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justmeinatree · 6 months

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02 - Together, We’re The Greatest

Summary : part 2 to Let Passion Get Too Much … niall x louis x reader threesome

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TW : smut, double penetration, creampie, honestly it’s fkn filthy.

Word Count : 5.5k

“louis !” niall smiles, speaking a bit too loudly, even with the thumping of the music, obviously a good amount of alcohol flowing through his veins. he pats his friend on the shoulder, pulling him close.

“niall !” louis chuckles, screaming too loudly, on purpose to imitate his drunk friend, not having drank quite as much, as he’d gotten to the party a bit late.

“c’mere,” niall hums, nodding towards the back door, and leading him outside, effectively shutting out the booming bass and the rambunctious crowd that had taken over his living room. “haven’t seen ya much tonight, wanted to talk to you though.”

“yeah ?” he laughs, watching the buzz course through his friend, lighting a cigarette as they’re now outside, “what’s up nialler ?”

“think you might want to stay a bit later than everyone else ?” he asks, the fog in his brain making it seem obvious to himself as to what he was asking.

“now why am i getting roped into clean up duty ? know i’m the fuckin worst at it. why don’t you ask-“

“no, no,” niall’s quick to shake his head. “y/n’s been dropping hints for her birthday present, and, well, think she’d fuckin kill me if i didn’t at least ask,” he mumbles, locking eyes with louis, “would you, maybe, want to spend another night with us ?”

louis’ eyes grow wide, taking a good hearty puff from his smoke, gnawing on his lip for a moment, thinking it over, before blowing out.

obviously he was well aware that niall wasn’t asking for louis to spend the night just hanging out, eventually crashing somewhere cozy, or more often than not, not quite cozy, from pure exhaustion.

no, this time, he was clearly asking about sex, referring to the time, 7 months ago now, when he thought he’d forgotten his smokes and barged in on his friends’ late night activities.

as he puffs away at his cigarette, his brain starts reeling with images of that trusty time. how fucking tight you were taking both of them, such a fuckin good girl for doing so. christ, he even remembers how good niall’s tongue made him feel.

niall plucks the smoke from louis’ fingers, taking a drag himself, louis’ brain flicking back to reality, and to the question at hand.

“can see you thinking over there,” niall hums around a puff of smoke. “dont have to if you dont want to. s’just a question, yeah ? i can always say i forgot to ask you, or i can come up-“

“fuckin hell you’re chatty when you’re drunk,” louis laughs, shaking his head. “was so good last time. plus, i can’t live with myself if i disappoint the birthday girl,” he adds, chuckling.

niall giggles, biting his lip, “it did feel good. think y/n and i both, didn’t shut up about it for weeks.”

louis feels a light blush work its way up his neck to the apples of his cheeks, eyes growing wide, “s’that so ?”

“mhmm,” niall nods, obviously saying more than he probably would care to admit if he was sober. thankfully, louis is his most easy going friend, most relaxed of the bunch, not here to judge him, more curious about his friend’s thoughts. “i dont know what it was really, but seeing her take us both, how much more intense it is when there’s more bodies and more hands,” niall rambles on, “felt so fuckin good. dont remember the last time i’d felt so fucked out. s’usually a her thing. i dont know, guess you helped me let go a bit.”

“christ niall, didn’t think you’d felt so strongly about it” louis chuckles embarrassingly, a slight tease to his tone, knowing niall can take it and won’t misread into it. but it does make the blush deepen on his features, deciding to let niall in on his thoughts as well. “was good wasn’t it ? love that you dont over think it. you just go with it, fuckin dirty lad, you.”

they both laugh, niall’s turn to blush a deep crimson, louis’ arm swinging over his shoulders, pulling niall into him, giving his hair a ruffle, “m’not judging, fuckin loved it mate. c’mon, lets go back in.”

as they both trudge back into the house, the loud music hitting their ears again, you finally spot them, making your way over, wrapping your arms around louis’ neck, “you were late !” you pout playfully.

“m’sure i can find a way to make it up to you, love,” louis chuckles, arms winding their way around your waist, holding you tight. and for a moment, a drunken minded moment, you tuck your face into his neck, groaning softly as your senses are invaded with louis, louis, louis.

obviously you’d seen him tons since that trusty night half a year ago, but with your senses inebriated, you felt yourself tingle. felt yourself fall into him, your body already worked up, the prospect of tonight’s activities at the forefront of your imagination. as easy as it usually was to keep your want towards him at bay, 7 months was a long time, and you’re struggling to keep up your composure. especially with the coursing of the alcohol through your bloodstream.

his eyes shut upon hearing your groan, hands gripping into your waist, squeezing hard, niall piping up at the scene, “alright, alright. ya gotta hold it together for a while longer. can’t let everyone see this.”

“he’s right, love,” louis hums against your ear, his warm breath causing a shiver to run down your spine. as he slowly pulls away from you, smiling, “m’gonna get myself a drink, catch up with you a bit. feeling a bit too sober,” he laughs.

you turn to niall as louis walks off, smiling wide, “you talked to him then,” you hum excitedly, your arms finding their familiar spot around his neck.

“yeah, i did,” he smiles wide, pressing his lips to yours, “think he wants this as bad as we do.”

“we ?” you ask, biting your lip with a knowing smirk. although niall couldn’t stop talking about it last time, he never straight up said that he liked it or that he’d do it again. but you’d known niall long enough to be fairly certain that both were true, no matter how hard he avoided the words per say.

you watch niall’s cheeks turn bright pink, eyes widening, as he stuffs his face against your shoulder, groaning loudly. maybe louis was right, he is chatty when he’s drunk. and he admits way more than he’d like to. it elicits a laugh from you, patting his head, “dont be ashamed. love that we can do this together. that all of us can enjoy it just as much.”

you can feel niall nodding against your neck, trailing kisses up to your jaw and cheeks, playfully leaving pecks all over your skin in a silent thank you for being the best he could have ever asked for.

the rest of the evening went by in a flash, except for the times that it didn’t. there were moments, the kind where you’d end up pressed between niall and louis on the makeshift dance floor in the living room, both of their hands shamelessly wandering over your body, both of their hips grinding against you. niall’s lips on your neck, louis’ eyes locked with yours, unable to make the move he so desperately wants to make. the tension growing in all your bellies. those are the moments where you wish the evening would end, and you could continue the scene without any wandering eyes.

and as soon as the last person was finally shuffled through the threshold, door shut and locked, you turn your body to face louis, your hands gripped into his shirt, by his collarbones, your entire being rolled into his own, as you press your mouths together. you’d been craving a taste of him all night, and although niall’s constant kisses satiated your needs, you were craving the one you couldn’t have. at least until now.

at first, louis lets out a little yelp in surprise, not expecting you to jump him so soon. his hands grip into your flesh, one onto your arm, the other slipped under your shirt to feel your hip, steadying you. he quickly looses himself into you, into the kiss, his tongue slipping out to stroke over the plushness of your bottom lip, before gently biting into it.

you whimper, your hips instinctively rolling into his, your centre already dripping, clit aching for some form of friction.

louis presses his stiffening prick against you, both hands slipping to your ass, holding you tightly against him, chasing some relief of his own, “forgot how feisty you are, christ.”

“been teasing me all night,” you whine softly, pouting up at louis, feeling niall’s hands gently land on your hips, thumbs stroking your skin. “both of you have.”

“irresistible, you,” niall coos quietly, sucking little kisses into your neck, pressing himself against your ass, louis’ hands pinned between your bodies.

“really are,” louis hums, nipping at your bottom lip playfully, his nails digging into your ass, knuckles pressed back, pushing against niall’s cock, smirking at him, “lucky lad aren’t you nialler ?”

“mhmm, the luckiest,” he agrees, his nails digging small crescent shapes into your soft skin, little twinges of pain shooting through you, as niall locks eyes with louis, giving him a playful look, both of them clearly letting the booze from earlier soothe any nerves, and sideline any reservations.

“can’t believe you’re sharing her with me,” louis chuckles, his clothed cock rolling against your body, pressing you back tighter to niall, a series of mixed moans and panting breaths echoing through the now empty living room.

“she takes us both so well,” niall groans, “love being able to do this with you. both of you,” he adds, finally acknowledging your presence.

you whimper loudly, wiggling your body, wanting to feel them so badly. hearing them talk about you, as if you weren’t there, pushing you to your breaking point. you really couldn’t wait any longer. your body was literally trembling for any sort of relief, “please, fuck, please.”

“hmm, my sweet girl. it depends, yeah ? are you still being good for me ?” niall coos, pushing himself against your ass again.

you quickly nod, leaning your head back against niall’s shoulder, looking up at him, “been good. been good all night.”

louis furrows his eyebrows, watching the exchange before him, “what m’i missing ?”

“show him, pet,” niall smirks, patting your hip, as he steps away, giving you the space to pull away from louis. niall makes his way over to the couch, taking a seat and beckoning you over, “c’mere.”

you smile wide at louis, a playful glint in your eye that doesn’t go unnoticed to him, sauntering over to niall, standing between his thighs, facing him.

niall works over the button and zip of your jeans, eyes flicked up at you as he goes, speaking over you to louis, “we were hoping you’d join us tonight. didn’t want to waste any time, so we got a little head start.”

and well that, that doesn’t really clear anything up for louis. that is until niall finally has your pants worked down, and until your knee rests on the couch next to niall’s thigh, and you’re leaning over to kiss him, hands braced on the back of the sofa. with your ass up towards louis, niall reaches over to pull your thong to the side, exposing a heart shaped gem, nestled between your cheeks, attached to what louis can only assume is a pretty pink plug sitting deep inside you. and based on the conversation he was just privy to, it has been for the entirety of the evening.

for a moment, louis’ head spins, fingers reaching out instinctively to touch the glistening gem, his eyes locked on your ass, cheeks spread just for him to see. he presses softly against the heart, hearing your muffled whimper as your lips are suctioned to niall’s.

“fuckin hell you guys,” louis groans, pressing harder on the plug. “s’this why you kept grinding on her earlier ?” he asks niall, before turning his attention to you, adding, “christ, did it feel good, love ? liked having niall press on your pretty plug ? everyone around, watching the birthday girl, and you’re getting off in the middle of the dance floor. bet your cunt is fuckin soaked because of it, innit ?”

you whine, heat shooting through your spine, landing right in your centre, fingertips digging into niall’s shoulders, as your jaw goes slack. you can feel yourself clenching, the plug getting nestled deeper inside you with every press of louis’ fingers, your pussy begging for attention, arousal dripping down onto niall’s clothed thigh.

“she’s fuckin dripping mate,” niall breathes, his eyes locked between the both of you, watching your body trembling, watching the desperation seeping out of you, watching the drip, drip, drip, of your cunt.

“gonna let me taste, darling ?” louis coos, looking up at niall, confirming that he’s okay with it as well, “missed out last time yeah ? bet your cunt tastes so fuckin sweet.”

