#louis tomlinson x you

[daisyblog]

Too Young

Summary: YN and Louis have known each other since 2010 when YN's twin brother, Harry, was put into a band with Louis and three other boys when they auditioned for The X Factor. But what will happen after one drunken night and a positive pregnancy test?

Faceclaim: Adelaide Kane

TikTok:

Arthur Went Viral A fan made a TikTok of Arthur at Louis and Harry’s shows.

2014:

One Night The night that changed YN and Louis lives.

I Won’t Give Up Louis finds out YN is pregnant at his Mum's wedding.

Protective Harry finds out YN is pregnant, with Louis baby.

2015:

Son YN and Louis welcome their baby.

2016:

Birthday It's Arthur's first birthday.

2023:

Family Louis, YN and Arthur celebrate Christmas and Louis Birthday.

2024:

Olive Louis, YN and Arthur meet Olive.

Birthday Celebrations YN turns 30.

Brother Arthur finds out he’s going to be a brother.

[justmeinatree]

04 - How Good We Have It Though

Summary : part 4 to Let Passion Get Too Much … niall x louis x reader threesome

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, double penetration, creampie, choking, pussy slapping, subspace

Word Count : 4.5k

GIFs : unknown - msg for credit

it was a fluke really. you don’t remember the last time you had the confidence to blurt out that you clearly wanted sex. with your best friend, no less. but also to just have the guts to lay it all out on the table. 

it must have been the weed. at least, that’s what you’ll blame it on later if they ask. either way, you don’t think they’ll be too hung up on it. especially since they currently both have their cocks nestled tightly into your cunt.

“so, do we have to wait for some kind of event ?” you blurted out earlier that night, curled up with niall on the couch, louis sitting sideways on the armchair, legs thrown over the side. 

you’d started noticing a few weeks ago that your joint smoking sessions had gotten much more frequent. almost as if the three of you were just looking for an excuse to be in the same room, probably in a pointless attempt to see if anything would happen. truthfully, you were all too scared to make the first move. 

but you were absolutely over it, and honestly the entire thing was just getting stupid. so you used the courage, or more like lack of care to anyone’s reaction, thanks to the second joint you were smoking, to speak up.

“what are you talking about ?” niall asks, eyebrows furrowing slightly, leaning his head against yours, still in a cuddle.

“to fuck,” you explain pointedly, “the three of us. do we really need some kind of event ?” 

niall and louis exchange glances, something you can tell is happening, even from the crook of niall’s neck. so you pull away from him, sitting yourself comfortably to face them both. 

“can’t we ?” you ask softly, looking over them. “we all love it, right ? we’ve all said so time and time again.”

“yeah,” louis’ quick to jump in, nodding, “s’the best really,” he agrees, looking over at niall’s expression, not wanting to cross any sort of line with him.

“you gotta know i love it,” niall laughs, nodding towards louis, “only one that can make me cum when m’drunk apparently.”

“bad luck for the irish man, innit ?” louis chuckles, shaking his head and taking a big breathy sigh, adding more seriously, “feel like there’s gotta be some rules now.” because he’s not exactly that naive. as much as he can tell himself that there’s nothing better. that you two love him just the same. always have. that you’re all in this for a good time. at the end of the day, louis is the outsider in this agreement. he’s not the one that gets to call either you nor niall, his. 

niall looks over at you, having a silent conversation with your eyes, niall speaking up, “if we’re including louis, s’only when we’re all here. one on one feels like crossing a line.”

you nod, reaching for niall’s hand, giving it a squeeze, and pecking his lips, louis adding, “that’s fair, don’t wanna be fucking up anyone’s relationship.” and it’s true. he’d absolutely hate himself if he was the cause for any trust issues between you and niall. or worse, the cause of a failed relationship/friendship.

“can i-“ you cut yourself off, sighing, “look, what happens between us, stays between us right ?” you ask. “i mean like, we can totally trust each other.”

“course petal,” niall coos, giving your thigh a squeeze, looking over your face, trying to figure out where you’re going with this. because not once, in the decade you’d been dating, have you ever mentioned any lack of trust.

“you know you can trust me, lovely,” louis hums, “where’s this coming from ?”

“no,” you furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head, because they got it all wrong, “m’not talking about me. look, you both have talked with me. and truth is, you both feel the exact same way about what we do and how it makes you feel.”

and with that, the energy in the room shifts. like all the air around you has just gotten incredibly heavy. like a balloon being pushed to its limits, waiting for the pressure to make it all pop.

a moment later, louis lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head playfully, “christ, really gonna back us into that corner ?”

“it had to be said,” you shrug, looking between them innocently. you didn’t want to ruffle feathers, or make anyone uncomfortable. not that there was really any reason to be. but, that truthfully wasn’t your intention. if this was going to work, you all had to be honest with each other. open about feelings and such. “you both need to understand that it’s okay. of course it feels good. it’s supposed to feel good. and i know it may be a bit weird to cross this line. but, it’s okay. you really don’t have to hide it from each other.”

then louis got up from his chair, and waltzed over to plant the hardest, hottest kiss you’d ever been privy to witness, smack on niall’s lips. a moment later, as niall gives in, his hands reached out to grip into louis’ shirt, tugging him closer. 

it was followed by a mess of clothes being strewn about the house, limbs tangled together and stumbling up the stairs, foregoing the convenience of the couch for the comfort and spacing of niall’s bed.

the air around you was thick with lust, want, need. and it took over the blurriness of it all, as you all settled into each other, hands roaming bodies, tongues licking heated skin, teeth nipping, mouths sucking, it was all a whirlwind in your mind, too much to focus on properly.

but now, with your hips straddling louis’, his prick nestled deep inside you, you could feel niall’s length bobbing against your bum from behind you. “m’not prepped,” you murmur, your head tipping back against niall’s shoulder, your body stretched, exposed to louis’ wandering eyes.

niall’s hands fall on your breasts, softly kneading your skin, avoiding your nipples entirely as a form of teasing, “m’not going there,” he hums against your ear, loud enough for louis to hear as well. “wanna feel both of you tonight,” he adds, eyes looking over your body to catch louis’, as the tip of his member slides lower, resting against your heat and the base of louis’ cock. “got room for one more in there ?”

“always for you,” you keen, muscles relaxing comfortably, as niall’s fingertips leave your breasts, gliding down your tummy, stopping to swirl around your bellybutton, slowly dipping down over your mound, towards your clit.

“always so wet,” niall mewls, his mouth instantly attaching to your neck, his body taking over.

“she’s fuckin soaked, mate. you’ll slide right in,” louis breathes, making a quick groan rumble from niall’s chest, tickling the skin on your neck, as his fingers pick up the pace, rubbing over your sensitive button softly but with purpose, distracting you from the slight pained stretch of his cock joining louis’.

you hiss, breath cut off from your lungs, as your pussy gives way, the tip of niall’s cock breaching your centre. and just as louis said, his dick glides right in, eliciting a loud moan from you, louis’ eyes rolling back, head falling to your chest. 

his tongue darts out, licking your nipple into his mouth, almost purring around it. instinctively, his hands leave your hips, one of them smoothing up your side, gripping your shoulder from behind, the other wrapping its way around niall’s hips, pulling you all flush together, smothering you in a louis/niall sandwich.

“can feel your cock so fuckin well,” niall groans, rolling his hips experimentally for the first time since being smooshed inside you. “fuck,” he murmurs to himself, rutting into you with more purpose, “fuck, your prick feels so fuckin good in there, louis.”

“christ, you’ve got to learn to shut up,” louis growls, his head lifting from your chest, lips smothering niall’s in a desperately heated kiss. 

with your head leaned back against niall’s shoulder, you peer up at them, hearing their soft mewls and deep grunts, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the most gorgeous view before you. with louis’ neck stretched, your mouth reaches forward to trail soft kisses against his stubbly skin, feeling the bob of his throat as he swallows down niall’s moan. 

as niall’s brain catches up to louis’ words, his eyebrows furrow momentarily, biting into louis’ lip to slow the kiss, “fuck are you on about ?” niall hums into his mouth.

“when you talk,” louis admits, lips ghosting over niall’s as he speaks, “get me so fuckin worked up,” he explains, hand reaching up to grip into the nape of his mate’s neck, fingers tangling with niall’s soft hair, pressing their mouths together again. 

you feel your skin getting increasingly prickly, listening to them talk, the way they speak to each other, the way their bodies react without much realization on either of their parts. how niall’s cock gave a particularly hard thrust at louis’ revelation. 

“tell him,” you murmur breathily, head tipping back against niall’s neck again. “tell him what gets you worked up.”

“feeling you,” niall sighs without much thought, any concerns washed away the moment your little conversation happened earlier. “knowing it’s you. i don’t know. just fuck, feeling you.”

“s’that so ?” louis hums around a smirk, ecstatic to find out he’s not the only one with a weakness, something he’s definitely going to use to his advantage now. right now, apparently, as his hips roll in a way that lines up his prick with your sweet spot, while also gliding along niall’s entire length. 

you breathe around a moan, your body falling forward towards louis’ once again, elbows resting on his shoulders for support, hands tangling into his soft hair, mouth colliding with his. 

at the same time, niall’s hands instinctually reach forward, nails leaving indents into louis’ skin, gripped on his hips, “fuckin christ lou, gonna make me cum like that.”

louis smirks against your lips, rolling his hips in the same way, feeling the tremble work its way through your body, niall’s grip tightening as groans rumble from his chest, eyes rolling back, breathy moans echoing through the bedroom.

“looks like m’getting both of you, hmm ?” louis mumbles, continuing his rhythm, enthralled by both of your reactions, egging him on to just keep going.

you bite into louis’ lip, whimpering louder, the fullness of their cocks, the constant bumping into your sweet spot, your skin’s prickling fiery heat, fuck you were going to cum too if he kept this up.

before you quite had the chance,  thanks to a particularly slow, purposeful thrust, rolling louis’ cock against niall’s, tip catching on the head of his member, niall’s muscles seemingly crumbling, gasping, “christ, gonna make me cum louis. fuck.” 

louis hadn’t really planned on doing it again, but the way niall just spoke, the desperation, the pleasure, the rawness seeping from his voice, he couldn’t help it. it just happened. and niall was cumming.

