[anorawrites]

Pairing: Louis Tomlinson x Zara McDermott

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Blowjobs

Description: Zara blows Louis

Word Count: 507

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“Oh, fuck, your mouth,” Louis groaned, pleasure coursing up his spine as Zara’s throat squeezed around his aching cock as she swallowed him down. She’s so fucking good, so good, her mouth so wet, her throat so warm.

He slid his fingers through her silky hair, gripping her skull for purchase and pumping his hips in little, tiny thrusts, trying to maintain a sense of control and not fuck her mouth senselessly and choke her.

She swallowed another inch of him until her plump lips, still colored red from her earlier application of lipstick after dinner, brushed his wavy thatch of pubic hair. He forced himself to watch, eyes roving from her mouth stretched around his hard cock to her warm brown eyes that were so intently focused on his. But he so desperately wanted to close his eyes and relax into the building waves of heat pulsing through his body and gathering in his groin.

His legs fell open wider, hips tilting in the chair. He gathered more of her gorgeous hair in his grip, the softness of it a tactile pleasure in its own right, while he traced his other fingers lovingly over her beautiful face, thumbing at where her cheeks hollowed around his cock. “You’re so good, baby, so fucking hot.”

She blinked owlishly up at him, her throat fluttering and squeezing around him some more, before backing off his cock only to duck down again, building a rhythm.

He was so hot, tiny electric shocks pulsing through his cock, bating him, egging him on for the big lightning strike that's to come. He wanted to chase them and get lost in them. He wanted to come so bad, he was getting so close.

Zara pulled off his prick, lapping at the head and sucking on the tip, and Louis felt another wave, another hit of tiny lightning, the thunderclaps coming closer. She tilted her head, her hair cascading down her shoulder as she mouthed at his shaft, sliding her lips and tongue up and down it, before sucking him down and deep again, swallowing hard around him. He couldn’t even control his moan, internally cringing at how wanton he sounded.

And then all too soon he was coming, his abdomen clenching, toes curling as he groaned out a moan, electricity spreading all across his body, nerve ending and synapses firing. His hips were jerking of their own accord as he came down her throat, his fingers tight in her soft hair.

Zara swallowed most of it dutifully, pulling off at the very end because she knew how much he loved seeing his cum marking her gorgeous face. And it did, drops spattering across her lips and her tongue — which she stuck out to catch them. And some on one of her cheeks and a bit on her nose. He wiped some of it off with his thumb, his chest rising with his pants, and fed it to her, his cock twitching pitifully as she sucked it off his thumb.

“So good,” he whispered.

[anorawrites]

Toy Time

Pairing: Louis Tomlinson x Zara McDermott

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Vaginal Sex, Riding, Butt Plug, Squirting/Female Ejaculation

Summary: Zara rides Louis while he wears a vibrating butt plug

Words: 1.8k

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Zara loves riding Louis. She loves that it gives her a different kind of power over him than pegging does. She loves that she can set the pace still, and that clench of her pussy can still make him melt and become senseless the way her strap-on does. The way he groans and gasps under her control and grips her hips and tries to make her move faster, and she can knock his hands away and pin his wrists and make him hers. But this is a whole other level. 

Today she opens him up, slipping a lubed finger inside while they kiss, fucking it in and smiling at the feeling of the puff of air of his gasp against her lips. It’s so easy to slip another finger in as they kiss leisurely, enjoying the taste of one another, lips grasping and reluctant to part. And he sighs when she adds another finger, practically begging for it, the way his body relaxes and lets it in. It always makes her so wet, pussy throbbing and clenching at how good he is for her.

“How does it feel?” She asks, biting his bottom lip and dragging her teeth over it and down his chin as she fucks her fingers in. 

“Fuck–” he breathes. “Feels good.” 

“Yeah?” She smiles, pressing it into his chin and cheek. “It’s about to feel even better.” She plants a kiss on his cheek and then sits up, slipping her fingers out. She tosses her head to the side to sweep her long bronde curls over her shoulder and bites her lip as she watches him eye her full breasts. She gives him a dazzling smile before ducking down and pressing a quick peck to his lips. “I love you,” she whispers. 

“I love you too,” he returns, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, lips curved in a serene smile. 

She sits up again and whips her fallen locks back over her shoulder before fishing around the jumbled sheets for the plug and remote she’d set down earlier. She pats around the sheets, eyebrows furrowed as she searches and then–Ah, there! She grabs them and holds them up, showing off her bounty to a low-lidded Louis. 

“You ready?” She asks, wiggling her eyebrows. 

Louis laughs, throwing back his head and shaking it before meeting her eyes again. “Sure.” 

Zara giggles and places one hand, still holding the plug on Louis’ knee, and the other hand still holding the remote on his other knee, and pushes until he puts his feet in the air and scoots his hips up more. 

“Oooh, look at that pretty thing.” Zara places the remote next to his hip before sliding her thumb over his pink, puckered hole. 

“Shut up.”

“Nooo! It really is cute.”

“Cute and pretty aren’t the same thing.”

“No, but it definitely can be both and is,” Zara counters, giving him a cheeky smile. He’s looking at her from between his legs, but he throws his head back with a sigh. 

“Whatever, just put it in.”

“Will do!” Zara smiles widely with a wink. She returns her attention to the shiny, pretty thing and presses her thumb in this time, just to feel the stretch of it with her finger again. She really does like fingering Louis. With reluctance, she pulls her thumb out and then presses the black silicone plug inside of him. 

“Ohh, fuck,” Louis moans, as the plug stretches him out. 

“Mmm, fuck yeah, I wish that was my cock, but you’re going to feel so good inside of me and I can’t wait to feel how you lose control with that thing inside of you.” She finishes pressing the plug in a daze of want, her cunt hot and swollen and so eager for him. Once the plug is settled, she gets a full eye of her conquest, Louis’ thick cock hard, pink and aching, the head peeking up a bit over his foreskin and leaking little droplets of precum. Her cunt throbs harder, clenching at the thought of it. She settles up on her knees, grabs the remote from where she placed it, and then presses it into his right knee as she grasps the other and pushes them down. He complies, spreading out his legs and reaching out for her as she shifts and climbs up onto his hips. “Hi,” she smiles, grinding down onto his cock and eliciting another groan from him, his hands finding her hips and squeezing. 

She sits up, moving the remote over into her non-dominant hand and reaches back with her other and grasps his cock, guiding it into her pussy as she sits back down on it. “Uhh,” Zara whines as he enters her, stretching out her cunt. Louis groans with her, squeezing his eyes and tilting his head back into the pillows. “God, you feel so good.” Her cunt spasms around him and he grips her hips, fingers flexing, jaw clenching. She begins shifting her hips, slowly sitting up on her knees and sitting back down, riding him languorously, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of his thick cock inside of her before remembering the remote. She shifts it back over to her dominant hand and holds it up to see it better, reluctantly opening her eyes to view the button. She rubs her thumb over the silicone remote to the soft buttons and pushes the on button. 

Louis gasps beneath her, “Oh fuck,” tilting his hips down on the remote and screwing his eyes shut.

“Fuck, yeah ride it while I ride you baby,” Zara says, grinding down on his cock and gasping when he thrusts up into her. She places her hand on his chest and sweeps her thumb up to the vibration control button, and presses it a couple of times. 

Louis seizes, a gasp tearing from his mouth as his body tenses and shakes, his hips moving up trying to get away from the incessant pressure of the plug before quickly plummeting down to search for it again, rewarding himself with deeper pleasure. Zara moans with each short thrust of Louis' hips as he rocks them on the plug and into her. Together they set a steady pace, meeting each other's thrusts and grinding into each other.

