One Direction Imagines

louis-little SHIT

Louis... have you seen my stuff?" you asked, searching through the piles of laundry that had been placed on your dresser. You looked back over your shoulder to where he lay, sprawled out on the bed. He shrugged, a lazy smirk rolling across his lips as his eyes travelled over your barely concealed body. "What stuff?" he asked, the teasing undertone in his voice making you aware that he most definitely had something to do with it. You sighed, hugging your towel to you as you looked up at the ceiling in a growing annoyance. "The stuff I left out before I went into the shower, Lou..." He hummed, cocking his head to the side that stupid crooked smile still spread on his face. "That still doesn't tell me what sort of stuff you're talking about, love...

Groaning, you turned on your heel to face him. "My CLOTHES, Louis. Where the hell are my clothes?" you demanded, your jaw setting as your glared down at him. "Clothes... clothes..." he murmured, closing his eyes, screwing up his face in a look of mock concentration. "I don't remember seeing any clothes... but," he said, his eyes opening, his tongue dancing across his lower lip as he reached underneath the pillow to pull out a pair of your skimpiest panties, twirling the around his finger as he held them up. "I did find these, if that's what you mean." A blush began to rise as you held out your hand, reaching for them. "Gimme," you grumbled, unamused by his antics. "Where have u been hiding these?"he teased, his finger pinching each end of the waistband, stretching them out in front of his face. "You've been holding out on me babe," he groaned, raising an eyebrow as he looked over the lace and barely there material. "Give them to me, Louis," you said, a bit more sternly this time.

He continued to ignore you, holding them between his thumb and forefinger as he asked, "Are these new? Because they're so unlike you, they're so cheeky. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love them..." "Louis Tomlinson, I swear to God, if you don't give those to me right now..." you interrupted, your face burning red as you stepped closer to the bed. That was it. You had finally caught his attention. He looked up at you, a wicked and wild hunger in his eyes as he did. "You'll what?" he challenged, his voice low and raspy. "Go on, tell me." You drew in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You loved him to death, but he could be such a little shit sometimes. "Louis, just give them to me, please..." you sighed, your hands rubbing your tired eyes. "Come get them," he said, shaking them out in front of you. You stomped your foot, your wet hair starting to fall from the bun on top of your head as you did. "Lou, I'm not kidding, come on..." you whined, making him chuckle. "Neither am I," he said with a smile.

With another groan you crawled onto the bed, holding up your towel with one hand as you reached across his body for your panties. Just as they were in your grasp, just as your fingers brushed against the material, he pulled them back, wrapping his free arm around your waist, pulling you down on top of him. You let out a light "umph" as your body crashed down onto his, your face landing over his shoulder onto the pillow. He chuckled darkly, his lips at your ear as he whispered, "Hey baby." "Louis," you groaned, burying your blushing face into the pillow as you felt him shift beneath you so that your legs were straddling his waist. "You know," he whispered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, brushing against your ear before he spoke again, "... I really do love these. They're so sexy, so naughty..." You shuddered, his words send a shock down your spine as you felt a fire starting just beneath your skin. "I dunno why you hide this shit from me, why you act so innocent all time. We both know it's bullshit. We both know what you really want," he growled, lifting his hips so that they ground against you. You could feel him growing stiff through his sweatpants, his erection pressing up against your stomach. You let out long, low moan, earning a satisfied hum from him as he ground against you again. He took your earlobe between his lips, moaning as he did. "Yeah, baby?" he asked, his teeth on the soft flesh of your ear as his hands went to your hips. "You like that, don't you?" His fingertips dug into your hips through the damp terry cloth towel. "Uh-huh..." you gasped, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, his scruff burning the side of your face in the most painfully sweet sensation. "Mhm, I'll bet you do," he said with a gruff huff of laughter. "Now listen to me pretty girl, why don't you take off that towel... and slide that slick cunt down onto my cock, hmm? How about you give it a ride?" he said, his hands sliding down from your hips to grip your bare, quivering thighs. You gasped at his filthy words, unable to do anything but nod into his neck.