“fuck, yes. like that louis, just fucking like that-“ niall cuts himself off, gasping for air, as he literally feels the spasming of louis’ cock, bursts of hot cum joining his, filling you up more than you ever knew possible. and it was a fucking mess. 

you were so full, so fucking full, dripping down onto louis’ thighs, the moment you’d just been privy to, playing like a tape in your mind, with the mix of their pants, their grunts in your ears, and their touches and their small ruts and the final little blurbs of cum, and christ it was so fucking good.

your cunt clamps down on their members, a body wretching shiver running through you, whiny moan bubbling from your lips, your head falling back to niall’s shoulder, body stretched, limp, exposed.

it was so fucking much. your head was already fuzzy, your body was already overheated, your cunt was already spasming so hard. and now everything was tenfold. you were panting to catch your breath, louis’ hands tracing soothing patterns on your thighs, niall’s fingers gliding all over your body, your arms, your chest, your breasts, your stomach. he knew. he always knew. christ you loved him. 

it was far from the first time that you were slipping into subspace, something that niall was now expert in. something that made you infinitely more comfortable doing so. knowing wholeheartedly that you were taken care of. that you were safe. 

and on the other hand, knowing exactly what makes you tick. knowing exactly how to keep you floaty, how to make you feel incredible, how to push you to your limit without crossing any sort of line.

you were so relaxed, so blissful, their fingers gliding deliciously, softly, random patterns, working you down until your breathing had returned to normal. as normal as it could be with two cocks still stuffed deep inside you. although not as hard as they once were.

“you ever going to admit that watching us together gets to you ?” louis hums quietly, not wanting to startle you, but needing an answer anyway. especially considering the secrets you forced out earlier. it’s a pattern he’d noticed, and he was ready for you to admit it.

you hum, a smile gracing your lips, nodding as you bite your lip, “mhmm, s’so fucking good. i’m so lucky. so fucking lucky.”

louis’ hands leave your hips, roaming up your sides, swirling around your breasts, watching the shiver follow along with his touches, fingers finally closing around your nipples, pulling on them, forcing you to lift your body from its perch against niall, bringing you forward to land right on louis’ lips. 

one of his hands traces up to your neck, his palm resting against your jaw, fingertips tangled into a grip at your scalp, holding you tightly as he kisses you, hard. his other hand, still on your breast, thumb lightly flicking your nipple, before gripping it again. “m’the lucky one. privy to this. to you two. fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head, nose bumping against yours, pressing his lips to yours again, feeling niall’s breath against his cheek. 

louis turns his head, niall’s mouth waiting for his, a quick, breathless kiss, niall’s teeth sinking into the plushness of louis’ lower lip, tugging with purpose, to watch it snap back into place.

“help me make her squirt,” niall hums, smirking at louis, “think she deserves it.”

niall leans your body back against his, using your pliancy to his advantage tonight, exposing you once again, giving a proper squeeze to your tits, hands gripping and massaging their way down your sides and your stomach, to your hips, and then disappearing completely. 

and then landing a solid slap to your clit.

you whimper out loudly, your pussy clenching hard on their pricks, gaining a breathy moan from louis, “fucking christ, i should have known,” he fixes his gaze to your cunt, watching in awe, “this make you squirt, love ?”

without giving you an opportunity to answer, in words that is, niall lands another spank, directly on your clit. and another. and another. and one more, only this time, significantly harder than the rest. and it was followed by a loud gasping mewl, and a gush of warm liquid cascading onto louis’ lower half. 

you were slipping further with every single slap that landed on your sensitive button. the painful sting, quickly followed by a rush of pleasure. one that spread like an electric zap through your entire being.

louis groans, watching you, watching the way niall’s taking care of you, watching the drip drip dripping of your cunt, feeling the clench, feeling the tip of niall’s fingertips against the base of his cock with every spank. fuck. he’s getting hard again.

“my turn to get both of you,” niall chuckles breathily, feeling louis’ prick harden again.

both of their members were stiffening, chubbing up and stretching your inner walls all over again. “getting yourself too,” louis mumbles, moaning softly around every clench of your pussy.

niall lands a particularly hard slap, the echo of skin hitting wet skin reverberating through the bedroom, another strong spurt of arousal leaving your cunt, body trembling against niall’s.

“fuckin hell,” louis groans loudly, watching your face, watching your cunt, watching your body, christ he didn’t know where to keep his eyes, “might actually cum again, fuck.”

“do it,” you whine, “please, please, fuck, please, do it. wanna be so full, so fucking full of both of you.” you were slightly incoherent, babbling over and over again, so lost in them. lost in how fucking perfect they managed to make you feel. both of them. together.

“can you ?” louis asks niall breathily, sitting himself back up straighter, his cock painfully hard, used, weepy, and yet screaming for another orgasm.

“can’t imagine another outcome right now,” niall rasps chestily, “s’so fuckin tight, louis.” because it was, somehow, tighter than before. did they grow thicker ? were you spasming harder ? did they cum that much ?

and fuck, they were really contemplating filling you up more. cumming in you a second time. mixing more into you, adding on to what was already smothered inside you. it was fucking filthy.

niall wanted it. fuck it, he was greedy. and you were in such a giving mood whenever you were in this state. besides, his prick was screaming for relief and he needed to do something more to reach it. so he grasps louis’ wrist and brings it to your exposed neck, louis’ fingers wrapping expertly around your throat. 

your muscles instantly go limp, breathing coming in small pants, your brain floated so high up above you, skin prickling with need and want and heat, every primal bone in your body taking over.

you could feel the roughness of the callouses on niall’s fingertips, stroking gently over and over and over and over your clit, in persuasive circles. you could feel the tightness in the grip of louis’ hand, wrapped deliciously around your throat, stopping the airflow from reaching your brain, somehow sending you floating even higher than you already were.

your thighs began to tremble, finding it increasingly harder to hold yourself up, gasping breaths coming out in small pants between the squeezes around your neck. and with niall’s cock starting to rut into you, your body gave out, falling limp against louis, the force sending him down as well.

his grip falls from your throat in the process, louis’ lips immediately suctioning to yours, starting to lose himself with the new constant slow, deep thrusts of niall’s length, rutting up against his own.

but niall needed to cum again, his prick was spent, crying out for this tight fit to reach its end. although he loved this, loved being stuffed side by side with louis into your most beautiful, willing, sopping hole, it’s all starting to teeter on painful.

he reaches forward, his hand looping around your throat, picking you back up by your neck, leaning you against his body for support.

a loud whimpery moan gets caught in your throat, eyes rolling back as you get pulled and positioned however they want, the new angle bumping niall’s cock so deliciously inside you.

“cum for us,” niall rasps in your ear, his other hand landing a final, swift smack to your clit.

your cunt instantly clamps down on their cocks, a mess of arousal and orgasms, gushing from your destroyed pussy, dripping down to the already soaked mattress beneath louis’ hips.

you could barely hear them groan and moan as they came, your ears ringing so loudly. but you could feel everything. absolutely everything. right down to the microscopic indents that are your fingerprints. everything just felt. the overbearing fullness inside you with the numerous loads of cum. the stretch to accommodate both their cocks. the soft gliding of fingertips on your throat, on your thighs and hips. the gentle puffs of air against your cheek and shoulder.

the calling of niall’s voice reached you first, with comforting pecks of his lips against the side of your neck, right close to your ear, “gotta slip out, petal. s’too much,” he murmurs breathily, almost painfully so, as his prick is slowly slipped out from you. and it made you crumble.

the sudden loss of fullness, the sudden gush of everyone’s highs running down your thighs, causing a whiny hiss to leave your lips, as your muscles collapse, making you fall forward towards louis again.

you barely register louis’ question, “are you alright, love” falling on deaf ears, your body simply taking over. arms wrapped around his neck, forehead resting against his, slotting your lips together in a slow, heated kiss.

it felt different. louis couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it was definitely different. it wasn’t sexually charged, it wasn’t excitement, it wasn’t teasing. it was so soft. so fucking soft. and gentle, and smooth, and slow, and loving. it was passionate. and it felt wrong ?

louis’ lips leave yours momentarily, his forehead resting against yours, eyes flicking over to the side, catching niall’s, who’s now sitting next to the both of you, fingertips grazing soothingly along your back.

niall catches his gaze, offering him a small smile, “y’alright ?”

“this feels-“ louis cuts himself off, unsure of how to put it to his best friend. your boyfriend. fuck.

“s’okay,” niall nods, louis quickly cutting him off, “but ni-“ and louis gets cut off by a small chuckle coming from his mate.

“s’alright lou, she needs you right now,” niall murmurs, noticing louis’ eyes close as your lips make their way back to his. “she trusts you, mate,” he continues, “and she loves you tons. and i know you trust and love her too. and you know i do too. m’right here, s’okay.”

and so, with permission from his best mate, louis lets himself fall into it. lets himself take advantage of this time with you. lets himself feel some of the emotions he’s tucked very far away, under lock and key. lets his fingers map out every inch of your skin. lets his lips eagerly suck up the tenderness of the moment. lets his tongue smooth over your tiny squeaks. 

without taking much notice, your hips started to grind slow circles, still seated comfortably on louis’ cock.

“can’t possibly want more,” niall murmurs next to you, shamelessly enjoying the view, noticing the movement in your hips.

“s’nice,” you answer, lips ghosting louis’ own, as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, holding you into position, halting your movements.

“i can’t lovely,” he whispers, his forehead resting against your own, eyes peering into yours as he speaks, “m’sorry, s’too much.”

he notices the slight disappointment etch itself into your features. a look on your face, he never wants to see again. especially knowing he’s the cause. so he kisses over the edges of your lips, turning them back up. kisses over the small patch of skin between your eyebrows, lessening the furrows. kisses over the corner of your eyes, relaxing the creases, murmuring as he goes, “beautiful girl, so fucking good for us, you perfect girl.”

