The lights are dim and the dance floor is packed, heat radiating off each body that is trying to get their fix for the evening. Her shoes are sticking to the floor from alcohol being slopped out of cups despite there being a few signs that requested no drinks on the dance floor.. Or at the very least bottles to prevent the mess that open cups can cause.
The woman knew the grip on her hips was going to bruise in the morning but it was just a side effect of her night ahead of her. The brunette man who had approached her had his lips against crook of her neck placing a mixture of kisses and marks. She was never this bold, finding herself in this mix with a stranger who had barely muttered his name. Luke? Lou? Louis? Definitely a short L name. But, L was never this way apparently.. or at least that was what he was telling her when she was dragging him to the bathroom. The single stalls in the back of the bar are a blessing as not many know about them so they are cleaner than the ones in the front. They're also meant for staff but what someone doesn't know doesn't hurt them.
Their lips are attached back to each other as the door shuts behind them. the brown haired man pinning her against the door as she fumbles with trying to get the little nub on the door to twist confirming that it is locked. His leg is slotting between her legs to keep her body propped up against the door as his lips reattach to her neck. Her hands are running across the freshly cut sides of his hair and finally meeting the messy top that he keeps longer. His hands work their way to her thighs, rubbing the smooth skin on the inner thigh before barely brushing her core. His lips are on every piece of exposed skin that he can see, sucking small marks in some places and stopping just before a mark will form in others. His fingers finally reach where she is begging for him, his finger ghosting over the damp lace of her underwear. "who's got you all worked up?" he mumbles against her skin, earning a moan from her when his finger slips between her folds. She doesn't respond as her head falls back against the door like she hasn't been touched in a while. His thumb circles her clit, gently pressing against the bud as his lips leave her skin to try and see her.
"gotta use your words" he chuckles, adding more pressure to the finger that is circling her clit. "please.." she trails off desperately wishing to remember his name that he had muttered an hour earlier. "Louis" he catches on to her trailing off. "Please louis" she mewls as she looks down at the man with a puffy bottom lip from biting it. His pointer and middle finger sink in to her with a faint squelching sound and fuck if the noise doesn't go straight to his dick. "so wet.. and tight" he mumbles as his fingers curve against her walls feeling the soft spot that makes her head fall back to the door. His fingers work her open, occasionally rubbing against the soft spot that makes her breath catch from time to time.
A rather loud whine leaves her lips as his hand pulls away from her, both fingers coming up to his mouth to get a taste of the girl. "mm.. if I had time my face would be buried in that pretty little pussy.. but I know we've gotta make this fast" he mumbles, pressing one last kiss to her chest before unpinning her from the door.
"ass this way, I wanna see it while I fuck you" he grins as the girl follows his instructions eagerly. Her hands grip the cool sink as she takes the position he instructed, her ass popped out towards the man. His hands are pushing the pleather material up to her waist, his hands ghosting along the bare skin of her ass and waist. She was mentally thanking herself for choosing the black thong versus her comfort pair that she was going to opt with thinking she wouldn't be in the situation she is in.
The bass is still bumping but it seems further away now but she can still feel it in her veins. Despite her still being able to make out the words of the song without struggling she can hear the metal of his belt clank against each other and the faint sound of a zipper. His pants and boxers pool on his thighs as he gives himself a few pumps ensuring he is fully hard even though the throbbing he had been experiencing since the dance floor. His head slips between her lips and nudges against her clit as he positions her back to arch down so her ass is out to him more. He lines himself up and is pushing in to her warmth, groaning at how wet she is and how well she wraps around him. 'fuck" he grunts as he watches himself disappear in to her as much as he can in the poorly lit bathroom.
He lets her adjust before his hips start to move at a rather quick pace. her body is pushing against the sink as he thrusts trying to keep her from moving by holding her hips still. His hands are digging back in to the same spot they had been on the dance floor. His thrusts are sloppy and quick but he still manages to nudge her g-spot more times than she is used to during sex. He's barely holding on listening to her moans and watching her reflection in the mirror, her eyes rolling back in to her head each time he thrusts in to her harder than the last.
"I'm.. s-so close" she whines, her head dropping to look down at the sink. His hand reaches between her to rub the bundle of nerves. He knew she was close before she announced it by the way she was clenching around him and the shaky legs he was having to support. "go on pretty girl. say my name" he whispers in her ear, his thrusts are slower now but with much more force. His hand is rubbing in the same spot and she's falling apart sooner than she'd like to. "fuck louis" she moans, her head falling back against her shoulders as he watches from behind.
He pulls out after she has worked through her high, giving himself a few pumps before he is cumming against her ass. His hands rest on her hips for a few seconds for them both to catch their breath. He backs up, pulling his pants up further before reaching for some of the tissue in the bathroom to clean himself and then his mess against her back. They're both situating their clothes back on to themselves when there is a knock at the door. She lets out a giggle and looks at him before opening the door and walking out together.
She had given Louis her number and said her goodbyes before going back to her friends. His intentions had only been a night cap, but he definitely got more than what he needed. He was still thinking about her as he opened the door to his home, being careful not to make too much noise. He toes his shoes off and carefully puts the keys where they hang in the entry way. The house is dead silent and there's a glow from the kitchen light above the sink as he passes by to head to the stairs. He makes his way up them, catching a glimpse of another light softly illuminating the dark hall through a cracked door.
He opens the door and pauses there in the frame to take in the sight that was in front of him. His y/n who had only thought he was going out with his friends for a quick drink after a long practice had tried to wait up. A book in her hand still open to the page she had been on and her head against his pillows. She hadn't even turned out the lamp. He was on a high when he had driven home, his body enjoying the after sex euphoria. That same feeling is erased, guilt taking over its place immediately as he recounts the events of the night. Just the thought of her home alone trying to stay awake for him while he was buried in some girl was enough to break his heart.
