My phone buzzes with a text from Louis.
From Louis
My flat tonight?To Louis
I'm quite tired. Can we just take it easy?From Louis
Of course babeSighing, I throw the blankets off of me. I spent all day putting finishing touches on my album and now I'm exhausted. I don't even bother to change out of my relatively fancy clothes to go to Louis'.
"I'm here." I call into Louis' flat as I walk in.
"In my room!" Louis calls back. I drop my bag by the door, yawning lightly. "Hey gorgeous." He says, walking in.
"Hey." I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Babe, can I have some clothes to change in to?"
"Sure." Louis says.
He leads me into my room, pulling out a tee shirt and sweatpants. Before he can even leave, I turn my back to him and start pulling off my tight clothes.
I'm being quite bold for a virgin.
I'm left in my panties and bra, biting my lip. As I'm about to pull on Louis' shirt, I feel his hands on my waist.
He pushes my hair over one shoulder, pressing kisses around the large tattoo on my back. Then he makes his way up to my neck, biting and sucking at my sweet spot. I have to let out a loud moan.
"Louis." I moan out, turning around to face him. "S-Stop teasing."
I feel him smirk against my skin. He continues to kiss down the center of my neck, down the middle of my breasts, and across my stomach.
My knees go weak as he gets lower. I have to lean my back against the wall for support. His fingers slip into the waistband of my panties on my hip bones, slowly pulling them down.
Louis kneels down, spreading my legs and slinging one over his shoulder. I moan again. The sexual tension is just too much now.
My boyfriend smirks up at me, his hand resting at my hip bone. But he refuses to pleasure me.
He stands, roughly pressing our lips together. Louis' tongue slides into my mouth. I run my hands down his chest, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside. I do the same with his sweatpants.
Once Louis is unclothed, he pins both of my arms over my head. He uses one hand to hold my arms up while the other is resting on my hips. He continues to tease me.
"Louis, please." I beg, my voice weak.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Louis asks, slightly out of breath. I nod. "Are you a virgin?" I blush, nodding again. Louis grabs my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his. "Don't worry, love, it's okay. I'll be gentle. Just make sure you tell me if I'm hurting you in any way."
Louis connects our lips once more as he reaches to my back and unclips my bra, allowing it to join the pile of clothes on the floor.
Louis grabs my thighs, carrying me over to his bed. I land on my back, Louis giving me a second to throw my hair into a messy bun.
His lips find their way down my stomach, down to my heat. Louis smirks at me, dipping a finger inside me. I moan loudly.
"Mm, so fucking tight." Louis growls, his other hand on my lower stomach, keeping me pressed against the bed. My hands are desperately clutching the sheets.
Louis' tongue works wonders on me. I arch my back, a pit forming in my stomach.
"Ugh, Louis." I cry out. "Don't stop."
His thumb massaging my clit is what sends me overboard. I can tell Louis is finding enjoyment in watching me squirm like this.
"God, you are so fucking beautiful." Louis says, connecting our lips once more. "Are you sure you wanna keep going?"
"Yes." I nod enthusiastically.
Louis positions himself at my opening. "Tell me if I hurt you." He whispers, pushing my legs open again. He pushes into me.
It hurt immensely at first. A few tears fell down my cheeks, which Louis quickly wiped away. But the pain slowly turns to pleasure.
"Oh, fuck." I groan as Louis starts to thrust a bit harder.
His lips connect to my neck again, harshly biting at my skin. No doubt I'll have multiple hickeys tomorrow morning.
Only a few minutes later is when we've come off our highs. We flop beside each other, warm bodies pressed together.
I rest my head on Louis' chest, closing my eyes. He wraps his arms around his, drawing circles in my back.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
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Strings Attached. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)
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