“please, please, fuck,” you whimper, nodding quickly, turning yourself around, sitting back against niall’s lap, spreading your legs, in a desperate attempt to display yourself to louis.

his eyes zero in on your pussy, absolutely drenched, your thighs shaking, as his finger tentatively reaches out to swipe over your slit, before patting your inner thigh, “lets strip you properly first, hmm ?” he hums. “maybe we should let niall strip too ? can switch that plug out for something even better.”

“yeah,” you breathe, shuffling off of niall’s lap, louis’ hands falling on your hips, gliding up your body to remove your shirt. he had you almost in a trance, your arms instinctively rising, his fingertips tickling against your heated skin.

you can hear the shuffling behind you, niall’s clothes being stripped off before he stands, kissing over your neck, “strip him, too.”

“help me,” you breathe, so lost in the moment, in the feeling of them, your brain not working properly.

niall’s gaze flicks up to louis’, silently checking in with him, because this felt oddly different ? but he’s met with a chuckling louis, shaking his head, “with everything that’s about to happen, i don’t think taking my clothes off should be anything to worry about.”

niall laughs, flipping him off, before reaching for louis’ pants, and pulling them down along with his boxers in one quick swoop, as you make quick work of removing his shirt.

“christ, you two don’t waste any time,” louis shakes his head, smirking, watching niall go to sit back down, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you back to sit on him. watches as niall grips your inner thighs, spreading your legs to hook them over his knees, sitting his feet up against the coffee table.

“give us a hand, mate,” niall hums, “can you take the plug out ?”

louis’ brain snaps into action, nodding, “‘course i can,” as he makes his way between niall’s legs, dropping to his knees, eyes level with your cunt. he can feel his mouth watering, desperate to take a lick, to taste you. but, for the moment, there’s a task at hand.

you can feel the moment louis’s fingers reach out for the plug, a small, breathy whimper getting caught in your throat. it doesn’t go unnoticed to niall, his face practically next to yours, making him pepper soft kisses along your shoulder, fingertips ghosting over your stomach, hips, thighs, soothing you.

louis twists the plug around, watching your pussy flutter with every move, working a slow rhythm inside you, not wanting to pull it out too quickly.

your arms reach up, one hand landing in niall’s hair, your thumb stroking his scalp, as your fingers grip and run through his hair. he can hear your breathy pants in response to louis’ teasing, “s’he playing with you, pretty girl ?”

you nod, humming an affirmation, biting on your lip as you feel louis pull the plug out halfway, feeling the catch of the largest part around your rim, before quickly pressing it back in. you stuff your face into niall’s neck, breathing him in, gripping his hair tightly for a moment.

niall groans in response, hips bucking up, his prick pressing up against the back of louis’ hand, eliciting a laugh, “alright, message received, no more teasing,” louis hums, working the plug out of you, watching a dribble of arousal leak down from your centre.

“barely need lube,” louis bites his lip, watching a second bubble drip down, your pussy clenching at his words, “she’s fuckin dripping on herself, mate.”

“such a good girl,” niall hums, lips quirking up into a smile, pressing his head against yours, fingertips gliding up to your breasts, spiralling around and around, until he reaches your nipples, thumb and index finger closing in on them, giving a gentle tug.

your chest rises along with him, chasing his fingers, his touch, right as louis’ fingers run through your folds, collecting some of your wetness and spreading it over niall’s cock.

you moan out, biting your lip, niall moaning as well, just a moment after you. with louis’ fingers dipping through your folds to gather your arousal, before wrapping his fist around niall’s cock, stroking over it to deposit your juices.

he watches as more and more of your arousal pools by your entrance, overflowing down to your bum with every clench, desperate to feel more than what louis’ given you so far.

“fuckin christ, louis,” niall groans, hips bucking up, the wetness from your heat giving his cock such a delicious glide through louis’ hand, fist wrapped tightly around his member.

“feeling good ?” louis smirks, “haven’t even started, mate. honestly think i could slip ya right inside her. wasn’t kidding about not needing lube.”

“do it,” you whimper, “fuck, please do it. can’t take it anymore, lou.”

biting his lip, louis’ eyes flick up to you. hearing the desperation in your voice, he really couldn’t keep himself from giving you what you so obviously needed. so he guides niall’s cock to your puckering hole, niall feeling the moment his tip makes contact with your ring of muscle, taking over and pressing his prick, slowly, deep inside you.

you feel your body melting back against niall, your entire being, instantly relaxed, muscles gone limp, finally, fucking finally, getting some form of relief. one that you’d been so deeply craving.

“fuck,” niall breathes against your cheek, “always feel so fuckin good, pet,” he groans, hips starting to move slowly, getting you used to the much larger intrusion in comparison to the plug.

you whimper, turning your face, kissing niall hard, teeth biting into his bottom lip when you realize louis’ tongue had darted out to take a long lick up your slit, hand reaching down to grip into louis’ hair.

“knew you’d taste sweet,” louis mutters, face burying itself in your cunt, licking, nipping, tasting. it was messy, he was messy, somehow always right where you didn’t even know you needed him. lapping at your entrance, sucking on your clit, nipping against your folds. he’d even spit right where niall’s cock would meet your hole, adding a bit of lubrication at the perfect times.

niall’s mind was reeling, feeling the warmth and glide of louis’ added wetness, and yet, he knew, his mind was nowhere near as far gone as yours. he could feel your body trembling, could feel your chest rising and falling quicker, your pants breathier and whinier.

“louis’ making you feel good, pretty girl ? like the way he eats your cunt ? ” niall coos, holding onto your hips, keeping you in place, with no choice but to take whatever they give you. “fuck, think both of you are dripping.”

he wasn’t wrong. your heat was constantly clenching over nothing, more and more bubbles of arousal leaking down to niall’s cock. an incredible amount of louis’ spit mixed in. he really was messy. and you loved every second of it.

“fuck, fuck,” you whimper, voice getting louder. you couldn’t remember the last time your skin felt so hot. so prickly. it felt like your body was burning from the inside out. “need- fuck, i need-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence, cut off by a loud moan when louis’ mouth wrapped around your clit, suctioning it into his mouth, flicking over it with his tongue.

niall, having been around you long enough, thankfully can read you better than you can yourself, eyes glued to your face, “christ, she’s gonna fuckin squirt, lou.”

as soon as the message reaches louis’ brain, he groans loudly, eyes rolling back, tongue lapping at your pussy harder, with more purpose. he was so entranced by you, his nose working over your clit, licking up every spot he can reach, almost suffocated in your folds.

with one hard thrust from niall, your ears started ringing, fingers and toes going numb, as you felt an explosion of tingling heat burst from your stomach, louis’ tongue working over you to collect as much of your squirt in his mouth as he could. the rest soaking his neck and chest, giving niall’s cock even more slickness to glide inside you.

louis pulls away from you slowly, his hands resting on your sides as he stands, rubbing soothingly into your skin. his gaze immediately locks with niall’s, catching his attention. louis taps his index gently against niall’s lip, nodding at him to open his mouth.

he does, without question, his mind a bit fuzzy from the tight clench of your inner walls, just moments ago, holding back his body’s scream for release. and as soon as his mouth is open, louis leans over brushing his nose against niall’s, depositing your squirt into his awaiting mouth.

niall groans at the taste of you, his eyes closing momentarily, looking back up at a smirking louis, “figured you’d want a taste too.”

“always. love tasting,” niall hums after swallowing, too enthralled in the events, and slight buzz from earlier, to realize how much he’s admitting to louis tonight.

and that. well, that just makes you jealous if you’re honest. a needy whine echoing from your throat.

louis looks over at you, eyebrow raised, niall jumping in to fill in for you, “you want a taste too, dont ya, petal ?” making you nod quickly.

with a smile tugging at his lips, louis reaches out to gently stroke your cheek, “filthy girl,” he coos, leaning in to kiss you.

the moment his tongue slips into your mouth, you suckle on him, getting as much of a taste as you can, humming happily, in appreciation.

as louis pulls away from your mouth, a line of spit connecting your lips together, eventually snapping as he gets further away, he flicks his eyes between the both of you, slightly out of breath, “fuck, you both look so fucked out.”

itching to feel what you both are, he taps his cock against your cunt, making you flinch on contact, a breathy whine puffing out of your lips, warming niall’s neck. and without any more of a warning to either of you, louis feeds his prick into you.

your jaw instantly goes slack, eyes rolling back, breath getting caught in your throat. it was so much. so much louis. so much niall. so much. so fucking much. all you could focus on was their touches, their groany pants, their cocks.

“louis-“ niall moans out, his grip into your waist digging deeper into your skin, nails nipping deliciously painfully. “f-fuck mate. so fucking tight.”

louis’ head drops to your shoulder, hands rubbing all over you, all over niall, christ he wasn’t sure anymore, he was feeling someone’s skin. he was all of a sudden incredibly overwhelmed. the incredible tight squeeze your cunt has on his dick, and fuck, he never thought hearing his friend moan out his name would sound so good, sound so arousing.

regardless of how louis’ mind was on overdrive, his body took over, chasing that amazingly tingly feeling. he works up a slow rhythm, pummelling his cock deep into you, rolling over your sweet spot with each thrust.

“don’t stop,” you breathe, gasping for air. the feel of niall’s teeth on your neck and shoulder, louis tonguing over your chest and breasts, both of their hands tickling at your skin from time to time. “just- don’t fuckin stop.”

“can’t,” louis groans, nipping at you, “fuck, can’t stop, s’so good.” and it’s true. he can’t stop even if he tried. his body had completely taken over, feeling of pure ecstasy coursing through his blood. he’s not sure he’s ever been addicted to anything, but this just may be it.

niall’s hand cards itself through louis’ hair, feeling every ridge of his friend’s cock through your thin walls, the head catching on niall’s tip with every thrust, making him tighten his grip, “feels so fuckin good louis.”

“fuck,” louis curses loudly, unable to help himself, as he looks up, his mouth lunging for niall’s, lips mashing together in a fight for dominance, needing niall to just shut up. he needed to focus on not cumming. but every fucking word that comes out of niall’s mouth brings him closer to the edge. and for some god forsaken reason, the best he could come up with at the moment was kiss the ever living hell out of him.

your eyes flick over to the scene before you, whimpering loudly, as louis’ thrusts had gotten harder since kissing niall, a mess of moans coming from right next to your ear. gripping onto louis’ hips, your body gives in, all senses on overdrive of moans and touches and fuck you never thought it’d turn you on so much to watch your boyfriend kissing your best friend.

your body goes rigid, back arching as much as it could with louis’ weight on you, squirting once again, your mind going blank, cumming harder than you think you ever have.

“fuck, fuck, fucking hell,” louis groans loudly, teeth biting hard into niall’s lip, joining you over the edge, filling you up even more than you already were.

louis’ cum was so warm, so filling, your body was shivering with every spurt of white painting your walls.

niall’s quick to grip into louis’ ass, holding his hips flush with yours, “christ, can feel ya cumming, lou.”

louis trembles, looking up at both of you, his hair mussed up, sweat drenching his forehead, eyes blinking, as they fight to stay open. niall smiles softly at him, remembering exactly how it felt for him last time, “her cunt feel good, mate ?”

