One Direction Dirty Imagines

Wrestling

“Louis, I’m here!” You shout as you walk through the door of your best friend’s house. You kick off your shoes and placed your overnight-bag next to it. You and Louis have been best friends for over 3 years. You’re friends with the other 4 boys too, but you and Louis always had a stronger bond than you have with them.

You run up the stairs to Lou’s bedroom, where he told you he’d be. You stop dead in the doorway at the sight of Louis laying on his bed, in nothing but a pair of gray sweat pants. He draws his attention away from whatever he was watching on tv to look up at you and smiles.

“Hey (Y/N! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in!” He exclaims as he slowly gets off of the bed.

“It’s cool, your house is practically like my own! I don’t mind letting myself in.” You say, making Louis giggle slightly. How you adore his laugh.

He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. You throw yours and his neck and you rest your head on his shoulder. After you two hug for a minute or two, Louis pulls back slightly so he can give you a quick peck on the cheek. You lower your head so he doesn’t see you blush. You kiss each other a lot, but it doesn’t mean anything, to him anyways.

“Care to watch Wipeout with me?” He asks. You giggle and nod.

He runs and jumps onto the bed, putting on a little show for you, before laying down. He locks his fingers together behind his head so he can still see the screen. You lay down on your side next to him. You lay your elbow against a pillow and you lay your head on the palm of your hand.

“Cute hoodie.” Louis chuckles. You look down, forgetting what you’re wearing for a second, before laughing with him. You’re wearing Lou’s hoodie that he left at your place the last time he slept over.

After the show ends, Louis turns off the tv and places the remote on the bedside table. He turns onto his side and mirrors the way you’re laying down. You find yourself staring deeply into his eyes, but you can feel your cheeks starting to burn up, so you just stare at the wall.

“Can I use your phone to to check my e-mail? I left my phone at home.” You lie, since your phone is in your bag downstairs.

“Sure thing (Y/N).” Lou says as he hands you his phone, already unlocked.

You click on Louis’ twitter, which is thankfully open. You click the ‘Compose Tweet’ button and type: ‘(Y/N) is the hottest chick on the planet! Like dayum guurl! & I’m a unicorn .. shh. :) xx’. You quickly hit the tweet button and hit the home button before giving Louis his phone back.

“I just gotta check something on my Twitter, then we can do whatever you want for the rest of the night.” He says, eyes glued to his phone. You bite your lip nervously and gaze down, only to have your eyes lock onto Lou’s abs.

“You cheeky bastard!” Louis shouts jokingly, obviously having of read your tweet.

He gently throws his phone onto the bedside table, before getting up on his knees. Before you can say anything he holds your arms down by your wrists. He holds your legs down with his own, and all you can do is stare at him.

“Apologize.” He giggles. You stick your tongue out at him as an answer. “Fine,” he whispers loudly, “just remember all of this could’ve been prevented.”

“What could’ve been prev-” you’re cut off by Louis suddenly picking you up.

He carries you fireman-style down the stairs as you kick and scream. He carries you into the living room, where he moves the coffee table out of the way with his feet. He puts you down, be he still holds onto your wrists.

“We’re gonna wrestle!” He exclaims as he releases your wrists.

“Bring it on, Tomlinson!” You chuckle as you turn your hands into fists.

In one move, Louis gently takes you to the ground. He kneals over you and holds you by your hips. You manage to flip him over, so now you’re on top of him. You’re sitting on his stomach and you’re holding him down by his wrists, like he did to you earlier. Louis easily flips you both back over, since he’s a lot stronger than you. He’s still knealing, except his legs are on the outside of yours.

You let your eyes roam over Lou’s body; his incredible eyes, adorable smile, amazing abs. Your thoughts are interrupted by Louis pressing his lips against yours. You quickly kiss him back and you run your fingers through his hair. His hands grip loosely onto your hips. You open your mouth slightly, and his tongue enters it. You two makeout for a few minutes. Over that time, Louis’ grip on your hips has tightened, and your fingers have stopped running through his hair, and are now holding onto his shoulders. Lou pulls back, but he doesn’t remove his hands from your hips.

“I’m so sorry… I don’t know what came over me.” Louis mumbles loudly, his eyes locked with yours.

“Don’t be sorry, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that to me.” You whipser, causing Louis to smile.

You to start to makeout again, except this time, he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and his hands hold you up by your ass. His fingers drum mindlessly against it, sending chills up your spine.

Lou carries you back up to his bedroom and puts you back on your feet. He leans you against the bed, breaking the kiss so he can take off your shorts and underwear in one swift pull. You step out of them and kick them over to the other side of the room. He quickly takes his own hoodie off of you and you unhook your own bra. He picks you up again so he can lay you down on the bed.

He kisses you from your forehead all the way down to your breasts, where he stops to slowly lick around each nipple, making you moan softly. He starts kissing you again, all the way down to your pussy. You moan as Louis’ tongue enters you. His tongue makes various motions and shapes inside of you as one of his hands massages your clit. His other hand massages one of you breasts. You grip onto his hair and he moans your name, sending vibrations throughout your area. After a few minutes, you cum, and Lou quickly eats you out.

Lou stands up and leans against the bed. You kneal down in front of him. You take off his sweatpants, pausing for a moment to gaze at his huge bulge, before taking off his underwear. You take his dick in your hand and you gently kiss and lick the tip, teasing him. Louis grabs onto the back of your head and pushes it down more, signaling that he wants you to suck it. So, you put as much of it as you can in your mouth and suck on it as hard as possible. He moans your name loudly as you use one hand to pump his dick, and you use the other to massage his balls. Since he was already very hard, he cums in a matter of minutes, and you swallow it all.

You get up on the bed and lick your lips. Louis opens your legs up wide and starts kissing you. Without warning, he thrusts himself into you, causing you to groan into the kiss in half-pain, half-pleasure. Lou has to pull away from the kiss so he can go deeper into you.

“Faster.” You manage to say over Louis’ loud moaning.

He does what you say, thrusting himself into you as fast as he can. You grip onto the bed sheets as you and Lou moan in unsion. He pumps into you so hard that it hurts, but in a good way. He bites his lip, focused on what he’s doing. Once you determine the rythm of Louis’ thrusts, you move your body with his so he can go deeper into you than you ever thought was possible. Louis does one final thrust into you, and it’s enough to make you cum. It sends him over the edge too, and you two shout each other’s names as you orgasm together.

Lou pulls himself out of you and collapses next to you. You both breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath. Louis pulls up the blankets and covers both of you. He pulls you closer to him and loosely holds your butt. You rest your hands against his chest.

“(Y/N),” Louis whispers as his eyes lock with yours, “would you make me the happiest guy in the world and be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Lou.” You murmur. He kisses you softly on the lips, before resting his chin above your head. You fall asleep in each other’s arms. ♥