1D smut book

louis - rock me

credits: spaghetti-mcgee (tumblr)
warnings: smut, dom/sub, touching, teasing
word count: ~2043

Your boyfriend Louis runs backstage after performing his band- One Direction's- hit song, Rock Me. You proudly clapped as he rushed over to you.

"That was great, babe! As always," you told him. You were about to continue until Louis slammed his body against your own, pinning you against the nearest wall.

"I want you to rock me," he informed you breathlessly, beads of sweat on his forehead from the heated performance of the song. Your heart skipped a beat at his sudden forceful behavior.

"W-What?" you stammered, surprised.

"Come on, baby. I'll be your Superman. Be my Wonder Woman," he requested, his hands sliding down your arms before locking around your wrists and pinning your hands against the wall by your head.

As the other boys came off the stage, you started receiving whistles from them, mostly Harry.

"Shut it, Styles," Louis barked, his eyes never leaving yours. You took a shaky breath before smiling and nodding. A seductive smirk formed on his lips as he let you away from the wall and started to lead you down to a hallway.

"Lou, I swear to God, if you're gonna try and get me to do it in a bathroom, I'm-" you began before he cut you off. He chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm not that classless," he joked. He opened the door to his dressing room, closing and locking it behind you both.

He gripped your shoulders tightly and pulled you against him, forcefully pressing his lips against yours. The way that he seemed so desperate for you only made you want him more.

Your fingers locked around his hair before pulling roughly, causing Louis to release a low, gravely moan. You pulled your lips from his before giggling quietly at his pleasure.

"You like that, baby?" you asked him. He pressed his forehead against yours and nodded, his hot, steamy breath coming in heavy bursts. You smiled deviously before giggling and tugging on the brown locks entwined in your fingers.

An even louder moan escaped his lips and his grip around your wrist tightened significantly.

"Oh, God," he exclaimed quietly. "(Y/N), that's not fair. You know what that does to me." You hummed in smug reply, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Fine then. I guess I'll just have to even the playing field," he taunted. Your eyes widened as his head sank even lower and his lips pressed against the spot just below your ear.

"Louis," you whimpered, trying to suppress a whiney moan. He chuckled quietly, causing his voice to vibrate on his lips which were still pressed against your hot-spot. You gasped quickly as you grabbed the fabric of his shirt and fisted it tightly, the other hand pulling his hair which you still gripped strongly.

"How do you like it?" he asked. A quiet moan fell past your lips as he started to suck on the skin.

"Louis, stop," you begged quietly. As he kept going and you could feel the blood being brought to the surface of your skin, the pleasure it caused became more and more apparent.

"Oh, my God, Louis, stop," you repeated. When he still didn't stop- and even started to nibble on the very tender skin- you tried to take matters into your own hands.

You pulled very roughly on his hair, causing him to let out a sudden, loud groan and rendering him at your will. You were in control.

As his eyes squeezed closed, you shoved him to the ground and straddled his hips. You tightly grabbed the fabric at the collar of his shirt and ripped it apart, exposing a hard, toned chest. Your heartbeats went in flutters at the sight.