You Get All 5

You Get All 5 Part 5

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Part 5

You get all 5- Part 5

"Lottie is going to kill me!" Louis screams, pulling away from you and grabbing your arms to analyze the broken handcuff..

"Lou?" you asks and he scoffs.

"Yeah," he says, dropping your hands and sassing out of the room. You laugh, partly because of Lou's sassiness and partly because you were winning this game.

You sit there for a second, but the door opens before you can relax.

"I almost know who you are," you say cockily as you listen to him getting closer to you.

You feel yourself being lifted, bridal style and being carried over to the bed that you remember seeing there before you were blind folded. Being able to use your hands again felt like the best thing in the world right now. Even though the remains of the handcuffs were still locked into place, being able to feel around the guys body felt like a privilege.

He places you on the bed and you sit there for a second, swinging your legs off the side and wondering what he was up to.

"Where are you?" you ask him, reaching out your arms for him. You didn't have to reach far. His hands grabbed hold of yours, pulling them behind you and tying something around your wrists.

"You're tying a rope around my wrist?" you squeak when you feel the rope burn. You have no idea why you keep talking, especially when they won't answer.

You fiddle around with your new restraints, flinching as the rope passed against your skin.

You feel him run a finger down your thigh, then lean in and bite your lip, longingfully.

"Your bandmates took care of the foreplay, hun," you say, wishing you could just pull him in. You were already missing being able to use your hands.

He holds onto your legs, pulls you closer to him and slips between your legs. You moan softly as he rubs his member on your entrance, teasing you.

You moan, squeezing him between your legs, trying to get him closer to you. His hands rub down your body, stoping at your ass and he squeezes softly.

You lean back on the bed, supporting your weight on your arms as he slowly enters you. He enters in one smooth, calm motion, that felt so good it was a tease. He starts pumping, slowly, not entering you completely and leaving you sitting there, bounded, bothered and craving more.

"Faster," you beg, between gritten teeth. You had been waiting for this all afternoon, the teasing was almost painful.

He listened.

He pushes into you completely and forcefully, causing you to scream out in pleasure. You struggle against the ropes, desperately trying to claw at him, feel his body. You wanted control. You wanted to be able to hold him, run your tongue down his body, run your hands through his hair.

You roll your head back, enjoying the feeling of his hips knocking against yours, when you hear him moan you," Fuck, Y/N, you're so tight."

You could have killed him.