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1D Universe
Worth The Risk
"if you knew all those years ago, walking onto that stage about to be put into a band, knowing everything that happened, the good, the bad, the ugly, would you still have said yes?"
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Niall Horan
one shots/ blurbs
This Is The Voice
when nails wife is the mega mentor on âThe Voice' and he doesn't know
series
Endless Love (completed)
Being on The Voice had become a quick dream of yours, and now that you were finally here... lets just say you were in for a crazy ride.
Live (completed)
after a silly little comment on Niall's live, who would've thought it bring you...well here....
Living: A 'Live' Sequel
what's life like with Maia and Niall?
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Louis Tomlinson
one shots/blurbs
AvocadosâŚ(ft. Harry and Niall)
louisâ gf feeds freddie avocados
Family Values (ft. Harry)
the true meaning of family
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Harry Styles
series
Beautiful One (on hold)
Acelynn Grant; upcoming singer and actress known for her role as Cleo in Outer Banks season 2 and 3 and her EP Beautiful One and Harry Styles, friendship and relationships, drama and more.
one-shots/blurbs
hugs?
Harrys having a rough day, who better to help him then you
little freak
walks in Japan
Tag You're It â Now You're It â Game Over(coming soon)
you give harry a nice place to be... Harry... and what follows
Rich â Richer
what happens when you defend A-lister pop star Harry Styles
Apples
you would always support Harry, even if he did through an apple at you
Currently Working
just a reminder that you are...
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05 - Woke Up Still Dreaming
Summary : Part 5 to Let Passion Get Too Much ⌠niall x louis x reader threesome
previous part /// jump to pt. 1
TW : smut, choking, double penetration, spitting, spanking, subspace
Word Count : 7k
A/N : this chapter takes place hours after THIS EXTRA - itâs not absolutely necessary to read although it may answer a few questions as to how their relationship seemed to jump so quickly !
GIFs : unknown - msg for credit
louis isnât sure the exact thing that woke him up. whether it be the soft pecks of your lips against his, or the quiet, melodic calling of his name, or your nails gently scratching at his scalp. what ever it was, he couldnât complain in the slightest.Â
that is, until he cracks his eyes open, the soft golden glow of early morning streaming through niallâs sheer white curtains. it was much too early. too fucking early for people that didnât get to sleep until sometime past 4am. âtime sâit, love,â louis croaks, his eyes fluttering shut again.
a small giggle leaves your lips, a happy, playful, sweetness to it, one thatâs reserved for those early hours, one that louis is tucking away as a core memory because it was just so damn cute. âjust about 7am,â you whisper, pecking over his bottom lip again.
âchrist, darling, ya couldnât wait a bit ?â he groans quietly, his hands scrubbing at his eyes, almost painfully, pulling himself from sleep.
âi really hope you like morning sex,â you murmur, nibbling against his lip now, pulling his mouth open just enough for your tongue to slip through, and lick against his own, pulling a quiet breathy moan from him.
âyou have full permission to smack me if i ever turn down an offer from you,â he hums, as you throw your thigh over his waist, his hands falling on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.
âyouâre sappy in the morning,â you giggle, breathing against his lips, before dipping back in for more kisses.Â
he breathes a laugh against your lips, letting himself get lost in the kiss, his hands exploring your body, finding that youâd stripped down your pants at some point, currently only wearing panties and a thin tank top.Â
one hand rounds down your hip, over your bum, and up your thigh to your knee, holding your leg in place over his hips, his other hand settled right on your ass, squeezing.
you groan, shuffling impossibly closer to him, in search of any sort of friction. âand youâre needy in the morning,â louis hums, trying to hold you down, trying to wake up, trying to keep up. but his brain was always a little fuzzy with you, and well heâs barely slept, and throw in last nightâs admissions, and your cunt is dangerously close to finding out that heâs already quite hard. and really, he just needs to breathe.
âcâmon, darling, slow down,â louis whispers against your lips, âwe have all the time in the world,â he adds, hoping that the prospect of lengthy, lazy, slow early morning sex would win you over.Â
but instead, heâs met with a disgruntled groan, and a shake of your head, teeth sinking into the plushness of his bottom lip, âmâalready going slow,â you speak, actions contradicting your words as your hips grind down again, harder, a bit faster, your clit colliding with the hard tip of his prick.
a smirk pulls at your lips, shaking your head again, although more playfully this time, pulling away from his mouth to lock eyes with him, a silent conversation between the two of you.Â
and a moment later, your thigh was off his hips, your hands on the waistband of his pants, pulling them clean off his legs, boxers following suit just as quickly. in your rush to get onto him, youâd almost forgotten your panties, something youâre thankful that louis catches. his hands fall delicately on your hips, thumbs tickling your skin, still making any sort of effort to slow you down, even if just a little bit.
louis slowly glides his hands, fingers splayed out, selfishly trying to touch as much of you as possible, bringing your thin panties down your legs in the process. he notices the tremor run through your body, following his hands, an eruption of goosebumps left behind in their wake. he watches the sticky line of your arousal still attached from your pussy to your panties, thinning out the more he pulls them down. he feels like heâs looking at someone almost ethereal, with the way the golden glimmer of morning sun makes your skin glow, makes your arousal glisten, it takes his breath away. he really doesnât think heâs ever been this lucky.
as soon as your panties were off, you threw yourself onto him, louis landing back onto the mattress with a soft thud, your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him, elbows supporting yourself on the mattress, above louisâ shoulders, your hands buried in his hair.Â
instantly, your lips are back on his, grinding yourself down over his bare length. your cunt was soaked, slit spread over his cock, gliding effortlessly with every roll of your hips.
your fingers were wrapped tightly into louisâ hair, gripping at the roots, his nails leaving deep indents in the skin of your hips, as a particular roll of your hips made the tip of his cock press up into your clit one moment, getting caught on your entrance the next.Â
neither of you were quite sure how it happened, especially without the use of hands, but louisâ hips had lifted clean off the bed, taking you along with him, cock pressed snuggly against you, and with your pussy absolutely drenched, his length painfully hard, the angle just right, he was sinking inside you.
your mouth falls open, breath knocked clean out of your lungs, forehead falling forward onto louisâ, eyes rolled back as you struggle to catch your breath.Â
a soft groan grumbles deep in his chest, his hands pressing into your hips, holding you, trapping you down onto him, his prick seethed deep inside you, not letting you move an inch. he could feel you splitting open for him, could feel you spasming around his cock, could feel you desperately trying to move. and if he let you, he was instantly going to cum. and he was not about to let that happen. not when heâd just gotten you back onto him.Â
in an effort to distract himself, one of his hands leaves you, blindly swatting in the space occupied by niall, eventually colliding with his head, leaving a series of small smacks.
but heâs met with nothing more than an annoyed grumble from niall, and a few laughable swats back in his sleepy state. louis rolls his eyes, gripping hard into niallâs hair, giving a sharp tug.
âfuckin hell,â niall quips, âwhat do you wan-â he cuts himself off as he finally turns his head, eyes peaking open, taking in the scene in front of him, a soft, sleepy, sighing chuckle escaping his lips.
âone of those mornings, pet ?â niall murmurs, every bit of malice in his tone completely wiped away, giving louis the impression that morning sex is clearly a definite regular occurence.Â
niallâs fingertips reach out for your arm, gliding up and down softly, soothingly. you whimper against louisâ lips, nodding your head to niallâs question, your pussy clenching particularly hard at the tickling smoothness of his fingers on your warmed skin. louis lets out a whimpery moan, one he couldnât hold in, even if heâd tried, the grip on his prick so unexpected, his teeth biting into your lip.
niall eyes the both of you, unable to see your hips under the blanket, his eyes settling on you, âyâalready sitting on him, petal ?â he asks softly, hooking his finger under your chin, making louisâ teeth slip from its grip on your lip, forcing you to look up at him.
âmhmm,â you nod, as best you can with a finger holding your chin, feeling the soft press of niallâs lips against the tip of your nose, breathing quietly, âreally missed him didnât you ?â
you were nodding again, tilting your head back to reach for niallâs lips, his falling on yours effortlessly. almost like the pull of magnets. his large hand falls on your jaw, thumb spread out to rub on the apple of your cheek, right below your eye, his pinky splayed out on your neck.
he takes his time enjoying the kiss, before pulling away from you slightly, eyes flicking over to louis, nodding his head for him to lift himself from the mattress, which he does swiftly, connecting their lips as well.Â
you watch them take a moment for themselves, niallâs hand holding louis from the nape of his neck, before pulling away, and sitting himself back on his calves. you and louis could both see that he had a plan working in his brain, one that you were both about to question when you feel the press of niallâs hand against the middle of your back, forcing you and louis back into your original position. and then, he disappears under the blankets.Â
you were left more confused, until niall grips onto louisâ hands, placing them on your bum, his fingers reaching down to where your ass met your thighs, niall making him grip into you, spreading you open.Â
the next thing louis is made aware of, is a loud moan breathed onto his lips, your cunt spasming around him, âchrist, whatâs he doing to you, darling ?â
but you couldnât answer, your head was spinning, niallâs tongue flicking hard against your hole, exposed to him thanks to louisâ grip. and just as quickly as heâd started, he was pulling away. you whined, stuffing your face into louisâ neck, noting the breath leaving him, his head tipping back, breathy âoh fuck,â leaving his parted lips as his back curls slightly. your eyebrows furrow, lifting your head from the comfort of louisâ neck, giving him a questioning glance, âwhatâs he doing ?â
âheâs got-â louis starts, cutting himself off, niall giving a particularly hard suck around the testicle sitting in his mouth. louis is panting, his head absolutely swimming, the feeling intensifying when niallâs hands join louisâ on your lower bum, forcing you to start riding him. slowly. so fucking slowly. he felt borderline delirious, and he fucking loved it. christ, maybe he was going to regret wanting things slow.Â
the way louisâ cock was rolling into you, the way it was so fucking smooth, the way it felt like he was impaling you, his tip pressing into your sweet spot deliciously, steadily, heavily. your brain was flying, body trembling from the languid strokes of his dick along your inner walls, unable to move much more than what niall was controlling.
niall pops off louis, flattening his tongue, timing his actions just as he makes you slowly rise, thrusts still deliriously paced, taking a long lick from the base of louisâ cock, up to your hole, flicking your ring of muscles again.
both you and louis moan out loudly, his fingers digging into your bum harder, your face picking itself up from the comforts of his neck to smash your lips against his, panting against his mouth. you were a whimpery, whiny, trembling mess. louis struggling not to buck up hard into you, fighting within himself since the scene was just so fucking good as is.Â
itâs a rhythm niallâs taken an obvious liking to, his tongue working in tandem with the thrusts he was implementing, licking up louisâ cock just as you pull up, tongue falling onto your sensitive hole as you sit back down on louisâ prick.Â
he was losing his fucking mind. louis was sure of it. heâs not sure heâs ever felt such, such- christ even heâs not so sure thereâs a word for it. but itâs got his toes curling, and his fingers gripping, and his back arching, and his head tipping back, even his fucking eyes were rolling.Â
and niall noticed. was not about to let this happen so soon. not when he was enjoying this so fucking much. loved all the noises he was able to pull from the two of you. loved all the body tremors. the pure neediness seeping out of the both of you.Â
so on the next lift of your hips, niall pulls you clean off louisâ prick, hearing the sharp inhale from you, and the loudly desperate groan from louis, his fingers almost ripping at your skin. your nails dug deep into louisâ scalp, cunt clenching over nothing, a small spurt of liquid squirting from your pussy, getting both louisâ cock and niallâs face.
niall never, in a million years, thought heâd be lunging mouth first at someoneâs cock, but he guesses life is meant to surprise you. watching louisâ length dripping with both your arousal and your squirt was all he needed for his brain to go blank, and for his body to take over without thought.Â
his mouth sinks down on louisâ dick, as best he can considering heâs never done anything remotely close to this before, sucking up as much of your taste as he can, revelling in the heady, musty mix of louisâ flavour.Â
one of louisâ hands shoots out to grip niallâs hair, tugging hard, âfuckin christ, this isnât gonna stop me cumming, mate.â
niall breathes a chuckle as he slides off of louisâ prick, âknow i love to taste, canât help myself,â he hums, feigning innocence, taking a few more licks and another bob of his mouth for good measure. and with his eyes zeroed in on your dripping entrance, he helps himself to a quick lap of his tongue, before sliding louisâ cock back inside you.Â
you moan out loud, your face falling into louisâ neck again, mouthing at his stubbly jaw, his head tipping back to give you more access. he was panting, his hand leaving niallâs hair, falling back onto your bum.
niall catches the small twitches in louisâ fingers, the restlessness of his legs, somehow understanding exactly what heâs silently asking, niall tapping his fingers against the back of louisâ hand, something they both seem to understand. like a code theyâve never even discussed.
and so louisâ hand leaves the swell of your ass, landing a hard smack, your mouth instantly falling open, breath knocked clear from your lungs, your body curling up slightly, as best as it could in the position you were being held in.Â
it seemed to calm louis a bit, the edge taken off, as he fights to release. to hold off. to fucking anything. âkiss me, darling, pleaseâ he breathes, trying to reach your mouth, needing something to tether himself to, especially since niallâs started the languid lapping of his tongue again. up and down and up and down, a rhythmic flow thatâs driving him absolutely mental, timed with the trusts, and fucking hell heâs never felt so prickly, so tingly, so god damn heated.Â
you were trying to kiss him, trying to suckle at his lips, but your jaw kept slacking on its own accord, the kiss somehow turning into more of a panting in each otherâs mouths, and you think you were revelling in it. both of you were. in the intimacy of random pecks wherever they may land, sharing breath, sharing moans, and then louis was itching again. needed to do something. needed, needed.
he doesnât know what kind of primal reaction came over him, he doesnât even know if his brain was in on it, but your mouth was hanging open, and it was right fucking there, and he just needed to have some kind of control. some kind of something.
the next thing he knew, his head was lifting just slightly to have a more direct angle at you. your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to how he even has the power to lift his head at the moment. that is until his eyes locked on your mouth, spit flying onto your tongue.Â
your eyes flutter shut, whimpery moan breathed out, pulling his head closer to yours, foreheads resting together. you swallow quickly, panting quietly, âagain,â your jaw slacking, tongue sticking out, another dribble of saliva smacking onto your tongue. and you were cumming.
louisâ eyes roll back, his body falling onto the mattress, fingernails dug so deep into your ass, the clench of your orgasm so tight. too tight. fuck, he canât. heâs not sure this was exactly his plan, but his grip was so rough, he pulled you clean off of him, another rush of liquid gushing from you.Â
and when louis feels it splashing over his prick, he canât help but cum as well.
niallâs eyes go wide, mouth falling on louisâ prick instantly, sucking and swallowing down every spurt enthusiastically. heâs really always loved to taste.Â
louis moans loudly, back arching, lifting you with him, his hands finally leaving your poor bruised bum, gliding up your back, holding you to him tightly, hips lifting in a quick thrust, tip hitting the back of niallâs throat.Â
the gagging. fuck, itâs so tight around his prick again. from your clenching cunt to niallâs spasming throat. louis is seriously going to lose his mind. very soon. he needed to calm down, needed to ground himself somehow. christ, he felt like he was high. high on nothing but the two of you.
niall pops off louisâ cock, taking another smooth lick at your weepy cunt, before wiggling his way out of the blankets, taking in the state of both of you since heâd started his ministrations.Â
heâs not sure what he was expecting, but it wasnât quite this level of fucked out for the both of you. a smirk canât help but pull at his lips, almost proud of himself for being able to render you both into a puddle of goo in the middle of his bed. a scene heâll definitely store under lock and key, the golden streams of sunlight filtering through his billowing curtains, the window cracked from last night. goosebumps littering both you and louis, the glimmering rays making you both glisten with sweat, chests panting, eyes heavy. heâs never seen something so beautiful.
he reaches out to run his fingertips along your exposed back, up and over louisâ arm, to his shoulder. âfeeling good ?â he murmurs quietly, the moment feeling incredibly soft, not wanting to disrupt the fairly soundless moment.Â
louis smiles, his head rolling heavily towards niall, nodding, breathing out a âyeah,â his eyes shining. fucking shining at him. and niall thinks his heart actually bursts.
and then he catches the soft crinkles by your eyes, telltale sign that you were smiling, something he could tell even if your face was mostly hidden in louisâ shoulder. that is, until you raise your head to properly look at niall, and god fucking christ, heâs not sure what heâs done to have his two favourite people look at him like heâs actually hung each star in the sky, one by one, just for them, but heâs soaking this moment in. has to. his eyes flicking from yours to louisâ, drinking you both in.Â
he leans down on his elbow, laying sideways next to the both of you, pecking oh so gently over your lips, revelling in the softness of the moment. niall spends a moment getting lost in your mouth, before turning his attention to a very patient louis, landing a deep, slow kiss to his lips as well.Â
itâs when niall stretches a bit to go from your mouth to louisâ, that his rock hard prick bumps into your hip, and you realize how neglected his cock must feel.
you sit yourself up, your bum rested against louisâ thighs, looking down at niallâs tented boxers. you bite your lip when you note the wet patch, dribbles of precum staining a small spot right at his tip. he looked painfully hard. so much so, that you really feel bad for him.Â
niall pulls away from louis when heâs noticed that youâve shifted, both of them looking over at you questioningly. that is, until louis notes that youâre staring right at the tent in niallâs briefs, âweâre not done,â he chuckles, taking a long look himself, before smirking up at niall.