“How does it feel?” Zara asks, her long hair curtaining her face as she stares down at him. 

Louis' fingers flex on her hips before he lets one hand go to sweep up over her stomach to her breast, fondling it. “So good, but sorta overwhelming.”

“Hmm,” Zara hums as her thumb finds the button again, controlling the vibrations. “There's seven other vibration patterns, so just hold on a minute it's going to be—”

“Oh fuck!” Louis cries out, hips snapping up and jostling her as Zara presses the button several times, increasing the vibrations. His hands tighten on her hips and her breast.

“I know, sorry! Just wait a minute…should be–there! That should be back to setting two.”

“Jesus Christ,” Louis says and lets out a huff. His body slowly relaxes underneath her. “Fuck, okay, that's better.” He props up his feet, his hand dropping from her tit and back to her hip and then tentatively rolls his hips, gasps and then shoves back up into her causing her to gasp as well. 

She sets the remote down next to his shoulder and places her other hand on his chest as she matches his pace, snapping their hips together and then rolling them apart. “How do I feel?” She asks, gripping his chest and squeezing around his cock.

“Fuck, so good,” Louis pants, thrusting into her and groaning. 

She picks up the pace, rolling her hips faster, fucking down onto his cock and whining as each thrust pushes her closer to climax, her abs spasming and her fingers clenching on his chest. 

Louis fucks her harder, whimpering each time his hips roll back down and the vibrating plug presses into his prostate. “Fuck, I’m close, shit—I don’t think—oh—god!” Louis groans, rolling his hips down and squeezing his eyes tight. 

“It’s okay, baby, I want you to come. Fucking fill me up, I can’t wait to feel it.” Zara slows down and grinds down on Louis’ cock, eliciting another whine from him as her hips push him even further down on the plug. He shoves his hips up with a sigh as the pressure ebbs. 

“Yeah, baby, I’m gonna fill you up,” Louis groans, “Just give me a second, I’m so close.” Louis’ hand falls away from her breast to grip her hip again as he shifts his feet open wider before thrusting wildly. 

A smile bursts open on Zara’s face as pleasure courses through her with each slap of their hips, pressing brief pressure to her swollen clit, her own orgasm barrelling closer. “Yes, fuck me, fuck! Oh! Ah, ah!” 

Belatedly, she remembers the remote that she had sat down next to Louis’ shoulder, so she picks it up, fingers quickly searching for the vibration control button and pressing it. 

“Oh, shit–-fuck!” Louis groans, squeezing her hips, chin tilted up towards the ceiling, eyes screwed shut. His thrusts become more erratic, and Zara bounces on his cock, letting him control the movement until she feels that familiar rush of warmth filling her, Louis’ cock, jumping inside of her. “Zara–”

“Ah–fuck,” Zara whines, pussy clenching around him as she milks the rest of his orgasm, hers right on the precipice. She holds herself over him, staring into his eyes until she can’t anymore, screwing them tight as he rolls his hips, fucking her hard again until she feels that dam burst inside of her, wet warmth flooding. 

She shoves her hands up to his shoulders, gripping tight, shaking as she holds her body up above his hips. Her pussy clenching around her orgasm as she sprays and drips over his cock, squirting. “Oh!” She moans, “Fuck!” Her body shakes, her thighs quaking as she comes all over his cock, her orgasm ransacking her body. When she finishes she immediately chases seconds, grinding her cunt down onto his cock and pubic mound and crying out at the pleasure. Her eyes roll mindlessly as her second orgasm is ripped from her body, quivering, back bowing, waves of ecstasy washing over her body in seismic waves.  “Jesus,” she breathes when she finishes. It's the hardest she's ever come. She blinks hard, the ebbs of her orgasm still blurring her vision, and then stares down at Louis, who still has his eyes shut tight, body twitching under hers. 

“Oh fuck! Sorry!” She reaches for the abandoned remote and presses the off button before falling off and crashing down next to him. “Jesus Christ, that was good. Did you like it?” She turns to look at him. 

“My mind feels so clear,” Louis replies, eyes still closed. His arms and legs are spread out like he’s just finished a yoga flow and ended in savasana.  

“Same,” she smiles, reaching for his hand and gripping it. 

[anorawrites]

The First Time

Pairings: Louis Tomlinson x Zara McDermott

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Pegging

Summary: The first time Zara pegs Louis

Words: 3.7k

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“So that's something you would do with Sam?” Louis asks, eyes intently on Zara's.

“Ehm yeah. Sometimes…Do you think you would ever be interested in that?” She asks, twirling a piece of luscious, dirty blonde hair between her fingers, deep chocolate eyes focused on his.

Louis lets out a whoosh of air, rolling over on his back to stare at the ceiling. His tongue peeks out as it traces over his teeth while he thinks. “I don't know…maybe? I never really thought about it before, but…I'll try anything once. If that's something you want, then sure.”

“Oh, baby, really?” Zara asks, her heart rate picking up pace in excitement. She sits up to lean over him a bit, hair cascading down her left shoulder. 

“Yeah sure. Why not? You'll take care of me?” Louis’ blue eyes pierce Zara's and then scan over her face as she nods. 

“Of course. Sam loved it, honestly. Always gave me good marks. And like – of course I'll be very gentle and if you don't like it we don't have to do it ever again…But I'm super proud of you for even being interested in trying. Means a lot.”

Louis preens at that, his cheeks flushing a bit as he shrugs. 

***

It’s a rainy day, the day they decide to go all the way. They’ve been slowly working up to it over time, experimenting. It started one day in the shower, Zara dropping to her knees and working a couple fingers in him as she sucked him off. And Louis knows that he likes that. Zara’s not the first person he’s been with that stimulated his arse while giving him a good blowie. Eleanor did that too. So it’s been gradual, working up to this day, and Louis is glad for that. Makes it less nerve-racking. 

They’re snogging in bed as rain cascades down the windows, towels slowly unwrapping from around their waists. It’s a dreary day and they’ve been spending most of it shacked up in Louis' bedroom watching movies until they finally got up half an hour earlier to shower. When they'd kissed in the shower Zara grabbed his arse, spreading the cheeks apart and thumbing lightly over his hole. When Louis hadn't protested she’d switched to her pointer finger, using the water to gently ease her way in an inch, and then she whispered against his jaw, “Can I fuck you today?” And he nodded yes. 

So now their kissing, Zara pushing Louis onto his back and straddling him, her fingers tangled in his hair as she grinds down onto his dick, pussy soaked. His hands come around to her hips, gripping them and holding her down as he thrusts up against her, and she lets him get away with it for a few thrusts before reaching down to grab his wrists, encircling her fingers around them and guiding them up above his head. “Not right now,” she murmurs, grinning cheekily at him. She climbs off of him and shuffles on her hands and knees to the bedside table where he keeps the lube, retrieving it from the drawer before shuffling back over to Louis. 

“Put your feet on the bed,” she instructs and Louis stares at the ceiling for a moment before doing as told. She eyes him for a second, consideringly, dropping the lube next to his hip and gripping his knees with her hands to guide him to spread his legs more. 