“c’mon, pet,” niall whispers, his hands on your hips, helping you lift yourself from your seat on louis’ prick, laying you down comfortably next to him.

louis sits himself up more, looking over your spent body, trying to control the bursting in his heart at the moment he just experienced with you. watching the dips in your skin, all of them etched to his memory from his touchy escapade just minutes ago. 

niall’s eyes are zeroed in on your cunt, your legs spread wide, pussy heated, and throbbing, welcoming the cool air in the room, too far gone to be embarrassed.

his mouth waters at the sight, wanting nothing more than to soothe you in a way you both revel in. “can i ?” he mumbles, knowing that you understand what he’s implying. it sure wasn’t the first time.

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding, your body relaxing at the mere thought.

niall notices the questioning glance louis is shooting him, giving him a smirky nod towards your cunt, “s’for comfort. nothing more.” and that’s the only explanation he gives before dipping down, tongue taking a slow, tentative lick through your folds.

a tremor works its way through you, your cunt so overly used. and yet, you couldn’t imagine anything feeling better. it was so soft, so smooth, so sweet, so caring. a stark contrast to the painful sting of pussy spanks, and being stretched and filled more than your body knew possible.

on instinct, your legs spread open wider, hips lifting only slightly in an effort to chase niall’s tongue. “s’my girl,” he murmurs with a smile, taking another soothing lick.

louis watches attentively, swallowing down the tiniest ping of jealousy at the words “my girl,” something else he will tuck away under lock and key and forget about entirely. he does wish to stay sane, and nothing about this random outburst of envious desire screams sanity. he’s never felt that with you or with niall, and he refuses it. he needs to. 

“never been one to turn down a taste,” niall hums, pulling louis from his intrusive thoughts. “everything alright tommo ?”

“yeah, yeah, m’fine,” louis smiles, shaking his head, quickly dipping down for a lick, scooping up the most delicious blend of cum he’s ever tasted. he’s starting to think it’s a sign. if the three of you taste so good, it must- no. fuck. fuck, no. it must nothing. 

“fuck, i love you,” niall murmurs, leaning over you to press his lips to yours, allowing you a bit of a taste as well. “you’re so fucking good for us.”

“perfect,” louis pipes up, eyes locking with yours for a moment, “she’s fucking perfect.”

Part 5

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[daaydreamy]

Louis telling yn he’d do anything to be with her

night out

summary: y/n drives louis home after having a few too many drinks. 

warnings: none. 

pairing: louis tomlinson x fem!reader

•••

“I’d do anything to be with you, Y/N.”

Y/N snorted as she took the keys out of the ignition, “You’re already with me, Lou.” She said before she left the car, going over to his side in case he fell out of the car and planted his face into the ground. She grasped his hand as he stumbled out of the car, as she thought he would, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist as extra support as he stood upright. 

“I’m fine.” He said dramatically and Y/N hummed, closing the car door as she led him to the front door, a hand placed on his lower back. 

“Please don’t throw up on me.” She said when Louis rested his head against her shoulder as he stood beside her, eyes starting to flutter as sleepiness took over his body. He snorted, almost toppling over, causing Y/N to nearly drop her keys as she swiftly put an arm around his waist. 

“How many drinks did you have? Jesus.” She chuckled, finally pushing the door open and closing it after Louis entered. 

“Just a few.”

“A few, sure.” She said and threw her keys onto the kitchen counter. “Let’s just get you to bed, yeah? Before you…” She trailed off, following behind Louis as they headed up the stairs. 

“Before I what? I’ve never thrown up.”

“Uh-huh.”

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[treatpeoplewithfanfiction]

Laughs and kisses

Louis Tomlinson x Reader

Drabble 

Warnings: Drunk talk

Author comments: Hello my loves, it’s nice to be back! Tonight I’m writing for you a little drabble with Louis and I hope you like it. Comments and reblogs are ALWAYS welcome and my ask box is open for talk and requests. English isn’t my first language so, please, be kind.

You walk through the door laughing and tripping over each other. He takes off the cap he’s wearing and tries to put it on the hook by the door, but it just falls to the floor, making you laugh even louder.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asks and you nod. "Come here..." he calls with his finger, but you just walk away.

"No way." you laugh and throw yourself on the couch.

"But I want to kiss," he says, making a pouting face.

"One kiss" you reply and he nods.

"Okay." He sits down on the couch and you settle into his lap, giggling in the messy way that is actually more like giggles and crooked kisses that end up on each other's chins and cheeks, but never on your lips.

"My mouth is... here," Louis points to his own lips.

"Wow, yeah, I can see it right... here..." You move onto his lap for the kiss and he groans softly.

"Can we sleep here tonight?" he asks, squeezing your ass.

You stand up, already frustrating him. "I want the bed, Lou, get up. You start to crawl into the bedroom and he follows you.

"How about some more kissing?" he asks.

You lie down on the bed, while Louis is still walking awkwardly around the room. "Well, for more kissing you have to come and get it. You have to come to me for kissing.”

"Yes ma'am" he mocks your request, stumbling over the sheet thrown on the floor and falling face-first onto the mattress. "Fuck, I think I'm drunk.”

"You think so?”

"Think what?" all you could do was laugh, he really was super drunk.

"We can do the Spider-Man kiss since you're already upside down the way you're lying on the bed," you say.

"No, you're upside down." He is stubborn, but before he can say anything else, you kiss him. It's a little awkward because he's really kind of upside down, but there's something fun about it. "I want to kiss you until dawn, can I?" he asks with a drunken, sleepy smile plastered on his face.

"You can kiss me as long as you want, babe," you reply, smiling too, knowing that the dawn Louis wanted would only be until you both fall asleep anyway.

[imagines-1directioner]

The Way I Loved You - with Louis Tomlinson

Situação: ex!namorado!Louis Tomlinson x Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 1475

Sinopse: Imagine baseado na música ‘The Way I Loved You’ - Taylor Swift

N/A: Trazendo uma das minhas canções queridinhas e transformando em história! Espero que gostem e me digam o que acharam

curte e reblogue o post para me ajudar 🫶

Ajeito meu cabelo pela quinta vez em menos de cinco minutos, sinal claro de nervosismo. Respiro fundo e fecho meus olhos, tentando conter seja lá qual fosse o sentimento que esmagava meu peito.

- Que porra tá acontecendo.. - falo sozinha enquanto chacoalho minhas mãos e pescoço na intenção de livrar a tensão do corpo. No segundo seguinte escuto a campainha e instantaneamente um sorriso brota em meus lábios pintados com um vermelho vivo e aveludado.

- Meu Deus.. como você consegue ficar mais bonita do que você já é? - o rapaz diz deslumbrado assim que abro a porta, com a bolsa já em mãos e envergonhada de certa forma. Ele sabia me deixar sem graça enchendo-me de elogios.

- Obrigada, babe. - sorrio e lhe dou um selinho rápido antes dele abraçar minha cintura, envolvendo a cabeça em meu pescoço para enfim deixar um beijo arrepiante ali.

- Que cheirosa!

- Graças ao perfume que me deu semana passada.

- Gostou dele?

- Uhum, combina comigo.

- Claro, você é perfeita. - novamente ele me tira um sorriso tímido e eu empurro-o devagar.

- Vamos embora antes que eu prefira ficar em casa com você do que ir ao aniversário da Janete.

Logan era incrível. Moreno alto, lindo, cabelo sedoso e com um aroma fantástico que eu tenho quase certeza ser o seu cheiro natural de tão perfeito que ele é. Ele é bom de papo, sensato, divertido e todas as minhas amigas solteiras têm inveja de me ver com esse homem. Estamos juntos há seis meses e é como se eu não pudesse pedir por nada melhor.

- Por favor, ‘Mademoiselle’. - assim como um cavalheiro, Logan abre a porta de seu carro para eu entrar.

- Merci, ‘Monsieur’. - sento no banco do passageiro e ele fecha a porta, dando um piscadela antes de realizar a ação.

- Sério, você está linda esta noite!

- Obrigada, amor. Você também está. - respondo o elogio acariciando seu rosto que foi comtemplado com um pequeno sorriso após meu ato carinhoso. Eu me sentia perfeitamente bem com ele.

Chegamos na casa de nossa amiga em comum cerca de dez minutos e logo nos enturmamos com os convidados que ali estavam. O jardim de sua casa nunca esteve tão cheio, e por mais que eu não conhecesse muitos dali, meus olhos fitaram uma pessoa em específica que me arrepiou dos pés à cabeça.

- Então ele realmente veio? - questiono Taylor, minha amiga mais próxima e confidente número um, enquanto meu olhar está fixo ao rapaz rindo a poucos metros de mim.

- A Jan deixou claro que ele vinha, S/A.

- Eu sei.. - suspiro fundo e bebo o final da minha cerveja. - É que sei lá.. tinha esperança dele não vir.

- Tem certeza? - ela pergunta sorrindo e eu franzo minha testa, não entendendo o que quis dizer. Ou querendo disfarçar que não sabia do que ela estava falando. - Vestida desse jeito? - a loira aponta para o meu vestido preto colado, que ia até um pouco menos que a metade da coxa, e que tinha um decote um tiquinho exagerado. Mas eu estava linda.

- Logan amou.

- E garanto que o Lou também vai.

- Para de graça, Taylor.

- Aqui está a garota mais linda do mundo! - de repente sinto alguém me abraçar por trás e sorrio quando vejo que é meu namorado. - Ela não está magnifica, Tay?

- E como! - minha amiga sorri.

- Amor, eu vou jogar uma partida de sinuca com os meninos ali na sala, tudo bem?

- Claro, meu bem.

- Não se importa de te deixar por alguns minutos?

- Vai se divertir, amor. Não nascemos grudados. - solto uma risadinha e ele ri também, dando-me um beijo na bochecha em seguida.

- Volto já. - assenti e vejo ele andando com pressa até a mesa de sinuca na sala de jantar de nossa amiga, rodeado de nossos amigos.