âcan take a break if ya need,â niall hums, âboth look tired.â
but thereâs some sort of awakening, some sort of adrenaline running through your veins, as you and louis lock eyes with a mischievous glint in your gazes. so louis decides to follow niallâs lead from earlier, landing his hand in the middle of his chest, making niall lay back onto the bed, stripping him of his boxers, spreading his thighs open wide.
you and louis get yourselves situated between niallâs legs, louis going in for the first lick, his tongue flat, almost slightly wrapped around niallâs girth, stroking its way up his shaft, flicking over the tip.Â
the moment louisâ tongue lost contact with niallâs cock, your tongue was on him, doing the same thing louis was, taking a long lick from base to tip.Â
you kept trading off, treating niallâs prick like a popsicle, licking up the dribbles on a hot summer day, swirling around, sucking along, nipping lightly, flicking expertly. and niall was losing himself. not just in the feel, but in the opportunity to watch the both of you between his legs, watch you both licking over his length like you were fuckin starved for it. it had him panting, groaning, whining, toes curling, struggling to keep his eyes from falling, not wanting to miss a single second, reaching down to grip each of you, tugging on your roots.
âfuckin luckiest guy in the world,â he breathes quietly, more to himself, but it doesnât go unnoticed to either of you, louisâ gaze flicking up to niallâs with a playful smirk pulling at his lips.
âlet me have a minute, love ?â louis murmurs, gaze returned to you, having a silent conversation, something he was getting good at with both you and niall, assuming the inclined physical and emotional contact having a hand in the matter.Â
he waits until your tongueâs flicked over niallâs tip, his mouth opening wide and sliding down his length, throat giving way effortlessly until his nose is pressed tight around niallâs lower belly.Â
âfuckin hell,â niall hisses, his grasp on louisâ hair tightening exponentially, back curling, panting along with the sucking of his mouth, the stroking of his tongue, the constricting of his throat.Â
louis lets himself enjoy a few bobs of his head, pulling off niallâs cock, watching you lick up the mix of spit and dribbles of precum, dripping their way down his shaft.
âcanât tell me itâs your first time,â niall breathes a chuckle, blinking back to reality as he catches his breath, enjoying the soft licks you were providing as a way to calm himself a bit.Â
âno idea what you were missing on bus one, mate,â louis laughs, his breath hitting niallâs prick, making a shiver run through him.
âwha-â niallâs head shoots up to look at louis properly, watch him take a few licks himself, ânever told me that, ya fucker. you and-â heâs cut off by louisâ hand smacking over his mouth, with a shake of his head, a small smile pulling at his lips, âsâlike 8 lifetimes ago, ni. just glad the practice paid off,â he giggles, pulling his hand away, joining you again.Â
niall hums quietly, letting his head fall back, letting himself get lost in the feel of both of you again. the scene in front of him was like one from a dream. the best fucking dream heâs ever had. itâs an image heâd never get tired of, that he knows for sure. his prick standing tall, tongues fighting for a chance to stroke him impossibly harder, mouths falling onto him, sucking his cock down. he was in heaven, he was sure of it. heâd never felt better, more satiated, more powerful, more blessed.Â
hell, there was even something about just watching the two of you, the connection you both seemed to have, the little glances youâd steal, the way your tongues would mend together whenever the opportunity arises.
even the moments where you and louis would get a little too lost in each other, tongues too busy stroking over one another, sucking on each other, had niall in a chokehold. it made his heart burst in ways he could never explain. almost like something clicking in his brain. like adding louis to the mix somehow made everything even better. christ, he never thought it could get better, it was already perfect. he doesnât quite know whatâs better than perfect, but heâs sure heâs standing in it right now.
but the more he was watching, the more his skin began prickling, itching for more. he was heated, held on the edge of blissful pleasure, never quite enough to bring him right to where he was so desperately craving.Â
âpetal,â niall whispers, his fingers leaving your hair to stroke down the side of your face, down your cheek to your jaw, giving a little rub along your chin to really grab your attention.
when your gaze flicks from louisâ to look up at niall, you can see it. see the desperation seeping out of him. it also seemed like the moment that your brain kicked in, noting that heâs been getting increasingly fidgety, something that made you crawl up his body, letting louis take the reigns again, his mouth sinking down on niallâs length.
âwhatâs wrong, ni ?â you hum softly, nose bumping against his, as he gasps, louis obviously taking great care of him as you check in.
his mouth closes around your bottom lip, whimpering quietly, nipping at your skin, âhow are you feeling, love ?â he questions breathily, holding you tightly against him.Â
and you knew exactly what he wanted, what he was truly asking with that question, something that made your lips quirk up into a smile, nodding happily. you knew he wanted your cunt, wanted to check that you were okay to do so. wanted to be wrapped by your smooth inner walls, tight and absolutely drenched, just for him. âwant to, want you,â you clarify, pressing your body closer to his, tongues mingling together, a loud groan echoing in your mouth, shooting straight down to your pussy, silently thanking louis and whatever he was doing.
âcâmere you,â niall mumbles, tugging on louisâ hair, growing ever more desperate for more. just fucking more. heâs kept the pace slow all this time, and although morning sex usually screams this type of momentum, heâs fucking breaking.
with a loud, wet pop, louisâ mouth leaves niallâs dick, coming up to press a chaste kiss to niallâs jaw as he lays next to him, âfeeling good there nialler ?âÂ
âtoo good,â niall laughs softly, âneed mo-â he cuts himself off with a hiss, feeling your pussy open up and slide right down his length, hands shooting out to grip your hips bruisingly. âfucking hell, pet,â he gasps, back arching off the bed, âwarn a lad, will ya ?â
heâs met with nothing more than a giggle from you, followed by a satisfied hum, biting on your bottom lip, hips starting to grind back and forth, forward and backwards.
niall groans loudly, his eyes fluttering shut, helping you keep up the rhythm youâve created, âthatâs it, pretty girl. fuck, thatâs it,â he mewls, breathing deeply, almost purring as he does so. the spasming of your cunt, squeezing his cock tightly, almost sucking him in, dripping down his thighs with your arousal, it was enough to send niall spinning. this is exactly what heâd been waiting for.
watching your head tip back, your jaw slack, feeling his prick bob heavily back and forth inside you, pressing into your sweet spot with every rut of your hips, sensitive little button grinding over his lower abdomen, you were blissed out as well. you could feel both of their eyes on you, brain too fuzzy to really care, your hips keeping up their rhythm, panting into the air, hands gripped into niallâs forearms.
his head slowly turns to the side, eyes blinking up at louis, âcâmon, donât be shy.â
louisâ not sure heâs ever seen niall look quite so fucked out. his eyes were heavy, breathing shallowed, muscles jittering. a stark contrast for the lad that usually has everything under control. and you. fuck, you were like something right out of a movie. you were glowing in the morning light, face tipped back in pure ecstasy, beads of sweat running down in the valley of your breasts. he was in awe of you. both of you. plus, heâs always been fascinated by your connectionâŚ
âsâit weird if i just watch for a bit ?â he finds himself asking, figuring if thereâs anyone he knows that wonât look at him like heâs actually a sick fuck, itâs the two of you. and itâs not that sick really, is the frustrating part, but anyways.
thankfully, heâs met with a large smile spreading across your face, niallâs breath hitching, groaning, âthink she likes that idea,â having felt the clench of your cunt at the mere thought of a spectator.Â
âyeah ?â louis coos, tongue darting out for a quick lick between your breasts, unable to help himself at a little taste of you again.Â
âmhmm,â you shudder, a shiver running through your body, niallâs grip on you tightening, pussy trembling on him, in time with your tremors.Â
âand what about you ?â louis asks, turning his attention to niall, face hovering a bit over his, looking over his features.
âjust donât want you feeling weird about any of it,â niall whispers, wanting to check in on him. he knows how jealous louis can get, and heâs been kicking himself for not checking on him more. heâs not going to let it happen again. with one hand leaving your hip, his fingertips gently stroke over louisâ forearm in comfort.
but louisâ shaking his head, and leaning down to peck at niallâs lips, âi want this, want to see how strong you two are, how fucking hot you two are without me,â he chuckles, âseriously, just wanna see how it is, what it is iâm striving for with you guys.â
and niall thinks for a moment, that somethingâs clicked in louisâ brain as well. without much of a second thought beyond that, his fingers are leaving louisâ arm, reaching out for his jaw, pulling him in for a proper kiss.
you watch them interact, feeling the twitches in niallâs hips as you notice louisâ tongue stroking his, notice the flutters in niallâs stomach muscles as louis grips his hair tighter. hear the little grunts leaving louisâ chest as niall sucks on his tongue. fuck, it was getting you off.Â
niall could feel it, could feel the telltale way your cunt started clenching. instantly his mouth was pulled away from louisâ, hand darting out for your throat, fingers pressing into your skin tightly, âdonât you fucking dare.â
your eyes open wide, fixated on niallâs, as you start panting, trying to calm yourself. you were already going fuzzy, but with the sheer command in niallâs voice, the lack of oxygen to your brain, the complete exhaustion of a sleepless night, your mind was floating, skin was prickling, and you needed to do as he said. another option didnât seem to exist at the moment.
your hips stilled, as you focus on breathing, body trembling, muscles twitching, slowly regulating yourself, pushing your orgasm at bay, eyes locked on niallâs the entire time, like a form of pure grounding, one that could calm you right down, no matter how commanding the tone was.Â
âsâa good girl,â he praises, smiling at you, fingers loosening their grip, index stroking the column of your throat, âsuch a fuckin good girl,â he coos quietly.
louis was once again, absolutely rock hard, cock standing tall, and christ, heâs only been watching you two for a couple of minutes. heâd never seen something so god damn hot. heâs watched his fair share of porn, but nothing came close to being privy to this. Â
niall could tell the moment your eyes opened, the moment the shift happened, with his hand wrapped around your throat, could tell how far you were floating. he pushes himself up into a sitting position, pecking along the side of your neck, your jaw, your ear, murmuring, âmâgonna take over, pet. can you give me a colour ?â
he was patient about it, coaxing an answer out of you with every delicate kiss, until he heard the breathy, satiated, comfortable puff, âgreen.â
and there was the shift in niall, quickly pulling you off your comfortable seat that is his prick, positioning you like a rag doll. your pliancy in these moments was something niall was always grateful for, folding you over so that your face and chest were pressed into the mattress, lifting your hips high into the air.
instantly, his cock was nestled back into you, making you gasp loudly, arms stretching out above you, hands gripped tightly into the sheets, tugging as niallâs hips pull back slowly, impaling you the next moment, feeling his dick so fucking deep inside you. he does it a few more times, before picking up the pace, hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place.
your ears were ringing so loudly, you werenât all too sure what sounds were coming out of you, nor did you have half the mind to care, but if you focus enough, you can pick up your whiny moans, and breathy gasps. your face was being pressed into the sheets below you, niallâs palms pressed into the swell of your ass, fingers gripping, using it as a hold on you, hips held in place.
âleft some marks, tommo,â niall grunts between thrusts, your bum pulled up by his hold, splatter of bruises all over the underside of your cheeks, a mix of fingerprints and scratches littering your skin.
louis turns over on the bed, feet now aimed up above your head, laying on his side, supported by his elbow, peeking over and noticing the dark blue and purple pattern, bright red, slightly raised scratches. heâs not sure how to feel. his hand reaches out instinctually, fingertips delicately lining up with some of the bruises, almost as if needing to confirm for himself that it was, indeed, his own hand.Â
he feels the pure hot heat coming off of your skin, making him flinch lightly, pulling his hand away, âfuck, mâsorry, darling. did i hurt you ?â
but heâs met with nothing more than niallâs hand falling on his shoulder, shaking his head, âask her that later,â he groans, biting his lip, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, âshe- fuck, she canât answer that right now.â
itâs moments like these that louisâ learned to make a solid mental note about. heâs learning. learning you. how to be with you, how to care for you, how to grow the bond.Â
âsheâs fine though,â niall fills in, swatting fairly hard, right where louis left the worst of the bruises, a loud guttural groan punctured from your lungs, grip in the sheets tightening, nails close to ripping through the fabric. your chest presses harder against the bed, bum lifting on its own accord, in an effort to search for more, pushing itself into niallâs hand, almost obediently so.
niall chuckles breathily, biting his lip for a moment as he takes a deep breath through his nose, âfuckin perfect girl,â he curses, landing another spank, on the same side, over the same spot.Â
you mewled, your back arching impossibly more, surely a move that would cause you pain later, right as another quick smack falls on your bum, this time on the other side. a move that makes you almost purr, legs trembling, one of your hands pulling down, tucking your arm under your face in comfort, elbow bumping into louis on the way.
itâs the first time you realize heâs so close, eyes blinking open, noting his thighs, his prick fairly close to your face, still watching where niallâs cock is disappearing inside you. without much thought, your mouth opens, taking his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling.
louis gasps loudly, a quick moan following his initial shock, niallâs eyes opening and falling on your mouth, wrapped around louisâ cock. niall quickly lands a hard smack against your ass, your jaw slackening, wailing around louisâ length.
âdid i fuckin tell you to do that ?â niall growls, watching you instantly slide off his shaft, mouth leaving with a pop, and a small whine.
he reaches down, grasping your hair, pulling you up onto your knees, back pressed to his chest, head falling to his shoulder. it was too heavy for you to hold up anyway.Â
niallâs arms wrap themselves around you, tucking his face against your shoulder, holding you tightly to him, hands grasping your breasts, your hips, your arms, unable to get enough of you, taking a moment to drink you in. he takes a big breath in your neck, leaving a series of pecks, eyes flicking over to meet louisâ, âcâmere.â
and louis can see it in his eyes, sees that the scene is about to come to an end, something heâs always cued from niall, something he just seems to know, always. so louis slides himself under the two of you, his cock so painfully hard, standing tall right below your entrance, hands falling onto your thighs, silently letting you know that heâs right there too.
one of your hands leaves itâs grip in niallâs arm, falling to grip onto louisâ hand. when louisâ eyes flick to your entwined fingers, he swears he can almost see your tummy jumping softly in time with niallâs thrusts.Â
with your hand in his, he slides over to that spot on your lower abdomen, his palm pressed to the back of your hand, and you could both feel it, feel the steady bomp, bomp, bomp of niallâs cock. it sent your mind reeling even more, something so fucking intimate about feeling someone inside you like that.
âfuck, fuck,â niall groans loudly, feeling your cunt squeeze down on him, orgasm rippling through you, the grip on him bringing on his own high quickly. too quickly. niall was not ready. he pulls you off of his prick, mid-high, pussy spasming around nothing, strong gush leaving your centre.
just as quickly as youâre pulled off of niallâs cock, you were being seated on louisâ, a loud groan leaving him, your still cumming cunt sucking him in, constricting around him tightly. the move makes you fall forward, hands landing on either side of louisâ head, forehead dipped to his, panting against his mouth, jaw slacked open, still trembling from your high without any time to recover.
niallâs panting, holding off his high, hand delicately falling on your back, âcolour, pet,â he whispers, his other hand against louisâ thigh, silent warning not to move yet. no matter how hard it may be. and then, there it was, the hushed breath, âgreen.â
louisâ hips instantly buck into you, feet planted on the mattress, hips picking up right where niall had left off, a blinding pace, something that louis was silently grateful for. the slowness he was searching for, however many hours ago, had been long satiated.Â
the harsh pace, switched up angle of louis being below you, you could feel the warmth spreading from your belly to your extremities, prickling, tingly heat, and for a moment, youâre not even sure your last orgasm even really finished as this one starts to come on.
a drawn-out groan from louis, tightening grip of his fingertips into your hip, was all niall needed to know that you were cumming again, wailing mewl leaving the both of you as he pulls you off of louisâ cock, too fast for louis to quite get where he wanted to be, feet kicking out in frustration. a long spurt of liquid gushed from you again, barely having time to finish before niallâs cock glides right into you, sharp gasp coming from niallâs lungs.
he grips you from your throat, lifting you up to rest against him again, niall a panting mess against your shoulder. he reaches over your hip, lining up louisâ cock with your entrance, alongside his, âcolour,â he sighs, trying to catch his breath, trying to hold himself back, but fuck your cunt was absolutely screaming at him, squeezing him, sucking on him. fuck.