“Hmm. Hand me a pillow.” Louis reaches up and grabs one from next to his head and hands it to her. He listens when she tells him to lift his hips so she can wriggle it underneath him. “There, that's better.” She grips his knees again and then pushes them until he gets the hint, lifting his feet off the bed until his thighs are flush against his chest, knees still splayed. “Perfect. Okay, you're used to this part.” She picks up the lube, opening it and squirting some of the viscous liquid on her dominant fingers. She closes the cap with her non-lubed hand and then spreads the liquid between her thumb, forefinger, and middle finger, watching the liquid string between her fingers when they part. When she feels it's heated up a bit, she leans down over him, supporting herself with her other hand next to his ribs as she finds his hole, rubbing her fingers over it and slicking it with lube. He lets out a pleasant sigh, shifting against the sheets and tilting his head back. She knows he likes being fingered. She's not so sure how the rest of this will go, though. 

She works her pointer finger in and it slides in without much resistance, Louis breathing in deeply in relaxation. She fucks it in for a few moments and then slides in her middle finger to join it, watching the rise and fall of Louis’ chest and the way his lips part slightly as her middle finger fits in next to her pointer. She fucks them in a couple times, noticing the way Louis’ legs fall open a bit more, softly smiling to herself. She slows down her fingers and starts to tilt them up as she watches the way Louis’ breath slows down in anticipation as her fingers find that protruding spot inside of him. She rubs the pads of her fingers against it gingerly and he lets out a whiny exhale. She bites her lip, entranced in the flutter of Louis’ eyelashes as she begins to rub at his prostate more insistently, rubbing her fingers around the spot, up and down. He lets out a low moan and then a higher-pitched whine when she switches, moving her fingers side to side on the spot instead. 

“Like that, don’t you?” She whispers, bending down to her elbow, her hair cascading down her shoulder. Her sensitive nipples graze against his arm and chest as she kisses his cheek and she has to bite her lip to prevent a breathy moan from slipping out. She scissors her fingers, switching back her focus to opening him up, and then fucks them in, picking up pace, the heel of her hand slapping up against his balls. 

He squeezes his eyes shut tighter and nods, biting his lip. She nuzzles against his neck and kisses it as she slowly slips her fingers out, only to add another finger in. It’s a bit tight, so she sits up, sliding her fingers back out and sweeping her other hand around the sheets to find the abandoned lube. She finds it and clicks it open again, squeezing more liquid on her fingers and rubbing it around as she closes the lube and drops it back down again. She positions herself over him and rubs the lube over his arsehole and then tries again to fit her three fingers, watching him slow his breathing down. He opens his eyes when she slides her fingers in, looking up to give her a small smile. He reaches up to cup her face and sits up, stomach curving, to give her a kiss. She kisses him back slowly as she works her fingers inside of him, scissoring them open and then curving them up against that spot, working it until he can’t focus on kissing her anymore, falling back against the pillows with huff. He whines, gripping the sheets and arching his back as he works himself down on her fingers. 

“Fuck yeah, there you go, love when you get so eager for it,” she says. 

He chuckles and bats a hand weakly at her shoulder until she rubs his prostate harder, side to side again. 

“Jesus…”, Louis groans, arching harder and grinding down on her hand more. Zara scissors her fingers open more after a few more thrusts and then slowly works her pinky finger in. When it fits inside, she thrusts them in, sweat building up on her forehead in concentration. 

“Okay, I think you’re ready. Oh my god! I’m so excited.” She slips her fingers out and then sits back on her knees, peering down at him. His chest is flushed, and there's a thin layer of sweat sheening across it and his forehead as well. He’s all tan and glowing and blue-eyed and gorgeous even with his bedhead. She gives him a wide smile before slapping his thigh out of anticipation. She shuffles off the bed to her duffel bag that’s tucked in the corner of his bedroom and zips it open. “Position yourself on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed,” She calls out behind her shoulder as she bends down to find her strap-on. She finds it tucked in the side pocket and stands up, turning around to find Louis right where she wants him. She walks back over to the bed and strokes a hand over his back softly before giving his flank a soft pat and then bending down to slip her legs into the strap-on, getting it situated. 

“Wait right here. I’ve got to find the lube.” She walks around the bed closer to where they were before and finds it tucked into the messed-up duvet. She grabs it and brings it back to where Louis is, opening the cap and squeezing lube onto her palm. She closes it and tosses it to the side as she grasps the dildo with the lubed palm, sliding the liquid over it. 

“Okay, are you ready, baby?” Zara asks, leaning over to peck a kiss on the small of Louis’ back. 

“Sure,” Louis mutters. 

Zara rolls her eyes, but decides not to give in to the banter bait. “Shuffle a bit forward so I can get on my knees behind you,” she says, pushing Louis’ forward with a hand on his arse. He shuffles forward and she gets up on the bed behind him on her knees, grabbing the base of the cock with one hand, and steadying Louis’ hip with the other. “Remember to breathe,” she reminds him as she rubs the dildo against his hole, watching the tip of it catch. And then she slowly slides it in, stroking his hip and ribs and back in wide strokes, petting him. She can hear his deep breaths, and she syncs her own with them encouragingly until her hips are flush with his.

“Fuck yeah! It’s in. You’re doing amazing, baby. Just take some breaths. I’ll start slow.” She gives him a few beats to adjust and then she thrusts forward, gently rolling her hips, gripping his waist softly for leverage. After a few thrusts, he starts rolling his hips, thrusts meeting hers, and she smiles, gripping his hips tighter and picking up pace. She slides a hand up his back into his hair and threads her fingers into it, gripping the strands tightly and pulling as she starts fucking him rougher. 

“Oh, fuck,” Louis groans. She fucks him like that for a few more seconds and then lets go of his hair, sliding her hand down his back and then rearing back to give his arse a firm slap. 

“Figured you like it rough like me, right?” She grins a shit-eating grin even though he can’t see her and slaps his arse again. He doesn’t respond, just lets out a grunt, and she laughs. She slides her hand up his back and then pushes down on his shoulders, slowing down her thrusts a bit. “Get on your elbows, babe.” 

Louis collapses onto his elbows, his arse up high in the air and she grips his arse cheeks, spreading them apart and rubbing her thumb around where her cock sits inside him. She pumps her hips in, setting a slow, deep, hard pace. Louis groans, his hands gripping the sheets. 

“Aw, look at you, baby, you're taking it so well. You love it, don't you?” Zara asks, picking up pace again, thrusting quickly and roughly.

“Oh–”

“Yeah, you do. So fucking pretty taking my cock.” Zara thrusts forward and grinds, chasing that pleasure of the base of the cock on her swollen clit and cunt. “God you feel so fucking good, so tight and warm around me.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, baby, are you enjoying it?” She picks up pace again, leveraging herself with a tight grip around his waist as she fucks into him. Louis just grunts in response, so she drives forward harder, leaning over him with a hand on his shoulder to get a better angle. He cries out then, body shaking, and she grins to herself. That's it. “Hold on a second, baby.” She slows down to a stop and leans her weight on her right knee as she swings her left knee up to place her foot on the bed, all the while stroking a hand over his ribs and hips and scratching lightly at his sweat-sheened back. “Get your hands up under you.” He does, shakily getting up on his left hand and then his right. “Hmm, actually no, back on your elbows and just shift your knees a bit closer.” 

Louis lets out a loud huff and she laughs before smacking a hand to his arse cheek. “Don't be a little cheeky shit or there will be more where that comes from.” 

Louis doesn't make any other noises as he follows her previous instructions, getting back on his elbows and shifting his knees closer, but she can hear the eye roll. She guides his knees a bit with her hands and then grips his hips hard to let him know to stop. She rolls her hips experimentally and nods to herself in satisfaction when his head drops below his shoulders and a breathy whine escapes his lips. “There, right? Feels good?”

Louis doesn't respond, just breathes a bit shakily so Zara drops her left hand from his hip and smacks his arse again. “Answer me.”

