Criminal Love

⭕️Chapter Five⭕️

Fear For Nobody by Maneskin
Ugh, imagine Louis' rhythm matching the drums in this song, hot.

When Louis opened his apartment door, I don't know what I was expecting. All I know was that I wasn't expecting there to be paddles, handcuffs, and other things literally hanging on his walls. The apartment is black with red and navy blue accents, quite modern. "Since you never confirmed your kinks... nor did you disagree with actually having kinks... I think we should... explore. How does that sound?" Louis says, walking from behind me, tracing his finger along my jawline. I audibly swallow, the rush of excitement ebbing through my veins.

"Do you do this with all of your first dates?" I ask while Louis grabs my hand and takes me further into the apartment. "No, you just seem to be... tangible... like all you want to do is scream out into the hot air." He says while turning me around to face him,making my breath hitch in my throat. He gently shoves his hand on my chest, sitting me down on a deep red velvet couch that I didn't know I was in front of. I sit down, legs apart, doing nothing but inviting him onto me.

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The air is already so thick, we haven't even kissed yet. He finds a way to somehow get onto my lap, even though he is clearly a dominant, I can't help but think his size is adorable. He would kill me if I say that out loud, though. He wraps his hands around my neck, letting me openly submit to him, and I don't think I've ever been this turned on before. All of a sudden his lips are on my throat, making me gasp.

I feel his teeth graze against my skin, my body completely pliant in Louis' grasp. He starts making his way up from my throat to under my left ear, right where my sweet spot is. "Oh god.." I moan out as Louis' lips attach to my earlobe, tugging. My hands fall from his waist to my sides as Louis' hands slide under my shirt, before resurfacing and nimbly undoing the ribbon around my neck.

His lips detach from my earlobe and are suddenly on my open mouth, biting and pulling on my bottom lip. "Do you like the idea of a little blood?" He asks against my bottom lips, his words slurred a bit due to the consistent pulling. All I can do is whimper and nod my head, I don't know what he would do if I gave him the actual answer, which is 'I have no idea.' "Good."

I feel him bite and suck on my bottom lip, making it sore and swollen, but I don't care. He brings his face away from mine and I notice a red tinge to his pink lips. My own blood. I would be lying if I said I wasn't turned on by the sight of it. Louis darts his tongue out to lick at my blood on his mouth. Fuck. He suddenly grips my face in his hand, forcing my lips to part as he brings himself over me.

Suddenly my blood and his spit is traveling down my throat. He lets me close my mouth and swallow before tapping my cheek. "Good boy." He says lowly, making me whine. "You liked that, didn't you?" Louis asks me, hands now undoing the black buttons going down the front of my shirt. "Undoubtedly." I confirm, poking my tongue out to collect the remains of the blood staining my lips. "Ha, I knew it." He says, getting down to the last button, peeling my shirt back and I suddenly feel insecure with Louis' gaze on my torso.

"Ho-ly shit. I would've never though that this long haired puppy has so many tattoos on his body. To be honest, babe, tattoos turn me the fuck on." He praises, and fuck-a-doodle-doo, I'm finding so much out about me because goddamn. Being praised can turn you on? That;s something I didn't know.

"You're such a good boy for me, Harry." Louis says, flipping us over so I'm on top now. "I.... I want you to undo every one of these buttons with your mouth, can you do that?" He asks, motioning to his white button down. "My lip is still bleeding.. are you sure?" I retort softly, not wanting to get blood on what seems like a very expensive shirt. "Love, I have like five of these, do it before I make you." He gently threatens, and I hastily get to work.