âgreen.â
louis bucks up immediately, your cunt so fucking soaked, he had no issues sliding right in, stuffed deep alongside niall, all three of you with your jaws slackened, panting, mewling, gasping, whining, fuck no one was really sure anymore. and then when niallâs hand tightens around your throat, your pussy clenches hard, a sob leaving your lips as you tremble through another orgasm, constant stream of clear liquid leaving you, milking their orgasms with the squeezing of your centre.
niallâs hold on you tightens as he comes down from his high, pecking delicately over your shoulder, murmuring loud enough for louis to head, âweâre gonna pull out, petal. get you cozy, perfect girl.â
and you assume they do just that, as by the time that you float back to proper consciousness, you were sandwiched between them, their hands gently stroking your skin, both taking turns telling you how perfect you are, how much they love you, how happy they are with all of you here together. it was sweet, it was soft, it was filled with kisses and sweet licks. you could feel the warmth of the day lulling you back, the sunlight having shifted long ago from the early morning glow, to the mid morning brightness.Â
you take a deep breath, eyes fluttering open, niall smiling up at you, noting the telltale puff of air, âhello beautiful,â he murmurs quietly, not wanting to startle you. heâs met with a beautifully soft, content smile, and a ruffle of his hair. louis smiling at you as well, offering a small, lingering kiss to the underside of your jaw.Â
with your return to the real world, the promise that you were okay, comfortably placed between them, the sleepiness returns quickly, adrenaline of the moment having worn off. nobodyâs sure who it was that nodded off first, but the gentle rubs were dwindling down to nothing, all of your limbs touching in some way, tangled together, in a soothing pile on niallâs bed, louis breathing out quietly, âmâdefinitely gonna get used to this.â
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i finally got around to this( i feel terrible) but this was so wholesome. I love your writing so much
Iâm looking forward to Friday now, canât wait to see Mr. And Mrs. Hey Soul SisterđŠ
You stare at the document in front of you. The words, the ink, the instructions all blur together as the tears find their way to your eyes.
Sign Here.
Easy enough. A simple signature and youâre rid of him forever. The nightmare can finally be over.
You swipe your knuckles along your cheek, ridding yourself of the embarrassing admittance of your disappointment. Youâre not sure why youâre so upset. This is exactly what you wanted. Itâs what he wants, too. Finally, you can go back to your mundane life and leave Harry Styles and his endless parade of press and photo-ops behind.
The pen hovers above the page, tight between your fingers, waiting to be used. Youâre hesitating but youâre not sure why.Â
Sign the fucking document. Sign it and go home. Sign it and leave him behind.
You look up at the clock. Five minutes until eight. Heâll be arriving at the carpet for his new movie about now. Heâll smile, heâll wave, and heâll answer questions. You can practically hear him now.
What are you wearing? UhâŚGucci? I believe? Yeah. Gucci.Â
Can you describe the movie in three words? UhâŚheartbreakingâŚexcitingâŚcinematic.
Cinematic? Yeah, you knowâŚit justâŚit feels like a movie, yâknow?
Sure, sure. And where is the missus tonight? Oh, sheâs at home tonight, yeah. Bit jet-lagged from our trip.
Then, theyâll ask about the flight. If youâre both happy to be in New York. Heâll lie and say you are, even though heâs the one in New York and youâre still at his home in L.A.
Heâs already signed the papers. Signed them the day they were delivered. And thenâŚhe left. Without a word. Without a goodbye. Without a handshake.
You were okay with that. Because seeing himâŚhaving to face what you said, what you feltâŚit was too much for even you.
You stayed to pack up your things. You wanted to be gone by the time he returned. Which would be tomorrow, just before his sold-out show.Â
Before thingsâŚwell, ended, heâd offered to let you and your friend come along. She was thrilled. You were reluctant but you had to admit, some of his songs were growing on you. And not because you actually liked the songs, but becauseâŚwell, you suppose it doesnât matter anymore.
You shake the thought from your head. Eye the papers. Grit your teeth. Take a deep breath. Just sign them, dammit. He did. Far too easily. In fact, you should be a little offended he was so glad to be rid of you. Didnât even feel the need to say goodbye. After everything.
Heâs a pig, you decide. Heâs a pig and an asshole and heâs starting to remind you a little of Homelander from The Boys. Which is a character you only know because he made you watch the entire show.
SoâŚthere. Heâs Homelander and youâre Starlight or whoever the fuck else and youâre gonna sign these papers and be rid of him forever. Youâre gonna be the hero of your own life.
And you do it. Scrawl your name across the page, holding your breath the whole way, and before you know itâŚitâs over.Â
Itâs over.
You lean back, eyes on the document as every weight on your shoulder suddenly lifts.
You are officially no longer Mrs. Hey Soul Sister.
Truth to be told, you donât know how to feel about it but you wonât let yourself feel anything about it because thereâs just not enough time to cry over some guy with glitter up his ass.
Youâre done.
You spend the rest of the day packing your things and saying goodbye to the home youâve grown so used to. The door he had you pressed against. The mirror he fucked you in front of. The floor he ruined you on.
You leave the papers on the kitchen counter. Theyâll be the first thing he sees when he walks in.
You readjust the strap on your shoulder and take a deep breath, preparing yourself to leave this odd blip in your life behind.
Once the door shuts behind youâŚit feels like everything is gonna be okay.
You spend the next day at your friend's apartment. She doesnât pry for information. She doesnât try to cheer you up. She turns off his song when it comes on during shuffle.
Most importantly, she offers to go pick up your favorite food for dinner and you could cry with gratitude.
Once sheâs gone, you slump over to the sofa, pulling the blankets further around your body as you let your eyes fall toward the fireplace, watching the flames flicker along the brick, listening to the crackle.Â
You take a deep breath, one rogue tear falling free before you have the chance to wipe it away, and you ask yourself how long itâll be before heâs out of your system. For good.
âWhat the fuckâŚis this?â
You look up, terrified and startled as you see Harry suddenly standing about ten feet away, waving something in the air.Â
You gasp, fingers clutching the soft throw blanket a bit tighter to your chest. âIâŚHarry, what the hell are youââ
âYou just left?â he bellows, taking a step, vicious stare finding yours. âNo note, no nothing? Just divorce papers?â
You blink. âWellâŚyeah, that was our dealââ
âNo, fuck that,â he laughs, rather bitterly as he shakes his head and looks around the small apartment. âNo, youâŚI thought we were gonna talk it out.â
âTalk what out? You left,â you remind him. âAnd you signed them, too.â
He stares at you for a moment, teeth gritting together as he tosses the papers in his hand toward you.Â
You catch them, a bit confused but rather curious as he nods his chin at you.
You look down.
You see your signature. Your name.
And right above it? Right where his should be?
Mr. Hey Soul Sister.
âIâŚdonât understand,â you whisper, looking back up. âYou know thatâs not actually your name, right?â
He scoffs, hand running through the soft curls on his head. âYes, I know that. I justâŚI thought if you saw thatâŚmaybeâŚmaybe you wouldnât sign them.â
Your head tilts. âHarry, whyâŚwhat the hell is going on? I thought this is what you wanted.â
âYeah, wellâŚso did I,â he grumbles. âBut when I came home and you wereâŚyou were just gone, I didnât know what to do.â
Your heart sinks. Donât do this to me. Please. Please donât do this to me. âHarryâŚâ
âOh, donât Harry me. No, weâŚlook, I left because I knew you wanted your space and I didnât wanna push you but I thoughtâŚyou know, I thought after a couple days youâd finally be ready to talk.â
You sigh as you glance over his face. âThat was sweet butâŚthereâs nothing to talk about.â
âAnd why the fuck not?â He takes another step, no longer annoyed but livid. âHuh? You told me you loved me and then you left.â
You scoot toward the edge of the sofa. âYeah, I left because you donât love me.â
âSays who?â
You blink. He doesnât.
âSaysâŚsays you, dipshit,â you remind him. âYou made it very clear this was just a business deal to protect your image, and thatâs fine, but now weâre done.â
He straightens up. Regards you carefully. âMaybe I donât wanna be done.â
You straighten up as well. âAnd maybe I canât do any more maybes.â
This settles in the air between you both for a moment, the only sound that of the crackling fire a few feet away.
He nods once. Takes another step. âI donât want to be done.â
Your jaw tenses. Undeterred and unimpressed with his motivation. âYouâll find someone else to keep on your arm, donât worry.â
âI donât want someone else.â
âWell, you donât want me.â
âI always fucking want you.â
You lean back, eyes wide and heart racing. You wait, just for a moment, to see if heâll retract it. Shake his head, change his mind.Â
He doesnât.
âWhat?â
He takes another step. âI saidâŚI always fucking want you. Why the fuck do you think I made up all that shit about the divorce ruining my image?â
You feel your breath hitch. âWhatâŚwhat do youââ
âOh, come on. You donât think I really give two shits about a couple of articles, do you?â he snorts, now a hint of a smile on his lips. âTheyâve been calling me a womanizer and a playboy for years. You think this is where Iâd get insecure and squirrely?â
âThenâŚthen why?â Your hands wave in the air, desperate to grasp onto understanding. âWhy put us through all this if youâŚwhy?â
He shrugs now, eyes falling to the floor. Almost ashamed. âBecause I didnât want to let you go. I knew it the moment I met you in the bar and you started screeching like a dying whale trying to sing that song.â
Your eyes narrow but you feel yourself smirk.
âAnd I knew what I was doing asking you to marry me. And I knew that you saying yes was the best moment of my life. And I knew that I didnât know anything elseâŚexcept you.âÂ
He looks up.
âAnd I figured we had the rest of our lives to work out all the details,â he murmurs. âI just didnât figure youâd actually leave.â
The blanket falls from your hand, collecting on your lap.
âHar, IâŚIâŚâ You stand, fingers shaking slightly as you step up to him, soft gaze falling across his face before your palms find his chest and you shove. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? Why didnât you tell me any of this before?â
He stumbles but heâs fighting a grin. âBecause I wasnât sure if you really meant it. I thought maybe it was aâŚStockholm Syndrome thing or something. That youâd realize you just felt bad for me and IâŚlook, I didnât want your pity.â
âThatâŚis soâŚâ You sigh before pushing him back once more. âStupid. That is so fucking stupid. All this time? I mean, all this fucking time we could have beenââ
His hand slips around the back of your neck and before you know it, heâs yanking you forward and kissing you quick.
You go silent. Surprised and confused and so fucking happy youâre not sure what to do with yourself.Â
He doesnât deepen the kiss. Doesnât attempt to go any further without your permission. Just wants you to knowâŚ
Wants you to know what?
You shove at his chest for a third time. Softer. Just enough to part your lips and regain his attention. âHarâŚwhat are you doing? WhatâŚwhat is all this for?â
He takes a deep breath, forehead pressed to yours. âJust had to get a running start.â
âWhat? What foâ"
âI love you.â
You suck in a sharp breath. Hear those three little words ringing in your ears, over and over and over.Â
âWhat?â
His palm finds your cheek. Caresses it softly as he meets your eye. âI love you. I want to stay married to you. Forever. To you and your tone-deaf pitch and your dad jokes.â
You laugh, despite yourself.
âI want to spend the rest of my life, in sickness and in healthâŚwith you. And I promise, I will love you through all of it,â he whispers and your heart just about soars. âAnd I promise to spend every dayâŚteaching you why Dancing Queen is so much better than Gimme, Gimme, Gimme.â
You laugh again, fingers slipping into his hair as you stretch up onto your tiptoes to kiss him. To really kiss him. To taste him, to have himâŚyour husband.Â
Forever.
However, after a moment, he steps away from you, and you feel gutted until you realize why.
He reaches toward the sofa, plucking the document into the air before throwing it into the roaring fire, smiling proudly as he faces you once more.
âNow, youâre officially and forevermoreâŚMrs. Hey Soul Sister,â he declares.
And as you kiss him again, happier than youâve ever been, you canât help but think one thingâŚ
Maybe Harry Styles isnât so bad after all.
THE ENDđĽšâĽď¸
Thank you so much to the original requester for trusting me with this amazing idea and for letting me explore it a bit further! I hope it was everything you wanted and that I could do it justice!
And thank you to everyone that kept up with it and felt excited along with me to see where these two idiots wound up! I love you all so much! đ
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05 - Woke Up Still Dreaming
Summary : Part 5 to Let Passion Get Too Much ⌠niall x louis x reader threesome
previous part /// jump to pt. 1
TW : smut, choking, double penetration, spitting, spanking, subspace
Word Count : 7k
A/N : this chapter takes place hours after THIS EXTRA - itâs not absolutely necessary to read although it may answer a few questions as to how their relationship seemed to jump so quickly !
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louis isnât sure the exact thing that woke him up. whether it be the soft pecks of your lips against his, or the quiet, melodic calling of his name, or your nails gently scratching at his scalp. what ever it was, he couldnât complain in the slightest.Â
that is, until he cracks his eyes open, the soft golden glow of early morning streaming through niallâs sheer white curtains. it was much too early. too fucking early for people that didnât get to sleep until sometime past 4am. âtime sâit, love,â louis croaks, his eyes fluttering shut again.
a small giggle leaves your lips, a happy, playful, sweetness to it, one thatâs reserved for those early hours, one that louis is tucking away as a core memory because it was just so damn cute. âjust about 7am,â you whisper, pecking over his bottom lip again.
âchrist, darling, ya couldnât wait a bit ?â he groans quietly, his hands scrubbing at his eyes, almost painfully, pulling himself from sleep.
âi really hope you like morning sex,â you murmur, nibbling against his lip now, pulling his mouth open just enough for your tongue to slip through, and lick against his own, pulling a quiet breathy moan from him.
âyou have full permission to smack me if i ever turn down an offer from you,â he hums, as you throw your thigh over his waist, his hands falling on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.
âyouâre sappy in the morning,â you giggle, breathing against his lips, before dipping back in for more kisses.Â
he breathes a laugh against your lips, letting himself get lost in the kiss, his hands exploring your body, finding that youâd stripped down your pants at some point, currently only wearing panties and a thin tank top.Â
one hand rounds down your hip, over your bum, and up your thigh to your knee, holding your leg in place over his hips, his other hand settled right on your ass, squeezing.
you groan, shuffling impossibly closer to him, in search of any sort of friction. âand youâre needy in the morning,â louis hums, trying to hold you down, trying to wake up, trying to keep up. but his brain was always a little fuzzy with you, and well heâs barely slept, and throw in last nightâs admissions, and your cunt is dangerously close to finding out that heâs already quite hard. and really, he just needs to breathe.
âcâmon, darling, slow down,â louis whispers against your lips, âwe have all the time in the world,â he adds, hoping that the prospect of lengthy, lazy, slow early morning sex would win you over.Â
but instead, heâs met with a disgruntled groan, and a shake of your head, teeth sinking into the plushness of his bottom lip, âmâalready going slow,â you speak, actions contradicting your words as your hips grind down again, harder, a bit faster, your clit colliding with the hard tip of his prick.
a smirk pulls at your lips, shaking your head again, although more playfully this time, pulling away from his mouth to lock eyes with him, a silent conversation between the two of you.Â
and a moment later, your thigh was off his hips, your hands on the waistband of his pants, pulling them clean off his legs, boxers following suit just as quickly. in your rush to get onto him, youâd almost forgotten your panties, something youâre thankful that louis catches. his hands fall delicately on your hips, thumbs tickling your skin, still making any sort of effort to slow you down, even if just a little bit.
louis slowly glides his hands, fingers splayed out, selfishly trying to touch as much of you as possible, bringing your thin panties down your legs in the process. he notices the tremor run through your body, following his hands, an eruption of goosebumps left behind in their wake. he watches the sticky line of your arousal still attached from your pussy to your panties, thinning out the more he pulls them down. he feels like heâs looking at someone almost ethereal, with the way the golden glimmer of morning sun makes your skin glow, makes your arousal glisten, it takes his breath away. he really doesnât think heâs ever been this lucky.
as soon as your panties were off, you threw yourself onto him, louis landing back onto the mattress with a soft thud, your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him, elbows supporting yourself on the mattress, above louisâ shoulders, your hands buried in his hair.Â
instantly, your lips are back on his, grinding yourself down over his bare length. your cunt was soaked, slit spread over his cock, gliding effortlessly with every roll of your hips.
your fingers were wrapped tightly into louisâ hair, gripping at the roots, his nails leaving deep indents in the skin of your hips, as a particular roll of your hips made the tip of his cock press up into your clit one moment, getting caught on your entrance the next.Â
neither of you were quite sure how it happened, especially without the use of hands, but louisâ hips had lifted clean off the bed, taking you along with him, cock pressed snuggly against you, and with your pussy absolutely drenched, his length painfully hard, the angle just right, he was sinking inside you.
your mouth falls open, breath knocked clean out of your lungs, forehead falling forward onto louisâ, eyes rolled back as you struggle to catch your breath.Â
a soft groan grumbles deep in his chest, his hands pressing into your hips, holding you, trapping you down onto him, his prick seethed deep inside you, not letting you move an inch. he could feel you splitting open for him, could feel you spasming around his cock, could feel you desperately trying to move. and if he let you, he was instantly going to cum. and he was not about to let that happen. not when heâd just gotten you back onto him.Â
in an effort to distract himself, one of his hands leaves you, blindly swatting in the space occupied by niall, eventually colliding with his head, leaving a series of small smacks.
but heâs met with nothing more than an annoyed grumble from niall, and a few laughable swats back in his sleepy state. louis rolls his eyes, gripping hard into niallâs hair, giving a sharp tug.
âfuckin hell,â niall quips, âwhat do you wan-â he cuts himself off as he finally turns his head, eyes peaking open, taking in the scene in front of him, a soft, sleepy, sighing chuckle escaping his lips.
âone of those mornings, pet ?â niall murmurs, every bit of malice in his tone completely wiped away, giving louis the impression that morning sex is clearly a definite regular occurence.Â
niallâs fingertips reach out for your arm, gliding up and down softly, soothingly. you whimper against louisâ lips, nodding your head to niallâs question, your pussy clenching particularly hard at the tickling smoothness of his fingers on your warmed skin. louis lets out a whimpery moan, one he couldnât hold in, even if heâd tried, the grip on his prick so unexpected, his teeth biting into your lip.
niall eyes the both of you, unable to see your hips under the blanket, his eyes settling on you, âyâalready sitting on him, petal ?â he asks softly, hooking his finger under your chin, making louisâ teeth slip from its grip on your lip, forcing you to look up at him.
