hostage || l.t ✔️

forty five

London Reed
I run my hands down the soft material of the black skirt I was wearing because Louis told me we were going to the club and I wanted to look good for him. I then had the bralette top that used to be Erin's, the one I once told Louis, I'd never be caught dead wearing.

How times have changed.

I was also wearing the lace underwear he brought me, and my hair was down. Amelia was coming over so we can take her because Harry was going to meet her there, but asked Louis to take her. I was excited because I like Amelia.

I smile to myself to the mirror and walk out. Louis was sat on the couch with his phone open, messaging someone and he looked up when I walked in, but double looked at me.

I smirk and walk past him, pretending I didn't notice. "Woah, London-" he said and stood up and started to jog over to me.

"Yeah?" I play off, chewing on a cracker. He had wide eyes, looking down at me, then looking me up and down. "What?"

"You're going to wear this?"

"Yeah?" I look down as well, I had my pink converses on, only because it's the only pair of shoes I have. "Why?"

He grabs my hips, spinning me around so my lower back presses to the counter. He grabs my ass and picks me up to place me on the counter. "God, I'm gonna fuck you so hard in this later tonight," he looks down. "It's not even covering anything," he puts his hands on my sides, near my breasts.

"I know," I smirk. He tuts and shakes his head.

"Maybe I'll fuck you now," he pulls my top out, looking down into it, all the hickeys are unhealed and still there.

"Uh, uh, uh," I tut, I jump of the counter which pushes him away. I wanted to tease him now. I walk over to him and he smashes our lips together and I kiss him back. I hold the sides of his neck, teasingly sliding my hand down to his jeans, holding the belt of his jeans.

I squeeze my hand down into his jeans and he grabs my hand. "C'mon Louis...I know you want me too," I taunt and he stares into my eyes which I bat my eyelashes at  him softly.

"You're being a brat,"

"How?"

"I can see straight through you, you're going to get me hard and not finish me off," he pulls my hand out completely and places it by my side. He shakes his head. "And by your face, it tells me I'm right,"

I shake my head, but he smirks and goes to walk away. "Wait-" I grab his arm. I drop to my knees, undoing his belt before he could say anything. I open his jeans and he obviously helps me because he wants me too.

"Are you going to finish me off like a good girl?" he pulls himself out and he was hard enough that he stood out straight, enough height for me to stay how I was. He steps closer and his tip presses on my closed lips.

We were in the middle of his kitchen, and I part my lips to take him in my mouth, however, he took matters into his own hands and thrusted his hips forward so he hits the back of my throat.

He smirks, grabbing my hair and wrapping it around his hand. I grab his hips, to hold myself and I bob my head up and down on him, his hand pumping the parts I couldn't fit which is just under half way, I didn't really have a gag reflex.

He held my head still and I couldn't move it from the tight grip in my hair. He starts to thrust his hips into my mouth, making my eyes widen as he literally fucks my mouth. My chest heaves as little air comes through my airways, his lip was bitten as he focuses on fucking my mouth.

I moan on him and he tosses his head back, rocking into my mouth, I hum lowly on him. "Fuck sakes, you're being a good girl and letting me fuck your throat,"