“fuck,” louis breathes, nodding, fingertips gently petting your stomach, “amongst other things,” he admits, answering niall’s question, adding, “fuckin good girl you are.”

you sigh, contently, but still on overdrive, your face tucked into niall’s neck, shuddering around every breath. your legs were fighting with niall’s to try and shut, everything just feeling too much, too much, too much.

niall gently runs his fingernails over your inner thighs, in an attempt to calm you, murmuring against your ear, “gotta let me finish me, pet. hmm, be a good girl for me ?”

“have you seriously not cum yet ?” louis asks incredulously. “how are you holding out ?”

“he can’t cum when he drinks,” you fill in, your mind swimming, mouthing against niall’s neck, trying to relax your body.

“gonna pull out,” louis hums, his cock growing increasingly sensitive the longer he stays inside you. regardless of the fact that neither of them were moving, your pussy was still spasming from the orgasm moments ago, and louis just couldn’t take it anymore.

slowly, incredibly slowly, so as not to overwork either of you, louis pulls out, eyes fixed on your centre. he bites his lip, watching you clench over nothing, some of his cum bubbling out of you.

without much of a second thought, louis curls two fingers completely, pressing them inside you as a makeshift plug, keeping his orgasm stuffed inside you.

niall’s jaw instantly goes slack, his hand darting out to grip into louis’ forearm, “fuck are you doing ?”

“what ?” louis asks confused, eyebrows furrowed.

“fuckin-“ niall groans, hips rolling into you hard, cock seethed deep inside you. “so much pressure, fuck,” he grits, trying and failing to push louis’ hand away from you.

and then it clicks for louis. niall can feel his knuckles. with every thrust, the underside of niall’s cock glides hard into his bones.

louis smirks at him, “still think you can’t cum when you’re drunk ?”

niall’s eyes roll back, a whine working it’s way from the depths of his chest, his other hand, the one that isn’t currently crushing louis’ arm, wraps itself across your body, bruising your hip, holding you in place, as he starts to fuck into you at a blinding pace.

you moan loudly, reaching for louis, needing a way to anchor yourself, ground yourself, for a moment. pulling him into you, you attempt to kiss him, but with your lips trembling and jaw randomly falling, louis found himself more often than not, kissing over your lips, cheeks, chin.

“make him cum, louis,” you whimper shakily, “please make him cum.”

niall moans, hearing your request, his cock diving into you one, two, three more times before filling you up as well. he pants heavily, a small chesty groan with every spurt of his high. and he’ll just definitely go on pretending that the thought of his best friend making him cum isn’t what ended up breaking his “no cumming while drunk” streak.

you turn your face into niall’s neck, whimpering through your harsh breathing, a shiver running through your body.

you feel niall’s arms wrap around your body, trying to keep you warm, murmuring softly, “lemme pull you, sweet girl.” and a moment later, you feel his cock falling out of you, making you whimper louder, feeling his cum dribbling out of you, clenching over nothing for the first time since the plug went into you, however many hours ago now.

louis’ got his eyes glued on your heat, fingers pulling out of you to catch the dripping of niall’s high. you shudder, completely overstimulated, body wiggling in a begging attempt to finally close your legs.

“don’t let her,” louis mutters, making niall look down at what could possibly have him so enthralled.

“what are you doing ?” niall asks, “can’t keep going lou, she needs a break.”

but louis’ quick to shake his head, scooping as much of niall’s cum as he can, pressing it into your gaping cunt, his fingers mixing up all of your orgasms and arousal together. “s’fine, m’done. said you loved to taste,” he explains as his index dips inside you, scooping some of the mixture and feeding it past niall’s lips.

niall groans, eyes fluttering shut, tongue wrapping around louis’ finger, sucking back the musky, salty, sweet mix of all three of you. but as louis tries to pull his finger away, niall sucks it back into his mouth, getting a taste at louis’ skin while he’s at it.

and louis decides he’s going to go on pretending that the image of his best friend’s mouth on his prick isn’t making him stiffen, as he pulls his finger away for real, hearing the pop of niall’s lips and watching the string of his spit break the further louis’ finger gets.

with two fingers this time, he dips back into you, scooping out some more, his other hand reaching up to cup your jaw, thumb tapping on your lip, “since i’ve learned that you’ll start whining if i don’t share,” he teases, giggling quietly. your lips part, sticking your tongue out, louis wiping his fingers on your awaiting tongue, pressing it back into your mouth, fingers along with it.

you suck back the sticky liquid, cleaning off his fingers completely, your tongue rolling around them, louis pulling his digits away with another pop.

“again,” niall asks, slight desperation in his tone, as louis keeps feeding you both, taking turns until there’s almost none left.

“can i have a taste now ?” he chuckles, “greedy little fuckers, you.” and from one moment, louis’ tutting at both you and niall, the next moment, he’s dipping down low, tongue delving into you to get the last taste.

louis makes quick work, not wanting to cause you any pain, kissing your clit softly, before pulling away, hands rubbing over your tummy, “such a fuckin good girl.”

niall adding against your ear, “happy birthday, petal.”

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daaydreamy · 10 months

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Louis telling yn he’d do anything to be with her

night out

summary: y/n drives louis home after having a few too many drinks.

warnings: none.

pairing: louis tomlinson x fem!reader

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“I’d do anything to be with you, Y/N.”

Y/N snorted as she took the keys out of the ignition, “You’re already with me, Lou.” She said before she left the car, going over to his side in case he fell out of the car and planted his face into the ground. She grasped his hand as he stumbled out of the car, as she thought he would, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist as extra support as he stood upright.

“I’m fine.” He said dramatically and Y/N hummed, closing the car door as she led him to the front door, a hand placed on his lower back.

“Please don’t throw up on me.” She said when Louis rested his head against her shoulder as he stood beside her, eyes starting to flutter as sleepiness took over his body. He snorted, almost toppling over, causing Y/N to nearly drop her keys as she swiftly put an arm around his waist.

“How many drinks did you have? Jesus.” She chuckled, finally pushing the door open and closing it after Louis entered.

“Just a few.”

“A few, sure.” She said and threw her keys onto the kitchen counter. “Let’s just get you to bed, yeah? Before you…” She trailed off, following behind Louis as they headed up the stairs.

“Before I what? I’ve never thrown up.”

“Uh-huh.”

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stylexcherryy · 1 year

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🍒𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟

ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•Onde Louis é o capitão do time de futebol popular, e está afim de Harry o menino quietinho, bonito e inocente, seu melhor amigo de infância

Onde Harry está apto a experimentar coisas novas e pede para Louis o ajudar parar a pulsação nomeio das pernasﾟ･☆

-Conteúdo homosexual -Ltops/Hbottom -Harry intersex! Harry com bocetinha Overstimulation: ato de continuar estimulando o parceiro depois de já ter gozado, com a região sensível High School// Harry e Louis melhores amigos -Harry inocente/ virgem (!! A inocência do Harry aqui sobre as sensações e o que é sexo não é relacionada de forma alguma/e infantil, Harry apenas é um adolescente que como muitos outros nunca tiveram educação sexual!!) Squirt!!!! -Piercing na Lingua -Dirty Talk -Palavras usadas como: boceta, grelinho, xota, florzinha, grutinha, melzinho, cacete, caralho etc. -Porn with plot Inspiração: @girllouis e @louemeusol spussy e LoueeHazz

ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•

"Eeeeeeee Vitória dos Tigers!!!!! Louis Tomlinson acaba de fazer um último gol nos últimos minutos do jogo. Totalizando quatro gols em toda essa partida. Esse garoto é um prodigio!". O narrador gritava animado pelos alto falantes, enquanto a plateia vibrava de emoção, os rostos pintados de vermelho e branco junto a camisetas com o nome dos atletas, então estavam eles comemorando mais uma vitória do campeonato, dessa vez no Michigan.

Harry Styles usava uma camiseta grande de mais para o seu corpo com o nome "Tomlinson" escrito atrás em uma letra bem grande vermelha, além da calça larga e as bochechas pintadas com tinta própria para o rosto, e a tiara branca com alguns enfeites para prender seus cachos bonitinhos para trás, evitando que eles sujem de tinta.

Styles estava sentado em uma da cadeiras nas laterais do campo, uma área especial para os convidados dos jogadores, pulava animado pela vitória do amigo se sentindo tão orgulhoso.

Tomlinson o olhou do meio do campo, retribuindo o sorriso feliz, as ruguinhas se formando em baixo dos olhos e quase como se rasgasse suas bochechas pelo tamanho do sorriso, antes de contorcer a face agora possuindo um semblante confuso quando sentiu o corpo ser abraçado por um menor, enquanto ainda olhava na direção do cacheado sentado sobre a cadeira.

O corpo de um garoto de fios loiros apertava o corpo suado de Louis contra seus braços, extremamente forte. Quem era aquele garoto?

Harry contorceu o rosto, ficando bravinho com as sobrancelhas franzidas além de um biquinho emburrado nos lábios cheinhos; quando voltou a se sentar mas agora os braços cruzados sobre o peito.

Quem aquele garoto pensa que é para abraçar seu amigo assim?

Mas abaixou a cabeça ainda indignado que não conseguiu ver o momento que Louis afastou o corpo do outro para longe de si, e perguntou quem era, confuso.

Que pensamentos são esses Harry, ele também pode ter outros amigos!! Styles bufou birrento quando escutou a voz da consciência o dizendo antes de concordar contra sua vontade. Quando voltou a levantar o olhar, que observou o corpo musculoso se aproximando de si, saltou da cadeira dando pulinhos animados antes de ir correndo na direção de Tomlinson o abraçando carinhosamente.

"Parabéns Louuu". O deu um beijinho molhado em uma das bochechas suadas, não se importando nem um pouquinho com esse fato. Os braços apertaram fortemente em sua cintura fina, enquanto enfiava o rosto dentre o vão do pescoço cheirosinho do cacheado.

"Obrigado Hazz, só ganhei por que você estava aqui me vendo, você costuma me dar sorte". Sorriu envergonhado quando falou baixinho, o ar quente que saia de seus lábios batia na pele branquinha, e aumentou ainda mais o sorriso quando o viu se arrepiar.

"Sempre vou estar aqui por você Lou, você é o meu amigo". Respondeu carinhosamente o moreno, que por reflexo revirou os olhos azuis sem querer o outro visse. Quantas vezes Harry precisava enfatizar que eles eram somente amigos, hein?

Não era necessário!! Louis obviamente tinha consciência disso!

O campo se encontrava um pouco mais deserto ao anoitecer, assim como as arquibancadas, o céu já estava escurecido e as estrelas começavam a aparecer; mas o falatório ainda prevalecia dentre os jogadores.

Tomlinson seguiu em direção dos vestuários, mas tendo a certeza de que estariam mais desertos para que Harry não se sentisse tão envergonhado perto dos outros atletas tomando banho.

Mas parte um pouco disso era ciúme também. Apesar das roupas grandes de mais para o corpo miúdo de Styles ele era um garoto muito bonito, e sempre chamou atenção de todos.