âmhmm,â you nod, as best you can with a finger holding your chin, feeling the soft press of niallâs lips against the tip of your nose, breathing quietly, âreally missed him didnât you ?â
you were nodding again, tilting your head back to reach for niallâs lips, his falling on yours effortlessly. almost like the pull of magnets. his large hand falls on your jaw, thumb spread out to rub on the apple of your cheek, right below your eye, his pinky splayed out on your neck.
he takes his time enjoying the kiss, before pulling away from you slightly, eyes flicking over to louis, nodding his head for him to lift himself from the mattress, which he does swiftly, connecting their lips as well.Â
you watch them take a moment for themselves, niallâs hand holding louis from the nape of his neck, before pulling away, and sitting himself back on his calves. you and louis could both see that he had a plan working in his brain, one that you were both about to question when you feel the press of niallâs hand against the middle of your back, forcing you and louis back into your original position. and then, he disappears under the blankets.Â
you were left more confused, until niall grips onto louisâ hands, placing them on your bum, his fingers reaching down to where your ass met your thighs, niall making him grip into you, spreading you open.Â
the next thing louis is made aware of, is a loud moan breathed onto his lips, your cunt spasming around him, âchrist, whatâs he doing to you, darling ?â
but you couldnât answer, your head was spinning, niallâs tongue flicking hard against your hole, exposed to him thanks to louisâ grip. and just as quickly as heâd started, he was pulling away. you whined, stuffing your face into louisâ neck, noting the breath leaving him, his head tipping back, breathy âoh fuck,â leaving his parted lips as his back curls slightly. your eyebrows furrow, lifting your head from the comfort of louisâ neck, giving him a questioning glance, âwhatâs he doing ?â
âheâs got-â louis starts, cutting himself off, niall giving a particularly hard suck around the testicle sitting in his mouth. louis is panting, his head absolutely swimming, the feeling intensifying when niallâs hands join louisâ on your lower bum, forcing you to start riding him. slowly. so fucking slowly. he felt borderline delirious, and he fucking loved it. christ, maybe he was going to regret wanting things slow.Â
the way louisâ cock was rolling into you, the way it was so fucking smooth, the way it felt like he was impaling you, his tip pressing into your sweet spot deliciously, steadily, heavily. your brain was flying, body trembling from the languid strokes of his dick along your inner walls, unable to move much more than what niall was controlling.
niall pops off louis, flattening his tongue, timing his actions just as he makes you slowly rise, thrusts still deliriously paced, taking a long lick from the base of louisâ cock, up to your hole, flicking your ring of muscles again.
both you and louis moan out loudly, his fingers digging into your bum harder, your face picking itself up from the comforts of his neck to smash your lips against his, panting against his mouth. you were a whimpery, whiny, trembling mess. louis struggling not to buck up hard into you, fighting within himself since the scene was just so fucking good as is.Â
itâs a rhythm niallâs taken an obvious liking to, his tongue working in tandem with the thrusts he was implementing, licking up louisâ cock just as you pull up, tongue falling onto your sensitive hole as you sit back down on louisâ prick.Â
he was losing his fucking mind. louis was sure of it. heâs not sure heâs ever felt such, such- christ even heâs not so sure thereâs a word for it. but itâs got his toes curling, and his fingers gripping, and his back arching, and his head tipping back, even his fucking eyes were rolling.Â
and niall noticed. was not about to let this happen so soon. not when he was enjoying this so fucking much. loved all the noises he was able to pull from the two of you. loved all the body tremors. the pure neediness seeping out of the both of you.Â
so on the next lift of your hips, niall pulls you clean off louisâ prick, hearing the sharp inhale from you, and the loudly desperate groan from louis, his fingers almost ripping at your skin. your nails dug deep into louisâ scalp, cunt clenching over nothing, a small spurt of liquid squirting from your pussy, getting both louisâ cock and niallâs face.
niall never, in a million years, thought heâd be lunging mouth first at someoneâs cock, but he guesses life is meant to surprise you. watching louisâ length dripping with both your arousal and your squirt was all he needed for his brain to go blank, and for his body to take over without thought.Â
his mouth sinks down on louisâ dick, as best he can considering heâs never done anything remotely close to this before, sucking up as much of your taste as he can, revelling in the heady, musty mix of louisâ flavour.Â
one of louisâ hands shoots out to grip niallâs hair, tugging hard, âfuckin christ, this isnât gonna stop me cumming, mate.â
niall breathes a chuckle as he slides off of louisâ prick, âknow i love to taste, canât help myself,â he hums, feigning innocence, taking a few more licks and another bob of his mouth for good measure. and with his eyes zeroed in on your dripping entrance, he helps himself to a quick lap of his tongue, before sliding louisâ cock back inside you.Â
you moan out loud, your face falling into louisâ neck again, mouthing at his stubbly jaw, his head tipping back to give you more access. he was panting, his hand leaving niallâs hair, falling back onto your bum.
niall catches the small twitches in louisâ fingers, the restlessness of his legs, somehow understanding exactly what heâs silently asking, niall tapping his fingers against the back of louisâ hand, something they both seem to understand. like a code theyâve never even discussed.
and so louisâ hand leaves the swell of your ass, landing a hard smack, your mouth instantly falling open, breath knocked clear from your lungs, your body curling up slightly, as best as it could in the position you were being held in.Â
it seemed to calm louis a bit, the edge taken off, as he fights to release. to hold off. to fucking anything. âkiss me, darling, pleaseâ he breathes, trying to reach your mouth, needing something to tether himself to, especially since niallâs started the languid lapping of his tongue again. up and down and up and down, a rhythmic flow thatâs driving him absolutely mental, timed with the trusts, and fucking hell heâs never felt so prickly, so tingly, so god damn heated.Â
you were trying to kiss him, trying to suckle at his lips, but your jaw kept slacking on its own accord, the kiss somehow turning into more of a panting in each otherâs mouths, and you think you were revelling in it. both of you were. in the intimacy of random pecks wherever they may land, sharing breath, sharing moans, and then louis was itching again. needed to do something. needed, needed.
he doesnât know what kind of primal reaction came over him, he doesnât even know if his brain was in on it, but your mouth was hanging open, and it was right fucking there, and he just needed to have some kind of control. some kind of something.
the next thing he knew, his head was lifting just slightly to have a more direct angle at you. your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to how he even has the power to lift his head at the moment. that is until his eyes locked on your mouth, spit flying onto your tongue.Â
your eyes flutter shut, whimpery moan breathed out, pulling his head closer to yours, foreheads resting together. you swallow quickly, panting quietly, âagain,â your jaw slacking, tongue sticking out, another dribble of saliva smacking onto your tongue. and you were cumming.
louisâ eyes roll back, his body falling onto the mattress, fingernails dug so deep into your ass, the clench of your orgasm so tight. too tight. fuck, he canât. heâs not sure this was exactly his plan, but his grip was so rough, he pulled you clean off of him, another rush of liquid gushing from you.Â
and when louis feels it splashing over his prick, he canât help but cum as well.
niallâs eyes go wide, mouth falling on louisâ prick instantly, sucking and swallowing down every spurt enthusiastically. heâs really always loved to taste.Â
louis moans loudly, back arching, lifting you with him, his hands finally leaving your poor bruised bum, gliding up your back, holding you to him tightly, hips lifting in a quick thrust, tip hitting the back of niallâs throat.Â
the gagging. fuck, itâs so tight around his prick again. from your clenching cunt to niallâs spasming throat. louis is seriously going to lose his mind. very soon. he needed to calm down, needed to ground himself somehow. christ, he felt like he was high. high on nothing but the two of you.
niall pops off louisâ cock, taking another smooth lick at your weepy cunt, before wiggling his way out of the blankets, taking in the state of both of you since heâd started his ministrations.Â
heâs not sure what he was expecting, but it wasnât quite this level of fucked out for the both of you. a smirk canât help but pull at his lips, almost proud of himself for being able to render you both into a puddle of goo in the middle of his bed. a scene heâll definitely store under lock and key, the golden streams of sunlight filtering through his billowing curtains, the window cracked from last night. goosebumps littering both you and louis, the glimmering rays making you both glisten with sweat, chests panting, eyes heavy. heâs never seen something so beautiful.
he reaches out to run his fingertips along your exposed back, up and over louisâ arm, to his shoulder. âfeeling good ?â he murmurs quietly, the moment feeling incredibly soft, not wanting to disrupt the fairly soundless moment.Â
louis smiles, his head rolling heavily towards niall, nodding, breathing out a âyeah,â his eyes shining. fucking shining at him. and niall thinks his heart actually bursts.
and then he catches the soft crinkles by your eyes, telltale sign that you were smiling, something he could tell even if your face was mostly hidden in louisâ shoulder. that is, until you raise your head to properly look at niall, and god fucking christ, heâs not sure what heâs done to have his two favourite people look at him like heâs actually hung each star in the sky, one by one, just for them, but heâs soaking this moment in. has to. his eyes flicking from yours to louisâ, drinking you both in.Â
he leans down on his elbow, laying sideways next to the both of you, pecking oh so gently over your lips, revelling in the softness of the moment. niall spends a moment getting lost in your mouth, before turning his attention to a very patient louis, landing a deep, slow kiss to his lips as well.Â
itâs when niall stretches a bit to go from your mouth to louisâ, that his rock hard prick bumps into your hip, and you realize how neglected his cock must feel.
you sit yourself up, your bum rested against louisâ thighs, looking down at niallâs tented boxers. you bite your lip when you note the wet patch, dribbles of precum staining a small spot right at his tip. he looked painfully hard. so much so, that you really feel bad for him.Â
niall pulls away from louis when heâs noticed that youâve shifted, both of them looking over at you questioningly. that is, until louis notes that youâre staring right at the tent in niallâs briefs, âweâre not done,â he chuckles, taking a long look himself, before smirking up at niall.
âcan take a break if ya need,â niall hums, âboth look tired.â
but thereâs some sort of awakening, some sort of adrenaline running through your veins, as you and louis lock eyes with a mischievous glint in your gazes. so louis decides to follow niallâs lead from earlier, landing his hand in the middle of his chest, making niall lay back onto the bed, stripping him of his boxers, spreading his thighs open wide.
you and louis get yourselves situated between niallâs legs, louis going in for the first lick, his tongue flat, almost slightly wrapped around niallâs girth, stroking its way up his shaft, flicking over the tip.Â
the moment louisâ tongue lost contact with niallâs cock, your tongue was on him, doing the same thing louis was, taking a long lick from base to tip.Â
you kept trading off, treating niallâs prick like a popsicle, licking up the dribbles on a hot summer day, swirling around, sucking along, nipping lightly, flicking expertly. and niall was losing himself. not just in the feel, but in the opportunity to watch the both of you between his legs, watch you both licking over his length like you were fuckin starved for it. it had him panting, groaning, whining, toes curling, struggling to keep his eyes from falling, not wanting to miss a single second, reaching down to grip each of you, tugging on your roots.
âfuckin luckiest guy in the world,â he breathes quietly, more to himself, but it doesnât go unnoticed to either of you, louisâ gaze flicking up to niallâs with a playful smirk pulling at his lips.
âlet me have a minute, love ?â louis murmurs, gaze returned to you, having a silent conversation, something he was getting good at with both you and niall, assuming the inclined physical and emotional contact having a hand in the matter.Â
he waits until your tongueâs flicked over niallâs tip, his mouth opening wide and sliding down his length, throat giving way effortlessly until his nose is pressed tight around niallâs lower belly.Â
âfuckin hell,â niall hisses, his grasp on louisâ hair tightening exponentially, back curling, panting along with the sucking of his mouth, the stroking of his tongue, the constricting of his throat.Â
louis lets himself enjoy a few bobs of his head, pulling off niallâs cock, watching you lick up the mix of spit and dribbles of precum, dripping their way down his shaft.
âcanât tell me itâs your first time,â niall breathes a chuckle, blinking back to reality as he catches his breath, enjoying the soft licks you were providing as a way to calm himself a bit.Â
âno idea what you were missing on bus one, mate,â louis laughs, his breath hitting niallâs prick, making a shiver run through him.
âwha-â niallâs head shoots up to look at louis properly, watch him take a few licks himself, ânever told me that, ya fucker. you and-â heâs cut off by louisâ hand smacking over his mouth, with a shake of his head, a small smile pulling at his lips, âsâlike 8 lifetimes ago, ni. just glad the practice paid off,â he giggles, pulling his hand away, joining you again.Â
niall hums quietly, letting his head fall back, letting himself get lost in the feel of both of you again. the scene in front of him was like one from a dream. the best fucking dream heâs ever had. itâs an image heâd never get tired of, that he knows for sure. his prick standing tall, tongues fighting for a chance to stroke him impossibly harder, mouths falling onto him, sucking his cock down. he was in heaven, he was sure of it. heâd never felt better, more satiated, more powerful, more blessed.Â
hell, there was even something about just watching the two of you, the connection you both seemed to have, the little glances youâd steal, the way your tongues would mend together whenever the opportunity arises.
even the moments where you and louis would get a little too lost in each other, tongues too busy stroking over one another, sucking on each other, had niall in a chokehold. it made his heart burst in ways he could never explain. almost like something clicking in his brain. like adding louis to the mix somehow made everything even better. christ, he never thought it could get better, it was already perfect. he doesnât quite know whatâs better than perfect, but heâs sure heâs standing in it right now.
but the more he was watching, the more his skin began prickling, itching for more. he was heated, held on the edge of blissful pleasure, never quite enough to bring him right to where he was so desperately craving.Â
âpetal,â niall whispers, his fingers leaving your hair to stroke down the side of your face, down your cheek to your jaw, giving a little rub along your chin to really grab your attention.
when your gaze flicks from louisâ to look up at niall, you can see it. see the desperation seeping out of him. it also seemed like the moment that your brain kicked in, noting that heâs been getting increasingly fidgety, something that made you crawl up his body, letting louis take the reigns again, his mouth sinking down on niallâs length.
âwhatâs wrong, ni ?â you hum softly, nose bumping against his, as he gasps, louis obviously taking great care of him as you check in.
his mouth closes around your bottom lip, whimpering quietly, nipping at your skin, âhow are you feeling, love ?â he questions breathily, holding you tightly against him.Â
and you knew exactly what he wanted, what he was truly asking with that question, something that made your lips quirk up into a smile, nodding happily. you knew he wanted your cunt, wanted to check that you were okay to do so. wanted to be wrapped by your smooth inner walls, tight and absolutely drenched, just for him. âwant to, want you,â you clarify, pressing your body closer to his, tongues mingling together, a loud groan echoing in your mouth, shooting straight down to your pussy, silently thanking louis and whatever he was doing.
âcâmere you,â niall mumbles, tugging on louisâ hair, growing ever more desperate for more. just fucking more. heâs kept the pace slow all this time, and although morning sex usually screams this type of momentum, heâs fucking breaking.
with a loud, wet pop, louisâ mouth leaves niallâs dick, coming up to press a chaste kiss to niallâs jaw as he lays next to him, âfeeling good there nialler ?âÂ
âtoo good,â niall laughs softly, âneed mo-â he cuts himself off with a hiss, feeling your pussy open up and slide right down his length, hands shooting out to grip your hips bruisingly. âfucking hell, pet,â he gasps, back arching off the bed, âwarn a lad, will ya ?â
heâs met with nothing more than a giggle from you, followed by a satisfied hum, biting on your bottom lip, hips starting to grind back and forth, forward and backwards.
niall groans loudly, his eyes fluttering shut, helping you keep up the rhythm youâve created, âthatâs it, pretty girl. fuck, thatâs it,â he mewls, breathing deeply, almost purring as he does so. the spasming of your cunt, squeezing his cock tightly, almost sucking him in, dripping down his thighs with your arousal, it was enough to send niall spinning. this is exactly what heâd been waiting for.
watching your head tip back, your jaw slack, feeling his prick bob heavily back and forth inside you, pressing into your sweet spot with every rut of your hips, sensitive little button grinding over his lower abdomen, you were blissed out as well. you could feel both of their eyes on you, brain too fuzzy to really care, your hips keeping up their rhythm, panting into the air, hands gripped into niallâs forearms.
his head slowly turns to the side, eyes blinking up at louis, âcâmon, donât be shy.â
louisâ not sure heâs ever seen niall look quite so fucked out. his eyes were heavy, breathing shallowed, muscles jittering. a stark contrast for the lad that usually has everything under control. and you. fuck, you were like something right out of a movie. you were glowing in the morning light, face tipped back in pure ecstasy, beads of sweat running down in the valley of your breasts. he was in awe of you. both of you. plus, heâs always been fascinated by your connectionâŚ
âsâit weird if i just watch for a bit ?â he finds himself asking, figuring if thereâs anyone he knows that wonât look at him like heâs actually a sick fuck, itâs the two of you. and itâs not that sick really, is the frustrating part, but anyways.
thankfully, heâs met with a large smile spreading across your face, niallâs breath hitching, groaning, âthink she likes that idea,â having felt the clench of your cunt at the mere thought of a spectator.Â
âyeah ?â louis coos, tongue darting out for a quick lick between your breasts, unable to help himself at a little taste of you again.Â
âmhmm,â you shudder, a shiver running through your body, niallâs grip on you tightening, pussy trembling on him, in time with your tremors.Â
âand what about you ?â louis asks, turning his attention to niall, face hovering a bit over his, looking over his features.
