1D smut book

louis - not now.

credits: N/A (tumblr)
warnings: smut, fingering
word count: ~866

"Louis, not now."

"C'mon. This is boring. You can't possibly find what they're saying interesting."

"I'm paying attention for you, Louis. You're barely listening and you need someone too otherwise you'll be signing unknown contracts."

"Done it before. Look what that got me."

"Just take your hand off of my thigh and listen."

But he wouldn't listen and his pointer finger would begin to draw patterns on your inner thigh, dangerously close to the crotch of your panties and your hand would tense around the glass of coke you'd ordered with your dinner. And Niall would be sat opposite you, and he'd notice your change in behaviour and look at you confused, but you'd smile at him to give him reassurance but he'd nod slowly and turn his attention back to the one speaking.

And Louis would looking down at you, smirking with his free hand holding onto the pint glass containing beer that you could smell on his breath.

"You need to lay off the beer tonight, Louis."

"V'only had two."

"Two too many, Louis."

"Y'no fun, baby."

You'd give him a roll of your eyes and turn back to the woman who was no talking about touring and countries that would love to have them visit and perform shows in, making mental notes of just the few that you'd never been too and would have to ask Louis if you could visit there when he was putting on a concert. And another round of drinks would shortly arrive, but, his hand would still stay on your thigh, his finger playing with the crotch and pushing it to the side, his skin coming into contact with your clothed folds.

"I can feel you getting wet for me, baby."

"Louis, please. Not now. It's not the right time."

"Now is very much the right time. I'm bored and you're bored and I don't know why we've come here because they'll just call us in to sign whatever and we'll have to hear it all again."

"This is your career, Louis. Just listen to them."

But he wouldn't listen to either you nor the management team, and he'd brush his fingertip up your slit before he reaches you bundle of nerves and rubs them softly. And you'd emit a shiver through your body and you'd accidentally elbow Harry who's sat beside you, and he'll look over and see if you're okay - because he thinks you nudged him to tell him something - but you'd smile as best as you could and whisper a soft 'sorry' because you couldn't trust your voice with Louis' finger flicking over your clit.

And you'd be so thankful the table had a tablecloth hanging over it to hide what his wandering hand would be doing.

You'd dip a hand down to wrap around his wrist, but it would stop his movements as he pushed his finger into you and began to thrust his wrist up, ignoring the hold you were trying to have upon his joint. And he'd smirk when your cheeks would flush and the meeting would come to a slight halt because Liam needed to go to the toilet, and your foot would kick out momentarily and hit Niall in the shin and he'd groan out heavily.

"I know you two are bored but has it really come down to beating your mates up?"

"No, sorry, won't happen again. I'm sorry, Niall."

And, you'd purse your lips shut and close your eyes. Your nails digging into Louis' wrist as quickened his pace and curled his fingers around, touching the one spot that would usually have you squirming - but you couldn't kick out because you'd kick Niall again, nor could you throw your arms around because you would hit Harry again - and you couldn't you scream out and tell him to go faster because you would draw yourself an audience and you really didn't need people to know what Louis was doing beneath the table.

"Y'so good, baby. Are you close, hm?"

"So close, Louis."

"Alright. Just a bit more and then you can cum, okay?"

And you couldn't find it in yourself to whisper back so you nodded with a blush and grabbed your drink, bringing it to your lips to take a swig. And as Liam would sit back down, the meeting would commence before dinner arrived, and you'd edge closer and closer to an orgasm, and he'd use his thumb to rub your clit and that's when you choke on your drink and cough and splutter, your body leaning forward as you ground your hips against his hand every so discretely and cum against his fingers.

"Are you okay, love?"

"M'fine, Harry. I just choked on my drink. Went down the wrong hole."

"Alright. Have my napkin. You've dribbled down your chest."

And, Harry would pass you his napkin and you'd dab at your chest before he'd lean down when the attention was off of him and he'd whisper softly with a smirk on his lips.

"Your best bet is to get your sexual feelings out before the meeting when you're at home together. Not do it during." x