Straightening up, you unwrapped your towel with one shaking hand as he watched with deviously narrowed eyes and a smug grin. You dropped it down onto the floor, beside the bed, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you lifted yourself up. "So sexy," he growled, his hands running up and down your thighs. "Mhm, help me get these off?" he asked, nodding towards his sweats. You gripped the waistband between your fingers, sliding down along his body as you pulled them off, tossing th over your shoulder onto the floor. He watched you slink back over him, the way your shoulders moved and your breasts bounced. His cock twitched as he chewed his bottom lip, his eyes moving down towards you core as you spread your legs to straddle his hips again. Anticipation had heart racing as you took his cock in your hand, aligning it with your entrance. "There you go, love. Sit on it, come on. Sit," Louis commanded. As you sunk down onto his length, you watched him close his eyes in pleasure. He drew a sharp breath in between his teeth, his head resting back against the pillow. "Fuck," he moaned, his hands moving back up to your hips as he began to guide you up and down. Your chest heaved as you rode him, your breath falling from your lips in shaky, short spurts. You moved your hips against him in figure eights, allowing your clit to bump against his pelvis as he rocked into you. "Look at you," he smirked, his hands sliding down to cup your bottom. "Getting yourself off on my cock, I'll bet that feels so good, doesn't it babe? Hmm, it must feel so fucking good." He gave your ass a firm squeeze, biting down on his bottom lip as he did. "So good, Louis," you whimpered, your hands sliding through your hair as you closed your eyes. "Mhm, it looks good too, baby," he whispered wickedly. He gave you another squeeze, before tucking his hands behind his head, resting as he watched you ride him. "God, you look so good like that. Taking my fucking cock, tits bouncing. What a fucking sight..." You tossed your head back in a moan as you lifted yourself off of him, only to slide back down. "That's it, just like that darling. Fuck yourself down on me," he "You love this shit, don't you?" he asked, the corners of his mouth twisting into an almost snarl as he spoke. "Yeah, you do. You act so fucking innocent, play it so fucking cute, but you really are such a fucking dirty girl. So dirty. I fucking love it, you know I fucking love it." Louis thrust up into you with a cocksure confidence that caused you to clench around him. Your parted lips fell even further as a stream of obscenities began to flow from them. "Shit," he sighed, staring up at you through his heavy lids. "You gonna cum baby, hmm? You going to come for me sweetheart?" he asked, his teeth grinding together as he awaited an answer. "Uh... uh-uh... I'm... fuck, Louis I'm..."

Before you could utter another word, he reached up, wrapping one strong arm around your waist. He rolled you over quickly so that he hovered over you, his eyes boring down into yours as he thrust himself deep inside of you. "Oh God," you gasped, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt your orgasm approaching. He quickened his pace, pounding into you with a force that made the bed creak beneath you, the springs screaming out into the once silent room. "Fuck, baby. So tight..." he hissed, his lips going to your collarbone, kissing up along your neck. He sunk his teeth into your sweet spot, moaning against your skin as you clenched around him again. "Cum," he said. And you did, raking your nails down his back, you hit your high, his name leaving your lips in a long, low moan. He followed immediately after, releasing deep inside of with one fierce, final thrust.

After he had caught his breath, he pulled out of you with a satisfied sigh. He rolled onto his side, facing you. Louis licked his bottom lip and smiled as you turned to face him. "Hello love," he whispered, stretching his neck forward to place a peck on your forehead. "Hey," you answered with a giddy giggle, your legs still shaking as they tangled with his. He glanced down at them, smirking as he saw your toes curling. "I did you good, didn't I?" he asked, raising his brows. You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful punch in the arm. "Of course I did," he told himself, "I always do." "Louis Tomlinson, you are such a cocky bastard," you laughed, shaking your head against the pillow, your still wet hair slipping out over it. He shrugged, reaching out to tuck the strands behind your ear. "OH," he gasped, turning to reach behind him. He picked up your panties from the nightstand, finally handing them over to you. "These are yours, I believe," he teased, earning one last blush from you. "Hey, I really do love them, babe," he promised. "Almost as much as I love you. Almost." You laughed, leaning over to kiss him quickly. "Yeah, well I love you too, you little shit."