Principalmente a atenção de Louis. Com o passar dos anos nutriu muito mais do que apenas atração pelo garoto bonito mas também, um instinto extremamente protetor. Muito dos outros atletas já tentaram jogar cantadas no cacheado ou até fazer piadinhas sujas com duplo sentido, o que levava a Styles sempre apenas dar uma risadinha sem graça, e olhava de forma interrogatória para Tomlinson, como se o perguntasse sutilmente o que era para ter entendido.

O pescoço de Louis sempre se avermelhando e as sobrancelhas franzindo em raiva quando via esse tipo de coisa. Não era tóxico de forma alguma! Não privaria o amigo de ter qualquer outra relação com alguém se quisesse. Apenas achava que Harry merecia mais do que algum atleta suado, fendendo à testosterona que quer apenas sexo.

O cacheado merecia um romance, e Louis era perfeito para isso!! Vamos lá, não era tão comum assim.que vissem um universitário não entender esse tipo de piadinha suja. Mas Harry aparentemente não entendia. E foi quando o garoto de olhos azuis começou a perceber a inocência do amigo em relação a isso, se tornou muito mais protetor do que antes.

Gostaria a cima de tudo ser o primeiro do cacheado mas não apenas na forma sexual, porém, algo que prevalecia muito consigo e era o medo, não seria ele a tirar a inocência do cacheado ao menos que ele o pedisse.

Se tornaram amigos quando começaram a frequentar a casa um do outro, Jay e Anne eram melhores amigas na faculdade e obviamente iam adorar ver seus filhos próximos também. Acabou que se encontraram indo a mesma universidade.

Destino filho da puta. Ou não…

"Harry pode esperar em algum desses banquinhos certo? Apenas vou tomar uma ducha gelada para não precisar ir suado por todo o caminho". Abriu um dos armários trancados, retirando de lá sua mochila onde tinha um par de roupas limpas além da toalha igualmente limpa.

"Ok Lou". Acenou com a cabeça positivamente, se acomodando no banco de madeira polida, cutucando as unhas timidamente por estar a frente da cabine onde Louis se banharia.

"Você está sujo também Hazz, digo, seu rosto. Quer que eu limpe para você?". Sugeriu sem segundas intenções quando recebeu um 'uhum' quase prontamente, e um cacheado que fechava os olhinhos esperando o amigo limpar seu rosto.

Tomlinson passou a camisa pela cabeça, a tirando quase que sensualmente, algo não foi visto pelo cacheado. A ponta da camisa esportiva suada foi molhada na ducha gelada do chuveiro, tirou um pouco do suor e levou o tecido úmido na direção das bochechas gordinhas e um pouco sujas com a tinta lavável. A coloração se dissolveu delicadamente, sutilmente enrolando mais do que deveria para observar o rosto angelical de pertinho.

As pálpebras foram abertas quando os olhos verdes se conectaram com os azuis a seguir se assustando um pouco com a proximidade. Se afastou do corpo do mais velho sentindo seu coração palpitar rápido e as bochechas se avermelhado ao que desceu o olhar para o peitoral definido e suadinho. Desviando o olhar novamente mas dessa vez olhando para algo banal, como as cabines vazias atrás do corpo musculoso, envergonhado de mais sem saber onde olhar.

"Hm". Forçou uma tosse. "Obrigada.Lou". As maças do rosto mil vezes mais coradas que antes ao sentir um liquido molhar sua calcinha, sentindo uma tremenda vergonha. Fala sério,.aquela não era uma hora de fazer xixi na calcinha, você é nojenta Harry!

O que a faz ficar um pouco pensativa, isso tem acontecido muito quando ela ficava perto de Louis e o via sem camisa, ou só suado nos treinos. Só não entende o porque isso tem acontecido.

O que tem de errado com você? Olhou novamente para os olhos cristalinos, vendo o dono deles o oferecer um sorriso gentil e entrando dentro da cabine decidido a tirar o short esportivo fininho e a boxer lá dentro, a fim de não constranger mais o encaracolado. Mas antes, os dedos se passaram pelos cachos fazendo um carinho leve e depois escorregando pelo maxilar marcado. A puta tensão os cercando.

Styles acompanhou com o olhar o corpo bronzeado se distanciar de si para então escutar o barulho da água da ducha ligada e a porta da cabine bater, finalmente, acordando do transe que estava com os olhos pregados nas costas largas.

Enquanto Louis tomava sua ducha, Harry continuava envergonhada pelo ocorrido, e ainda por se sentir pulsar de uma forma estranha lá quando se lembrava de Louis. Porque seu coração batia na sua florzinha, afinal??

A partir do momento quando saiu de dentro da cabine apenas com a toalha branca ao redor do quadril, o que dava a visão dos pelinhos ralos que seguiam o umbigo e sumiam por dentro do pano, a linha v deliciosamente marcada e o peitoral musculoso com as gotículas de Água reluzindo.

Harry respirou beeeem fundo se controlando para não tazer o xixi novamente, ele jura que se acontecer isso mais uma vez, terá de perguntar para Lou, e se for alguma doença?? Tinha algo de muito errado com ele!!

Ele haviam combinado que iriam dormir juntos, costumavam tazer todas as vezes que Louis tinha algum jogo. Eram muito próximos desde sempre e era costumeiro essa aparição sem segundas intenções, estudavam assistiam filmes e depois dormiam juntinhos quando o garoto adormecia em seus braços confortáveis. Harry sempre com a cabeça apoiada no peitoral magro do outro, enquanto recebia um carinho gostoso.

Tomlinson dirigiu para sua casa, com uma música agitada de fundo que ressoava nos vidros fechados, a cabeça cacheada movimentando em animação.Tomlinson sorriu enquanto o observava, quase se perdendo como sempre na sua beleza inconfundível, mas logo a seguir voltou a prestar atenção no transito.

"Lou, como voce consegue jogar tãaaaaao bem assim?". Harry perguntou ao moreno enquanto subiam as escadas da casa grande para se trocarem e dormirem tão bem.

"Claro que não Haz, eu só dou o meu melhor mas nem sou tao bom assim". falou.

"Para de se fazer, Lou". Soltou uma risadinha ao jogar a almofada cheirosa no rosto dele, assim que adentraram o quarto, a seguir se jogando na cama gigante e o rosto fundo nos travesseiros macios, inebriado com o cheiro másculo e gostoso do outro,deu um sorriso.

"Você joga muuuuuiito bem". Alongou 'muito' de modo que enfatizasse. "Você destruiu eles Lou. Deu um soco na cama, tremendo o colchonete colo uma atitude ameaçadora Enos pequenos olhos verdes brilhando, ficando tão fofa sua atitude. Louis se sentou ao seu lado no edredom.

"Você acha?". Os olhos azuis brilharam.

"Uhum, só não gostei de quando aquele garoto loiro pulou no seu colo para te abraçar. Era para você ter me abraçado primeiro", Fez um biquinho bravo.

"Oh, juro que nunca vi aquele garoto Hazz. Sou totalmente seu agora, todo seu".Batendo as costas na cama com força que foi impulsionado para trás.E o cacheado deitado em cima de si, o abraçando bem forte com carinho, de modo tão manhosinho.

"Você é meu amigo, só meu". Harry disse dengoso, sem ao menos notar os olhos azuis que se reviraram fortemente ao escutar a palavra 'Amigo' pela milésima vez ao dia. Não devia ser tão necessário repetir isto a todo momento.

"Sim, seu amigo". Respondeu ao outro baixinho. Ficaram mais uns minutinhos naquela posição, o rosto enfiado no vão do pescoço cheiroso, quando se mexeu um pouco sobre o corpo do outro e sem notar, prensando o seu membro no bumbum gordinho. Louis arregalou os olhos ao sentir, a expressão se contorceu tentando a todo segundo levar seus pensamentos longe e não ter nenhum probleminha ali em baixo.

Virou seus corpos rapidamente, e apoiou as costas de Styles sobre o edredom preto, o deixou um beijo na testa e se levantou em direção ao guarda-roupa.

"Vou me trocar para dormirmos Haz, quer alguma roupa?". Mexeu em algumas camisas na gaveta, quando por fim decidiu que apenas colocaria uma calça fina e deixaria o peitoral desnudo, começou a fazer isso de uns tempos para cá. Harry respondeu com um 'uhum, por favor Lou', e viu o ultimo tirar um blusão esverdeado e um short pequeno de dentro do cômodo.

O moreno acabou indo se trocar no banheiro novamente com o medo de constranger seu garoto, apenas vestindo a calça de moletom, sem nenhuma blusa devido ao tempo fresco. A calça que agarrava deliciosamente sua cintura marcando bem sua linha V. Quando saiu do cômodo entrando no quarto perfumado com o cheirinho de Harry andou lentamente em sua direção para o abraçar, e se envolverem em um carinho gostoso.

Abraçar Styles está dentre umas das coisas preferidas que sempre fez, quase se deleitando com o cheirinho que vinha de seu pescoço.

"Te amo Hazz". Sussurrou baixinho.

"Te amo Lou". O outro respondeu.

Logo a seguir quando desgrudaram do abraço, o cacheado pegou sua blusa emprestada junto ao short e seguiu para o banheiro e se trocar igualmente como o outro mas foi inevitável que imagens anteriores do dia não surgissem na sua mente.. As cenas de quando Louis estava entrando no chuveiro do vestuário não saiam de forma alguma da sua cabeça, ele se sentia um pouco mal talvez de pensar tanto no abdômen bonito e de tirar o fôlego mas ainda não entendia o porque das sensações e ter se sentido assim recentemente.

Sem ao menos perceber de inicio molhou um pouco a calcinha recém limpa as bochechas corando em vergonha quando tinha se lembrado do juramento que fez a si próprio, de que a próxima vez em que isto acontecesse ele pediria ajuda para saber o que. A pulsação na sua florzinha trazia uma sensação estranha ao mesmo tempo que desconfortante e intrigante.

Vestiu apenas o blusão verde, que por sinal batia no meio da polpa do seu bumbum gordinho e esbranquiçado, mantendo a calcinha mas, sem o short que tinha pego também. Assim talvez facilitasse o seu trabalho em perguntar a Lou. Foi quando saiu de dentro do banheiro, a cabeça baixa, fazendo com que alguns cachos tampassem a sua visão mas, pensativo de mais para pensar em outra coisa.

Os olhos de Tomlinson fixaram-se em si, quando seu rosto contorceu em confusão ao ver o melhor amigo apenas de calcinha. Os olhos azulados automaticamente se arregalaram quando percebeu a cena em sua frente, engoliu em seco quando o olhar desceu as coxas grossas e leitosas, tão bonitas por sinal.

Que Harry se sentia mais confortável em usar roupas femininas ao menos era um tabu, o garoto confiava muitíssimo no melhor amigo e o contava tudo, inclusive sobre ser um garoto intersexual, mas esse fato de forma alguma comentou alguma vez em provocação, apenas porque achava legal não ter um pênis e se sentia mais delicadinho, palavras do próprio. O que o faz ficar extremamente fofo.

"Haz o short não te serviu? Quer que eu pegue um menor, amor? Talvez esse tenha ficado largo na sua cintura por ser tão fininha". Tomlinson começou falando para tentar se distrair da cena da sua frente e evitar qualquer tipo de pensamento perverso ou promíscuo que se quer passasse pela sua cabeça aquele momento, Controle-se!