- Ele te ama demais, né? - confirmo arregalando os olhos. Esse amor tão forte as vezes me sufocava.

- Acho que o único defeito dele é ser tão perfeito.

- Como isso pode ser um defeito?

- Acredita que a gente não teve nenhuma discussão até agora? Ele nem mesmo sente ciúmes quando me visto assim. - dou ênfase na última frase deslizando as mãos sobre meu corpo.

- - Engraçado, você só ama aqueles que te magoam, não te dão valor.

- Ei, eu amo o Logan! - corto sua insinuação.

- Não como você amou o Louis.

- Opa, cheguei na hora certa! - atrás de mim surge uma voz familiar e milhares de borboletas adentram meu estômago.

- E eu estou de saída. - Taylor se afasta acenando, deixando-me “à sos” com meu ex namorado, de propósito obviamente.

- Posso saber por que meu nome estava no assunto de vocês?

- Nada não. - disfarço ao pegar outra cerveja no cooler azul ao meu lado.

- Tá bom.. - ele ri de forma irônica e bebe a long neck encarando-me com um sorriso cínico. - Então, já namorando?

- É sério que vai entrar nesse assunto?

- Quero ouvir da sua boca para finalmente acreditar.

- Estou. - digo de forma firme e fitando aqueles olhos azuis viciantes.

- Uau..

- Por que a surpresa?

- Porra, ainda pergunta? - Tomlinson responde de maneira indignada.

- Louis, eu não tô afim de brigar, muito menos aqui. - ele concorda e olha para os pés que percebo estar inquietos.

- Eu também não, só queria conversar, numa boa. Desculpe indagar assim. É que.. - ele suspirou nervoso e desconfortável. - Não tem nem um ano, S/N.

- E você queria o quê? Que eu ficasse todo esse tempo chorando e desiludida no fundo do poço? Minha vida pode andar sem você.

- Eu sei disso, mas ainda acho muito rápido a sua recuperação. A minha ainda nem acabou!

- Problema seu. - ser dura com ele na minha cabeça faria me sentir melhor, mas no segundo em que disse percebi que agir assim não combinava e nem me fazia bem.

- É, talvez a minha intenção de ser amigável não vai dar certo nunca. - minha consciência pesa e impeço-o de sair dali ao segurá-lo. E meu coração imediatamente acelera quando toco às mãos que me tocaram durante anos.

- Desculpa, tô na defensiva. - o rapaz assente. - Você me magoou muito, Lou.

- Não te culpo por agir assim. Sei que errei, e já pedi um milhão de desculpas.

- E eu aceitei todas elas.

- Por isso achei que estava tudo bem entre a gente.

- Desculpe.. vamos começar de novo. - olho em seus olhos e ele lança-me um sorrisinho. - Quer outra cerveja? - o moreno assentiu e então engatamos em uma conversa que durou três cervejas inteiras. Suficiente para me deixar mais a vontade e um pouco bêbada.

- Mas e aí, tá sendo bem cuidada?

- Até demais. - brinco com um tom de verdade.

- Jura?

- Ele é bem carinhoso, charmoso, cativante. - digo enquanto olhávamos Logan de longe, jogando sinuca.

- Parece mesmo.

- Ele respeita meu espaço e nunca me faz esperar. - mando uma indireta e Louis ri.

- Vai me alfinetar mesmo?

- E ele liga exatamente quando diz que vai ligar.

- Ah, qual é! Você odeia falar por ligação! - ele me arranca uma risada porque é verdade, não tenho paciência para ligações.

- De vez em quando é bom para matar a saudade.

- Quando eu viajava eu te ligava!

- Dizia que ia ligar e sempre esquecia. Não vamos mentir agora que estamos separados.

- Tá, tá, eu posso ter esquecido alguma vezes mas nunca foi por mal. - eu concordo enquanto bebo outro gole da bebida na garrafa. - E sua família gosta dele?

- Ele é bem próximo da minha mãe e fala sobre negócios com meu pai.

- Eu perguntei se eles gostam dele.

- Ainda é cedo para dizer. - Louis dá uma gargalhada vitoriosa.

- Admita, seus pais sempre me amavam.

- Até você quebrar meu coração. - o silencio predominou. Depois que o rapaz me traiu meus pais ficaram extremamente decepcionados.

- Sinto tanto por ter feito o que fiz com você.

- É, não foi nada legal… mas eu sinto falta de gritar e brigar com alguém, e depois se desculpar com um sexo de reconciliação. - ao tempo que falava memórias do que vive com Louis vinham em minha mente. - Sinto falta de fazer certas loucuras, de beijar na chuva, de sair escondido durante uma festa, de viajar de madrugada para uma praia paradisíaca. - olho para Tomlinson e vejo-o sorrir, provavelmente lembrando das cenas que comentava. - E são duas da manhã e eu estava amaldiçoando seu nome porque você esqueceu nosso aniversário de namoro, ou então porque me trocou por um jogo de futebol. - nego rindo e ele me acompanha. - Esse foi o jeito que eu te amei.

- Você só pode ser maluca em sentir saudade disso.

- Até agora estou tentando entender porque prefiro sentir que estou em uma montanha russa rápida do que não ter meu coração quebrado.

- Por que se sentia assim comigo?

- Porque você era louco, selvagem.. sinto falta disso, de viver um amor intenso. Depois do que vivi com você, o básico não me satisfaz mais.

- Então você não o ama?

- Amo.. mas não do jeito que eu te amei.

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[louistomlinsonswhore]

Saw you said you would write, I don't know if you are up for requests but If so then a filthy spicey one with reader×Louis×Andrew(Louis' opener on tour) would be Something to enjoy

《I would love to! I am 100% taking requests, i work best when i have people telling me what to write. I am definitely a follower, i could never be a leader.》

The drummer, the opener, and the music man.

Rating : Smut. Filthy. Nasty.

Summery : louis gets his opener and drummer high, but little does he know, their both horny highs.

Warnings : 18+ !!! Weed, sub (andrew) x sub (y/n) x dom (louis) , co-worker x co-worker x boss (technically), choking, smacking, edging, humiliation(if you squint really really hard), teasing, fingering, hair pulling, biting, creampie

Music -

Started with : habit - louis tomlinson

Ended with : always you - louis tomlinson

Its 3:00 am, and you guys just finished a show. You guys where in louis' hotel room, you and andrew on the couch while louis was on the bed relaxing. "Have you guys ever smoked weed?" Louis asks, as he pulled his tray out of his suit case, presumably to roll a joint. "yeah." You say, tucking your knees into your chest while rolling down the legs of your sweatpants. "I've never." Andrew mumbles embarrassed, and you giggle, shoving him with your foot lightly. "Ya wanna smoke with me?" Louis asks as he starts rolling the joint. "Sure!" You say, which convinces andrew to smoke as well, because he joins you on moving to sitting in front of louis. Once he finishes rolling, he lights the joint, puffing it and passing it to you. After a couple of passes, andrew starts shifting uncomfortably, which is quickly noticed by louis. "You ok, man?" Louis asks worriedly, and andrew nods quickly, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. You three finish the joint, you finally realize why andrew was so uncomfortable, but it was too late. Your core was throbbing and it didn't help that andrew obviously had a boner. "You guys alright?" Louis asks obliviously, and andrew nods, though his face doesn't show it. After a couple seconds, louis's eyes move from andrews face to his buldge, and he smirks. He stands up, leaning in between the two of you from behind. "its not nice to lie, you two." He grumbles, his grin obvious from his tone. "Both of you strip. I want you in your underwear and bra and at the top of the bed when i get back." He says, standing up to go lock the door. You both scatter of the bed, undressing quickly before climbing back on the bed, your backs against the headboard. "Obedient little fucks." He says, his voice low and his eyes dark. You whimper softly, smoothing your hands over your thighs. "Y/n. Underwear off." Louis demands, pulling andrew by the arm so his head is in between your thighs. Louis doesn't waste time pressing andrews mouth to your core, you hands quickly moving to andrews hair to tug on his short brown locks. Louis moves to boxing in andrews body as he kisses down his neck, than his back. "Doing so good..making her feel so nice." Louis coos, massaging andrews hips softly. "Ah!" You moan, pushing andrews head closer. "Don't hurt our boy, love..." louis says sweetly, before moving andrews head back just slightly, and moving up to kiss you. He kisses you lips lightly, licking your bottom lip, as if to instruct you to open your mouth, which you do. He slips his tounge in, his hand moving from your hip to unclipping your bra. He slides your bra off, moving your hands off andrews head so its off all the way. "There ya go, pretty girl. Your both doing so well. Handling each other so well." Louis mumbles, kissing your tits as he massages andrews head from all the hair pulling. "Andrew. Boxers love." Lou pulls andrews head away from you, as you lightly whimper from loss of contact. "Calm down, pup, you'll be fine." He says, pulling you onto his lap so you straddle him. You lightly grip at his shirt, and he smiles softly, pulling it off. Andrew crawls back on the bed and louis moves you from straddling him to you straddling andrew, your back against his chest. Andrews cock lightly brushed against your cunt, you head falling back on his shoulder as you bite his neck to silence you moans. "Go ahead andrew. Slip in, baby." Louis says, lightly pump andrew. Andrew slowly slides in, your breath picking up even more. Louis slips his jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers as he reaches for your hand and places it around his dick. "Good girl." He moans out as you start jerking him off. "Louis im gonna-" you say, but he just shushes you. "I know, sweetie...Let it happen love." He coos, and you nod, relesing soon after. Andrew cums right after you, his head hanging back and his eyes rolled to the back of him head. "You guys did so good- mhg!" Louis says, as he releses into your hand. Andrew slips out and louis leaves to get a wash cloth as you and andrew cuddle on the bed.

[moonncoffee]

Best friends, maybe more?

Louis Tomlinson x reader

summary : best friends with maybe a little more in the future

warnings: idk nothing? Cuteness i hope?

