One Direction Imagines

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"LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON! Get your fat arse here right now!" I shouted loudly up from the kitchen. I had come down into the kitchen to make tea for my hungover boyfriend, being the lovely girlfriend I am, and to my surprised and utter shock I saw beer bottles littered all over the kitchen. Last night Louis brought Niall back after going to a club but they weren't drunk, so they wanted to drink here and I told him that I didn't mind if he got drunk as long as he didn't make a mess. Well obviously my words went in one of his ears and straight out the other.

"NO!" I heard him yell back, his voice raspy and I could see in my minds eye Louis laying on his stomach with the duvet pooled around his naked waist and his sky blue eyes squeezed shut with his hand pressed against his forehead trying to sooth the banging headache he most probably sported.

"Louis! Don't make me come up there!" I barked back, already tired of his bullshit.

"Bite me!" He groaned loudly, I knew he didn't mean for me to hear that but sure enough the house being dead quiet silent meant I could even hear the squeak of the mattress as he moved about. My face hardened and my frown deepened. I stormed up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"You're such a dick head Louis. I told you not to make a mess last night and I walked into the kitchen and the place looks like a fucking bomb site!" I raises my voice and pointed at him accusingly.

"Don't be stupid. The kitchen can't be that bad. Can't you just clear it up and stop moaning?" He yawned and opened his eyes slightly so he was squinting as he looked up at me. Louis is the hardest thing to deal with in the morning when he is hung over. Fact.

"You cheeky bastard. I'm moaning about YOUR mess, especially after I told you not to make a mess."

"You're always moaning about something." He grunted at me and released a harsh breath.

"Don't turn this around on me you arse. I'm not the one who went out all night and then brought Niall home with me at 1AM then got piss drunk." My voice got higher pitched as my frustration grew.

"Well aren't you glad that I brought home Niall instead of a slutty blonde?" He shouted reaching his breaking point, my jaw dropped open and tears blurred my vision. Louis's face softened seeing how his harsh words had affected me.

"Brooklyn, I'm sorry I would never cheat on you." He sighed finally getting out of bed and coming towards me, pulling me against his bare chest and wrapping his strong arms around me tightly.

"It's alright." I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders and looked up at him, pushing my lips against his gently and wrapping my arms around his neck, keeping his lips on mine. He smiled against my lips, pushing his tongue inside my mouth without asking for permission, but I didn't mind as his soft tongue flicked gently against my own, making my stomach erupt in butterflies.
It wasn't until now that I noticed Louis was completely naked and that his dick was starting to harden against my lower stomach, making me break the kiss and smirk at him. He mirrored my smirk and backed up until he was sitting on the edge of our bed, whilst I stood in the middle of the room feeling the spark of arousal make its way through my body and tingle in my heat. Louis looked into my eyes from where he was now leaning on one elbow with his right hand wrapped around his hardened member, pumping it up and down slowly, trying to tease me. And it worked, I quickly made my way to him and pushed him back onto the bed, climbing onto his lap as I hurried to take off the tank top and shorts that I had slept in. He shuffled back so his head resting on the soft pillows and I leaned down, my naked body resting on his as I kissed up his neck, leaving butterfly kisses as I moved to his mouth, kissing him passionately. Then all of a sudden I was on my back and he was hovering over me on his strong arms, his tip brushing against my entrance, making my legs open wider wanting to feel more and give him easier access, our lips still locked as he pushed himself all inside of me. I gasped at the feeling of suddenly being filled by him, he lowered himself so our chest's touched as he started thrusting slowly into me.

"I love you, I'm sorry I was an arsehole." He whispered against my neck as he started picking up the pace, my nails digging into his back and my moans starting to get louder. I didn't answer him and just kept moaning and gasping in response and he took that as a reason to go as fast and hard as he could, until he had me screaming his name in pleasure as we met our climaxes together, kissing each other as he collapsed onto my body. He pulled out of me and rolled off of me, both of us panting as he took my hand in his and laced our fingers together.

"You still have to clean the kitchen Louis."