"Não não é por isso Lou". Formou um biquinho. "Eu preciso de ajuda, por favor". Sentou em cima das pernas torneadas de Tomlinson, cada coxa de um lado.

"O que aconteceu, bem?".

"Hm". Começou meio embaraçado. "Vou me deitar. Está acontecendo uma coisa, Lou, mas eu estou com vergonha por favor só me ajuda, não sei o que tem acontecido comigo". Falou de uma vez só, preocupando Louis com isso, o que estava de acontecendo tão preocupante com seu amor?

"Tudo bem Haz, mas você está me deixando preocupado". Respondeu o encaracolado mas seus olhos se arregalaram quando viu Harry descer a calcinha branca pelas coxas grossas, sem ao menos perceber mas sendo tão sensual.

"Haz, o que você está fazen-" Foi cortado quando sentiu o corpo se deitar ao seu lado de barriga para cima, o blusão que até o momento o cobria inteiro, inclusive sua intimidade, foi levantada. Os dedos com a unhas pintadas enrolaram na barra da camiseta quando a ergueu e prendeu em cima da cintura fina.

Tomlinson precisou respirar fundo. Bem fundo e meio desconcertado com o corpo escultural despido ao seu lado.

"Lou". Harry manhou dengosinho. Abriu as pernas bonitas, com uma das mãos nos dedos abriu a boceta expondo o grelinho e todo o lugarzinho úmido. Escutou Louis murmurando um 'caralho' baixinho ao ver a xota gorda toda aberta na sua direção, a intimidade era rosada e tinha os pelinhos aparados, não totalmente depilada. O grelinho era gordo e suculento, tinha certeza que quando as pernas do cacheado se fechassem pelo menos uma parte do grelinho ainda ficaria para fora dentre os lábios gordos.

Com a outra mão Harry buscou uma das mão de Louis, especificamente o indicador. Levou o mesmo em direção a boceta, a digital do dedo de Tomlinson deslizava dentre os lábios, escorregando para caralho do tanto que o garoto vazava. Um suspiro involuntário escapou pelos lábios gordos e almofadados, discretamente clamando por mais daquela sensação.

"Lou, aqui". Esfregou em cima do grelo vermelho e inchadinho fortemente. "Está pulsando Lou, e eu tô' molhada me ajuda, o que tem acontecido comigo?". Exclamou desesperado mas sem parar de esfregar o dedo deliciosamente na xota, os olhos esverdeados brilhavam na direção do amigo, com uma face quase entristecida e as bochechas gordas nunca deixando de corar pela situação, apesar de não entender como malícia.

"Haz amor, você tá molhadinha, bem". Apertou o dedo no lugar. A respiração pesada e quente saindo dos lábios finos de maneira desenfreada. Antes de tomar consciência novamente e retirar o dedo assustado,

"Harry você vai se arrepender depois, melhor não". Respondeu relutante.

"Lou Lou Lou não por favor, eu tô sentindo isso a alguns dias eu não sei o que está acontecendo". Seus olhos verdes se encheram de água a medida que procurava desesperado pelo dedo de Louis para colocar na florzinha e o fazer entender que estava pulsando.

"Você costuma sentir isso quando, Haz?". A digital voltou a amaciar e girar pelo grelinho pulsante, Harry agora usava os dedos das duas mãos para se deixar bem abertinha na direção do outro.

"Hm, quando te vejo sem camisa". Respondeu baixinho envergonhado. "Aí eu sinto pulsando Lou, como se meu coração estivesse aqui em baixo". Fez um biquinho. "E parece que eu faço um xixizinho na calcinha". Completou.

"Amor, você só se molha, isso não é xixi". Soltou uma curta risada divertida. "Você está apenas excitada amor, isso é muito normal!".

"Então o que devo fazer?". Os olhos brilharam em expectativa.

"Oh". Engoliu seco quando foi pego de surpresa. "Eu te ajudo tudo bem? Você confia em mim?". Falou de uma vez sem ao menos pensar em qualquer outra coisa, o que imediatamente foi respondido com um curto por favor.

Tomlinson com os braços puxou o corpo do encaracolado mais para cima no colchão, apoiou sua cabeça em um dos travesseiros macis, o deixando um selinho na testa e então desceu para o meio das suas coxas que continuavam abertas.

"Posso te beijar Lou?".

"Com toda certeza". O respondeu desesperado, grudou seus lábios em um selar delicado até o momento em que começaram a movimentar as cabeças em sincronia lentamente, Louis supôs que o seu garoto não tivesse beijado ainda, decidido a fazer aquela primeira vez ser confortável e agradável.

Juntou suas linguas delicadamente ao que gemeu baixinho nos lábios carnudos, a língua de Tomlinson guiava a do cacheado para o ensinar, elas se amaciavam e se esfregavam em um beijo molhado, os dedos de Harry se enrolaram nos fios lisos de Tomlinson ao que puxou sua cabeça desesperado, queria que Louis o beijasse mais forte!

Styles colocou a lingua para fora como um gatinho implorando por qualquer outra coisa, e foi surpreendido quando no meio do beijo sensual Louis, abriu os próprios lábios para deixar saliva escorrer sobre a língua do outro e então chupar fortemente, o membro se endurecendo com os gemidos tímido e ainda baixinhos sobre os seus lábios finos.

Terminaram o beijo por hora, por mais que um Harry ainda relutante quisesse que aquele beijo durasse por muito tempo.

"Amor, presta atenção". Voltou dois dedos na boceta. "Aqui". Pressionou em cima do tecido. "É o seu grelinho, sim? Vou te tocar e você me diz se gosta". Circulou com a digital e explorou cada cantinho da xota. "Aqui é você molhadinha amor". Desceu um pouco para a grutinha, recolheu o melzinho e levantou os dois dedos para que pudesse mostrar a elem "Hmmmm, é bom sim Lou continua, por favor". As sobrancelhas desenhadas se curvaram um pouco em prazer, quase que fechando as pálpebras inebriado de mais, apesar das orbes verdes ainda presos nos dedos melados de Tomlinson, que foram imediatamente arregalados quando viu o moreno chupar com vontade o seu melzinho e acabar soltando mais.Se ergueu com apoio dos antebraços, se sentando ainda sem se mexer.

"Eu quero testar também Lou". Levou os próprios dedos ao mesmo lugar que o amigo tinha levado,recolheu um pouco do liquido e levou aos lábios carnudos para chupar também. Murmurou algo inaudível neles tentando decifrar o gosto, que primeiro foi melo estranho e quase azedo mas a seguir foi preenchido por um prazer descomunal se sentindo muito safadinho.

"Meu melzinho é bom, Loue". Louis encarava Harry boquiaberto com a cena, sentiu o cacete endurecer mais ainda quando criou cenas eróticas em sua cabeça quando Styles colocasse aqueles lábios em volta da sua glande.

Os lábios finos formaram um biquinho quando beijou em cima da boceta, ea seguir os abriu para que pudesse chupar o grelo para dentro da sua boca.

"O que você está fazendo?". Harry começou confuso.

"Vou te chupar amor, prometoque você vai gostar muito, vai ser delicioso". Sorriu de lado sensualmente.

Harry finalmente quando levou as mãos em direção aos seios gordos dentro do blusão, apenas os segurando por cima começou a puxar os mamilos, costumava a fazer aquilo antes de dormir pois achava gostosinho ou quando estava sozinho e tinha acabado de ver Louis sem camisa, mas nunca relacionando aquilo a estar excitada.

Os dedos giravam os mamilos grossos e amarronzados na ponta, e quando começou a sentir incomodo pelo tecido, subiu o tecido até em cima das claviculas, deixando os dois seios cheios e com os bicos duros expostos aos olhos de Louis que ainda não tinha começado seu trabalho.

Mas antes que pudesse voltar a apertar os mamilos arregalou as orbes verdes juntamente aos lábios, uma lufada de ar quente saiu da sua boca e gemeu a seguir fininho, os lábios finos do moreno passaram contornando sua xota, sentiu o musculo molhado da lingua passar por todo o meio dos lábios da boceta e então sugar o grelo gordo para amaciar com a língua, gruindo na intimidade, os olhos se reviraram ao que sentiu o contato da joia na xoxotinha.

"Hm hm h, L-lou mais m-mais ma-ais ohh". Gemeu desesperadamente, e os dedos que estavam nos peitos voltaram em direção da florzinha para segurar os lábios gordos como tinha feito anteriormente e impulsionar o quadril na boca do mais velho. O ultimo sugou mais fervorosamente para dentro da sua boca, sugando todo o melzinho que escorria aos montes e se sentindo tão duro por ser ele a estar dando toda aquela sensação gostosa no seu garoto.

Desgrudou seus lábios do lugar, a baba junto a lubrificação escorriam por seu queixo de forma vulgar, os lábios que sempre foram finos se incharam. Tomlinson saiu do meio das cosas grossas e se deitando ao lado de Styles. O encaracolado que automaticamente se desesperou pela falta de contato, os olhos se encheram de lágrimas ao que soluçou triste.

"Não não não não Lou, v-volta por favor". Os olhos verdes brilhavam para os azuis, o biquinho quase tremendo desesperadinho.

"Vamos fazer uma coisa, amor".

"Como Lou?". Ladeou a cabeça para o lado interrogando, quase como um filhote.

"Coloca as coxas do lado da minha cabeça, quero você com a sua boceta esfregando na minha boca". As bochechas de Harry se coraram pelo palavreado mas não pensou duas vezes ao que se posicionou do jeito que foi pedido. Olhou para baixo nos olhos do moreno, retirou a camiseta a passando pela cabeça, voltando a deixar os seios livres e encaixou a xota sobre os lábios antes de se sentar com cuidado.

Tomlinson com os braços segurou a bunda gorda do cacheado, o puxando mais firmemente para baixo, o nariz pontudo se afundava no meio dos lábios, se inebriado com o cheiro de excitação e característico da pele aveludada, e a barba rala friccionava e arranhava a boceta gorda provocando arrepios no corpo de Harry.

Styles em um momento de coragem começou a se esfregar lentamente na boca do moreno, que apenas mantinha o músculo da lingua com a joia prateada no meio dura para que Harry controlasse todos os movimentos e fizesse do jeitinho dele.

"Calma amor, vamos fazer outra coisa sim? Vem aqui, senta na minha cara."

"Lou eu posso segurar no seu cabelo?". Perguntou ao que olhou para baixo, a cena magnifica dos seios quase tampando sua visão. Louis não respondeu verbalmente, mas por um instante soltou os braços da bunda do garoto, para pegar nas suas mãos e prender nos próprios fios castanhos.

"Obrigada". O cacheado voltou a responder timidamente e educadinha. Da boca carnuda saiam apenas os gemidos fininhos ao que fazia movimentos para frente e para trás, quase que cavalgando na língua gostosa do moreno, tão delicadinho que revirava as orbes verdes só em sentir o toque lento da lingua amaciando sua xota.