✦⋆⁺ ah this is my first time writing anything ever hehe I’d really like to get into writing and doing this and finding a community to become apart of here. I hope you enjoy! ✦⋆

You’ve been friends with Louis for a few years now. You met through friends and slowly started to get closer and just become best friends in the past year or so. You both opened up about life and everything you’ve both been through.

you became even closer friends with Louis just before he released his second album. you were there to help him through the recording processes and narrowing things down. Spending nights at his place and him at yours. Something about him made you feel so comfortable to be completely yourself around him. You felt alive.

you started to know everything about each other, you knew what to do and what to suggest when he was struggling with writers block and he was always there for advice for anything and everything. you’d bring him coffee to the studio when he was doing late night recording.

One night you were over at his house last week, in his lounge room sitting there on the couch talking about random stuff. When the subject of boyfriends came up.

Louis turned to you and ask “you never really like to me about boys huh” you went a bit flushed because the truth is no you didn’t. you’ve have relationships before even a few flings but not much of a dating life in the recent years. Busy with studying and social life. “I’ve had guys, just been more focused on myself recently” you say to him.

“Oh I’m not saying you’re lonely or anything was just wondering how things are going for ya” Louis smiles. “Well what about yourself, how’s your dating life Lou?” “I’m doing alrigh” he gave you a half smile.

you both smiled at each other like you were having some sort of silent conversation with your mind and eyes. some part of you was thinking maybe you’d both make a great couple, little did you know he was thinking the exact same thing.

[yourlocalsmutslut]

The high (pt.2)

pairing: Louis Tomlinson x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, swearing, praise kink

A/N: first time writing smut, so if it's shit, I'm sorry. Also it's not prof read.

The rest of the show felt like eternity. But the last song started playing. finally. Louis looks over at you with a face you've never seen. His eyes have darkened since the last time you've seen them, and you can't help but feel more turned on by it.

The song has ended and we are all saying our goodbyes to the fans. When walking off the stage you can feel Louis staring at you. Intensely. You're so worked up and Louis isn't helping one bit. All you want to do is jump on him and fuck him right here, not even caring if everyone sees. But you decide that maybe that's a bit too much. Just when you've calmed down a but Louis has the nerve to talk to you. "I can see how worked up you are. Just wait until I actually touch you, pretty girl", fuck. Now you're dripping. You have no clue how much longer you can last.

Louis sees the frustration and lust in your face and he enjoys it so much. He enjoys the way he can have you so hot and bothered by just a couple words. He can't help but smirk. And you see it. The smirk. The one that completely destroys you. shit. god, just touch me already, you think to yourself. "You're so hot when you're auroused", Louis whispers in your ear with a slutty tone. "Shut the fuck up", you reply, agitated. You're about 2 seconds from ripping his clothes off and he's not helping one bit.

Thank god you've just arrived at the hotel. finally. I can't wait t- "Hey, we're gonna hang out up in my room. Ya wanna come?" Liam interrupts your thought. Before you can process what he said Louis responds with "Nah man, I'm actually proper tired", yes. "How 'bout you, y/n?", Liam asks. "Mh, I'm exhausted, but we can hang out tomorrow !" "Alright, see you two tomorrow"

Louis and you walk to the elevator. Both of you step in and you press the number 3, indicating the 3rd floor. As soon as the door closes, Louis slams you against the elevator wall. fuck yes. "You've got me so worked up I can barely speak y/n", he says with a rushed voice. He wants you bad. Needs you. Craves you. He suddenly smashes his lips on yours. Your mouths combing. Moving in sync. Like this is how it's meant to be. You can't help but moan into the kiss when he sticks his tongue in your mouth. Roaming and exploring it like it's his property. He kisses down to your neck. Once he reaches it he sucks and bites. Marking you as his. He's an animal. "I need you in me. Please", you beg. And as soon as he was about to do something the elevator doors open.

He takes your hand and rushes to your room. The key card swipes and the door opens. And with that opens a hungry, deprived Louis. Without a second thought he pulls you to the bed. You're laying on the bed whilst he's towering over you. Kissing you. So hard. So hungry. Needy. It's everything you've ever imagined. He detaches his lips from yours. A whine slips from your mouth only making his hunger grow. "Clothes off. Now" You immediately start taking your clothes off, eager to feel him. Once you're fully naked he admires you. "God you're beautiful", making you blush. He swiftly takes his top off, allowing you to see his gorgeous body. You can't take it anymore. "please" you say with desperation. "Please what, baby?" you whine. "Use your words beautiful" this man is something else. "Please touch me. Fill me. Do anything. I just need you", you plead. "Oh, baby, I'm going to touch you everywhere" He takes his pants off. His hard dick more visible than ever.

He kisses you again. This one more passionate. Slower but just as good. He kisses your jaw, moving to your neck, down to your breasts. One he reaches your breasts he sucks your left nipple vigorously. As his tongue works on the left, his hands kneads the right. You moan at the feeling. But it's not enough. You need more. And just like he read you mind, he moves down. Right near where you need him most. He kisses your thighs. Slowly moving closer to your aching vagina. Then, without warning, he sucks on your clit. The unexpected feeling making you moan loudly. Your moans only turn Louis on more. He needs to hear it again. So he continues to work. Sucking and nipping at your clit. "Oh fuck baby. This f-feels so good", you barely manage to get the sentence out. Louis grunts. Loving the way he makes you feel. He slides his tongue across your folds. Tasting you. "You taste amazing", his words ringing in your ears. He sticks two fingers in you. The moan you let out echoing against the walls. "Fuck babe. Your pretty noises are making me so hard" You moan louder at the thought of his dick. He continues to pump his fingers in you, never slowing down. Hitting your g-spot every time his fingers thrust into you. You feel the familiar sensation in your stomach riding, indicating you're about to cum. Louis knows it by the way your pussy is clenching around his fingers. You moan out, "I'm about to come Louis" "I know, love. C'mon, give it to me." And with that you came undone. Your high hitting you. You moan and whine at the amazing sensation. Feeling so euphoric. Louis continues to pump his fingers into you, carrying you through your high.

Once you've calmed down he pulls his fingers out, making you whine. He kisses you and you're able to taste yourself on him. He using one hand to cup your face and the other to hold his body weight up. "You did so good f'me, love. Think you have another round in you?" You nod, unable to form words from his previous actions. "Good girl" He pulls his boxers down and you're finally able to see him. wow. He's bigger than you expected. Much bigger. "Take a picture, it'll last long" Louis says with a wink. Making you blush. You didn't even notice you were staring until he pointed it out. He leans over you and lines himself up with your entrance. Before he's able to enter, you cup his face and kiss him passionately. The kiss so breathtaking. He slowly slides into you making you moan into the kiss, allowing him to stick his tongue into your mouth. Once he bottoms out he slowly pulls out and then goes back in. "Fuck. Your pussy is so tight." He grunts, the feeling making him crazy.

Once you've adjusted to his size, the slow pace is agonizing. "Faster" Louis doesn't hesitate to go faster. He thrusts into you hard and fast. "Oh god!", you scream. Both of your curses and moans fill the room. He reaches down and rubs your clit. The sensation is building up in your stomach once again. Your pussy throbs and clenches onto his dick. Louis leans down and whispers praises into your ear. "You're doing so good." "You're so fucking beautiful like this", the praises only making your pussy flutter more. He continues to thrust hard into you as he sucks onto your neck. Leaving bruises. Marking his territory. With his pace it's only a matter of seconds until you cum again. Your moans and whines becoming louder. "Hold on babe, I'm almost there", he grunts into your ear. A few deep thrusts later and he says 'Now. Cum for me darling", the minute the words leave his mouth you come undone. Louis didn't cum too long after. Both of you reaching your highs. Louis slowed down as both of you settled down. He slowly pull out and flops next to you. Both of you in a hazy state. After a minute of laying there, Louis speaks up, "God, you're beautiful" You didn't even know he was looking at you because you're so fucked out. You turn to him flustered and kiss him. This kiss was much different. It wasn't needy, it was contentment. In that moment both of you know that you never want leave each others side.

[slaymybreathaway]

BEFORE US

[Louis Tomlinson x Female 1D member]

Warnings: cursing

Description: The moments of Louis and Y/n before they started dating 2010-2012]

Main Masterlist One Direction Masterlist

Everyone could tell that you liked eachother (even the fans)

Niall: Do you fancy y/n or do you just stare at her for the craic, like?

Louis: Fuck off, lad *leaves room*

Zayn: There's your answer, mate

Making up stuff about eachother in interviews

Interveiwer: What is the song 'Up All Night' about?

Y/n: It's about the time Louis watched 'Insidious' and he couldn't sleep because it was too scary for him

*All of the boys laugh except for Louis*

Louis: THAT WASN'T ME, THAT WAS NIALL

Niall: HEY!

X FACTOR VIDEO DIARIES!!!

Liam: We've had a question from Zouina and she wants to know who we'd most like to date in the house

*Liam, Zayn and Niall say their answers*

Louis: I don't want to say mine yet

Harry: uhhh, I don't know. Probably y/n I guess?

Y/n: aww Harry *ruffles his hair*

*Niall laughs at the death stare that Louis is giving Harry*

Louis: SHE'S MINE!!!!! ("jokingly")

Tropes

- Everybody knows except them

- He fell first, She fell harder

- Friends to lovers

Songs that Louis secretly wrote about you during this time:

One Thing (Up All Night, 2011)

"I've tried playin' it cool

But when I'm lookin' at you

I can't ever be brave

'Cause you make my heart race"

Last First Kiss (Take Me Home, 2012)

"We've been friends now for a while

I wanna know that when you smile

Is it me, yeah?

Are you thinking of me, yeah?"

Fake Tweets!!

