Louis Tomlinson Imagines

#7. Handcuffs

You have just watched a really hot movie and since then you want to spice your sèx life with Louis.

You are thinking of ways, waiting for Louis to come home as he went to get some things. He was quite secretive as to what the 'things' were.

You are trying to invent some sexy scenarios but your brain isn't cooperating.

Louis returns holding a small brown paper bag, "follow me to the room." He says.

You do so. Maybe Louis has something planned?

He isn't in the room you are about to close the door but are stopped by Louis' foot. He comes into the room, wearing nothing but boxers.

In his hand are handcuffs.

"This is what you went to buy." You ask.

"No baby, I went to buy broccoli but the grocer forced me to buy this." He jokes, his blue-grey eyes twinkling.

You laugh, "better put this to good use, shall we." Seems like Louis also thought that you needed some spicing up to do.

"I was thinking the same!" He gasps dramatically.

You laugh, rolling your eyes, "then what are you waiting for?!"

"Mhmm." He murmurs as he slams you against the wall, crushing his lips to yours.

This tongue slides into your mouth, massaging your tongue tenderly. With the other hand, which isn't tangled in your hair, he places the handcuff over you and clamps it shut.

He guides you to the bed and locks the other side of the handcuff with the little metal hoop attached to the center of the bed. Already prepared, huh?!

He rips your dress from off you, unclasping your bra and pulling your panties off, he takes in the sight of you. His eyes dilating to a dark grey shade.

"You look so sexy, babe." He whispers.

Wasting no time, his head moves between your legs as his tongue swirls over your intimate part, making you shiver.

"Louis, don't tease." You moan.

Louis obeys, his lips sucks at your intimate part, hard, while his tongue continues to swirl over your clít.

Your free hand tugs at his hair, pulling it hard as you moan.

Louis doesn't take a break from sucking you. His hands are over your hips as he stops them from shaking too much.

"Louis, I'm about to cùm." You warn him.

Louis' head moves away.

"Babe, I need you to feel me and I want to feel you." He says, slowly, wanting you to understand.

You nod your head slowly, "so you wouldn't need the condòm today?" You ask nervously.

"Yeah. I should have asked you to get on birth control but I really want to feel you right now. I'll be careful." He promises.

He waits for your response, he is sitting on your lap, exerting no pressure to make you feel uncomfortable.

You trust Louis completely, you nod your head.

Louis' eyes light up in excitement. He kisses your forehead lightly before plunging himself inside of you.

You both moan at the first time ever contact of his skin against your bundle of overly sensitive nerves.

He thrusts deeper and faster, clutching your hips to steady himself.

Your hand handcuffed to the bed is itching to grip his length, to touch him but the feeling is exquisite that way.

He makes you moan his name and you do so, while his thrusts become sloppier and slow.

"Babe, I can't hold much longer." He says.

"Just a little more." You say. You feel pressure building in your stomach, your eyes screw shut and you cùm.

With one last thrust Louis' pulls out of you and spills on your stomach.

You swipe your finger across his spill and lick at it, sexily.

"Mmm, you taste so good." You purr.

"Feisty, aren't you tonight?!" He says, his eyes twinkling as he pinches your nipple and after a while he dives into you to begin again.