âjust donât want you feeling weird about any of it,â niall whispers, wanting to check in on him. he knows how jealous louis can get, and heâs been kicking himself for not checking on him more. heâs not going to let it happen again. with one hand leaving your hip, his fingertips gently stroke over louisâ forearm in comfort.
but louisâ shaking his head, and leaning down to peck at niallâs lips, âi want this, want to see how strong you two are, how fucking hot you two are without me,â he chuckles, âseriously, just wanna see how it is, what it is iâm striving for with you guys.â
and niall thinks for a moment, that somethingâs clicked in louisâ brain as well. without much of a second thought beyond that, his fingers are leaving louisâ arm, reaching out for his jaw, pulling him in for a proper kiss.
you watch them interact, feeling the twitches in niallâs hips as you notice louisâ tongue stroking his, notice the flutters in niallâs stomach muscles as louis grips his hair tighter. hear the little grunts leaving louisâ chest as niall sucks on his tongue. fuck, it was getting you off.Â
niall could feel it, could feel the telltale way your cunt started clenching. instantly his mouth was pulled away from louisâ, hand darting out for your throat, fingers pressing into your skin tightly, âdonât you fucking dare.â
your eyes open wide, fixated on niallâs, as you start panting, trying to calm yourself. you were already going fuzzy, but with the sheer command in niallâs voice, the lack of oxygen to your brain, the complete exhaustion of a sleepless night, your mind was floating, skin was prickling, and you needed to do as he said. another option didnât seem to exist at the moment.
your hips stilled, as you focus on breathing, body trembling, muscles twitching, slowly regulating yourself, pushing your orgasm at bay, eyes locked on niallâs the entire time, like a form of pure grounding, one that could calm you right down, no matter how commanding the tone was.Â
âsâa good girl,â he praises, smiling at you, fingers loosening their grip, index stroking the column of your throat, âsuch a fuckin good girl,â he coos quietly.
louis was once again, absolutely rock hard, cock standing tall, and christ, heâs only been watching you two for a couple of minutes. heâd never seen something so god damn hot. heâs watched his fair share of porn, but nothing came close to being privy to this. Â
niall could tell the moment your eyes opened, the moment the shift happened, with his hand wrapped around your throat, could tell how far you were floating. he pushes himself up into a sitting position, pecking along the side of your neck, your jaw, your ear, murmuring, âmâgonna take over, pet. can you give me a colour ?â
he was patient about it, coaxing an answer out of you with every delicate kiss, until he heard the breathy, satiated, comfortable puff, âgreen.â
and there was the shift in niall, quickly pulling you off your comfortable seat that is his prick, positioning you like a rag doll. your pliancy in these moments was something niall was always grateful for, folding you over so that your face and chest were pressed into the mattress, lifting your hips high into the air.
instantly, his cock was nestled back into you, making you gasp loudly, arms stretching out above you, hands gripped tightly into the sheets, tugging as niallâs hips pull back slowly, impaling you the next moment, feeling his dick so fucking deep inside you. he does it a few more times, before picking up the pace, hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place.
your ears were ringing so loudly, you werenât all too sure what sounds were coming out of you, nor did you have half the mind to care, but if you focus enough, you can pick up your whiny moans, and breathy gasps. your face was being pressed into the sheets below you, niallâs palms pressed into the swell of your ass, fingers gripping, using it as a hold on you, hips held in place.
âleft some marks, tommo,â niall grunts between thrusts, your bum pulled up by his hold, splatter of bruises all over the underside of your cheeks, a mix of fingerprints and scratches littering your skin.
louis turns over on the bed, feet now aimed up above your head, laying on his side, supported by his elbow, peeking over and noticing the dark blue and purple pattern, bright red, slightly raised scratches. heâs not sure how to feel. his hand reaches out instinctually, fingertips delicately lining up with some of the bruises, almost as if needing to confirm for himself that it was, indeed, his own hand.Â
he feels the pure hot heat coming off of your skin, making him flinch lightly, pulling his hand away, âfuck, mâsorry, darling. did i hurt you ?â
but heâs met with nothing more than niallâs hand falling on his shoulder, shaking his head, âask her that later,â he groans, biting his lip, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, âshe- fuck, she canât answer that right now.â
itâs moments like these that louisâ learned to make a solid mental note about. heâs learning. learning you. how to be with you, how to care for you, how to grow the bond.Â
âsheâs fine though,â niall fills in, swatting fairly hard, right where louis left the worst of the bruises, a loud guttural groan punctured from your lungs, grip in the sheets tightening, nails close to ripping through the fabric. your chest presses harder against the bed, bum lifting on its own accord, in an effort to search for more, pushing itself into niallâs hand, almost obediently so.
niall chuckles breathily, biting his lip for a moment as he takes a deep breath through his nose, âfuckin perfect girl,â he curses, landing another spank, on the same side, over the same spot.Â
you mewled, your back arching impossibly more, surely a move that would cause you pain later, right as another quick smack falls on your bum, this time on the other side. a move that makes you almost purr, legs trembling, one of your hands pulling down, tucking your arm under your face in comfort, elbow bumping into louis on the way.
itâs the first time you realize heâs so close, eyes blinking open, noting his thighs, his prick fairly close to your face, still watching where niallâs cock is disappearing inside you. without much thought, your mouth opens, taking his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling.
louis gasps loudly, a quick moan following his initial shock, niallâs eyes opening and falling on your mouth, wrapped around louisâ cock. niall quickly lands a hard smack against your ass, your jaw slackening, wailing around louisâ length.
âdid i fuckin tell you to do that ?â niall growls, watching you instantly slide off his shaft, mouth leaving with a pop, and a small whine.
he reaches down, grasping your hair, pulling you up onto your knees, back pressed to his chest, head falling to his shoulder. it was too heavy for you to hold up anyway.Â
niallâs arms wrap themselves around you, tucking his face against your shoulder, holding you tightly to him, hands grasping your breasts, your hips, your arms, unable to get enough of you, taking a moment to drink you in. he takes a big breath in your neck, leaving a series of pecks, eyes flicking over to meet louisâ, âcâmere.â
and louis can see it in his eyes, sees that the scene is about to come to an end, something heâs always cued from niall, something he just seems to know, always. so louis slides himself under the two of you, his cock so painfully hard, standing tall right below your entrance, hands falling onto your thighs, silently letting you know that heâs right there too.
one of your hands leaves itâs grip in niallâs arm, falling to grip onto louisâ hand. when louisâ eyes flick to your entwined fingers, he swears he can almost see your tummy jumping softly in time with niallâs thrusts.Â
with your hand in his, he slides over to that spot on your lower abdomen, his palm pressed to the back of your hand, and you could both feel it, feel the steady bomp, bomp, bomp of niallâs cock. it sent your mind reeling even more, something so fucking intimate about feeling someone inside you like that.
âfuck, fuck,â niall groans loudly, feeling your cunt squeeze down on him, orgasm rippling through you, the grip on him bringing on his own high quickly. too quickly. niall was not ready. he pulls you off of his prick, mid-high, pussy spasming around nothing, strong gush leaving your centre.
just as quickly as youâre pulled off of niallâs cock, you were being seated on louisâ, a loud groan leaving him, your still cumming cunt sucking him in, constricting around him tightly. the move makes you fall forward, hands landing on either side of louisâ head, forehead dipped to his, panting against his mouth, jaw slacked open, still trembling from your high without any time to recover.
niallâs panting, holding off his high, hand delicately falling on your back, âcolour, pet,â he whispers, his other hand against louisâ thigh, silent warning not to move yet. no matter how hard it may be. and then, there it was, the hushed breath, âgreen.â
louisâ hips instantly buck into you, feet planted on the mattress, hips picking up right where niall had left off, a blinding pace, something that louis was silently grateful for. the slowness he was searching for, however many hours ago, had been long satiated.Â
the harsh pace, switched up angle of louis being below you, you could feel the warmth spreading from your belly to your extremities, prickling, tingly heat, and for a moment, youâre not even sure your last orgasm even really finished as this one starts to come on.
a drawn-out groan from louis, tightening grip of his fingertips into your hip, was all niall needed to know that you were cumming again, wailing mewl leaving the both of you as he pulls you off of louisâ cock, too fast for louis to quite get where he wanted to be, feet kicking out in frustration. a long spurt of liquid gushed from you again, barely having time to finish before niallâs cock glides right into you, sharp gasp coming from niallâs lungs.
he grips you from your throat, lifting you up to rest against him again, niall a panting mess against your shoulder. he reaches over your hip, lining up louisâ cock with your entrance, alongside his, âcolour,â he sighs, trying to catch his breath, trying to hold himself back, but fuck your cunt was absolutely screaming at him, squeezing him, sucking on him. fuck.
âgreen.â
louis bucks up immediately, your cunt so fucking soaked, he had no issues sliding right in, stuffed deep alongside niall, all three of you with your jaws slackened, panting, mewling, gasping, whining, fuck no one was really sure anymore. and then when niallâs hand tightens around your throat, your pussy clenches hard, a sob leaving your lips as you tremble through another orgasm, constant stream of clear liquid leaving you, milking their orgasms with the squeezing of your centre.
niallâs hold on you tightens as he comes down from his high, pecking delicately over your shoulder, murmuring loud enough for louis to head, âweâre gonna pull out, petal. get you cozy, perfect girl.â
and you assume they do just that, as by the time that you float back to proper consciousness, you were sandwiched between them, their hands gently stroking your skin, both taking turns telling you how perfect you are, how much they love you, how happy they are with all of you here together. it was sweet, it was soft, it was filled with kisses and sweet licks. you could feel the warmth of the day lulling you back, the sunlight having shifted long ago from the early morning glow, to the mid morning brightness.Â
you take a deep breath, eyes fluttering open, niall smiling up at you, noting the telltale puff of air, âhello beautiful,â he murmurs quietly, not wanting to startle you. heâs met with a beautifully soft, content smile, and a ruffle of his hair. louis smiling at you as well, offering a small, lingering kiss to the underside of your jaw.Â
with your return to the real world, the promise that you were okay, comfortably placed between them, the sleepiness returns quickly, adrenaline of the moment having worn off. nobodyâs sure who it was that nodded off first, but the gentle rubs were dwindling down to nothing, all of your limbs touching in some way, tangled together, in a soothing pile on niallâs bed, louis breathing out quietly, âmâdefinitely gonna get used to this.â
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Hi hi!! Planning the next part of Infinite You and wondering if weâd rather skip to them getting together or if we want to see them struggle first hehe IM OKAY WITH EITHER!!
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05 - Woke Up Still Dreaming
Summary : Part 5 to Let Passion Get Too Much ⌠niall x louis x reader threesome
previous part /// jump to pt. 1
TW : smut, choking, double penetration, spitting, spanking, subspace
Word Count : 7k
A/N : this chapter takes place hours after THIS EXTRA - itâs not absolutely necessary to read although it may answer a few questions as to how their relationship seemed to jump so quickly !
GIFs : unknown - msg for credit
louis isnât sure the exact thing that woke him up. whether it be the soft pecks of your lips against his, or the quiet, melodic calling of his name, or your nails gently scratching at his scalp. what ever it was, he couldnât complain in the slightest.Â
that is, until he cracks his eyes open, the soft golden glow of early morning streaming through niallâs sheer white curtains. it was much too early. too fucking early for people that didnât get to sleep until sometime past 4am. âtime sâit, love,â louis croaks, his eyes fluttering shut again.
a small giggle leaves your lips, a happy, playful, sweetness to it, one thatâs reserved for those early hours, one that louis is tucking away as a core memory because it was just so damn cute. âjust about 7am,â you whisper, pecking over his bottom lip again.
âchrist, darling, ya couldnât wait a bit ?â he groans quietly, his hands scrubbing at his eyes, almost painfully, pulling himself from sleep.
âi really hope you like morning sex,â you murmur, nibbling against his lip now, pulling his mouth open just enough for your tongue to slip through, and lick against his own, pulling a quiet breathy moan from him.
âyou have full permission to smack me if i ever turn down an offer from you,â he hums, as you throw your thigh over his waist, his hands falling on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.
âyouâre sappy in the morning,â you giggle, breathing against his lips, before dipping back in for more kisses.Â
he breathes a laugh against your lips, letting himself get lost in the kiss, his hands exploring your body, finding that youâd stripped down your pants at some point, currently only wearing panties and a thin tank top.Â
one hand rounds down your hip, over your bum, and up your thigh to your knee, holding your leg in place over his hips, his other hand settled right on your ass, squeezing.
you groan, shuffling impossibly closer to him, in search of any sort of friction. âand youâre needy in the morning,â louis hums, trying to hold you down, trying to wake up, trying to keep up. but his brain was always a little fuzzy with you, and well heâs barely slept, and throw in last nightâs admissions, and your cunt is dangerously close to finding out that heâs already quite hard. and really, he just needs to breathe.
âcâmon, darling, slow down,â louis whispers against your lips, âwe have all the time in the world,â he adds, hoping that the prospect of lengthy, lazy, slow early morning sex would win you over.Â
but instead, heâs met with a disgruntled groan, and a shake of your head, teeth sinking into the plushness of his bottom lip, âmâalready going slow,â you speak, actions contradicting your words as your hips grind down again, harder, a bit faster, your clit colliding with the hard tip of his prick.
a smirk pulls at your lips, shaking your head again, although more playfully this time, pulling away from his mouth to lock eyes with him, a silent conversation between the two of you.Â
and a moment later, your thigh was off his hips, your hands on the waistband of his pants, pulling them clean off his legs, boxers following suit just as quickly. in your rush to get onto him, youâd almost forgotten your panties, something youâre thankful that louis catches. his hands fall delicately on your hips, thumbs tickling your skin, still making any sort of effort to slow you down, even if just a little bit.
louis slowly glides his hands, fingers splayed out, selfishly trying to touch as much of you as possible, bringing your thin panties down your legs in the process. he notices the tremor run through your body, following his hands, an eruption of goosebumps left behind in their wake. he watches the sticky line of your arousal still attached from your pussy to your panties, thinning out the more he pulls them down. he feels like heâs looking at someone almost ethereal, with the way the golden glimmer of morning sun makes your skin glow, makes your arousal glisten, it takes his breath away. he really doesnât think heâs ever been this lucky.
as soon as your panties were off, you threw yourself onto him, louis landing back onto the mattress with a soft thud, your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him, elbows supporting yourself on the mattress, above louisâ shoulders, your hands buried in his hair.Â
instantly, your lips are back on his, grinding yourself down over his bare length. your cunt was soaked, slit spread over his cock, gliding effortlessly with every roll of your hips.
your fingers were wrapped tightly into louisâ hair, gripping at the roots, his nails leaving deep indents in the skin of your hips, as a particular roll of your hips made the tip of his cock press up into your clit one moment, getting caught on your entrance the next.Â
neither of you were quite sure how it happened, especially without the use of hands, but louisâ hips had lifted clean off the bed, taking you along with him, cock pressed snuggly against you, and with your pussy absolutely drenched, his length painfully hard, the angle just right, he was sinking inside you.
your mouth falls open, breath knocked clean out of your lungs, forehead falling forward onto louisâ, eyes rolled back as you struggle to catch your breath.Â
a soft groan grumbles deep in his chest, his hands pressing into your hips, holding you, trapping you down onto him, his prick seethed deep inside you, not letting you move an inch. he could feel you splitting open for him, could feel you spasming around his cock, could feel you desperately trying to move. and if he let you, he was instantly going to cum. and he was not about to let that happen. not when heâd just gotten you back onto him.Â
in an effort to distract himself, one of his hands leaves you, blindly swatting in the space occupied by niall, eventually colliding with his head, leaving a series of small smacks.
but heâs met with nothing more than an annoyed grumble from niall, and a few laughable swats back in his sleepy state. louis rolls his eyes, gripping hard into niallâs hair, giving a sharp tug.
âfuckin hell,â niall quips, âwhat do you wan-â he cuts himself off as he finally turns his head, eyes peaking open, taking in the scene in front of him, a soft, sleepy, sighing chuckle escaping his lips.
âone of those mornings, pet ?â niall murmurs, every bit of malice in his tone completely wiped away, giving louis the impression that morning sex is clearly a definite regular occurence.Â
niallâs fingertips reach out for your arm, gliding up and down softly, soothingly. you whimper against louisâ lips, nodding your head to niallâs question, your pussy clenching particularly hard at the tickling smoothness of his fingers on your warmed skin. louis lets out a whimpery moan, one he couldnât hold in, even if heâd tried, the grip on his prick so unexpected, his teeth biting into your lip.
niall eyes the both of you, unable to see your hips under the blanket, his eyes settling on you, âyâalready sitting on him, petal ?â he asks softly, hooking his finger under your chin, making louisâ teeth slip from its grip on your lip, forcing you to look up at him.