Tweet one: cinema louis

Tweet Two: Tea

[theodorelore]

𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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[louismeanhoe]

imagine louis touching you under the covers during movie night

you’re watching an action movie together on the couch— one that you’ve never seen before— and he turned the volume down a little bit. at first it just doesn’t seem like anything because it was a bit loud, though then you fully noticed why.

he hugged your waist and pulled you closer to almost be on his lap, your thigh softly feeling the growing erection in his pants. your attention moves from the film to his hand, that you can’t fully see but you can definitely feel.

his fingers slide down from your hips to your underwear, as he pulls it up slightly to get his considerably cold hand inside, keeping it on the edge between your tips and your thighs, caressing you. “can i?” he asks in a whisper, close to your ear.

“please.”

!!! god !!!

he's a tease. he'd edge you out first, squeeze the fleshy inner thigh, and kiss your neck. he loves to see you beg for him, to hear those pretty sounds you make when he has his hands so close, yet so far from where you want them to be. he'd pull you to a kiss, a mess of tongues and saliva. so wild you can't even remember that you were just supposed to be watching a movie.

only after a string of desperate "please" pleas does his fingers push aside the panties to press the swollen nub, drumming with the pent up desire.

"you're so wet f'me, gorgeous."

louis pushes a finger inside so easily you feel like hiding your face out of embarrassment. it's so pathetic how little he has to do to get you so worked up. so eager and ready to have him in anyway he wants. you're not a people-pleaser but you want to please him so bad.

you pinch one of your nipples just to relieve the new found pressure that tightens on your lower tummy. he's working you out like he has all the time in the world, slow, calculated movements, that have you gripping to his shoulders. god. this man is your ruin.

and when you do fall apart on his hand, he just gives a satisfied smirk. so fucking full of himself. so proud that he's the one who gets to make you feel so good.

"c'mon, gorgeous, take off those pyjamas, 'm not done with you yet."

[daisyblog]

I Won’t Give Up

Too Young Masterlist Summary: Louis finds out YN is pregnant at his Mum's wedding.

It was the 20th of July, 2014. The day that YN had to see Louis for the first time, since their one night of passion. For the last fews weeks, YN had kept busy, uni assignments had helped with that but now that she had completed her second year she had time to think about the reality.

Louis' Mum was getting married today, and YN had been looking forward to the day. But since her and Louis steamy night and YN finding out she's pregnant, she was nervous to see him again.

YN arrived had the wedding venue with her Mum and Robin, and they were each handed a glass of champagne. YN looked at her Mum not knowing how to say no to the drink.

"Just hold it in your hand for now." Anne whispered discreetly in her ear. Her Mum and Robin were the only people to know that she was pregnant.

"C'mon...I can see Harry down there." Robin spoke to the two women, nodding his head in the direction where Harry was standing talking with Niall.

The three walked down to where there were groups of guests huddled together. Jay and Dan had got married a little earlier in the day, their ceremony was small and intimate with just their close family and friends. Therefore the other guests were invited to the afternoon and evening celebrations.

"Hey womb mate." Harry wrapped his arms around his sister after he had given his Mum and Robin a cuddle.

"Hi twin." YN gave Harry a slightly smile, one that didn't quite reach the top of her cheeks.

Harry knew his sister better than anyone. "You alright?".

YN nodded her head quickly, not wanting to make Harry any more suspicious. "Yeah..I'm fine.". YN heard Louis voice behind her, he was talking to one of the guests. "Niall...you can have my drink...I don't like it." YN lied and passed her drink to Niall before she excused herself to use the bathroom.

Once YN got to the bathroom, she touched up her make up, her way of procrastinating so she could hide away for longer. After she touched up her lipstick and fixed up her hair, YN took a deep breath and went back outside to find her family. As YN was walking towards them, she bumped into Jay and the one person she was avoiding.

"Aw YN, there you are." Jay greeted her with a warm hug. "I just asked your Mum where you were.".

YN avoided looking at Louis, who's eyes she could feel burning into the side of her head. "Toilet break." YN tried to joke. "Congratulations...you look beautiful.".

"Oh thank you my love." Jay smiled sweetly at the younger Styles. "But between us, I can't wait to get out of this dress.". Earning a giggle from YN. "Lottie is calling me over...I'll see you later sweetheart.".

On the inside YN panicked as Jay hurried off in the direction of her daughters because now she was alone with Louis.

"Not talking to me are you?" Louis wasted no time in calling YN out for giving him the silent treatment.

YN looked at the ground, not feeling confident to look at him. "I haven't seen you to talk to you."

"You won't look at me either." Louis continued to push for answers. "Look...if it's about what happened-".

"Just leave it Lou!" YN snapped, shocking Louis. "Like you said, no stings attached so stop talking about it.".

Louis wasn't expecting YN to be so defensive. "YN...what's wrong?".

"Nothing...just leave me alone!" YN huffed before she quickly went back to find Harry, leaving Louis stood in the same spot wondering what had just happened.

But little did the two know that Anne had been watching their interaction from a far, wondering why their conversation seemed so tense.

YN relaxed once they were all in the marquee and sat in their designated seats, her between Harry and her Mum. Niall, Liam and Sophia also sitting on their table too. YN had turned down many drink offers and continue to sip on her orange juice, she was glad that nobody had mentioned the fact that she was not drinking any alcohol. YN was talking across the table with Liam's girlfriend, when she saw Louis walking towards their table.

"Alright Tommo?" Niall asked as Louis stood next to his chair.

"I've got meself into a game of dare with me sisters." Louis began to explain, everyones eyes on him.

Liam's eyes scrunched up as he laughed. "What have they dared you to do?".

Louis eye's found YN's eyes. "Daisy dared me to dance with YN".

YN knew all eyes were on her now too. She wanted to say no but she didn't want any one to question why. So she put on her best fake smile and followed Louis to the dance floor.

Her hands rested on his shoulders, as his slipped around her waist. Goosebumps covered her arms from the touch, teasing her about what had happened the last time they were this close.

The song changed to I Won’t Give Up and YN tried her best to hold her tears back, trying to put on a good show.

I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts We got yeah we got a lot at stake And in the end you're still my friend at least we did intend For us to work we didn't break, we didn't burn We had to learn, how to bend without the world caving in I had to learn what I got, and what I'm not And who I am

The lyrics were taunting her, her throat went dry and she was focusing on her breathing. “YN…you’re crying.”.

She shook her head slightly. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

I won't give up on us Even if the skies get rough I'm giving you all my love I'm still looking up I'm still looking up

Louis was filled with worry and guilt as he saw a tear threaten to fall from YN’s eye. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t tell you here.” YN looked at him directly in the eye, silently pleading with him.

He guided her off the dance floor and outside to where the was a small building where his Mum had gotten ready this morning. Once he checked that the room was empty, he led YN inside.

Even though they were alone, YN still couldn’t find the words to say.

“I’m sorry about what happened between us…it probably shouldn’t have happened…I mean I don’t regret it but you obviously-“.

YN interrupted Louis. “I’m pregnant.”.

Silence.

YN’s heart was thumping against her chest now that she had said the words out loud to Louis. It was real now.

Louis was never speechless but his mind was completely blank as he stared at the girl in front of him. He didn’t really know what to expect YN to say, but her saying she was pregnant never crossed his mind.

“You’re pregnant?” Louis said out loud, looking to see if he had heard correctly.

YN sniffed from the tears running down both cheeks. “Yeah…about seven or eight weeks.”.

“Shit…fook…fookin’ shit.” Louis mumbled to himself. “Harry’s going to hate me.”.

“I won’t tell anyone you’re the dad, if you don’t want people to know.” YN offered to protect Louis.

“Hey…you’re not doing this alone.” Louis spoke. “I’m the dad and a dad to this baby I will be.”.

Hearing these words, YN pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around his torso, Louis following and holding her close to his chest.

As the pair stood as one in the middle of the room, the sound of the bathroom door opening caused them both to freeze. As they turned to look at who had heard their conversation, Jay was standing in the door way.

“I think you two have some explaining to do.”

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[justmeinatree]

Open Up And Looking Down

Summary : you get home to louis getting stoned & watching porn.

TW : smut, drugs (weed)

Word Count : 1.5k

your work meeting had ended a good hour early, and thank fuck because you were so over this day.

you walk into your house, throwing your keys onto the nearest surface, and slipping your shoes off. you drop your bag just as your nose perks up, the faint smell of weed lingering in the air.

you pad your way further into the house, sniffing out the trail of smoke, heading up the stairs, seeing a cloudy haze coming from your bedroom. 

as you round the corner and peak through the half open door, you catch louis laying on the bed, legs splayed out, one arm tucked under his head, his phone up against his stomach. he was watching something on his screen, lit joint in hand. wearing just a plain white undershirt and his boxers, you notice that he’s semi hard.

you walk into the room, making yourself known, smirking at him as he startles into a sitting position. he clearly hadn’t noticed you were home, looking at you with wide eyes for a moment, before furrowing his eyebrows.

“you’re home early,” louis hums, slight nervousness to his tone. 

“yeah, meeting finished early. s’that okay ?” you chuckle, raising an eyebrow. 

and that’s when you hear it, the loud moan coming from the speaker on louis’ phone, making both yours and his eyes go wide. 

“fuck, thought i stopped that,” louis shakes his head, quickly shutting off the video, taking a long drag from the joint.

you’re still standing, taking in the scene in front of you, a giggle escaping your lips. “didn’t know i’d be interrupting something,” you smirk, slowly making your way closer to the bed, stripping your shirt and pants off, leaving you in your bra and panties.

louis’ eyes go wide, as he looks over you, bringing the joint to his lips, taking a puff, before passing it off to you, once you’re settled on the bed.

you’re on your knees next to louis, welcoming the smoke into your lungs, as it starts to relax you. louis watches as you inhale, watching your cheeks suck in, chest puff out, the calming effect washing over you. “good day ?” he asks, his fingers tracing patterns against your naked thigh.

