Liquor Bitch

“Watch it.” His voice was soft, careful, like words could break people. Louis helped me out of our taxi cab and paid the man in cash before bringing me to the front door of a place I couldn’t name. “Well, I guess piss drunk is a way to experience the new flat.”

“III fucking luvit”, I giggled, tripping over the threshold to see a clean townhouse with an earthy colour scheme. Cream coloured carpet was matched by a set of mossy green couches completed with clay-red throw pillows and dark wood end tables. It felt warm and cozy with an automatic fireplace only adding to it. “It’s soofucking cute.”

“You’ll like the bedroom even better”, cooed Louis. I giggled again and tried following him up a flight of wooden stairs, each step having its own throw mat carefully placed over it. The bedroom was dark and Louis left it dark so I had no clue how I was supposed to enjoy it but damn, this Aphrodite chick had it made. “God, I’ve missed you”, he murmured, pressing me against a wall. This was normal, fucking strangers. Think like a fucktoy, act like a fucktoy, be a fucktoy. And I could be a fucktoy no problem. Louis attacked my neck and I involuntarily moaned. “I love it when you sound like that”, he whined as I started fumbling with his pants. The kid was already being strangled under the tight denim fabric so like any rational person, I helped him out. Louis kicked off his pants as he tried biting into my skin again but I was faster.

Before he knew it, I was already on my knees in front of him, taking the whole of him in my mouth and down my throat. I’d gotten rid of my gag reflex (with much difficulty) about a year and a half ago so swallowing him down was not a problem at all. Louis groaned and I hummed around him so he could feel the vibration from my vocal chords. “God that’s...nice”, he murmured. This time I laughed and tried searching for his face in the dark. Guys love cock worship. The boy, who evidently wasn’t as innocent as his junior-high-level-affections insinuated, twisted my hair in his fist and shoved himself as far down as he could go before ripping himself out again. “Dammit, Daff”, he whined. I tried bobbing with him but Louis wanted to be the one in control so I let him thrust in and out as rough as he wanted. Face fucking was never a favourite hobby of mine but with Louis it wasn’t as gross as it could be. Sure, there were still strings of saliva mixed with pre-cum but he wasn’t gross, he tasted alright, and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying it rather than enjoying having me on the floor.

“I need you before I fucking pop”, he grunted suddenly. I was yanked off the ground, hair falling everywhere and some strands mixing with the drool as I fell into a mass of pillows on my back. Louis ran a hand over my vag and I let out a small whimper.

“You like that, huh?” he snickered. “You’re so fucking wet, love. Oh have mercy.” Louis let a finger linger around my clit to rub teasing circles around while he lowered himself onto me. “God damn, I’ve missed you”, he grinned, kissing me. “I need this-”

“Where do you want to put it?” I mused.

“I want that pussy.”

“Yeah? Then why don’t you take it?”

He seemed to purr with joy and wasted no time plunging himself in. I squealed but was met with lips to suck and bite on to keep quiet. What surprised me most was how gentle it was. Louis dug deep but he was careful and slow, making sure he hit each and every spot which was something I hadn’t had in forever. The room was so dark, I couldn’t see his hips (which were always something I liked to watch when in a missionary position) but my hands stayed on them, helping him time his movements while I moaned under him. Louis took everything slow so we’d build at a steady pace together. That was, until his wandering finger finally hit my clit. He massaged vicious circles into it before ripping an orgasm out of me. I squealed again, biting into his shoulder as I squirted all over his lower region. He followed not long after and eventually collapsed on the bed next to me, naked and panting.

“You might wanna shower”, I laughed sleepily, trying to force myself to sit up.

Louis shook his head. “Nope. Now I smell like you”, he chuckled. “I’ll shower in the morning. I’m too tired.” He didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back down to snuggle. “You can shower in the morning too”, he yawned. “You’re drunk. Go to sleep, Daffy.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.” He wrapped himself around me, breathing already steadying itself. “I’m so fucking glad you’re back”, he whispered.

“Me too.”

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Louis wasn’t in bed when I woke up, but I was pretty used to that. My mouth was dry and my head hurt as I rolled out of bed, which was actually really nice with it’s navy satin comforter and sky blue sheets if you overlooked Louis’s special stains from last night. I found my way into the bathroom and showered, finding already neatly placed things for Aphrodite upon her return. I used her soaps and used the special pink towel marked with an ‘A’ to dry off only to put it back by the mint green one marked with an ‘L’. Aphrodite’s clothes in the closet even fit me, so I opted to put on a dark purple skirt with a cream coloured sweater to head back downstairs.

“Daffy’s up!” Louis wailed. His hair was damp. I don’t know when he got up but at least damp hair meant we weren’t still covered in each other’s DNA.

“And Lou’s laid”, scoffed Harry. I looked over Louis’s shoulder as he squeezed me to see his band mates had already come over.

“It’s about time you got up”, Niall whined. “Louis wanted us to keep quiet till we knew you were awake. Now that you are, what do you want to do?!”

I stared at all of them, including Liam who was looking back at me with that weird glint in his eyes still. “What do you guys want to do?” I shrugged.

“Well, I want food!” Niall declared.

“We have a bit before the late night show”, Harry shrugged, looking at his phone. “Let’s get Nialler some food then.”

“Night show?” I repeated.

“Yes, we do that”, Liam grumbled. “We’re going to go talk about probably whoever the Hell Harry is dating this week.”

“I’m not that bad”, Harry pouted. “And it’s not my fault there are so many beautiful women always around.”

“No but you can try keeping your dick in your pants for once”, Louis snickered winking at me. I winked back. “Now c’mon. Niall wants food and getting a bite before the show really wouldn’t suck!”

“At least let me cover myself in make up”, I mock pouted.

“Nope, you’re beautiful without it-”

“Then let me grab my purse.” Louis sighed so I went upstairs to find something. There was liquid eyeliner and some mascara in the bathroom drawer so I grabbed it and shoved it into a cream hand bag. A pair of gold coloured flats were hidden in the closet. I stepped into them and hurried back downstairs. The boys brought me out to a limo. While I did my utmost minimal makeup (with Louis pretending to pout), Harry pulled his hair out of its bun and finger combed my hair into an updo using his hair bow, Niall hung his head out of the window to wave at fans, and Liam just kept his weird stare up. I still didn’t understand it. We got food at a small bar, a place small enough it was easy for the bodyguards I’d previously been unaware of to keep the place secure. A few emotional girls slipped through but otherwise, it was quiet. The guys were nice enough to sign whatever was handed to them, including Liam. Whenever we’d finished grabbing a bite and a drink, we pushed through a swarm of girls (it was pretty difficult getting Harry out) to get back in the limo that took us to the television studio.

“Do your best not to make yourself look like an idiot”, I joked, nudging Louis’s shoulder.

“Only if you give me a kiss before we go on.”

“Get a room”, Niall groaned overdramatically. Instead of replying, I pinched Louis’s bum and smashed my lips into his while he tried hoisting my legs up around his waist. “You guys are gross!”

“You’re just jealous!” Louis retorted. “My girlfriend’s hotter than yours!”

“He doesn’t even have one”, Harry scoffed, ripping Louis away. “C’mon, we have to go see the makeup team.”

“Make sure he looks good, Hazza”, I called.

“We’ll make sure they do. Daffy.” Liam punctuated his sentence darkly. What the royal fuck? We shared prolonged eye contact before he followed his friends to the dressing rooms. I busied myself backstage while I waited for the show.

Maybe I should try confronting Liam?

Notes