Y/n's POV:

“Oi, blue eyes! You need to get closer!” the choreographer screamed at me and I groaned in annoyance. Was it too much to ask that he would only just remember my name? We started the number from the top and I pressed my sweaty body against the boy behind me.

Three years in this business, and I had finally landed my dream job: dancing for one of the biggest acts out there: One Direction. The downside to it all: those guys were childish like 5-year-olds. I was paired up with the auburn-haired, blue-eyed one who was the worst of them all.

The first day, he gave me a wedgie while I was grinding on him, the second day, he undid my shoelaces when I wasn't paying attention, and today, he was trying to tickle me the whole time.

It wasn't much of use that I was so ticklish, but usually, while dancing, I could control it. Only he was really trying to get me bad, hence why I kept my distance.

We took a small break and the boys immediately started off their usual havoc. I went over to my water bottle and took a sip while staying as for away from them as possible.

“You should totally hit that,” one of my fellow dancers, said to me while coming over. I looked at her, confused.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Louis, he totally has the hots for you,” she said and nodded over to him. I followed her motion and caught him staring at me with a hungry look on his face. I almost spit out my water. That little shit was interested? Huh.

“I don't think so,” I said and shrugged my shoulders.

“Oh, come on, I bet he knows how to push your buttons,” she laughed and winked at me. I looked over to Louis curiously, who was now wrestling with the blonde one.

I suddenly realised that he had quite the nice bum. And very toned arms. And then his shirt rose up slightly, and I had to gulp. He really was quite fit, I hadn't even noticed before.

“Well, I think I'm gonna tease him a bit to see how he handles it,” I said to her with a smug smirk and she high-fived me.

“That's the way we do it,” she sang happily while doing a silly dance into the middle of the stage again. We resumed our positions and I took a deep breath. Time to play dirty.

Do you remember summer '09
Wanna go back there every night
Just can't lie it was the best time of my life
Lying on the beach as the sun blew out
Playing this guitar by the fire too loud
Oh my my they could never shut us down

Their unbelievably sexual song started off and I began slowly moving around the poor boy, pressing my curves hard against him every chance I got. He immediately noticed my change in actions, and his grip tightened around my waist.

He started singing his part and I stepped behind him like choreographed, running my hands all over the front of his body, 'accidentally' brushing across his crotch.

I used to think that I was better alone
Why did I ever want to let you go
Under the moonlight as we stared at the sea
The words you whispered I will always believe

I could feel him twitch slightly, and I dirtily grinned to myself. That boy was in for a treat. I stepped in front of him again for the chorus, bending down and pressing my bum against his crotch. There was something very hard and prominent there.

I want you to rock me, mmm, rock me, mmm, rock me, yeah
I want you to rock me, mmm, rock me, mmm, rock me yeah
I want you to hit the pedal heavy metal show me you care
I want you to rock me, mmm, rock me, mmm, rock me yeah

His hands were far from tickling me now, he was running them up and down my body, pressing me tight against him. We had changed our whole atmosphere, and I tilted my head back in pleasure, breathing on his neck. He thrust int my bum hard and I almost let go a scream. I was glad this was part of the choreography, but I was quite sure we looked like we were dry-humping to the extreme.

The rest of the song continued and we got even closer. And I got hotter and hotter. His eyes, which were so alike mine, had lost all their usual mischief. Instead, they had clouded over slightly and he was staring me down intensely.

The song ended and I had one leg slung around his waist, my upper body pressed against his side, my mouth only inches from his. We were both breathing heavily, inhaling the other's hot breath. I swear I was so wet, I was almost sure it leaked through my thin dance pants.

“Good work, everybody, that's it for today!” the choreographer said and we got out of our trance. I blushed slightly and looked around. The other dancer was watching me with an open mouth, winking when she caught me looking. I turned around, avoiding Louis and quickly hurried off the stage towards the dancers' dressing room.

