Louis Tomlinson Imagines

"Whatcha doing?" (dirty)

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(A/n : Cheeky Louis )

Louis twirled his tongue around my nipple, teasing me further before suckling it with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I moaned, my fingers twisting in his soft hair -

“Y/N!” I jumped awake, my eyes snapping open and my core throbbing from the dream I wished so bad to be reality.

It took a few moments before I was able to look around, the room having stopped swirling around me. My eyes fixed upon Louis Tomlinson standing over me with his bright blue eyes staring down at me with that same mischievous grin I had been making out with in my dream. 

Snap out of it, Y/N. 

I groaned and rolled over and in the midst, rubbed my thighs together in an attempt to kill the throbbing between them but all it did was make it worst. 

Being Louis Tomlinson’s childhood best friend was probably the worst privilege of my entire life.

Louis chuckled, “C'mon, Y/N, you promised me a soccer game!” He protested when I tried to pull the covers over my head, one hand sneaking down towards my heat. 

“You can’t even play!” I teased him and he huffed. 

“Can so, I got a trophy, remember?” He asked and I laughed and ducked my head back out over the covers. 

“A participation trophy!” I pointed out causing him to chuckle again. 

I rolled over and met his eyes, it’s bright blue causing me to feel all fuzzy and stupidly in love. He grinned at me, his eyes crinkling into my favourite smile that I had grown up with my entire life and subconsciously, my thighs rubbed even harder against each other. 

“You know what, I’m gonna go back and grab that trophy just to prove how good I was,” he said with a smirk before turning on his heel, “and you better be ready by the time I’m back, I’m being serious Y/N, hurry up!” He chanced a glance over his head and winked at me before disappearing out my bedroom door. 

The second I heard his footsteps in the hall and without hearing the front door closing, my legs were kicking off my covers whilst my hands were ripping off my shorts. They then flew to my clit, rubbing furiously and quickly knowing that if I didn’t get myself off now, I wouldn’t last a minute with him. I released a throaty moan and squeezed my eyes shut, my head lolling back in pleasure. 

Louis, I moaned inwardly, my fingers already damp. 

I felt my toes curl, my stomach already twisting from my approaching orgasm and was so close to finding that release when I heard an all too familiar voice completely make me freeze. 

“Whatcha doing?" 

My hand cupped my warmth and my eyes flew open in complete panic. There leaning against the door with his arms folded was Louis with his eyes flashing with both amusement and lust that made him poke the tip of his tongue out and slither it across his lips. 

I was utterly speechless with not one coherent word forming. I was still horny as fuck, my clit throbbing from the sudden assault I had given it and my palm that was clamped over it. 

Slowly and all too painfully, Louis pushed himself off the frame of the door and pulled his shirt off. His lustful eyes only leaving mine to take in the entire length of my body. 

"My, my, hasn’t little Y/N become a naughty girl?” He taunted, his eyes glistening in the morning light with nothing but want in them. 

Without another word and with my wide and ashamed eyes watching his every movement, he dropped to his knees before my spread legs, softly moved my stiff hand away and replaced it with his lips.