1dsexualfrustrations

Trapped With Him

^^That Louis up there is godly.

Dedicated to decemberlouis

Just wanted to say you guys can start requesting now.
But I WILL NOT USE ANY NAMES.

"Hey, what the hell!" you scream, while Harry and Niall lift you up as if you were nothing.

They don't answer but soon you're placed in a small closet, next to Louis. He absolutely hated you, but the feeling was most definitely mutual. The two of you couldn't be in the same room for just a second without getting into an argument.

The four boys stood at the doorway of the small closet, blocking it while we both pleaded to be let out.

"You guys need to learn how to get along," said Zayn, leaning against the door frame with a devilish grin.

You rolled your eyes. "Don't do this to me."

"You guys can't do this," Louis mumbled, attempting to get past them. They ended up just pushing him back to where he was.

"You guys constantly fight. So now you're being forced to communicate and when you guys like each other, you'll be let out," Niall smirked a little while the boys' gazes shifted between the two of you. "Have fun."

And with that, the door was closed, leaving you and Louis in the poorly lit up closet.
"This is all your fault," you mumble angrily, slipping against the wall, frustrated.
"How the hell is it my fault?" Louis snaps back, leaning against the opposite wall.
"You start all of our fights, all of them!" you sigh, running your hands through your hair with stress.

"Oh, and you don't start any fights?" Louis laughed harshly.
"Well, no," you say with a small smile, loving the fact that you were easily ticking him off.
"You just started this one!" he seemed so annoyed and it pleasured you to no end.
"Well I'm not going to live in this tiny closet with you, so just we'll just leave each other alone and maybe they'll let us out," you say whilst leaning your head against the wall and sighing.
"Anything that'll get me out of here," Louis mumbled.
"Good. So shut up," you say angrily.
"You're the one who's talking, love," Louis placed a sarcastic twinge on love, sounding very clearly annoyed with you.
"I hate you," You say coldly.
"I hate you too," Louis said, his tone matching your icy one.
It was silent for a while. Louis was sitting against the opposite wall now, playing with the hem of his white t-shirt, bored. You couldn't help but notice how attractive he was now that you were getting a good look at him. His disheveled mess of light brown hair, his rough cheekbones and his calm sea colored eyes.
Your eyes fumble with the doorknob of the closet, but it was completely locked. "What gave them the idea to do this?" you say after a long while of silence, getting more and more agitated by the minute at the lack of space in the tiny room.
"Hm, I'm not sure," he replied, sighing heavily. "Maybe because we can't fucking last two seconds without fighting."
"It's because you're so annoying!" you shout, not really knowing why you're getting so easily irritated. You guessed that you enjoyed seeing him angry, because his eyebrows furrowed and his cute little face crinkled with annoyance. It was adorable. Though you couldn't help but feel the slightest bit bad that you were doing this.
"And you're not annoying?" he questioned loudly.
"No, but you are," you protest.
You can see him getting easily frustrated. Your lips curl up the slightest bit while he watches you, his eyes burning deep into the depths of yours, something going through his mind but you weren't sure of what it was.
"Say that again," he said in a low, daring voice.
"You're annoying," you say confidently. "And obnoxious. And really bad at winning fights," you laugh a little to yourself at the last part.
He suddenly pins you up against the wall, your heart pounds against your chest while you stare up into his eyes, his face just inches away from yours. You swallow hard, your breath gaining speed while his hands grip your wrists, bringing them up beside either side of your head.
"Is that so," he whispers huskily, his lips just touching the sensitive area of your earlobe. You gasp when he takes it in his teeth, nibbling it a little bit.
He presses against you, while you swallow again and nod. "Y-Yes, you're terrible at winning fights." His lips are dangerously close to yours at this moment, you were still frightened but you were actually quite enjoying this moment.
"I'm not terrible at winning fights," he says softly, his hot breath seething against your lips. He flicks his tongue over his own lips, wetting them before slamming his lips against yours hard.
You press yourself even tighter against his body, your lips immediately meeting in the angry sync they were moving in. He slammed your hands against the wall again, his fingers still intertwined with yours while he immediately deepened the kiss after the action, his head dipping while his tongue slid into your mouth.
Your tongue slipped against his roughly, while you felt him hardening and rising against your stomach. His hands released yours while immediately your fingers fumbled with his t-shirt, pulling it off and tossing it so your hands could touch the warm, tanned skin of his slightly toned chest.
Your fingers moved up and down his biceps while he tossed your shirt off, unclasping your bra and dropping it to the ground. You felt him get even more hard against you while he stared at you, his breath heavy as he pulled from the restraints of the kiss.
He lifted you up more against the wall while he took your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nub before soon taking it in his mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair, while you let out a throaty moan.
"L-Louis," releases from your lips while you gently tug down his sweatpants, releasing his prominent bulge begging for release against his boxers. You loop your fingers around the waistband and slip them down his legs while he kicks them off, you wrap your fingers around the head while slowly rubbing it gently.
He rolls his head back. "Fuck," he whispers softly, while you press your fingers gently around his length, pumping him in a painfully slow motion. "Y/N," he breathes, his head dropping against your shoulder. "I need to be inside you," he breathes heavily.
You teasingly smirk. "Then do it already."
He slides your shorts down with your panties and quickly cups his hands under your thighs, pulling you up against the wall more while he slowly presses his tip against your entrance.
You needed him though. You pull yourself downward, allowing yourself to sink into his length while you let out a struggled gasp along with a whimper at the sharp pain that singed through you.
"You ok?" he asked, his fingers slipping around your hips while he brought his eyes to yours curiously.
"Y-yes," you answer after a while, before he presses his hips against you to push himself even further, earning a heavy moan from you.
"Oh, fuck, Louis!" you scream while he pulls out and then thrusts himself back in, hitting himself even deeper with each roll of his hips. "What the hell! Don't stop!" you demand, wanting to get an angry reaction out of him.
And that's exactly what you got out of him. He wrapped your legs around his waist and sharply thrust his hips against yours, quickly, just barely giving you time to adjust before he quickly guides your hips against him. You both moan louder and louder each time, not even caring that the other boys could be back by now.
"L-Louis!" You stutter, while you open your eyes to him watching you writhe against his thrusts with pleasure.
He hisses through his teeth, while he pounded into you even harder.
"Y/N," he groaned, dragging your name out. You felt him spill into you, his warmth filling you up completely.
He thrust a few more times, his thumb pressing against your clit while you snake your arms around his neck, throwing your head while you felt yourself spill around his length.
You were both breathing heavily, he was panting the most while he pulled out of you. You stumbled to walk but you felt yourself sore, while he tossed you your clothes and pulled his clothes on.
"I still hate you," you pant, leaning up to fix his hair.
"I still hate you too," he smirked before he pulled you into him and pressed his lips against yours.

-raspberryhoran