“Yes, it feels good! Fuck.” 

“That's what I thought.” She returns her hand to his hip again and then picks up pace, thrusting forward in hard, quick bursts, the sound of skin on skin reverberating around the room along with his breathy ohs and her grunts. She squeezes her eyes shut, chasing the pleasure each slap of the base of the cock brings to her throbbing clit. She's so wet, her pussy clenching around nothing and she wishes desperately that she was filled with something. She's loving this, though, but maybe investing in a double dildo strap would be nice for next time, that way she can have something inside her too. Fuck, yeah that would be nice. She clenches at the thought of it, gripping his hip harder and moaning as her orgasm builds. The sounds of Louis’ moans growing louder and more frequent bring her out of her reverie and fully back into the moment. “God, you're so fucking hot like this Lou. Look at you fucking yourself on my cock. Little cockslut in the making.” She changes pace again, slowing down to hard slow tempo thrusts, fucking in and grinding for a moment before reving back and fucking back in. 

“Oh, fuck, God I'm close. I just need–” Louis shifts onto his left elbow and starts to reach his hand underneath him.”

Zara quickly stops, reaching around to slap his bicep and then leaning back to smack his arse. “No, nuh-uh, not yet.”

“Zara, please–” Louis whines, turning back to look at her, cheeks stained red, eyelashes clumped together with unshed tears. 

“No!” Zara replies sternly. “I'm gonna come first and then you can come.”

Louis groans but settles back on his elbows. Zara begins fucking him steadily then, mouth slack as the pressure in her gut begins to build, her thrusts picking up pace, cunt aching and dripping down her inner thighs. She drops her left knee back in the bed and switches to bring her right foot on the bed and then grinds her hips against his arse one last time before thrusting erratically as white light bursts behind her eyelids as she squeezes her eyes tight shut, her abs tensing as her cunt contracts. “OH, FUCK — baby…” she whines, nails digging into the soft flesh of Louis' hips as she gingerly pumps her own, milking out the end of her orgasm. After a couple of seconds, she blinks her eyes open and leans her weight on him, hands on his back to support her shaking body. “Jesus…fuck. Okay.” She takes a breath and then laughs before shakily grabbing the base of the dildo and slowly slipping it out of him. 

“No!” Louis whines, body tensing. 

“Don't worry, I've got you,” Zara murmurs, stroking his back as she eyes the way his hole greedily squeezes around nothing when the dildo is removed. “Alright, up on the headboard.” It's one of her favorite positions with him, having him wrapped around her back, her fingers digging into the headboard as he fucks her and rubs her clit. She wants him to experience that. 

This time, he does what he's told without complaint, getting up on his knees and shuffling over to the headboard. He takes position without guidance, hands on the headboard, body bent at the right angle, knees splayed at the perfect width, and Zara assumes he’s mirroring what he's seen her do. “Perfect,” she affirms, shuffling up on the bed behind him. He turns to look at her as she wraps around him, and she grabs his chin, holding it firmly as she meets his lips with a kiss. His lips are firm on hers, and his mouth is slick, and she melts into it, enjoying the taste of him. “I love you,” she whispers as they part. 

“Love you too,” he replies, smiling softly. 

She leans back then, grabbing his hip with one hand as she lines the dildo up with the other and then slides it back in, listening to Louis' shaky breathing. When her hips meet his arse she leans forward to smack a kiss on his shoulder as she wraps her arms around him and thrusts. He lets out a loud oh and Zara presses her smile to the crook of his neck, drinking in his moans as she sets a steady, passionate pace. 

She unwraps an arm from his waist and lets a hand wander, sweeping it over his abs and up to his nipples, rubbing a thumb in circles over one and then tweaking and pinching the other. Louis' head falls back against her shoulder and his breathing becomes ragged so she finally reaches her other hand down and wraps it around his aching cock and fucks him faster and harder, tugging in time with her thrusts. She can feel his abs tensing and contracting against her arm as his orgasm comes nearer, his hips thrusting forward into her palm and then back to meet her hips, movements becoming rushed and erratic. She turns her head to watch him, laying her cheek on his shoulder, taking in his flushed cheeks and neck and his bitten red lips parted around his moans and then she feels the hot spurt of cum over her fist and arm as he comes, hips pumping. She squeezes the last bit of cum out of his cock, fist tight around him and she continues to fuck him until he whimpers, batting his hand weakly at her fist. She giggles and bends down to lightly bite at the tendons of his neck before letting go of his waning member. She reaches her hand up to lick some of the cum off of it and then smears the rest against his mouth and cheek to which he sputters indignantly, spitting and cursing at her. 

She laughs, reaching down to slip the dildo out of him and then falls back on the bed, her hair splaying around her. He turns to face her, his mouth a tight line as he frowns down hard at her and she can't help but laugh harder. “Fuck! Your face!” She giggles until her abs hurt and she has to place a soothing hand to her stomach. 

“I'm considering never letting you do that again, because of that.” Louis grunts, knee walking off the bed and over to the ensuite bathroom. 

Zara closes her eyes and laughs harder. “Oh God, I can't! My stomach hurts.” She hears the click of the bathroom light and then the faucet running. 

“Yeah and you fucking deserve it. You little cheeky shit,” she hears Louis call out from the bathroom. 

“You're such a put-on! You loved everything about that!” Zara finally stops laughing and lays a hand on her stomach and the back of her other hand on her forehead as she blinks up at the ceiling, dazed in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm.

Louis finally putters out of the bathroom, face clean and slumps down on the bed next to her. “Did not love that last bit.”

“You did. You loved being filthy and used.”

“Shut up! Did not!”

“Did too! I know you're gonna let me fuck you again. You were all like ‘Oh Zara! Ungh! Fuck your cock feels so good!’”

“Wasn't!”

“Was too! You're such a little slut for it. Thrusting back on my cock and everything. Anyway, I'm thinking next time we get one of those straps that I can insert in me too, cause I was missing it.”

“Missing what? Missing my cock too? Greedy. Can't have it both ways.” 

“Can too! They've got toys like that! I'm gonna order one right after we take this nap. And! Oooh! What if I also buy you a butt plug that vibrates? And I can control it while you fuck me! That would be great! Actually, let me do that right now.” Zara sits up, slowly rolling onto her hands and knees to find her phone. “Anyway after this nap we’ll go for round two and you can fuck me. And then…maybe later we—” Zara grabs her phone off the bedside table and then turns to meet Louis' gaze, wriggling her eyebrows and then grabbing the base of the strap-on. 

Louis groans, squeezing his eyes shut tight and sliding his hands over his face and into his hair, before slipping them off his head and blinking his eyes open at her. “Sure.”

“Exactly! I knew you'd want to.”

[anorawrites]

Only When It's Late At Night

Pairings: Louis Tomlinson x Zara McDermott

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Pegging

Summary: Zara pegs Louis. That's it really.

Words: 1.1k

Read on AO3

“Get on your hands and knees,” Zara instructed, sitting back on her own knees and slapping his thigh. Louis obeyed, wriggling over onto his stomach with her assistance, her hands gripping his hips as he got his hands and knees up under him.

“Fuck yeah,” Zara said in a low voice, slapping his arse cheek.

Louis heard the sound of the cap on the lube clicking open and then a whoosh of air leaving it as she squirted out the lube.

Zara gripped one arse cheek firmly, enjoying the feeling of supple skin and muscle.

Louis shivered as she parted his cheeks, cold air gently skating over his puckered hole as it's more and more exposed.