Os dedos com as unhas pintadas se enrolaram mais fortemente nos fios de Tomlinson, a medida que sentou mais fortemente na lingua dele, sentindo a ponta do músculo penetrar sua grutinha levemente, arregalando os olhos com a sensação.

"De novo Lou, d-de novo por favor, por fa-". Foi interrompido quando gemeu novamente e Louis atendeu suas preces ao penetrar a pontinha novamente na grutinha, o melzinho escorria diretamente para a sua boca, lambuzando todo o seu rosto com o liquido gostoso, e as mãos apertavam a carne gostosa do bumbum quando roçou a bolinha do piercing em uma área da xotinha, sentindo o corpo tremelicar na sua boca.

"Hm hm hm hm isso assim ali de novo lou". Harry era tão escandaloso e desesperado com todo esse minimo contato que Louis estava ansioso até de mais para quando fodesse sua boceta. Harry empurrava a cabeça em baixo de si fazendo o rosto inteiro de Louis se esfregar na sua florzinha, ao desespero de sentir mais daquela sensação, a joia circulando dentro do seu canal vaginal, começou a subir e descer lentamente com o apoio dos joelhos, fazendo com que penetrasse profundamente e retirasse a língua nos movimentos.

E nossa, os gemidos que ele soltava em cima de Louis eram tão simplesmentenenlouquecedores, que Tomlinson poderia passar o resto da vida inteira apenas chupando a boceta, revirou as orbes azuis em prazer quando em uma das quicadas o garoto rebolou devagarzinho e gemeu mais fininho ao gozar pela primeira vez em sua lingua, antes disso se desesperou em sair de cima do outro, preocupado com o que estivesse acontecendo.

Com o seu corpinho ao tremelicar tanto, mas Louis apenas o segurou.mais firmemente, gozando junto a ele apenas em sentir o gosto peculiar do gozo que conseguia ser tão doce quando o cacheado.

"Desculpa Lou, eu devia ter saído isso é tão nojento, o que aconteceu comigo?". Tentou se desvincular e sair da boca do mais velho que apenas o prendeu entre os braços e murmurou baixinho, o ar quente batendo na sua xota.

"Amor, você acabou de gozar, e foi tão delicioso sim?".

"Uhum". Concordou com a cabeça lentamente. "Foi sim Lou, mas eu ainda sinto minha florzinha pulsando, por que não parou?".

"Você ainda está excitada, quer gozar mais uma vez?".

"Por favor Loue", Sentou forte na sua cara sem perceber a força, gemeu fininho quando voltou a sentir o contato da lingua chupando seu grelinho para dentro dos lábios e mesmo se sentindo sensível pelo recente orgasmo, conseguia se sentir mais necessitado. Como pode?

Harry está se sentindo tão safadinha. Começou a rebolar e se esfregar mais rapidamente nos lábios agora inchados pela fricção, estava perdendo a cabeça totalmente. O quarto de Louis era preenchido e ecoava os gemidos gostosos do garoto rebolando, e as sucções molhadas na boceta, nas bochechas fundas de Louis agora se tornando avermelhadas e molhadas com a lubrificação aos montes que escorria sem parar mais que a ultima vez, pingando no lençol preto da cama.

Em um dos movimentos Tomlinson com uma das mãos desceu dois de seus dedos para a boceta, que foi em direção a toda a meleca e lubrificação do lugarzinho úmido e apertado, circulou com as pontas a entrada da grutinha, quando os enfiou em um movimentos rápido enquanto encontrou o clitóris durinho e esfregou o piercing ali..

Harry entrou em total desespero. As sensações todas juntas eram simplesmente avassaladoras e tão delicioso, os olhos verdes se pesaram quando a pálpebra fechou inebriado, dos lábios não saiam mais apenas gemidos, mas reclamações desesperadas em meio aos gritos de prazer.

As lágrimas que tinham enchido os olhos a pouco tempo pingaram e escorriam por suas bochechas coradas deste próximo orgasmo.

"Lou não não não". Engasgou em um soluço de prazer, quando não parava de chorar. "Para por favor, eu quero fazer xixi Lou, por favor". Outro soluço. E hipocrisia, enquanto o cacheado chorava desesperadinho com a mistura de vergonha e prazer, inconscientemente rebolava e sentava mais forte na cara de Tomlinson.

Louis apenas sabendo qual era a sensação que estava sentindo se prontificou em chupar mais fortemente o clitóris, por fim raspando um pouco os dentes na região sensívelo mesmo tempo que girava a ponta do dedo no pontinho G dentro da xoxotinha.

"Oh oh, merd-oh". Esguichou fortemente nos lábios do moreno que formou um biquinho e o posicionou na direção da onde Harry esguichava, acumulando tudo na sua boca, para então engolir boa parte e o restante que sobrou cuspir mais uma vez na boceta para dar uma ultima sugada no grelinho duro que pingava pelo squirt.

Louis segura o corpo molinho mais fortemente nos braços e com cuidado o coloca ao seu lado na cama, enquanto fazia um carinho singelo na curva da cintura fina em cima de algumas estrias que tinha por ali. Quando ia deixar um selar nos lábios do outro foi surpreendido quando ele capturou sua boca em um beijo, chupando bem a sua lingua da forma que tinha feito antes consigo e gemendo ao sentir o próprio gosto.

Isso tudo estava definitivamente enlouquecendo um Louis que tentava não pensar no cacete inchado e provavelmente arroxeado que pulsava na boxer encharcada pelo ultimo orgasmo que teve chupando a boceta.

Terminaram o beijo lento quando Louis começou a deixar selinhos pelas bochechas cor carmesim.

"Lou, o que foi aquilo?".

"Você gozou de novo amor, mas dessa vez você teve um squirt, sim? Você só teve muitas estimulações boas ao mesmo tempo, gostou?". Perguntou meio receoso.

"Gostei Lou". Escondeu o rosto na curva do seu pescoço quando respondeu envergonhado e inebriado. Mas ainda não satisfeito, e ele estava viciado e queria tão mais daquela sensação. Mas então uma pergunta martelou na sua cabeça cacheada e resolveu perguntar.

"Mas e você Loue?".

"Não precisa fazer nada bem. Me resolvo depois".

"Mas eu quero te ajudar Lou, por favor foi tão bom você fazendo em mim, queria te chupar também". Acabou proferindo a palavra chupar baixinho.

"Amor, você tem certeza?".

"Simsimsim". Louis segurou o sorriso animado em realizar o que tem fantasiado com os lábios gordos no seu membro.

"Vem aqui então". Apontou para o meio das suas coxas abertas, o volume grosso e grande marcado no tecido fino de forma vulgar, além da mancha de gozo que ultrapassava pela calça.

Abaixou a barra da calça juntamente a boxer, apenas deixando o membro grosso para fora, com a calça ainda presa nas suas pernas. A glande gorda reluzia junto ao resto do membro pela coloração vermelha sangue e por estar tão molhado ainda de gozo.

Os olhos verdes se arregalaram para o pau, a boca acumulou saliva rapidamente quando lambeu as almofadas que se ressecavam. Se apressou em se posicionar entre as pernas, ficando de quatro inconscientemente, empinado a bunda para cima e chegando com o rosto angelical tão perto do membro de forma inocente.

"Lou, é bonito". A lufada de ar que saiu dos lábios chicotearam na glande lubrificada, os olhos tão inocentes falando aquilo, Louis revirou as orbes azuis ao que seu corpo se arrepiou e soltou um pouco do pré-semen pela fenda pequena. Harry observava tudo aquilo admirado, e de alguma forma se sentia mas molhadinha, a florzinha voltando a pulsar mais freneticamente do que antes.

"Posso tocar Lou? O que eu devo fazer?".

"Hm". Engoliu em seco. "Apenas coloca sua mão em volta mas não aperta tanto amor". Harry seguiu a instrução quando a palma circulou o caralho com as veias pulsantes, o polegar circulou em curiosidade pela glande que escorregou facilmente.

"Oh isso… Porra". Jogou a cabeça para trás.

"Agora movimenta sua mão para cima e para baixo, pode chupar também se quiser e-". Foi bruscamente cortado quando sentiu os lábios circularem na ponta gorda, e a língua passando delicadamente. Gemeu alto. "Isso, hm, caralho, só cuidado com os dentes amor".

A palma se movimentou lentamente no membro, punhetava lentamente, apenas salivando muito em cima, e a pontinha da língua circulando a fenda quando olhou novamente para Tomlinson e disse.

"Assim Lou?". Pressionou a ponta do.musculo na fenda e admirando quando o lugar soltou mais lubrificação, recolhendo rapidamente para a sua lingua e engolindo. "Lou seu gosto é bom, faz de novo". Obviamente Tomlinson não controla seu corpo mas ao ver o cacheado gostando tanto de chupar sue pau, esguichou um pouco mais da pré-porra.

Os movimentos continuaram lentamente, a cada segundinho Styles se mostrava mais desesperado, babando mais, tanto que escorriam para as bolas cheias e inchadas, e colocando maior parte do membro para dentro da boca, as sobrancelhas se curvaram em prazer em chupar, enlouquecia Louis quando massageava o caralho duro na língua e em um dos momentos decidiu ser um pouco mais atrevida.

Mordiscou levemente a glande na esperança que Louis achasse a sensação tão boa quanto estava sendo fazer e provoca-las, os olhos se enchendo de esperança quando os ergueu para o mais velho e conseguir captar o momento que o ultimo formou um biquinho e gemendo alto a medida que gozava forte na boca do garoto.

Caralho, se sentia a porra de um virgem, ao menos tinha metido na boceta e já tinha gozado duas vezes. Esses sãos os efeitos de Harry Styles. Os esguichos do gozo sujaram todo o rostinho, respingando até um pouco sobre os cílios e Harry novamente em um ato inocente levou seus dedos nas bochechas cobertas de porra, recolheu um pouco e levou novamente a boca que foi lambuzada como se ele estivesse experimentando a coisa mais gostosa do mundo.

Subiu em cima do corpo de Louis, o ultimo que tinha deitado a cabeça no travesseiro e se recuperava um pouquinho do orgasmos. Styles buscou uma das mãos de Tomlinson, desesperado que ele levasse os dedos novamente a sua xota.

"Louuuuuuu eu tô' molhada de novo, quero ter aquela sensação de novo Lou, por favor". Algumas lágrimas escorreram pela sua bochecha em desespero. E foi como se todo o cansaço no corpo do maior se dissipasse, agora mais pronto que nunca para voltar a ajudar seu garoto.

"Quer que eu te foda agora? Prometo que vai te deixar tão satisfeita e molhadinha". Acariciou o quadril gordinho. Sorriu quando Harry respondeu acenando positivamente. Styles sentiu seu corpo cair novamente no colchão quando o corpo do mais velho cobriu o seu e em um ato de desespero já sentiu os dedos de Louis circulando sua grutinha para penetrar a ponta.

Não foi como se Harry não tivesse amado. Os dedos se introduziram rapidamente na sua boceta, os dois desesperados de mais pelo finalmente, para que ao menos pensassem sobre a dor que o encaracolado estava sentindo.

Foram enfiados até a metade pelo menos, metendo devagarinho, e curvando as digitais as vezes. Mas que foi bruscamente substituído por movimentos rápidos ao que o fodia nos dedos rapidamente.