“no,” you say shortly, shaking your head, taking another puff, throwing your leg over louis’ waist to sit against his cock.

he looks up at you as you pass the joint back over to him, a smirk playing on his lips, “and how do you plan on dealing with that ?”

you wait for his lungs to be filled with smoke, before answering with a roll of your hips, your clothed pussy grinding onto his prick. which you notice has hardened significantly since you first caught him.

louis groans, eyes rolling back as everything hits him at once. “fuckin christ,” he blows out the smoke. “want these off. now,” he hums, tugging on your panties, watching you shuffle over him to get them off.

you sit yourself back on his hips, rolling your centre against his as you pluck the joint from his fingers, “now what ?” you smile, taking a puff.

he grips your hips, pulling you forward so you’re sitting more on his stomach, closer to his ribs. he bends his legs at the knees, feet firmly planted into the mattress, as he pushes against your chest to make you lean back.

“get comfy, love. gonna turn this day around,” he coos, eyes fixated on your cunt. he can see your arousal starting to glisten, his fingers reaching out to glide through your folds.

with the lightest bit of pressure he’s using, your head leans back, eyes closing in bliss, bringing the joint to your lips as his fingers keep exploring.

and that’s all he does. in his weed induced haze, he watches attentively as his fingers play around with your heat. he can’t say he’s ever done this. just had someone’s cunt in his face and watched as his fingers prodded, glided.

he felt like he was exploring something for the very first time. properly exploring. he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing to you. too hyper focused on watching and fiddling. that is, until your legs start to tremble on either side of him.

“s’this feeling good ?” louis asks, noticing how much wetter you’ve gotten since he started touching you.

“fuck, you have no idea,” you moan breathlessly, feeling louis’ other hand pluck the joint from your fingers. 

“drenching my fuckin fingers,” you hear him murmur around the filter that’s tucked between his lips. 

he keeps at it, lightly moving your folds around, watching for your body’s reactions when his fingertip nudges your clit, or when his fingers tickle your entrance.

“louis,” you whimper, all of this becoming too much. he was making you feel so good. so effortlessly fucking good. christ, he wasn’t really even doing anything. and you were going mad. the weed surely wasn’t helping the situation, making your body feel his touches a hundred times more.

“hmm ? what do you need ?” louis coos, watching your legs and stomach twitch with every glide and flick over your clit.

“more,” you whine. “need more, please.” 

louis presses the joint to your mouth, in an effort to stop your pleas, two of his fingers slipping into you effortlessly.

you gasp around the filter, your legs spreading on their own accord, exposing yourself even more to him, your head tipped far back against louis’ knees.

his fingers curl up, rubbing against your inner walls, his thumb running up and down from your entrance to your clit and back again.

your moans get louder, having trouble with the joint, as your brain is too focused on louis’ fingers. you blindly pass it off to him, which he thankfully accepts, keeping it perched between his lips.

his fingers keep working, inching their way to the spongey spot inside you, louis absolutely torturing you with the way he’s touching you tonight.

his other hand makes its way up your stomach, pressing down against your tummy right as his fingers hit your sweet spot, rubbing hard.

a whimpery moan escapes you as your body starts trembling, hand reaching out to grip into louis’ arm, nails digging into his skin.

“fuckin christ, love,” he groans, the stinging of your nails in his arm sending a jolt to his cock.

“dont stop, dont stop, dont stop,” you whine, gasping for air, his fingers not letting up, keeping a steady rhythm over your most sensitive spots.

“right there, yeah ?” louis smirks, watching your body writhing under his hand, feeling your cunt clamping down on his fingers.

you whimper, nodding your head as your orgasm rips through you, your muscles seizing up, air knocked out of your lungs. 

his fingers work you through your high, slowing down as your body relaxes. you flinch slightly as he pulls his hand away, reaching up for your mouth, slipping his fingers past your lips.

“clean these, would you, love,” he hums playfully, the high having very much hit his brain as he finished off the joint. always in a playful, teasing mood when he’s high. “good of you to clean up the mess you made.”

you hum, sucking his fingers past your lips, tongue working over them to lap up every bit of your arousal. as he pulls his hand from you, you murmur, “wanna make another mess,” both your hands reaching out for his, bringing it back to your mouth.

you work over his finger just as you would his cock. pecking his fingertip, swirling your tongue around it, slowly taking it into your mouth, sucking, as your tongue works the underside.

“christ, yeah, okay. m’so fuckin hard,” he groans, reaching for you, and pulling you in for a kiss. 

“don’t think i’ve kissed you yet,” louis chuckles against your lips, tasting your orgasm on your mouth as his lips lock with yours. 

you smile into the kiss, as you realize how much you missed his lips, the taste of him. weed, and the tea he obviously had earlier. just as it always is, and it’s so comforting. coaxes you into relax mode when you get home.

but you find yourself pulling away, wanting to stay true to your promise, knowing he must be painfully hard right now. you make your way down his body, between his legs, as he stops you for a moment, reaching over to the nightstand.

“wanna smoke another one while you’re giving me a blowie, always wanted to do that,” he laughs, lighting the joint, leaning back on the bed as he takes the first puff. “right then, love. whenever you’re ready.”

you giggle, shaking your head, fuck you loved this man. and you’ve no idea why. 

……

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[daaydreamy]

wait stop omg sub louis and hes just screaming and sobbing into the pillow 🥹 yn wont stop fucking him even after hes been overstimulated 🥹 and shes just fucking him until he passes out 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

impatient

summary: y/n and louis come back home after hanging out with friends.

warnings: coarse language, smut, pegging, overstimulation, pain kink, passing out (?)

pairing: louis tomlinson x fem!reader

•••

Louis had been teasing Y/N all night.

Ever since they sat down across their friends, drinking beers and chatting with everybody, Louis never took his hands off of her. He’d keep one of his hands under the table, dancing the tips of his fingers along Y/N’s soft thighs, sometimes pushing her dress up a little to get his hand under it. He only ever toyed with the waistband of her underwear, running his fingers along her groin.

He’d do it so nonchalantly too, chatting and laughing with their friends as if he wasn’t touching her under the table, using his other hand to take swigs of his beer.

•••

Louis whimpered weakly as the grip he had on the sheets slowly loosened more and more, gasping wetly and letting his back arch upwards whenever Y/N nudged at that spot in him that made him tremble at this point. His hair had gone all frizzy from sweat and his face was completely flushed, his body gleeming under the warm light of the lamp beside them. He was so sensitive, so fucked-out at that point that it felt like he was in a dream, like everything was all hazy and he never wanted it to stop.

His face was buried in his pillow and it was all wet with all the tears that spilled from his eyes and the drool he couldn’t stop from dripping off of his lower lip, barely even hanging onto threads of consciousness. His throat had gone all raspy from the whining and sobs.

“Wanna… wanna turn over.” He turned his head a little as an attempt to look back at Y/N. She let him lie on his back, watching his back immediately arch up and his hands scrambling for the sheets when she pushed her strap back into him, making him press his head back against his pillow, gasping shakily.

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[cloveswifey]

REAL TO ME - MATTHEO RIDDLE

Chapter Zero - Prolouge

Content Warning: enemy!Mattheo, arguing, swearing

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In the dimly lit classroom, Y/n found herself seated uncomfortably next to Mattheo in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was a strange coincidence that all the other seats were occupied, leaving no choice for the two rivals but to sit together.

"Can't you find another place to sit?" Mattheo let out a groan, complaining. I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response to his remark.

"Don't flatter yourself," I retorted. "I didn't willingly choose to sit here with you."

"Don't worry, my charm is hard to resist. It's just a matter of time before you realized it," Mattheo said with a smirk.

Y/n, usually known for her calm demeanor, couldn't help but express her frustration. "I don't like you," I declared, turning to face Mattheo with a hard gaze.

Mattheo, a wry smile crossing his face, responded without missing a beat. "Finally something we can agree on."

As they sat next to each other, Professor Snape began the day's lesson on counter-curses. His voice, dripping with disdain, filled the classroom. Both Y/n and Mattheo knew that excelling in this subject was vital, especially in the wizarding world filled with dark forces.

It was during the practical session when I found myself struggling to perform a complex counter-curse.

My eyes were filled with frustration as I struggled to execute the spell correctly, but Mattheo, always the joker, was quick to notice my predicament.

“Im glad you find my struggle entertaining," I scoffed, "and it's no wonder why I dislike you."

"Oh, so you dislike me. Not hate?" he remarked. Mattheo's smirk widened as he watched me closely, noticing that I had overlooked a crucial step.

"You're not moving correctly. You should rotate your wrist more." He spoke, criticising.

Mattheo's words caught me off guard as he pointed out my incorrect movements. Reluctantly, I considered his advice and made the necessary adjustment to my wrist. With a sigh, I attempted the counter-curse again, and this time, it worked like a charm.

"You're welcome." He spoke, before the bell rang.

[imagines-1directioner]

Take Care of Me, Please - with Louis Tomlison

Situação: namorado!Louis Tomlinson x Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 1675

Avisos: +18; menção à sexo; menção à masturbação

Pedido de @say-narry: Juju, não sei se pedidos estão abertos, mas eu vou IMPLORAR DE JOELHOS pra minha escritora favorita quando se trata do Louis.

Faz um imagine baseado nessa foto? Louis super carente, gosta de ficar agarradinho, sendo mimado… se quiser colocar alguma coisinha pra deixar 🔥 eu aceito também, algo com ele se comparando a um bebe e quero ficar mais próximo dos nossos peitos pq olha essa cara de “mamãe, quero tete” 🔥🥺 mas por favor, faça qnd puder 🥺

N/A: Primeiramente estou muito lisonjeada pelo elogio, tks <3 Segundamente eu amo suas ideias e a sua criatividade KKKKKKKKK Não sei se ficou do jeitinho que imaginou mas espero que goste mesmo assim. Adorei criar esse imagine e tô esperando seu feedback ansiosamente 💖

No auge dos seus trinta e um anos, adulto, pai e tio, Louis ainda se comportava como se tivesse a mesma idade de seu filho. Lesionar partes do corpo se tornou algo corriqueiro na vida de Tomlinson que, embora já fosse bem grandinho, o espírito infantil nunca deixou de habitar seu ser. E quando o álcool fazia-se presente, a combinação era, na grande maioria das vezes, perigosa.