“Look at that,” she giggled before leaning in to lick a warm stripe against it. He groaned, parting his legs wider, allowing her more access. “Fuck you're so eager for it aren't you. You like that?” She whispered before flattening her tongue against his hole again. She leaned back, gripping the back of his thighs and ducked her head to see his hard aching cock, balls heavy, tip leaking. “You're so wet already.”

“Just get on with it!” He groaned, gripping the sheets underneath him and adjusting his stance.

“Nuh-uh, we’re moving at my pace tonight.” She went back in again, swiping her tongue against his hole over and over, moving it up and down, side to side and darting it in a bit until he was shaking and moaning loudly. And then, finally, he felt the tip of one of fingers swiping now room temperature lube over and around his hole before slowly entering in. He sighed as she fucked the finger in and out a couple times and then groaned when he felt the press of another finger joining it. She knew exactly what she was looking for, pressing her fingers in and then curving them down, finding his prostate immediately.

“Ah,” he whined, shifting his legs further apart and collapsing on his elbows as she started to rub at his prostate relentlessly, fucking her fingers up and down against it and then side to side, following the same pattern of her tongue movements earlier. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as the tip of his cock started leaking precum more and more steadily.

She sat up on her knees then, pressing her pubic mound against the back of her hand and thrusting against it a few times as her other hand reached around, groping for his cock. She slid a slender hand around the warm, turgid velvety skin of it, gripping it and twisting her fist up around it, wanking him a few times before swiping her thumb over the tip of it. He was shaking underneath her, closer and closer to ecstasy.

“Turn back over. I want to see you come,” she ordered and then slipped her fingers out of him. He whined, but listened to her instructions, flopping over onto his back. She gripped the back of his legs and then pushed until he got the hint, bending his knees and lifting his feet up in the air. She found his hole again with her fingers and slipped them back in, arching her fingers up and finding that beautiful nub inside of him again.

His legs began to shake, toes curling as she rubbed her fingers against it over and over until cum was striping up his chest and he was crying out.

“Jesus,” he sighed as his cock finished pulsing. He dug the heel of his palms in his eyes as she laughed.

“We’re not done yet babe. Get back on your hands and knees. I'm gonna fuck you now.”

He rolled over back onto his knees and she climbed off the bed. He looked over his shoulder to watch her step into the harness of her strap on, the pink dildo now sitting thick and heavy between her legs. She caught him watching and gripped the base of it and gave him a wink before climbing back on the bed behind him. He heard the sound again of the lube being opened, squeezed and then shut and then the slick sound of it being applied to the dildo. And then she gripped his hip firmly, nails digging into his skin, as the other hand eased the dildo against his hole before she slowly pushed it in.

She took her time, rubbing a soothing hand up his flank, telling him to breathe when she felt him tense up and then finally the base of the dildo hit his arse. And then she started fucking him, easing her hips slightly back before thrusting them forward, building up a rhythm.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, the feeling of the thick silicone cock moving against his oversensitive prostate causing him to harden up again.

“Fuck yeah, look at you taking it like a champ,” she said before slapping his arse, the loud smack reverberating across the room along with the sound of skin on skin.

She laid down over his back then, hips still pistoning forward, and wrapped a hand around his throat, digging her fingers into the sides of it like she would when he was on top, fucking her. He couldn't take it anymore, pleasure building in his gut and slowly spreading out over his skin.

“You're close, yeah?” She whispered, her soft lips tickling the outside of his ear.

He nodded the best that he could, her hand still wrapped around her throat.

“Good, cause I am too.” She sat back up then, squeezing his throat one more time before slipping her fingers around to the back of it and threading them into his hair and tugging. She sped up her thrusts, moaning loudly above him and he couldn't hold on anymore,the dull pain of his hair being tugged intermingling with the pleasure of his prostate continuously being nailed. He came again, cursing below her and then a couple minutes later she cried out as well, her thrusts becoming more erratic and then slowing down to a stop.

“Christ that was good,” she said, slightly panting behind him as she tugged the dildo out. He whined a bit and she rubbed his hip soothingly. “You're alright, love. Did you enjoy it?”

“Fuck yeah, you're good with thing,” he replied, rolling over onto his back, eyes roaming her frame, particularly her pert breasts as she slipped her legs out of the strap.

She gave him a wink before crawling back up the bed to curve around him, leaning down to give him a deep kiss.

[anorawrites]

Valentine's Day with Louis

Pairings: Louis Tomlinson x Fem!Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: fluff, smut, valentine's day, romantic date, wine, louis x reader are married, cunnilingus, pegging

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and your husband, Louis Tomlinson, has a surprise for you.

A/N: My first and probably my last Y/N. Hope you enjoy it! And please let me know about any typos.

Words: 5.5k

It’s a slightly warm evening for February so you feel comfortable in non insulated tights. You sit on the edge of your bed rolling the sheer black tights over your toes and then up your calves as you hear Louis puttering around in the bathroom. You aren’t sure exactly what Louis has planned for the evening, but you’re excited regardless, a warm, buzzing feeling settling over your skin and then deep down into your bones. 

You stand up to finish pulling up your tights and then slip on a black corduroy skirt and a red cable knit sweater that’s thin enough to not be too stifling. 

“You doing okay in there, love?” Louis asks from behind the bathroom door.

“Yeah babe I’m fine,” you reply. “Are you? You’ve been in there for a minute.” 

“Yeah love! Don’t mind me. I just want everything to be perfect for tonight.” 

“Oh-kay,” you draw out in a sing-songy voice. 

Louis made sure you got plenty of time in the bathroom before he went in so it wasn’t as if you needed to be in there. It’s just strange. He doesn’t usually stay in there that long when getting ready for nights out. 

You go over to your dresser and open your jewelry box to finish getting ready, choosing a gorgeous earring and necklace set that Louis gave you for Christmas. A simple gold chain ordained with a teardrop diamond pendant and matching teardrop diamond earrings. As you finish putting on the earrings the ensuite bathroom door finally opens and Louis steps out looking gorgeous in a black sweater and black straight leg slacks, his hair up in a quiff. 

“Oh darling,” he says as he strides over to you, adjusting the sleeves of his sweater, rolling them up a bit near his wrists. “You look gorgeous,” he moves a piece of your hair behind your ear and then cups your cheek, leaning in to give you a kiss. 

“You do as well,” you say when you finally part from the kiss, “I’m loving the quiff today.”

“Yeah I thought I’d bring it out for our special night out,” he replies, staring at himself in the dresser mirror and adjusting the front of the quiff a bit. 

“What exactly are we doing tonight? Are you finally going to fill me in?” you ask, laughing a bit when Louis gives you a cheeky smile. 

“Well dinner of course. Where exactly is still a surprise. But then I figured we could come back here and I could indulge you a bit.” He turns from the mirror towards you and puts his hands around your waist, pulling you in. 

Your eyebrows knit in confusion. “Indulge me?”

“Yeah...you’ll see. My Valentine’s present is pretty special. I don’t want to give it away.”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. “Oh-kay. Well what time is our reservation? Should we get going?” 

Louis turns his wrist, looking at his watch. “Hm, yeah. Let me call the car.”

You have a lovely, gorgeous dinner at Bestia, sipping wine, sharing pizza and eating pasta. You’re both stuffed when you're done so you decide to find somewhere to walk around for a bit, holding hands and chatting. There’s something about the energy that night that feels like it’s going to become a core memory. Even the way the night air settles over you brings a sense of peace to your gut. And you keep catching Louis looking at you and each time you catch him he cuts his eye with a shy smile. It makes your heart feel like it’s too big for your chest.