"Isso isso isso, mete mais". Chorava de prazer, alguns soluços escapando por seus lábios, os olhos já avermelhados pelas lágrimas. As duas próprias palmas seguraram nos seios, apertando os dois montinhos fortemente, inebriado de mais no prazer para pensarem também sobre o 'depois'.

Louis adicionou mais dois dedos enlouquecendo e perdendo a cabeça totalmente quando observava a xota se abrindo e abrigando seus dedos.

"Apertada para caralho". Murmurou baixinho com o tesão consumindo seu corpo. O polegar da outra mão foi em direção ao clitóris circulando ali deliciosamente. Revirou os olhos cansado de esperar, e ao ouvir os muxoxos do seu garoto tão desesperado para ser fodido, segurou o membro grosso e mais duro que antes, a glande bateu em cima do clitóris quando ele parou os movimentos, com a ponta gorda delineou toda a xoxotinha e por fim então enfiou na grutinha, arrancando um grito de prazer dela desesperadinha chorando de prazer.

E caralho, Louis nunca ficou com tanto tesão como dessa vez. Mas uma vez, efeitos de Harry Styles.

Enfiou o cacete duro no aperto quentinho, segurou firmemente as pernas no lugar para que ele não tentasse se debater e pelos próximos minutos o quarto foi preenchido apenas pelo choro e o barulho molhado da pélvis batendo na boceta. A ponta amaciava e macetava o ponto G incessávelemente.NO corpo do cacheado tremelicava para caralho nas suas mãos, e o choro mais desesperado junto a soluços e gemidos saiam de seus lábios.

"Lou lou lou eu não vou conseguir- oh, conse-guir go-ozar". Soluçou mais uma vez.

"Consegue sim amor, e vai ser tão bom não é? Só sente meu bem". Sorriu em meio as estocadas brutas quando parou os movimentos, a glande devidamente pressionada no pontinho G dentro da xoxotinha, apertou o cacete ali dentro quando rebolou o quadril e esfregou deliciosamente.

Para então com dois de seus dedos esfregar no clitoris, para cima e par abaixo freneticamente, o corpo de Styles tremelicou fortemente. Assim Harry gozou mais uma vez desesperado, o gozo lambuzando tanto o cacete grosso dentro de si e se apertando dentro dele, os olhos molhados se revirando ao que sentiu o gozo de Louis o preencher também.

Aos poucos pararam os movimentos simultaneamente a medida que Harry parava de chorar, apenas os soluços baixinhos sustentando. Louis inclinou seu corpo em cima do molinho em cima da cama, quando já tinha retirado seu membro e deixava beijinhos por cada centímetro da pele leitosa, até chegar as suas bochechas e limpar as lágrimas o acalmando um pouco.

Harry respirava fundo junto.

"Você está bem amor? Gostou?".

"Gostei muito Loue". Respondeu dengosinho a pergunta. Apesar da voz falhada dos gritos recentes.

"E sobre nós… estamos bem?".

"Como assim Lou?".

"Hm, nossa amizade". Respondeu por mais que a palavra amizade tenha saído um pouco amarga que de costume.

"Não sei Lou". Se fez de pensativa. "Mas vou ter certeza sobre se você fizer aquilo com a boca mais uma vezinha na minha florzinha". Formou um biquinho.

"Caralho, você é insaciável Harry Styles!".

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Oioi, tudo bem com você? Me desculpem mesmo pelos erros durante está aqui, com o tempo talvez eu mude algumas coisas no fim mas nada que interceda na história!! Gostam dessa?? sempre abertas a sugestões amor! amo vocês, até a proxima ;)

#louis tomlinson fanfiction #harry styles #one direction #stylexcherryy #gay #dirty talk #fetishism #inocencia

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Christmas' gift

Author's Note: English isn’t my first language. Hope you all like it. Please, give me your opinion with a reblog, fav or a note in my askbox :) Any bad comment about Tomlinson's familly will be ignored and blocked.

Pairing: louis!husband x reader!wife

Word count: 2k

warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), curse words.

"He just fell asleep." I mumbled, watching Freddie snore on top of me.

It was Christmas Eve and Louis' birthday. We were in Doncaster at Lottie's house. The Tomlinson family decided to have the party here this year, since last year it had been at our house.

Everyone was talking soon after following their traditions like wearing matching pajamas, eating cookies and giving presents to the children.

They are the family I never had, I just love being a part of it.

"I thought he would be running back and forth all night." Louis commented as he finished his beer.

His fingers stroking his son's soft hair, Freddie's arms squeezed me even tighter as he placed his face just above my breasts.

As big as the boy was now, in family moments and away from it all, he was Daddy's baby… and mine too.

Since I had started my relationship with Louis a few years ago, Freddie and I had gotten along well, and when he spent time with us, he would get sly, but not in a bad way; he loved being the center of his father's attention.

I didn't judge, because I knew how hard it was to have to share his father with the rest of the world much of the time.

"He ate a lot of candy, but the search for Santa Claus tired him out for sure."

"The search and the jealousy." Louis left a kiss on the boy's head and one on my cheek.

Louis was sitting facing me on the couch, Lottie was nursing Lucky in one of the armchairs next to us, the twins had put Ernest and Doris to sleep and were now looking over the pictures they would be posting. Mark and Lewis were chatting about golf while finishing their drinks.

"Jealous?" I asked.

"Of the cousin. Of you with his cousin. Of his cousin with me." Louis commented and arched his eyebrows as if it were obvious.

I shifted my gaze between him and Lottie, who nodded and pointed at Lucky.

"Really? I didn't realize that… I was so excited to see you all with the presents, eating the birthday cake, that I didn't pay attention."

"When you were holding Lucky on your lap, Freddie even put down the toy and closed his face like my brother." Lottie replied, and I grimaced.

"I didn't really notice, I thought he had gotten used to not being our only baby… But about him closing his face in jealousy, I thought it was a natural thing for the Tomlinsons."

I winked at my sister-in-law, who laughed softly, and Louis gave me the finger.

"Sorry, luv. Force of habit."

I laughed, agreeing and straightening my entitlement.

We said goodbye to the people who were still awake, Freddie was still on my lap, his arms wrapped around my neck and his legs wrapped around my waist.

I slowly opened the bedroom door since Doris and Ernest were already asleep there.

I laid the little boy down on the bed and covered him, leaving a little kiss on his head. Louis followed my footsteps.

I walked past my younger brothers-in-law and also laid out the blankets.

I went to my room and then to the bathroom, brushing my teeth. Louis accompanied me while I looked at the pictures the twins had sent in the family group on Messages.

I put on thicker, more comfortable pajamas because the snowfall that night would be intense.

As I pulled my sweater into my arms, I felt cold and slightly clammy hands run up my ribs and across my belly.

"Another birthday gift, huh?" I heard Louis let out a slutty chuckle as one hand reached into my panties and the other squeezed one of my boobies.

I closed my eyes and lowered my arms. I spread my legs a little and felt Louis's fingers lightly massage my spot.

"Baby… I already gave you your b-birthday gift". I purred as I felt Louis's hardened cock rubbing behind me.

"Please, baby? Uh?" It was Louis's turn to purr, his kisses being distributed over my neck.

A breeze hit us, making my whole body shiver with cold and as a pop in my head, I opened my eyes and closed my legs again.

I stretched out my arms and put on the dark sweater that Lottie had given me.

I turned to face Louis and noticed his dilated pupils and only a thin blue circle of his irises around them.

I looked down quickly and Louis was still excited and the mark on his sweatpants showed this.

"Will you refuse to make love to me, Y/n?" Louis's hands were still on my hips, his tone of voice indignant. "On my birthday?"

“Technically, it's Jesus' birthday, yours was yesterday.” I threw my arms around the side of Louis' neck and stared at him with an arched right eyebrow.

Louis gave his famous cute smile that his fanbase went crazy for when he did, but I was sure he was thinking of a very good answer, and I knew he wouldn't be shaken by my joke.

I stood on my tiptoes and blew him a kiss, trying to wipe the smile off his face, and it worked.

Louis deepened the kiss and I sighed, felt one of his hands hold my face while his body pushed mine to the bed. We stumbled along, kissing and laughing. I jumped up and sat down on the huge bed in the room, Louis stood between my legs and stretched out on top of me keeping his arms like braces.

"All right, luv, let's go to sleep." Another kiss was given and Louis got off me.

Again, I arched my eyebrow, had he given up easily? Very strange.

Louis hit the switch and only the lamps, one on each side of the bed, lit up the room.

I straightened up in bed, still suspicious that he had given up. I folded the sheet so that Louis could cover himself more easily.

By the shadows and the movement on the bed, it didn't take long for my husband to join me. I decided to speed up the process and took off my pants and panties, leaving only my sweater. I turned sideways, anxious to see Louis' reaction and to my relief, he hugged me and begin be the big spoon.

He covered us and it was possible to hear only our breathing and the wind rushing against the windows. I could still feel Louis' dick against my ass and now somehow, I too was aroused.

"My love…" I swung my ass against Louis's dick, who let out a heavy sigh.

"You're wet aren't you, darling?" Louis's voice was hoarse, and his hand grabbed my hip and helped me move against him.

I just nodded even though the light was dim. Louis's hand left my hip and reached under my sweater, his fingers playing with my nipples hardened by the cold and excitement.

"I know you are, my love, no need to answer. Does my naughty girl need me now?" Louis's lips, which were very close to my ear, were now distributing kisses down my neck again, making me involuntarily close my eyes.

Still on my side, Louis patted my hip twice quickly as a signal for me to stop. His lips were still on my neck, but I could feel a movement behind me, surely it was Louis getting rid of the bottom of my sweatshirt.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs a little, will you?" Louis asked and I obeyed, feeling his cock invade and stretch my inner walls. His cock being enveloped in my pussy was simply too tasty.

The delicious sensation made me pull back the comforter that covered us, a way to fill my embrace since Louis was behind me and also, a way to muffle the moans caused by the good feeling of having him inside me.

"F-feel so good, baby... Your d-dick is too big and warm…"

Louis's arm tightened even more around my waist at my comment, his chest pressed against my back and his hips slamming relentlessly against me.

"You like it, don't you? Do you like being filled with my cock?" I felt my neck sweat with Louis's sighs and kisses, and I quickly agreed. "I want to fill you up, y/n… Can I cum inside? Will you be my baby's mommy?"

A great shiver ran through my entire body, the sensation was so overwhelming that I didn't think much of it other than to agree. I had been on birth control forever, but we had been married for a few years, and surely seeing Lottie's baby had awakened that in Louis.

"Answer me, luv!" - Louis unstroked his thrusts and I rolled my eyes, he was pounding against me slowly and torturously. "Uh? You're going to look so beautiful pregnant with our baby, I'm going to be the happiest man in the world."

"Yes, baby… A-anything that you want but just... more faster, please" I whimpered a little louder as I felt one of Louis's hands leave my hips, spread my legs a little, and begin to stroke my clit with his fingertips.