- Lou! - a namorada chamou assim que destrancou a fechadura da casa do cantor, já que não o encontrou nos cômodos do térreo

- Aqui no quarto! - gritou o dono da casa.

S/N deixou a pequena bolsa com algumas roupas e itens pessoais para passar o fim de semana junto ao namorado tecnicamente impossibilitado e muitíssimo carente, e dirigiu-se até a suíte no segundo andar, terceira porta à direita.

- Cheguei! - disse animada, abrindo um sorriso quando viu Louis deitado na cama, sem camisa e com o braço enfaixado devido a lesão por um brincadeira idiota com amigos, alcoolizado obviamente. A carinha de abatido era visível, fazendo o coração da garota derreter, principalmente quando o moreno correspondeu ao sorriso dela, demonstrando certo alívio quando viu sua garota.

- Graças a Deus! - o moreno realmente estava feliz e aliviado em vê-la. - Cadê suas coisas?

- Que coisas?

- Não vai dormir aqui? - questionou em um tom preocupado.

- Hum.. não sei.. - a garota decidiu brincar com ele e ignorar o fato de que ele implorou pela companhia dela por conta da carência.

- Ah, amor! - reclamou completamente chateado, sem sequer imaginar que ela estava tirando com a sua cara. - Eu te pedi pra fazer isso por mim. - fez bico. - Preciso de alguém aqui comigo até me recuperar.. eu preciso de você do meu lado. - S/N teve a sensação de que Louis choraria diante da voz trêmula, e a risadinha foi quase que inevitável, saindo da boca assim que deitou de bruços na cama.

- Meu Deus, quanto drama.

- Não é drama.. - comentou com um tom mais ameno, olhando para o chão. - Só estou com saudade.. muita saudade. - novamente fez biquinho e a garota não resistiu, selando os lábios por alguns segundos repetidamente.

- Minha bolsa está lá embaixo, Drama Queen. - respondeu entre as bitoquinhas. - Eu vou ficar contigo.

- Como é bom escutar isso. - sorriram. - Agora me dá um beijo de verdade. - o sorriso dela foi interrompido pela boca do namorado, que junto a dela foi protagonista de um beijo lento e encaixado na medida certa. - Se meu braço estivesse livre, você já estaria sem roupa.

- Melhor pararmos por aqui, porque te conhecendo bem é capaz de querer transar nesse estado. - dito isso a jovem afastou-se dele por meros centímetros mas suficiente para Louis mudar a feição.

- A parte de baixo está em perfeito estado. - a única reação que ela pôde dar foi uma risada boba e negação com a cabeça.

- Tomou café da manhã?

- Nada. - bufou frustrado. - Só levantei para ir no banheiro e com muita dificuldade escovei os dentes. - S/N riu imaginando a cena cômica de toda a performance do rapaz feita apenas com a mão esquerda. - Sério, foi horrível.

- Vou preparar algo pra você comer. - falou ao se levantar quase barrada de sua ação quando Louis segurou a mão dela, mas sem força suficiente para prendê-la.

- Agora?

- É, não está com fome?

- Estou mas.. - ele sentiu o coração apertar. Louis não era do tipo chiclete, mas quando encontrava-se em posições fora das habituais, ele se transformava em um bebê que é agarrado com a mãe. - Prefiro que fique abraçada comigo..

- Não vou demorar, prometo. - fazendo o terceiro bico do dia, o qual S/N beijou antes de deixar o quarto e ir até a cozinha preparar um sanduíche, café e uma tigela com frutas e cereal, Louis permaneceu imóvel na cama, assistindo seu seriado favorito já que ele não tinha nenhuma opção que fosse diferente dessa. Dez minutos depois a namorada voltou com uma bandeja contendo um simples mas apetitoso café da manhã para que seu namorado pudesse se alimentar. - Aqui está.

- Que tratamento de hotel cinco estrelas! - elogiou com uma piadinha que arrancou singelos sorrisos da garota.

- Tudo pra te agradar. - ele sorriu antes de morder o morango que S/N segurava próximo a boca dele.

- Sabe o que me agradaria muito? - indagou de boca cheia.

- Hum. - o pequeno início de um sorriso foi visto no canto da boca dela, esperando por uma gracinha de Tomlinson.

- Ficar colado em você o dia inteiro.

- Por que você precisa se machucar ou ficar doente para ser fofo comigo? - questionou entre risadas e dando alguns selinhos no moreno a fim de amenizar o fato dela estar criticando-o.

- Ei, eu sou fofo com você! - S/N arqueeou as sobrancelhas como se questionasse a constatação do namorado.

- É que você está extremamente fofo.

- Abstinência de você, meu amor. - justificou, dessa vez nem ele conseguiu esconder a vontade de rir, soltando uma risada gostosa de ouvir.

- Sou toda sua a partir de agora, não se preocupe. - dado mais um beijo Louis finalizou seu café com a ajuda de S/N enquanto assistiam os últimos episódios do sitcom preferido dele. Logo depois o casal passou o fim da manhã e início da tarde em uma sequência de cochilos e filmes até uma tempestade escurecer a cidade e cortar a energia de praticamente todo o bairro. - Droga.. na melhor parte do filme!

- Provavelmente deve ter sido uma árvore que caiu nos fios.

- Ou seja, vai demorar pra voltar. - ela deduziu irritada de certa forma.

- Talvez. - ele riu. - Mas pelo menos estamos juntinhos. - falou de modo fofo, virando-se para a garota e entrelaçando uma das pernas nas dela.

- Juro, nunca te vi tão carente.

- Quando preciso de cuidados fico assim.. indefeso.. - S/N não segurou a risada quase sarcástica antes de rolar os olhos. - Voltei a ser um bebezinho. E você se tornou a babá gostosa.

- É cada uma que sou obrigada a escutar.

- Com esse decote ainda por cima ficou fácil.. - fitou aquela região em específico, a qual ele gostava bastante. - Muito gostosa.

- A gente não vai transar, Louis.

- Eu disse isso?

- Mas está na intenção.

- Tudo bem, tudo bem. - deu-se por vencido. - Posso só deitar nos seus peitos e você fazer um cafunezinho em mim?

- Isso sim.. - a garota não havia enxergado maldade na situação, porém depois de uns cinco minutos acariciando os fios castanhos na cabeça de Louis, ela sentiu alguns beijos molhados e delicados no colo dos seios. E o pior é que ela estava gostando. A falta de luz, o céu escuro, barulho de chuva e estar tão perto dos seios que Louis tanto amava instigou o moreno e o que eram apenas beijinhos viraram chupões, mordidas e mão boba massageando, ainda por cima do cropped, os seios da namorada.. - Babe, por favor .. - pediu em uma mistura de risos com gemidos.

- O que foi? - a pergunta saiu quase como sussurro. - Não ta gostando?

- Pelo contrário.. - lambeu e mordeu o lábio inferior.

- Então tira esse top e deixa eu brincar um pouquinho com você.. - dificílimo seria vencer um pedido do namorado e negar o clima gerado sobre as quatro paredes. Sendo assim ela obedeceu e Louis já animado abocanhou um dos seios, chupando-o e mordiscando o bico do peito dela fazendo a garota gemer mais alto e umedecer a intimidade sem demora. - Você é tão gostosa.. puta merda, S/N.

- Amor.. não é uma boa ideia continuarmos nessa.

- Por que?

- Porque eu vou querer sentar em você.. - ela tentava ao máximo se controlar e mandar a vontade sexual embora.

- A gente pode se divertir sem sexo.. - já Louis provocava a garota pois sabia que em algum momento ela cederia, por isso continuou dando atenção aos seios, deixando marcas enquanto massageava e chupava-os. Os gemidos dela traziam o tesão à tona que o rapaz não estava aguentando ser torturado daquele jeito. Por um segundo Louis até pensou em jogar a tipóia para o alto e agarrar a mulher, mas ele sabia que nem se conseguisse poderia fazer isso. O braço estava imobilizado de tal forma que o moreno precisaria de ajuda para se livrar dos apetrechos no braço. Diante de todas as circunstâncias, Tomlinson precisou pedir algo a namorada que só ela daria a ele. - Bate uma pra mim, bae..

- O quê? - ela tinha escutado, mas resolveu perguntar para entender se realmente não estava delirando.

- Bate uma punheta pra mim.. - a voz rouca e sussurrada fez ela ficar mais molhada. - Preciso da sua ajuda.. tipo muito mesmo.. - S/N riu sapeca ao encarrar a parte de baixo incrivelmente volumosa que até se surpreendeu. Sendo assim, como a boa namorada levou a mão devagar ao pau completamente duro do namorado e apertou lentamente, ainda coberto pela calça de moletom. Obviamente Louis gemeu. Um gemido prazerosao que o fez fechar os olhos e inclinar a cabeça para trás. Ele estava com muito tensão e a namorada estava disposta a atender o desejo dele, porém quando foi baixar o cós da peça de roupa a luz retornou imediatamente, ligando a televisão e a as luzes já acesas antes da energia ser cortada. - Porra! - Louis reclamou alto e a garota riu na mesma altura devido ao time dos últimos acontecimentos serem perfeitos, observando toda a cena e de fato interrompesse. - Você não vai me deixar na mão né?

- Isso com certeza foi um sinal para pararmos. - comentou ainda rindo enquanto vestia o cropped. - Pode piorar seu braço.

- Não vai, tenho certeza que não vai.

- Nós vamos nos empolgar, babe.

- E como eu fico? - indagou indignado.

- Seu braço esquerdo está muito bem.. - sugeriu entre risos.

- Eu sou destro, S/N! Vai negar um pedido de um pobre doente?

- Voce não está doente.

- Estou sim.. estou em abstinência, carência, ossos quebrados..

- E o que você quer que eu faça?

- Desliga as luzes, apaga a tv e me deixa gozar com você no comando.

- Para um doente você está muito safado.

- Meu remédio está nas suas mãos.. literalmente. - a garota gargalhou e como sempre não resistiu à tentação de ter Louis Tomlinson como seu namorado.

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