After you’ve done a few loops around the block Louis slows down walking, dropping your hand to face you. “Alright, well your present is actually back at home so do you think you’re ready to head back.”

“Sure,” you reply with a smile. Louis returns it and you can tell something’s off about him now. He seems jittery, rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet while he calls the car. When he finishes the call he pulls you in for a hug, his hand rubbing soothing circles over your back as you wait for the car. “Thanks for such a lovely dinner,” you say softly, breathing in the smell of his cologne. 

“Of course, love. I want you to feel special tonight.”

The car finally pulls up and he helps you in, holding your hand as you step up into the black SUV. The ride back to the house is mostly quiet. Louis cracks a joke every now and then, but he also seems lost in his thoughts. As you get closer to the house the energy shifts and there’s a buzzing, crackling sense of anticipation. 

The car finally pulls into Louis’ front gate and when it reaches the front door he hops out the car first and reaches out a hand to you to help you step down. “Be careful, darling.”

Inside Louis directs you to take a seat on the couch, telling you he’s gonna grab some more wine. You wait patiently in the living room, scrolling through your socials until Louis appears in front of you with two glasses and an uncorked wine bottle. 

“Should we pop on a movie?” Louis asks, setting the glasses and wine on the coffee table. 

“Um…sure. If you want.” You study Louis out of the corner of your eye. He still seems to be acting a bit weird. 

“Why don’t you find something while I pour us some wine?” You find a random movie to watch because you know that it’s going to end up as background noise more than anything else. 

Louis sits back on the couch, handing you a glass of wine before slinging an arm around your shoulder. He turns to you and raises an eyebrow. “Grown Ups, really?”

You settle down under his arm with a giggle. “We both know we won’t be watching it for long,” you reply with a wink. 

Louis widens his eyes in faux surprise. “Oh really?” 

“Yeah.” You take a sip of your wine slowly, staring at Louis from underneath your eyelashes as you drink. He stares at you openly, his lips slightly parted. And when you finish you sit up, reaching over to set the glass on the coffee table, before turning to him with your own raised eyebrows. “Sooo, what’s the other present gonna be? Still planning on dragging out the surprise.”

Louis chuckles softly, lifting a hand up to softly pet his quiff. “No. Not for much longer. But it’s not time yet.” He shifts a bit on the couch, eyes focussed on the tv screen for a second before they flit back to you.

“Aww, must be really special.” You shift on the couch until you're slightly sitting on your legs, your torso leaning towards Louis while your feet point the opposite direction. You place a hand on his thigh and squeeze.  “You seem nervous,” you finally comment, studying him as he touches up his quiff again, the other arm still hooked around your shoulders, slightly tense. 

He gives a small laugh. “Ay, I am.”

“Why? You're perfect.” You say softly, grabbing his hand from his hair and giving it a squeeze. 

“I can’t quite say yet. It's part of the surprise.”

“Oh my God. What else is there? Tonight's been perfect.”

“I know. Can you hold out just a little while longer?”

You sigh. “Sure. Fine. But whatever it is you shouldn't be nervous. I'm sure I'll love it.” You both turn back towards the tv for a minute, pretending to watch the movie, before you finally roll your eyes and huff out a breath of impatience and turn towards him. You place a hand on his thigh and lean in, having just enough time to admire the way his eyelashes sweep across his cheekbones as his eyes flit over to yours before you lean further in to kiss him. He immediately responds, pulling you in with the arm around you and kissing you back with urgency, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek. The thumb cupping your cheek lightly traces the side of your mouth, sweeping down on it slightly and you open your mouth a bit more, allowing him to take charge of the kiss. 

You let out a little sigh as he licks into your mouth, tilting your head back to give him deeper access as you slide over further into his lap. The kiss starts to slow down and become more sensual, as you settle into the natural rhythm of it. You’ve got both your hands cupping Louis' cheeks, fingers sweeping over the ridge of his cheekbones and the prickle of his facial hair. You can feel him getting hard underneath you so you grind your hips down, loving the way the Louis' fingers grip your hips tighter in response. 

You grind down again, watching the way his lips part, his tongue darting out to wet them. “Do you wanna fuck?” You whisper, leaning down to brush your lips against the soft ridge of his ear. 

“Don't you mean make love? I mean it is Valentine's Day.” Louis' eyes glitter with mirth. 

You roll your eyes in response. “Love, I think you care more about Valentine's Day than I do.” You go to stand up, carefully sliding back off his knees, checking behind you to make sure you don't knock into the coffee table and the wine glasses sitting on top of it that are still somewhat filled with merlot. 

You grab the remote and turn the TV off, dropping it back onto the table and then turn back to Louis, your hands on your hips. “C’mon get on with it. I've had a lovely evening, but I'm ready to get to the best part.” 

Louis' still leaning back on the couch, his hands spread on his lap, a smirk lighting up his face. “Quite the impatient one aren't you.”

“Louis, you didn't marry me for my tact nor patience.” 

“Aye, true enough. Alright let's go then.”

***

Louis lays you out on the bed, his hand carefully caressing the back of your head as he kisses up your neck to your waiting parted lips. You let out a soft breath as your lips meet, the kiss starting tender and sweet, but quickly heating up as his other hand caresses softly up your leg to your hip. You can feel yourself getting wet and as much as you appreciate him wanting to take it soft and slow you’d much rather hurry things along, so you trace one of your hands up his back, slipping it underneath his sweater, loving how soft and warm his skin feels. Then you pull your hand out and slinking your fingers up into his hair, gripping it. He lets out a heavy puff of air when you do and responds in turn by biting down on your lip, making you moan. His hand is gripping your hip now and you part your legs automatically, inviting him to crawl between them.  

“You think you’re up for fucking me tonight?” Louis whispers in your ear, his breath lightly tickling it. 

“Of course i’m fucking you tonight.” You respond, giggling.

He cups your cheek, leaning in to rest his forehead against your face and neck as he softly laughs. “No, love I meant like… you fucking me.”

“Oh!” You giggle a little harder. “Yeah I’m up for that,” you whisper back, meeting his warm, blue eyes with a smile. Your heart beats a little faster and you feel your temperature rise at the thought of it. You think back to the last time you and Louis experimented, how intoxicating it was being in control and how erotic it was to watch Louis open up on your fingers and then fall apart on a dildo. 

“I was hoping you’d say that. I know we talked about saving it for a special occasion and I thought well what’s more special than Valentine’s Day.” He sits up, shrugging his shoulders with a cheeky smile on his face.

“For the last time Valentine’s Day isn't that special,” you reply. 

“Ah, it’s all about perspective and who’re spending it with though! You're special to me.” He leans down to kiss your cheek and then pats your knee before getting up from the bed and going to his side of the dresser and then digging around in one of the drawers. He finds what he’s looking for, a long rectangular box wrapped in red wrapping paper with a piece of red decorating string tied around it in a bow. He strides back over to the bed, his half hard cock, bulging out a bit from his boxer briefs. “For you my love,” he says, handing you the gift with another kiss on the cheek. 

“Oh thank you,” you respond with a slight air of put upon. You take the gift, releasing the bow before tracing your fingers along the tucked in edges of the wrapping paper. You tear at them and slide the wrapping paper off the box of a pink dildo and strap on set. “It’s perfect,” you whisper, tracing the shape of the picture of the dildo on the front of the box. 

He sits on the edge of the bed next to you watching as you flip the box in your hands and start to pick at the clear sticker taped to the box to keep the top and bottom of it shut. “Oh let me grab some scissors.” He says as you struggle to peel up the edges of the sticker. You wait on the bed patiently, hearing him digging in the ensuite bathroom drawers for the scissors and then you realize with a start that you still have your clothes on. So you stand up and begin the arduous process of stripping off your tights. 