âmhmm,â you nod, as best you can with a finger holding your chin, feeling the soft press of niallâs lips against the tip of your nose, breathing quietly, âreally missed him didnât you ?â
you were nodding again, tilting your head back to reach for niallâs lips, his falling on yours effortlessly. almost like the pull of magnets. his large hand falls on your jaw, thumb spread out to rub on the apple of your cheek, right below your eye, his pinky splayed out on your neck.
he takes his time enjoying the kiss, before pulling away from you slightly, eyes flicking over to louis, nodding his head for him to lift himself from the mattress, which he does swiftly, connecting their lips as well.Â
you watch them take a moment for themselves, niallâs hand holding louis from the nape of his neck, before pulling away, and sitting himself back on his calves. you and louis could both see that he had a plan working in his brain, one that you were both about to question when you feel the press of niallâs hand against the middle of your back, forcing you and louis back into your original position. and then, he disappears under the blankets.Â
you were left more confused, until niall grips onto louisâ hands, placing them on your bum, his fingers reaching down to where your ass met your thighs, niall making him grip into you, spreading you open.Â
the next thing louis is made aware of, is a loud moan breathed onto his lips, your cunt spasming around him, âchrist, whatâs he doing to you, darling ?â
but you couldnât answer, your head was spinning, niallâs tongue flicking hard against your hole, exposed to him thanks to louisâ grip. and just as quickly as heâd started, he was pulling away. you whined, stuffing your face into louisâ neck, noting the breath leaving him, his head tipping back, breathy âoh fuck,â leaving his parted lips as his back curls slightly. your eyebrows furrow, lifting your head from the comfort of louisâ neck, giving him a questioning glance, âwhatâs he doing ?â
âheâs got-â louis starts, cutting himself off, niall giving a particularly hard suck around the testicle sitting in his mouth. louis is panting, his head absolutely swimming, the feeling intensifying when niallâs hands join louisâ on your lower bum, forcing you to start riding him. slowly. so fucking slowly. he felt borderline delirious, and he fucking loved it. christ, maybe he was going to regret wanting things slow.Â
the way louisâ cock was rolling into you, the way it was so fucking smooth, the way it felt like he was impaling you, his tip pressing into your sweet spot deliciously, steadily, heavily. your brain was flying, body trembling from the languid strokes of his dick along your inner walls, unable to move much more than what niall was controlling.
niall pops off louis, flattening his tongue, timing his actions just as he makes you slowly rise, thrusts still deliriously paced, taking a long lick from the base of louisâ cock, up to your hole, flicking your ring of muscles again.
both you and louis moan out loudly, his fingers digging into your bum harder, your face picking itself up from the comforts of his neck to smash your lips against his, panting against his mouth. you were a whimpery, whiny, trembling mess. louis struggling not to buck up hard into you, fighting within himself since the scene was just so fucking good as is.Â
itâs a rhythm niallâs taken an obvious liking to, his tongue working in tandem with the thrusts he was implementing, licking up louisâ cock just as you pull up, tongue falling onto your sensitive hole as you sit back down on louisâ prick.Â
he was losing his fucking mind. louis was sure of it. heâs not sure heâs ever felt such, such- christ even heâs not so sure thereâs a word for it. but itâs got his toes curling, and his fingers gripping, and his back arching, and his head tipping back, even his fucking eyes were rolling.Â
and niall noticed. was not about to let this happen so soon. not when he was enjoying this so fucking much. loved all the noises he was able to pull from the two of you. loved all the body tremors. the pure neediness seeping out of the both of you.Â
so on the next lift of your hips, niall pulls you clean off louisâ prick, hearing the sharp inhale from you, and the loudly desperate groan from louis, his fingers almost ripping at your skin. your nails dug deep into louisâ scalp, cunt clenching over nothing, a small spurt of liquid squirting from your pussy, getting both louisâ cock and niallâs face.
niall never, in a million years, thought heâd be lunging mouth first at someoneâs cock, but he guesses life is meant to surprise you. watching louisâ length dripping with both your arousal and your squirt was all he needed for his brain to go blank, and for his body to take over without thought.Â
his mouth sinks down on louisâ dick, as best he can considering heâs never done anything remotely close to this before, sucking up as much of your taste as he can, revelling in the heady, musty mix of louisâ flavour.Â
one of louisâ hands shoots out to grip niallâs hair, tugging hard, âfuckin christ, this isnât gonna stop me cumming, mate.â
niall breathes a chuckle as he slides off of louisâ prick, âknow i love to taste, canât help myself,â he hums, feigning innocence, taking a few more licks and another bob of his mouth for good measure. and with his eyes zeroed in on your dripping entrance, he helps himself to a quick lap of his tongue, before sliding louisâ cock back inside you.Â
you moan out loud, your face falling into louisâ neck again, mouthing at his stubbly jaw, his head tipping back to give you more access. he was panting, his hand leaving niallâs hair, falling back onto your bum.
niall catches the small twitches in louisâ fingers, the restlessness of his legs, somehow understanding exactly what heâs silently asking, niall tapping his fingers against the back of louisâ hand, something they both seem to understand. like a code theyâve never even discussed.
and so louisâ hand leaves the swell of your ass, landing a hard smack, your mouth instantly falling open, breath knocked clear from your lungs, your body curling up slightly, as best as it could in the position you were being held in.Â
it seemed to calm louis a bit, the edge taken off, as he fights to release. to hold off. to fucking anything. âkiss me, darling, pleaseâ he breathes, trying to reach your mouth, needing something to tether himself to, especially since niallâs started the languid lapping of his tongue again. up and down and up and down, a rhythmic flow thatâs driving him absolutely mental, timed with the trusts, and fucking hell heâs never felt so prickly, so tingly, so god damn heated.Â
you were trying to kiss him, trying to suckle at his lips, but your jaw kept slacking on its own accord, the kiss somehow turning into more of a panting in each otherâs mouths, and you think you were revelling in it. both of you were. in the intimacy of random pecks wherever they may land, sharing breath, sharing moans, and then louis was itching again. needed to do something. needed, needed.
he doesnât know what kind of primal reaction came over him, he doesnât even know if his brain was in on it, but your mouth was hanging open, and it was right fucking there, and he just needed to have some kind of control. some kind of something.
the next thing he knew, his head was lifting just slightly to have a more direct angle at you. your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to how he even has the power to lift his head at the moment. that is until his eyes locked on your mouth, spit flying onto your tongue.Â
your eyes flutter shut, whimpery moan breathed out, pulling his head closer to yours, foreheads resting together. you swallow quickly, panting quietly, âagain,â your jaw slacking, tongue sticking out, another dribble of saliva smacking onto your tongue. and you were cumming.
louisâ eyes roll back, his body falling onto the mattress, fingernails dug so deep into your ass, the clench of your orgasm so tight. too tight. fuck, he canât. heâs not sure this was exactly his plan, but his grip was so rough, he pulled you clean off of him, another rush of liquid gushing from you.Â
and when louis feels it splashing over his prick, he canât help but cum as well.
niallâs eyes go wide, mouth falling on louisâ prick instantly, sucking and swallowing down every spurt enthusiastically. heâs really always loved to taste.Â
louis moans loudly, back arching, lifting you with him, his hands finally leaving your poor bruised bum, gliding up your back, holding you to him tightly, hips lifting in a quick thrust, tip hitting the back of niallâs throat.Â
the gagging. fuck, itâs so tight around his prick again. from your clenching cunt to niallâs spasming throat. louis is seriously going to lose his mind. very soon. he needed to calm down, needed to ground himself somehow. christ, he felt like he was high. high on nothing but the two of you.
niall pops off louisâ cock, taking another smooth lick at your weepy cunt, before wiggling his way out of the blankets, taking in the state of both of you since heâd started his ministrations.Â
heâs not sure what he was expecting, but it wasnât quite this level of fucked out for the both of you. a smirk canât help but pull at his lips, almost proud of himself for being able to render you both into a puddle of goo in the middle of his bed. a scene heâll definitely store under lock and key, the golden streams of sunlight filtering through his billowing curtains, the window cracked from last night. goosebumps littering both you and louis, the glimmering rays making you both glisten with sweat, chests panting, eyes heavy. heâs never seen something so beautiful.
he reaches out to run his fingertips along your exposed back, up and over louisâ arm, to his shoulder. âfeeling good ?â he murmurs quietly, the moment feeling incredibly soft, not wanting to disrupt the fairly soundless moment.Â
louis smiles, his head rolling heavily towards niall, nodding, breathing out a âyeah,â his eyes shining. fucking shining at him. and niall thinks his heart actually bursts.
and then he catches the soft crinkles by your eyes, telltale sign that you were smiling, something he could tell even if your face was mostly hidden in louisâ shoulder. that is, until you raise your head to properly look at niall, and god fucking christ, heâs not sure what heâs done to have his two favourite people look at him like heâs actually hung each star in the sky, one by one, just for them, but heâs soaking this moment in. has to. his eyes flicking from yours to louisâ, drinking you both in.Â
he leans down on his elbow, laying sideways next to the both of you, pecking oh so gently over your lips, revelling in the softness of the moment. niall spends a moment getting lost in your mouth, before turning his attention to a very patient louis, landing a deep, slow kiss to his lips as well.Â
itâs when niall stretches a bit to go from your mouth to louisâ, that his rock hard prick bumps into your hip, and you realize how neglected his cock must feel.
you sit yourself up, your bum rested against louisâ thighs, looking down at niallâs tented boxers. you bite your lip when you note the wet patch, dribbles of precum staining a small spot right at his tip. he looked painfully hard. so much so, that you really feel bad for him.Â
niall pulls away from louis when heâs noticed that youâve shifted, both of them looking over at you questioningly. that is, until louis notes that youâre staring right at the tent in niallâs briefs, âweâre not done,â he chuckles, taking a long look himself, before smirking up at niall.
âcan take a break if ya need,â niall hums, âboth look tired.â
but thereâs some sort of awakening, some sort of adrenaline running through your veins, as you and louis lock eyes with a mischievous glint in your gazes. so louis decides to follow niallâs lead from earlier, landing his hand in the middle of his chest, making niall lay back onto the bed, stripping him of his boxers, spreading his thighs open wide.
you and louis get yourselves situated between niallâs legs, louis going in for the first lick, his tongue flat, almost slightly wrapped around niallâs girth, stroking its way up his shaft, flicking over the tip.Â
the moment louisâ tongue lost contact with niallâs cock, your tongue was on him, doing the same thing louis was, taking a long lick from base to tip.Â
you kept trading off, treating niallâs prick like a popsicle, licking up the dribbles on a hot summer day, swirling around, sucking along, nipping lightly, flicking expertly. and niall was losing himself. not just in the feel, but in the opportunity to watch the both of you between his legs, watch you both licking over his length like you were fuckin starved for it. it had him panting, groaning, whining, toes curling, struggling to keep his eyes from falling, not wanting to miss a single second, reaching down to grip each of you, tugging on your roots.
âfuckin luckiest guy in the world,â he breathes quietly, more to himself, but it doesnât go unnoticed to either of you, louisâ gaze flicking up to niallâs with a playful smirk pulling at his lips.
âlet me have a minute, love ?â louis murmurs, gaze returned to you, having a silent conversation, something he was getting good at with both you and niall, assuming the inclined physical and emotional contact having a hand in the matter.Â
he waits until your tongueâs flicked over niallâs tip, his mouth opening wide and sliding down his length, throat giving way effortlessly until his nose is pressed tight around niallâs lower belly.Â
âfuckin hell,â niall hisses, his grasp on louisâ hair tightening exponentially, back curling, panting along with the sucking of his mouth, the stroking of his tongue, the constricting of his throat.Â
louis lets himself enjoy a few bobs of his head, pulling off niallâs cock, watching you lick up the mix of spit and dribbles of precum, dripping their way down his shaft.
âcanât tell me itâs your first time,â niall breathes a chuckle, blinking back to reality as he catches his breath, enjoying the soft licks you were providing as a way to calm himself a bit.Â
âno idea what you were missing on bus one, mate,â louis laughs, his breath hitting niallâs prick, making a shiver run through him.
âwha-â niallâs head shoots up to look at louis properly, watch him take a few licks himself, ânever told me that, ya fucker. you and-â heâs cut off by louisâ hand smacking over his mouth, with a shake of his head, a small smile pulling at his lips, âsâlike 8 lifetimes ago, ni. just glad the practice paid off,â he giggles, pulling his hand away, joining you again.Â
niall hums quietly, letting his head fall back, letting himself get lost in the feel of both of you again. the scene in front of him was like one from a dream. the best fucking dream heâs ever had. itâs an image heâd never get tired of, that he knows for sure. his prick standing tall, tongues fighting for a chance to stroke him impossibly harder, mouths falling onto him, sucking his cock down. he was in heaven, he was sure of it. heâd never felt better, more satiated, more powerful, more blessed.Â
hell, there was even something about just watching the two of you, the connection you both seemed to have, the little glances youâd steal, the way your tongues would mend together whenever the opportunity arises.
even the moments where you and louis would get a little too lost in each other, tongues too busy stroking over one another, sucking on each other, had niall in a chokehold. it made his heart burst in ways he could never explain. almost like something clicking in his brain. like adding louis to the mix somehow made everything even better. christ, he never thought it could get better, it was already perfect. he doesnât quite know whatâs better than perfect, but heâs sure heâs standing in it right now.
but the more he was watching, the more his skin began prickling, itching for more. he was heated, held on the edge of blissful pleasure, never quite enough to bring him right to where he was so desperately craving.Â
âpetal,â niall whispers, his fingers leaving your hair to stroke down the side of your face, down your cheek to your jaw, giving a little rub along your chin to really grab your attention.
when your gaze flicks from louisâ to look up at niall, you can see it. see the desperation seeping out of him. it also seemed like the moment that your brain kicked in, noting that heâs been getting increasingly fidgety, something that made you crawl up his body, letting louis take the reigns again, his mouth sinking down on niallâs length.
âwhatâs wrong, ni ?â you hum softly, nose bumping against his, as he gasps, louis obviously taking great care of him as you check in.
his mouth closes around your bottom lip, whimpering quietly, nipping at your skin, âhow are you feeling, love ?â he questions breathily, holding you tightly against him.Â
and you knew exactly what he wanted, what he was truly asking with that question, something that made your lips quirk up into a smile, nodding happily. you knew he wanted your cunt, wanted to check that you were okay to do so. wanted to be wrapped by your smooth inner walls, tight and absolutely drenched, just for him. âwant to, want you,â you clarify, pressing your body closer to his, tongues mingling together, a loud groan echoing in your mouth, shooting straight down to your pussy, silently thanking louis and whatever he was doing.
âcâmere you,â niall mumbles, tugging on louisâ hair, growing ever more desperate for more. just fucking more. heâs kept the pace slow all this time, and although morning sex usually screams this type of momentum, heâs fucking breaking.
with a loud, wet pop, louisâ mouth leaves niallâs dick, coming up to press a chaste kiss to niallâs jaw as he lays next to him, âfeeling good there nialler ?âÂ
âtoo good,â niall laughs softly, âneed mo-â he cuts himself off with a hiss, feeling your pussy open up and slide right down his length, hands shooting out to grip your hips bruisingly. âfucking hell, pet,â he gasps, back arching off the bed, âwarn a lad, will ya ?â
heâs met with nothing more than a giggle from you, followed by a satisfied hum, biting on your bottom lip, hips starting to grind back and forth, forward and backwards.
niall groans loudly, his eyes fluttering shut, helping you keep up the rhythm youâve created, âthatâs it, pretty girl. fuck, thatâs it,â he mewls, breathing deeply, almost purring as he does so. the spasming of your cunt, squeezing his cock tightly, almost sucking him in, dripping down his thighs with your arousal, it was enough to send niall spinning. this is exactly what heâd been waiting for.
watching your head tip back, your jaw slack, feeling his prick bob heavily back and forth inside you, pressing into your sweet spot with every rut of your hips, sensitive little button grinding over his lower abdomen, you were blissed out as well. you could feel both of their eyes on you, brain too fuzzy to really care, your hips keeping up their rhythm, panting into the air, hands gripped into niallâs forearms.
his head slowly turns to the side, eyes blinking up at louis, âcâmon, donât be shy.â
louisâ not sure heâs ever seen niall look quite so fucked out. his eyes were heavy, breathing shallowed, muscles jittering. a stark contrast for the lad that usually has everything under control. and you. fuck, you were like something right out of a movie. you were glowing in the morning light, face tipped back in pure ecstasy, beads of sweat running down in the valley of your breasts. he was in awe of you. both of you. plus, heâs always been fascinated by your connectionâŚ
âsâit weird if i just watch for a bit ?â he finds himself asking, figuring if thereâs anyone he knows that wonât look at him like heâs actually a sick fuck, itâs the two of you. and itâs not that sick really, is the frustrating part, but anyways.
thankfully, heâs met with a large smile spreading across your face, niallâs breath hitching, groaning, âthink she likes that idea,â having felt the clench of your cunt at the mere thought of a spectator.Â
âyeah ?â louis coos, tongue darting out for a quick lick between your breasts, unable to help himself at a little taste of you again.Â
âmhmm,â you shudder, a shiver running through your body, niallâs grip on you tightening, pussy trembling on him, in time with your tremors.Â
âand what about you ?â louis asks, turning his attention to niall, face hovering a bit over his, looking over his features.