I was almost there, rounding the last corner, when strong hands grabbed one of my flailing arms and yanked me back forcefully. I came face to face with the same ocean-blue eyes as mine. He was breathing heavily and opened a door to his right, dragging me inside a small, dimly-lit broom closet. How cliché.

“The fuck?” I asked once I had caught my breath. He closed the door behind me and immediately pushed me up against it.

“Did you really think I would let you tease me like that and you could get away?” he said, his voice deep and dark. My breath hitched in my throat and all I could do was look at him with wide eyes. He pressed himself against me and lowered his head to my neck, biting into the soft flesh. I let out a soft moan, it felt heavenly.

“That's what I thought,” he chuckled against my skin and began nibbling on it, violating it with his sharp teeth, without a doubt leaving bite marks all over.

I was shocked at first, but the feeling of his huge erection against my core and the amazing sensation of his teeth working their magic on me and overwhelmed my conscious. My hands started wandering around his well-shaped body, tugging on his shirt. He left my neck and I flung the fabric over his head.

He looked at me challengingly before doing the same to my tight dance top. The fact that we were both sweaty and disgusted was no issue, he eyed my chest hungrily. I arched my back and undid my sports bra, dropping it to the floor. He unzipped his pants while I stepped out of my trousers. We stood there, facing each other, both only wearing our undies.

Raising a hand, he softly cupped it around one of my breasts, waiting for my reaction. I closed my eyes and threw my head back in pleasure while he started teasing my nipples and massaging it. Stepping closer, he began grinding his crotch against mine again, like we had just done on the stage fully-clothed. I slipped my fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers and cupped his cock.

“Fuck,” he let out a long groan and I started pumping him fast. Slipping down his boxers, I got down on my knees in front of him and looked at his big, throbbing member. I looked up at him again, eyes half-closed and waiting for my kiss, before I softly pressed my lips around his tips, tasting the salty essence of his pre-cum. He groaned again and softly rocked his hips forward.

I started taking him all in, twirling my tongue around his tip before pressing it deeper and deeper into my mouth, until it almost reached the back of my throat. Louis was heavily grunting, pushing his cock into my mouth, while I swallowed and cupped his balls.

“Damn, you're good,” he hissed in betweens his animalistic sounds and I grinned to myself. He had no idea. I started bobbing my head up and down faster and faster, tightened my grip around his balls, and it only took him about 3 minutes before his cock twitched and he shot his sweet juice down my throat. I sucked it all out of him eagerly before releasing him. I got up again, effectively wiping my mouth while giving him a cocky grin.

“Liked it?” I asked cheekily, resting my hands on my hips. He looked at me with a dangerous glint in his eyes before his hands cupped my face and he gave me a hard and passionate kiss. Our tongues met and I enjoyed the sweet taste dancing around my taste buds. I sighed into his kiss while his hands found a firm grip on the back of my head, tangling its fingers into my hair.

“You were wonderful,” he breathed out once we stopped kissing. I smiled and rubbed my nose against his. He let out a playful chuckle.

“We should repeat that. With a bed and a condom,” he said and my forehead crinkled slightly.

“And how do you suppose I should get off tonight?” I asked, not willing to put his pleasure before mine. His soft expression turned into a cheeky one and his hands cupped my breasts once again. I leant into his touch and closed my eyes with pleasure. I could not help it, he had complete control over me.

“I want you to go home and pleasure yourself while thinking of me. And I want you to record it with your phone,” he instructed and I opened my eyes to look at him in shock. But he was not done yet

“Then, I want you to send it to me. If you're doing great, I will suck you off after rehearsals tomorrow,” he finished and my mouth curved into a smile.

“If not, you will have to suck my dick every day until I find you worthy of my affection, Blue Eyes” he added, using the name the choreographer called me and I chuckled deeply.

“Oh, it is so on, Tomlinson,” I said with a dangerous tone to my voice. He looked at me for a moment before smiling as well.

“I do hope so.”

Notes

you guys asked for a Louis one - so I'm giving you a Louis one ;)

especially after he almost killed us all yesterday by revealing that tattoo.... like holy shit, what EVEN is air?