Louis runs back in the room with the scissors, a smile on his face before he notices what you're doing and his smile drops. “Now hold on, love, that's my job innit?”

You finish peeling your tights off and toss them to the side. “I still have some clothes on if you want to take them off.” You toy with the hem of your skirt for a bit, before dragging it up along with your hands, revealing your lace underwear. 

To your satisfaction Louis watches your every movement with rapt fascination. Your hands reach the waistband of the skirt and the skirt flutters back down. You inch your fingers over to the button, undoing it and pulling down the zipper. The skirt falls down and you step out of it and saunter over to Louis who's still stock still. You internally smirk at the fact that you can even get energizer bunny, Louis Tomlinson, to be frozen with lust. 

His eyes track you as you walk over to him and when you're finally close he reaches out for you. “Hi,” you whisper leaning in to peck a kiss on his lips. 

“Baby,” he whispers, returning your peck and then nuzzling into the side of your face. His hands find your hips again, the cold metal of the scissors he’s still holding dig into the side of your ass cheek. 

It finally dawns on you that this is why he was so nervous before and you reach up to stroke his hair and face, gripping his cheeks with both hands, pulling him back to be able to look into the deep pools of his eyes. “Is this what you were so nervous about being perfect for me?”

Louis' eyes dart to the side like he doesn't want to admit it to you, before he meets your gaze steadily and nods. 

“Oh baby! Darling. You know I'll take care of you right?” 

“No, I know! It's just…I wanted it to be romantic and stuff and then I thought it might be weird that this is your gift but  – I know you've been wanting to try it and – I want to try it too and all – so I just.” He shrugs.

“Well, Valentine's Day is for you too. And – it’s perfect honestly. It's all been perfect. I'm glad we get to try this. I do want to do it tonight.”

He smiles softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling and then ducks his head for a second before meeting your eyes again. “Alright well – let's get on with it then.” 

You lean back in to kiss him again, giving yourself away to the soft, slick feel of his mouth before you part, the buzz and excitement of the moment  sliding across your skin and crackling in the air around you. You take stock of Louis for a moment and wonder how you should go about this, if you should be more in control and dominant or more loving and in the moment. You figure a combination of both fits. “Alright, well, go get the box open then!” You raise an open palm over in the direction of the box and as Louis walks past you you can't help, but to slap his ass. 

“Getting rough with the food already aren't you,” Louis teases, picking up the box and slicing through the tape keeping the flaps shut. He sets the scissors to the side and starts to open up the box. 

“What? Isn't that my job?” You tease, sticking out your hands for the box. 

Louis sighs in faux exasperation and hands over the box rolling it down his palms into your waiting hands. You rip open the box and pull out the dildo, still attached to a plastic casing with twistie ties and work on getting it unattached, abandoning the box. Louis picks it up and turns it over, the strap fluttering to the floor. He leans down to pick it up and sets it down between you on the bed. You get the dildo out of the box, smoothing your fingers over the taut silicone of it. You pick up the strap and slide the base of the dildo into it. “Ta-da!” You announce, showing it off to Louis. 

“Lovely, well, I'm assuming you know where to put that thing.” 

“I do,” you respond softly, biting your lip and raising your eyebrows at him. 

This time you’re the one to lay Louis out on the bed, getting him under you, licking deep into his mouth, your deft fingers reaching for the hem of his sweater and sitting up to lift it up over Louis’ head before leaning back down to kiss him again, eager. 

Your hands travel over the soft expanse of his skin, feeling the soft give of his ab muscles, dipping down to his hips and then up his ribs to the soft smattering of chest hair. You can’t help but sit back and stare at him for a second, watching the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. He watches you back with those sultry, cool blue eyes, so intense and aloof at the same time. “You’re gorgeous,” you whisper.

“No, you are,” he responds, reaching up to cup your cheek, before smoothing his hand over your hair. He surges up to kiss you again, getting up on his elbows and then gently maneuvering you, shifting you over until you’re on your back. He settles over you, sitting back on his heels to reach for your sweater and pull it over your head, before leaning back down to kiss you again. You kiss intently, hands exploring each other's bodies with increasing urgency. 

He kisses down your neck and your eyes flutter shut, his facial hair tickling your neck, erotic in itself. His lips move feather light down your neck and across your collarbones, nipping at them. He travels down further to the sensitive skin of your breasts, licking and sucking harder on the skin. You whine, tracing a hand up the smooth warmth of his back up to his hair, digging your fingers in. 

He lets out a soft laugh and inches his fingers under the band of your lace bralette until he can shift it up and over. You raise your arms so he can get it off and fling it to the side. He dives back down, latching gently onto one of your nipples, laving his tongue across it and then gently sucking. 

“Ungh,” you moan, digging your fingers into his hair and tugging a bit. His other hand comes up to your neglected nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger as he continues to suck on the other one. 

You feel yourself getting wetter, your legs falling further open of their own accord, your pussy throbbing in anticipation. You tug and push at his head, but Louis ignores you, switching over to the other nipple, sucking into his mouth and leaving love bites on the surrounding sensitive skin. 

Finally, he releases your nipple with a wet pop, shifting up to kiss you again, but before you can gain control of the kiss he’s sliding back down, leaving soft kisses down your stomach. He nips softly at your tummy, staring up at you through hooded eyes, whispering your name. You pet his hair, gazing down at him adoringly. 

He begins to gently tug down your underwear, and you prop up your legs to make it easier for him, watching as he shifts the panties down your calves and gently lifts each of your feet to remove them. He flings those to the side as well. And then he ducks down and you lean back, falling into the pillows and closing your eyes as you feel his tongue, warm and soft, licking a flat path up your wet cunt. He repeats the motion a few times and you pant softly. 

You lose yourself in the feeling of Louis’ tongue, swiping pointedly at your clit and then diving down and laving at your vaginal hole. You moan as his tongue sweeps back up again, circling around your clit, before gently sucking into his warm mouth. 

“Oh, fuck, Louis,” you whine, gripping the sheets in one hand and his hair in the other. He works at you until you cum, whimpering and tugging on his hair. “Jesus,” you whisper, breathless as you come down from the euphoric high of your orgasm.

Louis crawls up over you again, his mouth shiny and slick and he leans down to kiss you, sharing your taste with you. You kiss him heatedly, pushing at his shoulders until he takes the hint and rolls over onto his back. “Now it’s your turn, baby,” you whisper, leaning down to lick his cheek. Louis immediately makes a face and you both burst into laughter, holding each other. 

“I’m trying to make this sexy,” you growl through your laughter. 

“I can tell. It’s alright. Everybody loves a trier.”

You roll your eyes, sitting back on your heels. “Take your pants off.”

Louis studies you for a moment and then nods, bridging his hips to roll down his underwear, shimmying them off and then tossing them to the side. When he finishes he lays back, his tattooed chest slowly rising and falling, his hands and legs splayed and his cock hard and laying against his stomach. You lick your lips, staring at him, taking him all in. 

“Gorgeous,” you reaffirm, giving him a soft smile. 

Louis returns it, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling and further splaying out his legs. “Alright, let’s get on with it. Are you gonna finger me or what?”

You crawl over top of him again, giving his leg a firm slap. You lean down to give him a kiss and as your lips connect you sneak a hand up to gently pinch his nipple. “Ohh – ow – fuck!” Louis whines.

