Dirty Imagines

Louis Tomlinson *Christmas Present*

Louis Tomlinson        Christmas Present

The smell of cinnamon and mints filled the room. You sat on the couch curled in a blanket as you sipped your hot cocoa. It was snowing rather harshly outside and the streets and roads were blocked so people couldn't go to places. The worst part? It was Christmas day. You were stuck inside the two-story cabin with your boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson - not that you were complaining. The two of you had rented a cabin and were hoping that the rest of the band would join you, but no one was going anywhere in this weather.

The fire was cackling as it burned wood and you looked at the TV and saw that it was passing Forrest Gump. You smiled to yourself and clicked the channel that it was on. One of your favorite parts came on and you said the lines, "Run, Forrest, run," just as Louis walked into the room. He gave you a small smile and lightly shook his head.

"Are you watching Forrest Gump without me?" He asked playfully.

"Maybe...." You said in a guilty voice.

He sat next to you and wrapped his arms around you. You sighed and leaned back into his warm embrace. You turned to ask him if he wanted cocoa but his lips sealed yours and his tongue playfully bantered with your tongue. It was the usual tongue of war but much slower and passionate. As you both pulled away, Louis rested his forehead gently against yours. "You taste like cocoa." He smiled, kissing your forehead.

"Thank you," You replied.

It was silent - except for the TV - and you looked to the window. You were slightly disappointed no one would be coming because you had made a fantastic lunch for everyone and now it would just be there, mocking you.

"It's okay, sweetheart, there is always tomorrow." Louis informed you.

You let out a sigh, "I know, but..." You trailed off.

"But...?" Louis questioned.

You turned to look at him as you set your cocoa down onto the table in front of the couch you were on. "I wanted to show off my cooking skills."

Louis chuckled, "Is that all?"

You shook your head no, "I also wanted to ditch everyone and have loud, rough sex with you while they would - more or less - be drunk and passed out in the kitchen or guest bedrooms."

He raised a brow, "Loud, rough sex?"

"Yes," You told him with a firm nod of your head.

'Why must it snow today?!' Louis thought to himself, 'I like loud and rough sex, especially when it's with (Y/N)!'

You stood from the couch and turned towards Louis. "Hey, Lou, I'm going to go take a shower. Can you do me a favor and go online to make sure the guys are okay?"

"Of course, (Y/N)." He smiled at you.

You thanked him and quickly made your way up the stairs so you could take a nice hot shower. As you took a shower you couldn't help but think about the gift you had gotten Louis. It actually wasn't for him, it was for you, but he would nonetheless enjoy it as well. 'Oh God, now I'm sexually frustrated!' You thought. Once you were finished with your shower you stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself. You quickly blow-dried your hair and then walked out of the bathroom. You changed into sweatpants, a black, long-sleeved shirt that read "Naughty not Nice" in white, and black socks that had white snowflakes. Thinking about the present you had gotten Louis was bad, but thinking about what you would do to him was even worse. You shuddered slightly and then went down-stairs. When you got down you saw that Louis was going to grab his present.