âjust donât want you feeling weird about any of it,â niall whispers, wanting to check in on him. he knows how jealous louis can get, and heâs been kicking himself for not checking on him more. heâs not going to let it happen again. with one hand leaving your hip, his fingertips gently stroke over louisâ forearm in comfort.
but louisâ shaking his head, and leaning down to peck at niallâs lips, âi want this, want to see how strong you two are, how fucking hot you two are without me,â he chuckles, âseriously, just wanna see how it is, what it is iâm striving for with you guys.â
and niall thinks for a moment, that somethingâs clicked in louisâ brain as well. without much of a second thought beyond that, his fingers are leaving louisâ arm, reaching out for his jaw, pulling him in for a proper kiss.
you watch them interact, feeling the twitches in niallâs hips as you notice louisâ tongue stroking his, notice the flutters in niallâs stomach muscles as louis grips his hair tighter. hear the little grunts leaving louisâ chest as niall sucks on his tongue. fuck, it was getting you off.Â
niall could feel it, could feel the telltale way your cunt started clenching. instantly his mouth was pulled away from louisâ, hand darting out for your throat, fingers pressing into your skin tightly, âdonât you fucking dare.â
your eyes open wide, fixated on niallâs, as you start panting, trying to calm yourself. you were already going fuzzy, but with the sheer command in niallâs voice, the lack of oxygen to your brain, the complete exhaustion of a sleepless night, your mind was floating, skin was prickling, and you needed to do as he said. another option didnât seem to exist at the moment.
your hips stilled, as you focus on breathing, body trembling, muscles twitching, slowly regulating yourself, pushing your orgasm at bay, eyes locked on niallâs the entire time, like a form of pure grounding, one that could calm you right down, no matter how commanding the tone was.Â
âsâa good girl,â he praises, smiling at you, fingers loosening their grip, index stroking the column of your throat, âsuch a fuckin good girl,â he coos quietly.
louis was once again, absolutely rock hard, cock standing tall, and christ, heâs only been watching you two for a couple of minutes. heâd never seen something so god damn hot. heâs watched his fair share of porn, but nothing came close to being privy to this. Â
niall could tell the moment your eyes opened, the moment the shift happened, with his hand wrapped around your throat, could tell how far you were floating. he pushes himself up into a sitting position, pecking along the side of your neck, your jaw, your ear, murmuring, âmâgonna take over, pet. can you give me a colour ?â
he was patient about it, coaxing an answer out of you with every delicate kiss, until he heard the breathy, satiated, comfortable puff, âgreen.â
and there was the shift in niall, quickly pulling you off your comfortable seat that is his prick, positioning you like a rag doll. your pliancy in these moments was something niall was always grateful for, folding you over so that your face and chest were pressed into the mattress, lifting your hips high into the air.
instantly, his cock was nestled back into you, making you gasp loudly, arms stretching out above you, hands gripped tightly into the sheets, tugging as niallâs hips pull back slowly, impaling you the next moment, feeling his dick so fucking deep inside you. he does it a few more times, before picking up the pace, hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place.
your ears were ringing so loudly, you werenât all too sure what sounds were coming out of you, nor did you have half the mind to care, but if you focus enough, you can pick up your whiny moans, and breathy gasps. your face was being pressed into the sheets below you, niallâs palms pressed into the swell of your ass, fingers gripping, using it as a hold on you, hips held in place.
âleft some marks, tommo,â niall grunts between thrusts, your bum pulled up by his hold, splatter of bruises all over the underside of your cheeks, a mix of fingerprints and scratches littering your skin.
louis turns over on the bed, feet now aimed up above your head, laying on his side, supported by his elbow, peeking over and noticing the dark blue and purple pattern, bright red, slightly raised scratches. heâs not sure how to feel. his hand reaches out instinctually, fingertips delicately lining up with some of the bruises, almost as if needing to confirm for himself that it was, indeed, his own hand.Â
he feels the pure hot heat coming off of your skin, making him flinch lightly, pulling his hand away, âfuck, mâsorry, darling. did i hurt you ?â
but heâs met with nothing more than niallâs hand falling on his shoulder, shaking his head, âask her that later,â he groans, biting his lip, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, âshe- fuck, she canât answer that right now.â
itâs moments like these that louisâ learned to make a solid mental note about. heâs learning. learning you. how to be with you, how to care for you, how to grow the bond.Â
âsheâs fine though,â niall fills in, swatting fairly hard, right where louis left the worst of the bruises, a loud guttural groan punctured from your lungs, grip in the sheets tightening, nails close to ripping through the fabric. your chest presses harder against the bed, bum lifting on its own accord, in an effort to search for more, pushing itself into niallâs hand, almost obediently so.
niall chuckles breathily, biting his lip for a moment as he takes a deep breath through his nose, âfuckin perfect girl,â he curses, landing another spank, on the same side, over the same spot.Â
you mewled, your back arching impossibly more, surely a move that would cause you pain later, right as another quick smack falls on your bum, this time on the other side. a move that makes you almost purr, legs trembling, one of your hands pulling down, tucking your arm under your face in comfort, elbow bumping into louis on the way.
itâs the first time you realize heâs so close, eyes blinking open, noting his thighs, his prick fairly close to your face, still watching where niallâs cock is disappearing inside you. without much thought, your mouth opens, taking his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling.
louis gasps loudly, a quick moan following his initial shock, niallâs eyes opening and falling on your mouth, wrapped around louisâ cock. niall quickly lands a hard smack against your ass, your jaw slackening, wailing around louisâ length.
âdid i fuckin tell you to do that ?â niall growls, watching you instantly slide off his shaft, mouth leaving with a pop, and a small whine.
he reaches down, grasping your hair, pulling you up onto your knees, back pressed to his chest, head falling to his shoulder. it was too heavy for you to hold up anyway.Â
niallâs arms wrap themselves around you, tucking his face against your shoulder, holding you tightly to him, hands grasping your breasts, your hips, your arms, unable to get enough of you, taking a moment to drink you in. he takes a big breath in your neck, leaving a series of pecks, eyes flicking over to meet louisâ, âcâmere.â
and louis can see it in his eyes, sees that the scene is about to come to an end, something heâs always cued from niall, something he just seems to know, always. so louis slides himself under the two of you, his cock so painfully hard, standing tall right below your entrance, hands falling onto your thighs, silently letting you know that heâs right there too.
one of your hands leaves itâs grip in niallâs arm, falling to grip onto louisâ hand. when louisâ eyes flick to your entwined fingers, he swears he can almost see your tummy jumping softly in time with niallâs thrusts.Â
with your hand in his, he slides over to that spot on your lower abdomen, his palm pressed to the back of your hand, and you could both feel it, feel the steady bomp, bomp, bomp of niallâs cock. it sent your mind reeling even more, something so fucking intimate about feeling someone inside you like that.
âfuck, fuck,â niall groans loudly, feeling your cunt squeeze down on him, orgasm rippling through you, the grip on him bringing on his own high quickly. too quickly. niall was not ready. he pulls you off of his prick, mid-high, pussy spasming around nothing, strong gush leaving your centre.
just as quickly as youâre pulled off of niallâs cock, you were being seated on louisâ, a loud groan leaving him, your still cumming cunt sucking him in, constricting around him tightly. the move makes you fall forward, hands landing on either side of louisâ head, forehead dipped to his, panting against his mouth, jaw slacked open, still trembling from your high without any time to recover.
niallâs panting, holding off his high, hand delicately falling on your back, âcolour, pet,â he whispers, his other hand against louisâ thigh, silent warning not to move yet. no matter how hard it may be. and then, there it was, the hushed breath, âgreen.â
louisâ hips instantly buck into you, feet planted on the mattress, hips picking up right where niall had left off, a blinding pace, something that louis was silently grateful for. the slowness he was searching for, however many hours ago, had been long satiated.Â
the harsh pace, switched up angle of louis being below you, you could feel the warmth spreading from your belly to your extremities, prickling, tingly heat, and for a moment, youâre not even sure your last orgasm even really finished as this one starts to come on.
a drawn-out groan from louis, tightening grip of his fingertips into your hip, was all niall needed to know that you were cumming again, wailing mewl leaving the both of you as he pulls you off of louisâ cock, too fast for louis to quite get where he wanted to be, feet kicking out in frustration. a long spurt of liquid gushed from you again, barely having time to finish before niallâs cock glides right into you, sharp gasp coming from niallâs lungs.
he grips you from your throat, lifting you up to rest against him again, niall a panting mess against your shoulder. he reaches over your hip, lining up louisâ cock with your entrance, alongside his, âcolour,â he sighs, trying to catch his breath, trying to hold himself back, but fuck your cunt was absolutely screaming at him, squeezing him, sucking on him. fuck.
âgreen.â
louis bucks up immediately, your cunt so fucking soaked, he had no issues sliding right in, stuffed deep alongside niall, all three of you with your jaws slackened, panting, mewling, gasping, whining, fuck no one was really sure anymore. and then when niallâs hand tightens around your throat, your pussy clenches hard, a sob leaving your lips as you tremble through another orgasm, constant stream of clear liquid leaving you, milking their orgasms with the squeezing of your centre.
niallâs hold on you tightens as he comes down from his high, pecking delicately over your shoulder, murmuring loud enough for louis to head, âweâre gonna pull out, petal. get you cozy, perfect girl.â
and you assume they do just that, as by the time that you float back to proper consciousness, you were sandwiched between them, their hands gently stroking your skin, both taking turns telling you how perfect you are, how much they love you, how happy they are with all of you here together. it was sweet, it was soft, it was filled with kisses and sweet licks. you could feel the warmth of the day lulling you back, the sunlight having shifted long ago from the early morning glow, to the mid morning brightness.Â
you take a deep breath, eyes fluttering open, niall smiling up at you, noting the telltale puff of air, âhello beautiful,â he murmurs quietly, not wanting to startle you. heâs met with a beautifully soft, content smile, and a ruffle of his hair. louis smiling at you as well, offering a small, lingering kiss to the underside of your jaw.Â
with your return to the real world, the promise that you were okay, comfortably placed between them, the sleepiness returns quickly, adrenaline of the moment having worn off. nobodyâs sure who it was that nodded off first, but the gentle rubs were dwindling down to nothing, all of your limbs touching in some way, tangled together, in a soothing pile on niallâs bed, louis breathing out quietly, âmâdefinitely gonna get used to this.â
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âno idea what you were missing on bus one, mate,â louis laughs, his breath hitting niallâs prick, making a shiver run through him.
niall huffs quietly, letting his head fall back, letting himself get lost in the feel of both of you again. the scene in front of him was like one from a dream. the best fucking dream heâs ever had. itâs an image heâd never get tired of, that he knows for sure. his prick standing tall, tongues fighting for a chance to stroke him impossibly harder, mouths falling onto him, sucking his cock down. he was in heaven, he was sure of it. heâd never felt better, more satiated, more powerful, more blessed.
hell, there was even something about just watching the two of you, the connection you both seemed to have, the little glances youâd steal, the way your tongues would mend together whenever the opportunity arises.
even the moments where you and louis would get a little too lost in each other, tongues too busy stroking over one another, sucking on each other, had niall in a chokehold. it made his heart burst in ways he could never explain.
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âno idea what you were missing on bus one, mate,â louis laughs, his breath hitting niallâs prick, making a shiver run through him.
niall huffs quietly, letting his head fall back, letting himself get lost in the feel of both of you again. the scene in front of him was like one from a dream. the best fucking dream heâs ever had. itâs an image heâd never get tired of, that he knows for sure. his prick standing tall, tongues fighting for a chance to stroke him impossibly harder, mouths falling onto him, sucking his cock down. he was in heaven, he was sure of it. heâd never felt better, more satiated, more powerful, more blessed.
hell, there was even something about just watching the two of you, the connection you both seemed to have, the little glances youâd steal, the way your tongues would mend together whenever the opportunity arises.
even the moments where you and louis would get a little too lost in each other, tongues too busy stroking over one another, sucking on each other, had niall in a chokehold. it made his heart burst in ways he could never explain.
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Our Place*
Summary: An extra for 404*
The one where Harry invites you back to his apartment for the first time and it doesn't go as planned.
Word Count: 1.7k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, breeding kink, angst (happy ending), use of a safe word
Harryâs apartment is nicer than you expected.Â
The furniture is cozy, the dĂŠcor is unique, and his bedroom is well kept. He even has fresh flowers on his kitchen table.Â
It surprised you, even though it shouldnât. Harry doesnât seem like a dirty guy, but truthfully, you were still shocked to find he had both sheets on his bed and no clothes on the ground.
You take in the tiny details of his life as he kisses down your neck and slips his fingers into your jeans. Heâd wrangled you onto the bed only seconds after you walked through the door. He didnât want to give you a tour of the whole apartment. Just the bedroom. Which you were more than all right with.Â
Heâs oddly desperate, given the circumstances. Maybe he always is, but tonight feels different. Tonight feelsâŚhopeful.
âShit, Tink,â he groans into your ear when he feels how wet youâve become. âSâthis just because you rode my bike?â
You gently swat the back of his head. âStop it.â
âWhat?â He noses under your jaw. âFelt you squirming back there, Princess. Did you really think I wouldnât notice how you were trying to get yourself off to the vibrations?â
You wince. You didnât even realize youâd been doing it. âI was not, I was justâŚthe adrenaline was a lotââ
âUh-huh.â He laughs and something about it sounds like honey. âSâfine, baby. You know I donât mind.â
âWellâŚI wasnâtââ
âSure. Can I fuck you now?â
You huff. âThatâs why Iâm here.â
He rips your jeans down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder and somewhere onto the floor. The warm air feels good and itâs then that you realize heâs right. Youâre soaked, all the way through your panties.
But instead of taunting you further, he only tugs them aside and pulls his cock out.Â
âI thinkâŚâ he murmurs as he lines himself up, ââŚitâs high time I got you pregnant.â
Your mouth falls open in a moan as he drops a glob of spit onto your clit and pushes in. Â
Youâve noticed that his breeding kink makes an appearance more often than not these days. Which you arenât exactly complaining about. After all, you have one, too. Mostly thanks to him.
But it surprises you all the same as he starts to work himself in and out of your tight cunt, whispering the filthiest promises.Â
âThink I wonât do it, hm? I will. Swell this pretty belly with my cum. Sâwhat it was made for, wasnât it? To take me. Have my babies. Gonna stretch you so prettyâŚget your tits leaking. Youâll let me have a taste, wonât you, Princess?â
You try to respond but how can you? You feel as though youâve been fucked dumb. Unable to hear anything past the pounding of blood in your ears.
His glasses start to slip down his nose. He almost always takes them offâtheyâre mostly for reading anyway. But you like the look of them. Like how studious it makes him seem...how scandalous.
So, you nudge them back up. Desperate to see him exactly the way he always is.
He smirks. âYou all right there, Tink?â
You nod weakly. âYesâŚyeah. Mâfine.â
âThinking about what I said?â He kisses down your chest. âThinking about calling me Daddy for real? Having our babies?"
Our. A word you didnât think belonged to you. Because Harry doesnât belong to you. And you donât belong to him. Youâre two separate people. Even when you fuck, heâs in his world and youâre in yours. You werenât meant to be an âour.â
You chalk this up to a slip of the tongue. Something you say when you're threatening to breed someone. And you choose not to give it any power. Because you know what happens if you do.
The fucking gets harder. Faster. Heâs chasing a high. In fact, he's been chasing it since earlier in the bar when he saw you with another man. And you know heâs trying to hold off for you, but he wants to cum. He wants to paint your belly with his seed and fuck it back in. Wants to make good on his word even if he shouldnât.
Your nails scratch down his back, damp and covered in sweat. But his muscles feel good in your hands and you whimper as you hike a leg over his hip and bury him in your pussy.
In your lust-filled haze, your attention drifts. Head rolling to the side as you focus on the soft grunts in your ear.Â
But then, your eyes find something on his dresser.
Your heart stops.
In fact, everything stops. Your breathing, your noises, your gentle rolls to meet his thrusts.
It all stops. And you whisper, âRed.â
He quickly falls still. A rather impressive feat given how anxious he is to find release. From 100 to 0 in only seconds, and you almost feel guilty as you sense him glance at you.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks through labored inhales. âWhatâŚwhat happened, what do you want me to do?â
But you donât look back. You keep your focus on the piece of furniture in the corner of his room and you will yourself not to cry.
Eventually, he looks, too. And when he realizes, the air in the room shifts.
He lets out a soft sigh and drops his hand to your hip. Squeezing it once. âTinkâŚâ
You say nothing. Tears are pooling behind your lashes and your chest feels tight.Â
âTink,â he tries again, firm. His grip tightens on your waist. âTinkerbellâ"
âSheâs beautiful,â you breathe. You take in a soft gasp. âOh, my god, Harry, sheâsâŚsheâs so beautiful.â
Heâs quiet for only a moment. âYeah. She was,â he agrees gently.
You canât take your eyes away from the picture frame. The guilt is so much worse now than it was before. Your heart is in your throat, in your ears, lying on the floor next to your jeans.Â
You shouldnât be here. You shouldnât be here. In his bedâtheir bedâfucking the man she died loving. While he promises to get you pregnant and give you his babies.
And how is he so calm? How the fuck is he looking at her picture while still inside of you instead of screaming at you to leave his apartment? How can he be okay with cheating on her with you?