“Yeah? Keep your snide remarks to yourself or there will be a lot more where that came from.” You give his bottom lip a little nibble as you sweep gentle fingers over the same nipple, quite proud of yourself when he slightly arches up into it. 

You sit back this time, reaching over Louis for the lube in the bedside drawer, popping open the cap and pouring some of the viscous liquid out onto your fingers. As you close the cap you rub the liquid between your fingers, warming it up a bit. 

Louis’ feet are propped up on the bed now, his hips tilted up and his hooded eyes tracking your movements. You study him for a second, crawling around the bed to his propped knees, placing your hands gently on them. 

“Actually, I want to watch you do it.” You place the bottle of lube on his chest. 

He huffs out a breath and rolls his eyes dramatically. “Fine.” He picks up the lube, squirts some on his fingers and tosses the bottle gently towards you on the bed. You watch as he reaches a hand down between his open legs rubbing the lube around his hole, before sinking his finger inside himself. He tilts his hips, his finger sinking in farther, his eyes fluttering shut as he parts his lips around a heavy sigh.

“There you go,” you whisper, watching as he rolls his hips on his finger, pumping it in and out. He chuckles out a laugh and then a soft moan as he starts to roll his hips down harder. “Add in another,” you encourage, reaching down to cup his ass, thumbing gently at the skin around his hole. 

“Fuck, okay,” he groans, adding his middle finger in with his pointer finger, tilting his hips a bit more and then rocking down onto his hand, scissoring his fingers open and then thrusting them in.

You grip his knees tighter, pushing at them until they meet his chest to get a better view of Louis fucking himself on his hand. You grab the lube wetting your fingers again. “Keep fucking yourself,” you say, leaning over him with one hand and you rub his hole around his fingers with the other before sinking one of your fingers in. You rub it up towards his belly button, finding that pleasure spot inside of him and focusing your attention on that, circling the pad of your finger on it.

“Oh – fuck,” he whimpers, stilling his hand and panting a bit as you massage his prostate. 

“I told you to keep fucking yourself,” you say, leaning down to whisper in his ear before licking the ridge of it. 

“Yes ma’am,” he says, trying to be sultry, but ends up giggling. You bite his earlobe for better effect and he groans and starts moving his hand again. 

“Do you think you can take another?” you ask, still rubbing your finger on that little nub inside of him. You start to add another finger before he responds, pushing it in. He bites his lip whining, his cock hard and leaking against his abs.

“Yeah, fuck –” his other hand twitches on the bed beside your arm and you tut. 

“Ah, ah – don’t you dare touch yourself.” You slide another finger into his tight hole, matching the pace of his own fingers, aiming for his prostate with each thrust in. You scissor them open a bit and then thrust them in, switching between thrusting and massaging.

After a few more thrusts you slide your fingers out.  “Alright, I’m gonna fuck you now.” You wipe your fingers off on the sheets, lean down to peck his lips, before sitting back on your heels to find the strap. You see it off to the side tangled up in the sheets and tug it out, shimmying back off the bed to put it on. 

Louis watches you, hooded eyes fixed on you as you put on the strap. You show it off when you finally get it on, twisting this way and that to show off the angles. “It fits you,” he says, smiling. 

“You think?” You grab the base of the dildo and wink. 

Louis gives a cheek eye roll. “Alright, are you gonna fuck me or what?”

‘Shhh, patience my love,” you reply, crawling back on the bed and between his legs again, grasping them and giving them a firm shake. “So what position should we try first? How about doggy? You seem to love fucking me that way. Let’s do that.” 

You slap his leg and he responds with another ‘Yes ma’am’, rolling over onto his stomach before climbing up onto his elbows and knees. “Damn, you look so good like this.” You slap his ass cheek, watching the little tattooed penguin jiggle, before grabbing his hip firmly in one hand, lining up the dildo with the other and then slowly pushing in. 

Louis’ groans, his tattooed fingers tangling in the sheets as he pushes back against the dildo. You rub a loving hand up his flank and then grabbing both his hips firmly as you push your hips further in, fucking into him. You slowly roll your hips, entranced with the way his own hips roll back to meet yours before starting to pick up the pace, building a rhythm. Louis’s head is hanging low, his shoulder blades sharp as he pants. 

“Is it okay?” you ask, slowing down and leaning down to peck a kiss on the smooth skin of his back, sheening in the low lights with sweat. 

“Yeah love. You’re doing great. I wish I could kiss you though,” he replies, slightly breathless. 

“Hmm, that could be arranged.” You slowly pull out, rubbing Louis’ lower back before sitting back on your heels as he rolls over. 

When he finishes you scooch back in, sliding back in between his legs. “Here – put your legs over my shoulders,” you instruct, lightly tapping his outer thigh. He lifts his legs and you help him slide them over your shoulder, before lining up the dildo and sliding back in again. You push his legs back against his chest, leaning down to kiss him, – loving the smooth slick slide of his mouth against yours – and began to fuck your hips in swift thrusts. His lips disconnect from yours with a pop as he lets out a moan. You alternate between rolling your hips and pumping them in little sharp jabs and grinds. It’s such an erotic sight, Louis’ lithe body under yours, his hips rolling to meet your every thrust, the way his sharp chin is tilted back as he lets out breathless moans. 

“Oh fu–uck,” Louis whines, reaching a hand to palm at his cock trapped between each of your tummies. You intercept, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together and placing your hands on the bed beside you. 

“Do you think you could come without touching yourself?” You whisper, your lips tickling the ridges of his ear.

“Uh – maybe.”

“Let’s try.” You sit up, shifting up onto your knees, grasping his thighs for leverage before fucking into him with earnest. 

Louis arches up into it, tilting and rolling his hips down, his hand tracing absentmindedly down and up his chest and abs, the other sinking into his own hair as he moans unabashedly. 

With each thrust the base of the dildo slaps your clit bringing you close to your own orgasm. You can feel your own slick running down your legs from your engorged, swollen pussy.

Louis’ hands twitch on his chest, his fingers rubbing lightly against the hard little nubs of his nipples. He pulls tighter on his hair. “Fuck, babe, I’m gonna come. I need to come. Please–”

You roll your eyes with a little laugh, running the flat of your palm against his hard, leaking cock. “Fine, you can touch yourself.” 

The hand in his hair flies down to his cock, grasping it and tugging it hard, jerking himself off quickly. You pick up the pace, chasing your own orgasm, watching Louis’ hand fly over dick, his eyelashes fluttering against his sharp cheekbones. 

“Ohhhh – fuck,” Louis sobs and then he’s cumming, white streaks flying and landing on his clenched stomach.

You let out a low moan. “Fuck – there you go.” You say with a throaty giggle, your thrusts becoming erratic as your orgasm starts to roil in your pelvis. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of his thighs as you cum, a whine escaping your lips as your pussy clenches and throbs.

“Fuck,” you groan, throwing his legs down and falling down next to him. You run fingers through your hair as you stare at the high tray ceiling, your breath coming out in soft pants. 

“Damn,” Louis says eloquently beside you and then rolls over to face you, his blue eyes warm. He looks like an angel, skin all glowy from sweat. 

“Yeah,” you say, a soft smile blooming on your face. You can’t help, but giggle. “That was fun.”

He shifts closer to you, rubbing his face into your bicep and shoulder, before wiggling closer and tucking it into the crook of your neck. “Aye…I’d say I had a good time.”

“Good. Me too. It was a lovely surprise, baby. Happy Valentine’s Day.” You rub a hand down his back and cup his ass. He jumps a bit dramatically so you laugh, knowing he’s being facetious. 

He snorts and then licks your neck with a quick dart of his tongue. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”