One Direction Imagines

drunk sex- louis

Louis gripped into my arm, steadying me as I stumbled into the hallway.

We had gone out with the lads drinking, to celebrate 1000 days since they were in a band, and I got a little bit drunk. Louis was pissed, because the paparazzi got photos of me drunk, almost falling over.

I didn't usually drink, but when I did, I'd get fucking mortal.

"Can you just stand for a second? I need to unlock the door."

We were sharing an apartment for a year now, and he was always happy and in a good mood, but I knew that tonight he was upset because of my behavior, which meant no sex.

"I'm soooorrrrryyy Boooo.", I slurred and poked his cheek as he unlocked the door and pushed it open.

I giggled when he scooped me up and carried me inside over his shoulder.

"Whooop I'm going to puke if you don't put me down."

I pinched his asscheek and he dropped me on the couch, before running a hand through his hair.

He let out an exasperated sigh and looked down at me.

"Take my shoes off Lou?", I said in a whiny voice and did circles with my ankle, to prove my point.

He knelt down and took both my heels off, setting them next to him. I thanked him and pulled him by his collar towards me, but he gripped into my wrists and set them on my lap.

"No sex tonight, you're wasted. You need to sleep."

"Come on Louis...we never got to shag on the couch...", I trailed off and ran my hands up and down his chest. He stood up and shook his head.

"Stay here, I'm bringing you a glass of water."

I pouted and layed back into the couch. I suddenly felt incredibly hot in the tight dress I was wearing, so I pulled it over my head, remaining in only the blue lacy underwear. Louis' favorite underwear, to be more precise.

I stood up from the couch and slipped into my heels, knowing that it would turn him on even more. I might have been drunk, but I still remembered his turn ons.

Louis strolled back from the kitchen with a glass of water in hand. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me in my underwear.

"What...", he mumbled and gulped before coming to me and handing me the glass. I drank it and felt myself sobering up a bit.

I placed the glass on the coffee table, making sure to flash him my ass I bent down.

I looked at him surprised that he didn't touch me, like he usually did.

"Come on Louis...let's have sex...", I whispered in his ear and slipped my hands under his button up shirt.

"Brielle, no.", he protested, but didn't move an inch.

"Why not?", I asked in his ear and kissed his ear lobe, before pressing kisses to his neck.

"Because you need to sleep..."

I smirked, knowing instantly what to do to make him cave.

My hand travelled down his chest, stroking his abs with my fingertips, until I reached his belt. He tried to push my hands away, but I swatted his hands before he could do anything.

I cupped his obvious erection.

"Your mouth says something...but he says something else."

I slowly started to unbuckle his belt, never breaking eye contact with him.

"So who should I listen to...hm? Your mind...or him?"

I unzipped his pants and pulled them down his legs. I licked my lips when I eyed him hard in his boxers.

"Listen to him.", he breathed and I smiled triumphantly as I got down on my knees, pulling his boxers off, so they landed at his feet.

I took him in my hand, before slowly starting to pump him. He groaned, closing his eyes. I ran my tongue along his tip, then slowly up his vein, before taking him into my mouth.

His hand immediately came down to my head and he tangled his fingers into my hair, guiding my head. With my free hand I cupped his balls, squeezing and massaging them. He pushed himself in as much as he could and I gagged, making him moan out my name and pulling me up to meet his hungry lips.

He pushed me into the couch, before he came to straddle me.

He unclasped my bra whilst he pressed kisses all along my shoulder and neck. Then he turned me so I would lay on my back and he could hover over me, between my spread legs.

I attempted to take my heels off.

"Leave them on...I love it when you scratch down my back."

I was dripping as he took a nipple between his lips and started sucking. I moaned, closing my eyes. His fingers touched my folds and I moaned his name.

"You're so wet for me baby...", he panted and started pumping himself a few times.

"Just get in me Louis.", I demanded, blinded by lust.

He suddenly thrusted in me and I yelled at the sudden wave of pleasure that hit me. His right hand rested on my hip and his left hand rested on the arm rest beside my head.

He kept slamming into me, making me moan each time he thrusted. I ran my hands down his back, over his ass then back up, into his hair.

He did a really deep thrust and I groaned, digging the heels in the back of his thighs, making him groan as well.

He bit down my lip and tugged on it as he went faster. My toes curled and I gripped into the couch, knowing that I was reaching my orgasm.

"Louis...", I breathed.

"I know, me too.", he panted and gazed my forehead with his lips.

"I love you.", he whispered and slowed down.

I knew he was going to cum every second now.

"I love you too.", I said and he kissed me, sending me over the edge. He came right after me, and then stood still, recovering from his high.

He pulled out of me and sat up, pulling his boxers up.

"Where are you going?", I asked, feeling that I was about to pass out every second now.

He grabbed me from under the knees and my back, lifting me up.

"Let's get you to bed babe."