, maybe, but ‘dad’- no way,” he replied coolly. You gasped and whipped around to look at him, your cheeks practically as red as a clown’s nose. You grabbed the pillow beside you and chunked it at him, trying to knock off the dorky yet proud grin resting on lips. “I was kidding baby,” he laughed as he caught the pillow with ease. “But if you throw something else at me I’m gonna make you regret it.”

You smiled mischievously, grabbing hold of the pillow you had just placed in a box, “you mean like this?” Without hesitation, you tossed it at him, giggling like a kid as he blocked it.

“Why you,”: he growled out with a small smile before running over to you. You squealed and made an attempt to get up and run, only to be stopped by the pile of his things you’d made around yourself. You laughed helplessly as he pinned you to the floor, one of his hands holding your’s above your head while his other tickled you mercilessly. “Say sorry.” You shook your head and squirmed beneath him. “Say it,” he insisted.

“Bite me,” you choked out in between your laughs.

“If you insist,” he smirked as he stopped tickling you. He brought his lips down to your neck and planted a soft kiss before gently nibbling on it. The hand he was tickling you with now rest on your side as he sucked and gently bit your neck.

“I was kidding,” you hummed, tilting your head up to give him more access. “Cally,” you breathed as he continued to kiss along your neck, his plump lips moving gracefully across your skin. His lips moved lower, following the crook of your neck and sliding out to your shoulder. Your jaw went slack as you focused on the butterflies each kiss caused. The feeling of his lips, his body pressed against yours, his firm grasp on you, everything about the moment drove you wild. A soft moan fell from your lips causing Calum to stop and look at you.

“That was the first time I’ve heard you moan,” he smiled with a dazed look in his eyes. “Damn that was fucking beautiful, it was like a melody,” he gushed, beaming like a kid on Christmas. You giggled shyly and wiggled your hands underneath his grip, silently begging for him to let them go. “I hope it won’t be the last time I hear it.”

“I promise it won’t,” you cooed as he finally let go of your hands. “But if you keep this up we won’t be going on our date.” As if it were second nature your hands found themselves resting against his warmth, one hand on his chest while the other held him close by the bicep. He giggled and nodded, kissing you once more before climbing off of you.

“Tempting, but I have special things planned for tonight,” he smiled before kissing you once more. “We’re definitely gonna finish this later though, with your permission of course.”

“Definitely.”

[stardusttrashed]

Football Coach Part 10

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Word Count: 1015

D’artagnan waved shyly before hiding his face in Calum’s neck. He snuck glances at her from time to time, immediately hiding again every time she looked at him.

You chuckled while patting his back, “it’s okay bub, you don’t have to be shy.” Even with you trying to coax him he still held onto Calum tightly.

“Yeah, don’t worry, she’s cool… sometimes,” Calum chuckled, glancing at Mali who smirked and rolled her eyes at his comment. “She’s my big sister bub,” he continued to explain as he rubbed D’artagnan’s back. “She flew in all the way from Australia to come to spend some time with me.”

D’artagnan’s head popped up and he glared at Calum, “What? I didn’t know you had a sister. Why didn’t you tell me?” He huffed in an offended tone. He looked back and forth between both of them, not waiting for a response- a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “She looks a lot like you, except she’s really pretty” he mumbled to Calum, just barely loud enough for anyone else to hear.

“Awh thank you little one,” Mali cooed, patting his back gently. “You’re very handsome too,” she smiled tenderly, hoping to get him to warm up to her. He returned with a small hesitant smile, his arms loosening around Calum’s neck.

You smiled and gently pulled D’artagnan out from Calum’s arms, holding his long yet short frame close to you. “We’re gonna head to the car,” you announced, subtly trying to give him time alone with his sister.

Calum bit his lip and looked over at you, his eyebrows furrowed together. “No. Don’t go, please. She’ll bully me without you here,” he protested, making no attempt to hide his obvious excuse to keep you by his side. You raised an eyebrow in reply with an amused smirk on your lips.

“I could bully you now if I wanted to,” She quipped, crossing her arms over her chest.

“And how do you know that wasn’t my plan” you added.

“What is this pick on Calum day” Calum huffed as he asked, dramatically sighing. You giggled quietly, finding his child-like fit adorable especially since his cheeks seemed to get just a little bit bigger.

“I thought that was every day” D’artagnan chimed in making you and Mali laugh.

“Wow, even my little buddy is picking on me” Calum pouted. You chuckled at how adorable his pout was which only made him start to pout more.

“Aw, are my little baby brother’s feelings hurt,” Mali said in mock baby talk while pinching his cheek. Her smile was the same as Calum’s, it demanded those around to join in, brightening the world even for just a split-second.

“You know what I’m done being bullied. I’ll meet you two at the restaurant” Calum said as he began to walk away, all the light in his eyes gone.

“Aw don’t be like that Hood.” You placed D’artagnan down and jogged over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. You rested your forehead against his spine, allowing the tip of your nose to just barely touch his back. “Today is your special day so I’ll give you a break.”

“Promise?” He turned in your arms so he could face you. His hand rested on your hip while his other hand gently lifted your chin until you were looking him in the eyes.

“I promise baby,” you smiled softly before pecking his lips, momentarily forgetting about the other two people around as you looked into his eyes.

“Does that mean you’ll pay for my dinner too?” Calum wiggled his eyebrows as a playful smirk appeared on his lips.

“Those words never came out of my mouth!” You raised your hand to his chest and pointed at him in a warning manner.

“Pretty sure they did,” he chuckled as he completely ignored your finger.

“In your dreams Hood,” you scoffed before rolling your eyes.

Calum frowned, “All I wanted was for my amazing beautiful girlfriend to buy me dinner for once.” He removed his hand from your chin and wrapped it around yours. “I even wished that as soon as I woke up. But fine, I guess I won’t have the best day ever.” He looked at you with his big brown doe eyes that made you turn into putty in his hands, slightly sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.

You raised your eyebrows and smirked,” wow,” you stretched out the vowel in exaggeration. “Who knew you were such an adorable actor, definitely gonna write the people in charge of the Oscars and tell them how much you deserve one.” Calum giggled, the tip of his ears turning a light shade of pink. “I guess I’ll buy you dinner tonight.” Calum cheered and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up.

“You’re the best girlfriend ever” he shouted excitedly before planting a kiss on your cheeks.

You somehow managed to fake some sort of confidence despite being embarrassed, “I know”. You both laughed as he set you down, letting Mali and D’artagnan catch up with you before leaving the stadium.

You had all drove back to your house, figuring it would be better to all just ride to the restaurant together. Calum had agreed to drive, so you let Mali sit in the front seat while you and D’artagnan sat in the back. You and D’artagnan found that talking to her was almost as effortless as it was with Calum. There was something about her that just made the both of you feel completely at ease around her, almost like you had known her for years. She was so welcoming and open with you and D'artagnan that you were taken aback. You always assumed that once you started dating again that there would be some hesitation or tension in the air from their family, but there was none of that with Mali. You wrote off her and Calum’s bubbly approachability as something that ran through the Hood family. Her and Calum were so similar yet entirely different people and it somewhat amazed you.