âPrincess,â he says again, and grabs onto your jaw to force your focus back to him. âTalk to me, what do you want me to do?â
Your lashes flutter. âWhat?â
âYou said red,â he reminds you. âWhich means we stop. But I need to know if youâre in pain or if I can pull out?â
It takes a moment for you to blink the fog from your mind and understand. But when you do, your stomach wrenches. âIâŚwait, shit, IâŚI want you to finish, I justâŚI saw her photo, andââ
âI know,â he interrupts softly. He gives you a gentle smile. âYeah, I know. Iâve been there. But red means stop. And weâre gonna honor that. No matter why you said it.â
You whimper. âHarry, waitââ
âIâm gonna pull out,â he says, ignoring your plea. âAnd then weâre gonna talkââ
âHarryâŚHarry come on, you canâtââ
But he does. Even though he winces as slips himself out, teeth gritting together to keep from coming.Â
But once heâs out, he delicately closes your legs, and sits beside you. âOkay,â he begins. He keeps your eyes on him. âWhatâs going on up there?âÂ
He nods at your forehead and you want to cry. âNothing, I justâŚIâŚâ
âYouâve never seen her before.â
You shake your head. âI donât think so.â
âAnd you werenât expecting to see her now,â he says for you. âEspecially when we were fucking.â
You sniffle. âIt felt like we were cheating. Like I was helping you hurt her. And thenâŚand then I got worried that maybe you only brought me back here so you could pretend I was her. You know? With all the stuff aboutâŚabout babiesâŚand us, andâŚandââ
âOkay, breathe,â he instructs. He cups your cheek and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. âBreathe, Tink. Slow.â
Forced to obey, you suck in shallow gasps for air until your heart rate slows and your head doesnât feel so dizzy.
Pleased, he says, âI know youâre not her, Tink. I donât want you to be.â
Your expression softens.
âI brought you here because youâre the only person I want to see in the place she once lived,â he continues. His voice is strong. Steady. Like heâs given this far more thought than you anticipated. âAfter she died, I left it the same. I didnât touch anything. Not the furniture she picked out. Not the dumb, cute little bowls she insisted we buy. Not the coffee pot that doesnât work but she loved because she swore it made her coffee taste better. None of it.â
The tears fall down your cheeks, fast and without mercy.Â
âI didnât invite people over because I wanted to pretend she still lived here,â he tells you. âI wanted it to still be our place. Not just mine. And the thought of bringing someone else back here feltâŚwrong.â
You grab onto his wrist to keep his hand close and he smiles.Â
âAnd then you,â he murmurs, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against yours. A display of affection youâd never expect from him. âAnd yeah, youâre annoying, and I hate you. But she would have fucking loved you.â
You nearly sob.Â
âI want you here,â he says. âI want to talk about getting you pregnant and having our babies. I want to fuck you on this bed and I want to make you cry for a very different reason.â
You laugh through the tears.
âLook, I donât believe in guardian angels and an afterlife and all that shit,â he admits. âBut sometimes, I swear she sent you to me. And yeah, I probably should have moved the picture first. That was my fault, I havenât had anyone in here in a while. ButâŚyouâre not her, Tink. Youâre you. And thatâs exactly who I want you to be.â
You canât stop the next wave of emotion as you sling your arms around his neck and pull him close. He chuckles in your embrace but doesnât fight you. He holds you, too. For as long as you both need.
âI hate you, too,â you finally whisper.
He smiles.
âHarry?â
âMm?â
ââŚcan we please finish now?â
He leans back to see you. âAre you sure?â
âVery.â You kiss him. âAfter all, you promised to get me pregnant. And I canât leave until you do, Daddy."
The groan against your lips is delicious and devious.
And itâs everything youâve ever wanted.
âAs you wish.â
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I know you just postedâŚ.. but when may we be getting EVEN JUST A CRUMB of âLPGTMâ i need it for my sanity đđž but iâm patiently waiting for when it comes đ
đđ iâd love to give you a snippet but i havenât started officially writing it yet, itâs still just sitting in my brain !
BUT i can say âŚ. the next chapter starts a few hours after the extra ! thereâs some very very intense louis moments, some very very intense niall moments, some together exploration moments đ itâs turning me into goo just thinking about it đ
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I know you just postedâŚ.. but when may we be getting EVEN JUST A CRUMB of âLPGTMâ i need it for my sanity đđž but iâm patiently waiting for when it comes đ
đđ iâd love to give you a snippet but i havenât started officially writing it yet, itâs still just sitting in my brain !
BUT i can say âŚ. the next chapter starts a few hours after the extra ! thereâs some very very intense louis moments, some very very intense niall moments, some together exploration moments đ itâs turning me into goo just thinking about it đ
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obsessed
summary: harry is your roommate, best friend ⌠and crush đ heâs finally broken up with his girlfriend and youâre struggling to hide how you feel about him. loosely based on the song!!
warnings: none! fluffy fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst, mentions nudity
wordcount: 2.7k
a/n: i am a loud & proud olivia rodrigo stan sooo naturally i had to write something. itâs silly and cheesy and short! but i hope you enjoy!!
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âGuess who I saw today?â
âWho?â You didnât even need to look up from your book to know Harry was about to throw himself down on the end of your bed, his coat and shoes still on. Every time you got home before him heâd bound into your room like a little labrador, too excited to see you to even drop his stuff down first.
âNo, you have to guess.â
âCouldâve been anyone, H,â you told him, feigning reluctance as you closed your book and looked up at him. The second you heard his key rattling in the door youâd wait for the sound of your door bursting open, the butterflies in your stomach coming to life. But youâd never let him know that, so every day youâd pretend it was an annoyance to have him perched at your feet.
âThink of someone you really donât like,â he persisted, a toothy grin nestled between his dimpled cheeks.
âLiterally could be anyone.â
âCome on! Blonde hair, tall, prettyâŚâ
Of fucking course. His stupid, evil, awful ex girlfriend. And naturally, the only way you could react to hearing about her was to reach over and shove him before crossing your arms over your chest. âOw! What was that for?â Harry laughed, rubbing at his upper arm.
âI was having such a nice day. And then you have to come in and mention that.â It was massively childish, but you couldnât help but feel violent every time you heard about her. She was fine for the most part, maybe a little too conceited for your taste, but sheâd made Harry happy. But youâd watched from the outside as Harry went through relationships, and he always morphed into whatever version of himself he thought the girl would prefer. He stopped being your Harry, and your friendship would suffer for it. But you couldnât say anything, could never treat his girlfriends with anything but a polite smile and quick conversation, unless you wanted to out yourself as a jealous little girl. And you definitely didnât want to do that.
This time, however, the ability to hate her had been handed to you on a silver platter when she decided to go home with one of Harryâs friends on a night out. You were his shoulder to cry on, the one to make him smile again after days of moping around. So you had full permission to hate her, and you were relishing in it - as much as you could while still tiptoeing around Harryâs aching heart.
âShe wants to meet for a coffee this week,â he told you, scrunching his eyes tight as he waited for another shove. When nothing came, he squinted over to see you rubbing at your temples. âAre you gonna?â you asked, brows furrowed as you imagined the two of them back together.
âAm I allowed?â Harry teased, turning round to lay on top of you, his face only inches from yours. âYouâre a grown man, H. Couldnât stop you even if I wanted to,â you told him, your voice void of any emotion.
âDunno if itâs a good idea. She might find me too irresistible and then Iâll have to deal with that,â he grinned, not noticing the change in your face. You looked down as you felt your lip start to quiver, too proud to show how your heart sank. âI need to shower, H. Dinner after?â you asked, slipping out from under him and dragging your heavy limbs towards the door. He looked over at you with round, questioning eyes, only to be met by silence and a weak smile as you headed for the bathroom.
You barely got the door shut behind you before the tears came, hot and heavy drops rolling down your cheeks. You knew you couldnât have Harry, but every minute spent with him had your heart breaking over and over again. Every little cuddle, every touch, lit you up with a fire that burned to the bones. But then youâd see the way he acts with a girlfriend, the way he loved someone, and all those moments you shared seemed silly and infantile. He was your best friend, nothing more and nothing less.
You sank to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as the sobs wracked your body. Youâd tried so hard to push away the feelings, to convince yourself that you were just confused and overwhelmed. Heâs a friend, heâs a friend, heâs a friend, echoing around your mind. But deep down, you knew that no one could ever compare to Harry. He was yours, the only one to ever steal a piece of your heart.
âY/n? Mâcoming in.â You froze as Harryâs voice came from the other side of the door, clamping a hand over your mouth to hold the sobs in. âIâm naked,â you called out, scrambling to your feet and wiping away your tears with your sleeve. But he opened the door anyway, stopping in the doorway when he saw your tear-stained face. âDidnât even turn the shower on yet,â he muttered, glancing over at it.
âWhyâre you crying?â
âMânot,â you whispered, choking out a giant sob as you turned your face away from Harry, sinking down onto the edge of the bath.
âQuite clearly are. Move,â he ordered, swatting you away before reaching to turn on the taps.
âWhat are you-â
âIf youâre sad, Iâm sad. And I like having a bath when Iâm sad,â Harry shrugged, turning around to grab one of your bath bombs.
âI was gonna shower, you canât-â, between the sobs, your confusion and the need for Harry not to know why you were crying, you could barely string a sentence together.
And when Harry pulled off his t-shirt, you were even more lost for words, left with your mouth gaping and only air coming out. âJoining me?â he asked, tipping too much bubble bath into the steamy water - something youâd have to scold him for later.
âIâm not getting in with you,â you told him, once youâd finally got a grip on your brain.
âJust get under the bubbles. And you can close your eyes when I get in.â
âNo way.â You hugged your arms over your chest, drawing your swollen bottom lip into your mouth as you watched a shirtless Harry mix the bubble bath into the water. The way his muscles flexed, the tattoos littered across his tanned, slender frame. His skin always looked perfect, not Barbie doll smooth but irresistibly soft. Your fingers took on a mind of their own, slowly reaching out to touch him before he turned around with a smug grin. âFine, go away then while I have my nice relaxing bath.â
âI want a bath,â you whispered, barely audible over the running water splashing into the tub. âWhat was that, angel?â Harry grinned, moving his towel onto the toilet seat. âI want a bath,â you told him, louder now, a tiny smile dancing on your lips.
Harry grabbed a hold of one of your hands, tugging you closer to the bathtub. He turned you around before pulling your t-shirt over your head, leaving you in just your little pyjama shorts. Just the brush of his fingertips against your bare torso sent chills down your spine. âMânot looking. Tell me when youâre in,â Harry told you, dropping your t-shirt to his feet.
You pushed your pyjama shorts and panties down your legs, checking behind you to see if Harry really wasnât watching. True to his word, he had his eyes scrunched tight and his hand clenched over them. Youâd seen each other in bathing suits and underwear so many times before, but being naked in the same room as Harry felt beyond weird. Youâd never been overly shy about your body, especially with someone who made you feel as pretty and as comfortable as Harry did, but this would add a whole new layer to your friendship - and you didnât know if youâd survive it. Still, you sunk into the bathtub and pulled the mass of bubbles to your end, trying to keep your breasts under the water before you told Harry he can look. âItâs really hard to make bubbles stay put, H,â you told him, screwing up your face as you tried to hold them steady.
He was laughing as he pulled his trousers and socks off, great big guffaws tumbling out every time the bubbles tried to escape your grip. âWant me to turn the lights down a bit? Then itâs harder to see,â he shrugged, nodding towards the light switch. You nodded, grateful that he cared enough to make sure you were 100% comfortable. It was one of the things that first drew you to Harry, and definitely what you valued most about him. He was always so kind, always caring, so willing to put anyoneâs needs above his own - and thatâs why relationships always changed him.
âClose your eyes then,â he said, mockingly holding two hands in front of his bulge. You rolled your eyes, finally starting to lighten up as the hot water washed over you. When Harry reached out to swat at your nose, you closed your eyes tight. You felt him stepping into the bathtub after a minute, his long legs slotting down your left-hand side.
âHi,â he smiled when you opened your eyes. âGonna tell me what upset you now?â
âItâs really not a big deal,â you told him, your voice small.
âIt is if it made you that upset,â Harry countered, placing a gentle hand on your calf, his thumb rubbing against the soft skin.
You paused for a moment, trying to think of what you wanted to say and how to say it. âIt just- she doesnât deserve you, H. Anyone who hurts you like that doesnât deserve any of your time and respect.â Your eyes dropped to the water as you spoke, your body frozen. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but as soon as he did, you needed to say more. âYou were really sad, Harry. It sucked for you and it sucked for me too because I donât like seeing you like that. Iâll always be there for you, you know that, but I canât just sit and wait for her to hurt you like that again. Not when you know sheâs capable of it.â
You watched the smaller bubbles popping one by one by one, suddenly anxious in the silence that followed your speech. You hated going against Harry, putting your two cents into something that really didnât concern you, but sometimes he needed to hear it.
âI know,â he replied finally. âBut do you think that because you donât like her?â
âHarry, no! I donât like her because she did that to you.â
âYou were never her biggest fan,â he shrugged, his brows knitted when you finally pulled your eyes up to meet his.
âShe changed you, H. You were different with her, less you. Everything is so surface level with her, itâs looks and Instagram likes and whoâs got trouble with who. Thereâs no substance, nothing deeper.â
Harryâs thumb halted as he shook his head, his jaw clenching slightly. âIt doesnât always have to be deeper,â he sighed, rubbing at his chin with his free hand.
âI know itâs not my place but you need someone who brings out the best in you, you need-â
A bitter laugh from Harry stopped you in your tracks, your mouth snapping closed as a chuckle slipped out of his. He met your questioning gaze with a tiny smirk. âShe always used to say you were jealous of her.â
You could feel the tears collect on your bottom eyelashes again as he said it, the words stinging like barbed wire sinking into your skin. How could you even respond? âHarry-â was all you could manage before your mouth ran dry.
âI donât wanna fight with you, y/n,â he told you, his voice soft as he reached out for your hand. âCome here,â he whispered, tugging at your fingertips. âIâm- we-â you started, gesturing between your bare bodies with your free hand, eyes practically bulging out of your head. âDoesnât matter,â Harry said, motioning for you to turn around.
Somewhat reluctantly, you did, leaning back into his body until your back hit your chest. You were exposed in every sense, your chest sitting just above the waterline and your heart on your sleeve. Harry wrapped an arm around your torso, his delicate touch careful not to go anywhere it shouldnât.
âTruth is I probably need someone like you. Only one to make me happy on a shitty day, only one who gives me any effort,â he murmured, his voice so low that if he wasnât speaking directly into your ear, you wouldnât have heard him. Your heart quickened as he spoke, your pulse pounding against your inner wrists. âIâm not- I donât have anything that she-â you choked out.
âSâa good thing, no?â Harry asked, turning his head just slightly until his lips brushed tentatively against your earlobe. âNo, Harry. You need more, you need-â
âYou,â he finished for you. âJust say the word and Iâm yours, angel.â
It was like someone had handed you everything you ever wanted on a silver platter, all you had to do was reach out and take it. But it wasnât that easy. If anything went south, you risked losing Harry forever. You shuffled back out of his grip, turning to sit in front of him, perched on your knees. You couldnât even bring yourself to care about him seeing your body, your words willing themselves from your lips. âIf anything went wrong Harry, I donât want to lose you,â you whispered, blinking to keep the tears at bay.
âWhat would go wrong? We know we get along, we have the same traits and the same values. Weâre already doing life together,â he reached out a hand to cup your cheek as he spoke, his eyes laced with nothing but earnestness.
âI donât want to be your consolation prize.â
âNever. Never ever, I swear. I thought about it for a while but it never really clicked until now.â
You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as Harry spoke, desperately needing to figure out if it was all a dream. The sensation of his touch, the sound of his voice, the gentle heat of the water â it all felt too real to be a dream. But a part of you couldn't shake the feeling that this moment was too perfect, too surreal to be true. You hesitated, unsure if you should dare to believe in the fairytale unfolding between the two of you.
As if he could see the cogs turning in your head, Harry dropped his hand from your cheek, entwining your fingers in yours instead. He squeezed lightly, the corners of his lips turning up into a little smile. "I'm here, y/n," he whispered. "This is real, promise." His words were a lifeline in the sea of doubt that threatened to consume you. Even if it was a dream, it was a dream you never wanted to wake up from.
âItâs all I ever wanted,â you confessed, allowing yourself to give into the fantasy for at least a little while. You fought the urge to search for the hidden cameras, check the date to make sure it wasnât an April Fools prank. Harry was a goof, but you were a thousand percent sure he wouldnât play with your feelings like that.
âJust say the word,â he repeated, his husky voice laced with sincerity and longing.
âI want this,â you whispered, clutching onto Harryâs hand as if you could fall off the Earth at any minute. His face erupted into a grin so cheesy that you couldnât help but mirror it, eyes locked onto his as he closed the distance between the two of you.
Harryâs lips met yours softly, as if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you melted into him, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs by the urgency and desire behind his soft movements. He pulled away after a minute, his forehead pressed to yours as he searched your eyes for any sign that you wanted to stop. Although all Harry was met with was a sparkle in your gaze, and a further few pecks landing on his lips. âShouldâve done this a long time ago,â he murmured against your mouth, his hands splaying across your back. âShouldâve done it before you got me naked,â you teased, succumbing once again to his kiss.
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