One Direction Imagines

louis

You look up from your phone as your boyfriend, Louis, gets home. "Sooooo," you say. "Where'd you go? What'd you get me?" Louis had gone out earlier, saying he was picking up a surprise for you guys and you weren't allowed to go with him.

He just smirks at you, hiding the bag behind his back. "Meet me upstairs in five minutes," he says, no room for questions in his tone. "And make sure you're naked."

"What?" you say, raising an eyebrow. "Why am I getting naked exactly?"

"Don't ask questions. Meet me upstairs in five minutes and be completely fucking naked. Or else," he adds, walking up the stairs.

You watch him walk away, thoroughly confused by his weird demands, but you decide to comply nonetheless. Regardless of what his surprise is, it can only end in sex, right? And there are no downsides to sex with Louis Tomlinson.

You strip down and follow him up the stairs after waiting the full five minutes he asked for. You peek into your shared bedroom before opening the door all the way. Louis is sitting on the bed in his boxers, biting his lip ring as he fiddles with something you can't see.

"Hey," you say, suddenly shy, as you cover your breasts with one arm. "What's going on?"

Louis stands up and walks over to you. "You're so fucking beautiful," he says, bending down to kiss you. You can feel him through his boxers, his hardness pressing against you, and you moan into the kiss.

He bites your lower lip, tugging at it, before pulling away. "I picked up some things for us," he says. "You interested?"

"What kind of things?"

He pulls a pair of handcuffs out of a bag on the floor and your mouth goes dry, your heart beginning to race. "Do you trust me?" he asks.

You stare at the handcuffs for a minute, then back up at Louis to meet his eyes. This isn't something you've ever done before, not something you've discussed, but you love him – and there is definitely something sexy at the idea of being completely at his mercy. "Always."

He kisses you again, softly this time, before pushing you onto the bed. He positions you on your knees. "Tell me if this goes too far," he whispers, pinning your arms in front of you and handcuffing them to the headboard.

You nod, swallowing audibly. "Okay." You're resting on your forearms and your knees, ass up in the air. Your hands are gripping the headboard tightly, a little nervous at where this is going.

You're looking back at him over your shoulder, watching as Louis climbs off the bed and grabs a blindfold from the mysterious bag by the bed. You can't help but wonder what else he has in his bag of tricks.

He holds the blindfold up to you, silently asking for your permission, and you nod. He ties the blindfold tightly around your eyes. The darkness is disconcerting, but you're quickly jerked out of your slight panic by the feeling of Louis's hand coming down on your ass.

"You want this, don't you?" he asks, kneading your skin with his fingers.

You whimper as he brings his hand down again. It hurts, your skin is stinging, but it feels so unbelievably good at the same time. The mingling of pain with the pleasure just makes it even better. He brings it down again, and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you can't help but push your ass back against his hands.

"You're starving for it," he says, squeezing your ass roughly. "Look at you. Tell me. Tell me you want it."

You shake your head, but you can't help but moan as he brings his hand down again.

"You're not in control," he says roughly into your ear, pulling on your hair a little. "You gave up your control. Tell me you want this."

"I want this," you whisper, giving in to him as he pulls on one of your nipples. "I need you."

Louis forcefully spreads your legs, before bringing his hand against your flesh one last time, the sound of his hand connecting with your skin mixing with your throaty moan.

His hand tickles your inner thigh a little before dipping one finger inside you, teasing you, touching you.

You moan softly, disappointed, when he pulls always completely. You hear him shuffling around and you tug at your handcuffs a little, impatient and confused.

"Stop that," he says. You whimper a little, but then you hear something – a low buzzing noise.

"What is that?" you ask, straining at your handcuffs even harder.

"I said, stop that," Louis says, closer to your ear now. The buzzing is louder now, and then suddenly, you feel something vibrating against your inner thigh.

"Fuck," you say, jerking away, shocked. It didn't feel bad, it just scared you. "Is that a fucking vibrator?"

Luke just chuckles in response, continuing to tease your thighs a little with it, before pressing the tip of it against your entrance.

"Holy shit," you moan, spreading your legs even further for him. You've never used a vibrator before and the sensation is completely overwhelming.

"You like that, huh?" Louis asks, pushing it even further inside you. He does something to it and the vibrating increases in pace, and you squeeze your legs together, desperate for more friction.

"Shit, Louis, please," you moan as he pulls it out, pressing it against your clit, ever so teasingly, before rubbing it against your slit.

"Please what?" he says, pushing the tip inside you before pulling it out again. "What do you want me to do?"

"I need more," you bite out, yanking at your handcuffs.

He shoves the toy inside you in one thrust, before pulling it out and shoving it back in again. You moan loudly, wishing more than anything you could reach down and rub your clit. He's fucking you with the toy, and while it's not quite as good as his cock, you love the feel of it inside you – and the fact that Luke is watching you come undone. You're so close – right on the brink of your orgasm, when he removes the toy completely.

"Goddamnit, Louis," you cry out.

He slaps your ass again, punishing you for your impatience. He disappears off the bed for a second, but then you hear him settling behind you, his fingers digging into your hips.

"No screaming," he says, but before you understand his warning, he pushes himself inside you completely, and you can't hold back the yell that bursts out of you. He slaps your ass again, before pulling out and shoving back in. "I said no screaming."

He stays still for a minute, so unbelievably still when all you want him to do is keep thrusting you. And he knows that, you know Louis knows that, and god he's taunting you. You're so full and he's so deep and you need more.

Finally Louis pulls out, ever so slowly, before slamming back inside of you. "You're so tight. You feel so fucking good. You were made for me, weren't you?"

You nod, practically sobbing at this point, desperate for release. "I'm all yours, Louis," you say, tugging at the handcuffs again. "All yours." You push your ass back against him and he groans, his fingers digging tighter into your skin as he stills your movements.

But finally, finally he starts to move, thrusting into you with wild abandon. "You're trembling for me," he says, his skin slapping against yours as he takes you completely.

"Please, Louis, please touch me," you moan. Louis finally reaches around, rubbing your clit roughly with your finger, bringing you over the edge. You cry out, your hands squeezing the bedframe as your body contracts around Luke.

He pushes into you through your orgasm, losing all sense of rhythm, but shoving into you deeper, once, twice, three more times, before groaning loudly and filling you as he slows his pumps.

Louis kisses your lower back before reaching for the key and untying your handcuffs and removing the blindfold. You rub your wrists, which are now red from your efforts.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, concerned, grabbing your hands to examine them.

"No, I'm fine," you laugh, still catching your breath. You lean forward to kiss him lazily.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he chuckles.

"I'm just wondering what else is in that bag of yours."

"Ah," Louis says, smirking at you. "I guess you'll find out next time."