His fingers circled my sensitive spot, my raised leg trembled, Louis put his arm which was resting on the bed, underneath me and his hand gripped my neck, squeezing it a little.

My eyes closed tightly, loving the mixture of sensations. My fingernails brushed the comforter as my body rippled against Louis'. His low moans made me want to cry with pleasure. I felt my inner muscles tighten against Louis' cock, my body trembling with excitement, now I was hotter than ever.

Two or three more strokes in, Louis let out a long moan in my ear and I felt his hips go into spasms, soon the hot thick liquid was shooting inside me.

Louis' fingers stopped for a few seconds and then went back to work. "Come for me, baby, come on my cock? Yeah?"

I bit my lips as I felt a tremor in the pit of my stomach and the sensation of relaxation rebound against my senses.

"My good girl…" Louis was still inside me and didn't seem to want to come out anytime soon. I laid my head against him, my vision was a little blurry but I would get over it. We were both panting. "So beautiful, so mine… I love you so much…"

"Too hot, baby…" My body was limp and my senses were messed up.

Louis seemed to understand and helped me take off my sweater, my body shivered again due to the room temperature that was hot, but not as hot as my body.

I let out a long sigh feeling Louis disconnect us, it was a strange feeling, literally an emptiness inside me. He pulled the thick blankets over us. I could feel our liquids leaking out of me, but I definitely didn't have the strength to clean up right now, I just wanted to be as close to my husband as possible.

"Lou…" I groaned "Will you stay here? Please?"

"Of course, my love. I'm only covering us because I don't want the mother of my baby to catch a cold."

Louis hugged me again from behind, I snuggled into him feeling the yeast coming from his body, a smile was born on my face as I imagined another baby in the family.

"Do you really want to have a baby with me?" I turned my face away trying to look at him even in the dim light.

Even though we were already married, I was still a little insecure. Louis was traveling all the time, obviously a lot of people want him too.

"Everyone you want to have with me, baby. It's going to be my early Christmas present next year!” He kissed the tip of my nose, "But, you'll have to help with Mr. Jealousy."

I let out a chuckle, nodding my head in agreement.

"Don't talk that way about our boy, I'm sure he'll make a great big brother."

"Yes, just kidding." Louis gave me that cute smile again, and I stroked his hair and turned to face him, sandwiching my face between his shoulder and neck. "Merry Christmas, darling."

"Merry Christmas, my love. And happy birthday, again."

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1d-oned-1d · 1 year

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THUNDERSTORMS

for everyone's notice, this is my first time writing smut, soo please bear with me and tell me how I can improve.

warning:- kinky shit, smut, a whole lot of filthy hot smut.

pairing:- Y/N and Louis Tomlinson

inspired by his outfit at his documentary premiere. also don't mind me I'm horny as fuck atm and DO NOT JUDGE ME FFS.

summary:- y/n has a fear of thunderstorms. they're in the car and things get a little too steamy.

I slightly woke up because of thirst and irritating clothes when I heard our driver converse with sun.

"Sir it's raining heavily and the car is stuck in the puddle, extremely sorry sir I'll just go and try to fetch a car for you and ma'am." the driver opened and shut the door. I whimpered as I heard another thundering voice. I slightly opened my eyes to see sun on his phone but then closed it back because of my sleepy mind. I was in that phase where you could listen to everything going on in your surroundings but even lifting a finger was too much of a work. The door opened again.

"Sir I found a car but it's only available for one person and it's going back to the city." He explained. There was a bit of silence until sun spoke up.

"Ok no problem, you might be having kids and wife waiting for you at home and worried, take the ride and head back." As sun completed the sentence, the driver gasped. I don't what made his gasp, probably him getting to go back to his family.

"Thank you so much sir, thank you so much, when I reach there I'll send another car for you." The driver exclaimed.

"Oh no need, we have already covered 3/4 of the ride home, I'll just a call an uber." sun explained.

"Are you sure sir?"

"Very sure, now go before your ride takes off." Sun chuckled, with one last thank you and a smash of the door, driver was on his way to his home.

"Shit! there's no network, looks like we'll have to stay here for the night." sun cursed under his breath. I whimpered again as I heard that, staying here was no problem, but staying in here with these heck of a clothes and with me being thirsty was a problem to me and not to mention thunderstorm. Sun picked me up and cradled me in his lap, brushing my hair out of the way to get a better look at my face but instead I snuggled my face into his neck.

"What's the matter darling?" He asked but I had no power to vocalize my issues, so instead I let him continue on what he was doing, that is asking questions.

"Is it because we're spending the night here?" He asked but got no reply

"Cold weather?" He asked again only to be met with silence and I shifted again in his lap trying to adjust my collar of the shirt.

"are you thirsty? are the clothes irritating you?" He questioned once again but this time I meekly nodded in his neck. He bent forward with me in his lap and put a water bottle in between my lips.

"Come on darling sip it." as he said, I started sipping it, soon enough quenching my thirst. He pulled away the sipper from my lips and bent again. What is wrong with this shirt aah! I tried shift again only to be stopped this time with sun's hands firm grip on my waist.

"Oh it's ok babygirl let daddy change you into his tshirt." He rasped and I was shocked by the change of his mood. While I was on his lap he shuffled below me for a while, only to make me feel his skin, meaning he probably removed his tshirt. With somehow collecting some power left in me I tried to unbotton my shirt.

"No babygirl, daddy will do it, just go back to sleep." He stopped my hands movement and set it in my lap, slowly himself working on my shirt. He was painfully slow while unbottoning my shirt but thankfully he shrugged it off me. I was ready for him to put his shirt on me but instead I felt his one hand on my waist and the other hand on my face as he kissed me. I returned the kiss and he moved his lips down to my jaw, the spot below my ear to finally the sweet spot on my neck making me arch my back and moan out his name.

"Sunn." I breathlessly moaned, he squeezed my waist harshly and marked my neck. He moved down to my cleavage and roughly marked me there too.

"It's daddy to you, you like it don't you when daddy plays with you, do you want me to play with you babygirl?" He rasped and went to unclasp my bra but I stopped him.

"Yes daddy I want you to play with me but I'm very sleepy." I moved his hands to my waist and shifted closer to him.

"Babygirl I'm not asking you to stay awake, you can sleep and let daddy play with you for a little while."

"No daddy I want to sleep, I want to sleep with you, you can play tomorrow." I spoke as I started feeling hazy in my mind.

"Princess I'll sleep with you, just let me play for a little while, and you don't want to make daddy angry do you?" He slipped his hands in my skirt and underwear and squeezed my bum, kneading it.

"No daddy I want to sleep, you're being an arse." My eyes shot open as I finished my sentence. One thing that daddy made crystal clear was, I was never supposed to curse or else he'll punish me.

"Okay enough, up and strip." He growled removing his hands from my skirt. "Now" he slapped the skin on my back when I didn't try to move even a little bit. I shifted from his lap and quickly removed the pieces of clothing which were left on me while he was watching me like a hawk watching his prey.

"On my shoulder." He roared making me whimper. Usually he would bend me over his knees if I was being bratty but when he meant over his shoulder it meant I was in serious trouble.

"I'm sorry daddy, I promise I'll never say a bad word again and you can play with me as you like."

"Did I ask you about your opinion my little slut?" he asked making me shake my head but all he did was raise his eyebrow at me.

"No d-daddy." I stuttered. I better use my words if I don't want to get in anymore trouble.

"Good now on my shoulder."

"Yes Daddy." I nodded and stood on the seat with my knees on the either side of his legs as he slid down a little to come face to face with my boobs. He further pushed his head in my chest and started licking in between both my breasts as he spanked my backside making me moan and clutch his shoulders for leverage.

"You like it don't you, you little whore. How I wish I could see your face while I punished you, I wish we were in our room." he mumbled, suddenly moving away from me and started fumbling with his mobile. In our room all you'll find is couple of mirrors, so he can see me no matter what he's doing. He set his phone somewhere in the car giving me my phone where I can see myself but the volume was on mute, he facetimed himself?!

"Daddy has two punishments for you, you'll count till 10 as daddy spanks you ok?" He demanded making me nod. "I can't hear you?"

"Yes daddy, are you recording me?" I whispered, I was never actually comfortable with the idea of him recording me.

"That was the second punishment for you but you have option, daddy won't record you, if you don't feel comfortable babygurl." He sucked on my nipples making my head fall backwards and my eyes roll in pleasure, digging my nails into his shoulder.

"Are you upset with me daddy?" I asked with a very low voice.

"Yes baby girl, very." He bit on my nipple making them hard as ever and me whine for mercy.

"Then you can record daddy."

"Are you sure princess?" He asked.

"Yes daddy." I confirmed. He quickly took my phone from my hand and handed me in a minute or two, and I noticed the screen recording was on. he bent forward taking his phone to do the same thing and set back in it's place within seconds. Once again I was visible on my screen and he spanked me harshly catching me off guard.

"One." I whimpered, I could already feel myself getting wet and dripping down the thighs. I was ready for another hit but it never came instead he trailed his finger along my slit, making me lose my mind and arch my back only burying his face more into my breasts, that made him groan. I expected him to slip his finger in my entrance but he spanked me hard once again.

"Two." I moaned and he continued his torture on me by sucking on my breasts and spanking both my ass cheeks one after the other giving me no time to breathe.

"Three four." I gasped for air, he removed my right breast from his mouth, not before taking my left breast in his mouth and biting it harshly.

"doing so good for daddy, my little whore, I'll think I'll move it to twenty for you since you're enjoying it." He moaned in my breasts.

"No daddy I'm so sorry." I whimpered but only to be met by another sharp slap of his on my backside. "Five" I counted. Soon enough 20, moved to 30 which further moved to 50. I had tears running down my face as I couldn't control anymore of his teasing, I just wanted his fingers and him inside me.

"Please daddy please." I requested as he pinched my bud roughly.

"aww just look at your red little glistening pussy, so red , please what baby?" He slapped my breasts, squeezing it harshly and kneading it.

"your fingers, I want your fingers inside me daddy, I want you inside me daddy." I moaned breathlessly, not being able to contain the euphoric feeling as he started running circles on my core in an extremely fast pace.

"You like it don't you, getting punished, getting spanked, so wet from all this, such a filthy little slut, like this baby?" He cockily asked as he pushed two fingers in me and started pumping in and out. Unconciously I tried to close my legs and I guess he noticed it because he further spread his knees which in turn spreaded mine and made me squirm while he continued pumping his fingers in me.

"Don't squirm, once again try to close your legs and I will stop" He roared as he started scissoring inside me with his fingers, not helping with the squirming at all, only getting me to squirm more and trying to close my legs.

"I said don't squirm you whore and what is that? you tried to close your legs." He growled taking out his fingers and spreading his legs to spread my legs even wider and a burning sensation erupted in my core from being streched out too much making me whimper.

"Please daddy I'm sorry, please I want your fingers inside me, please I promise I won't try to close my legs but it's really difficult to keep it open." I begged him to just put his fingers inside me and fuck me.

"You've really turned bratty you know, sorry babygurl but you'll be punished really hard this time. Not listening to daddy at all." He threatened. spreading his legs even more resulting me to cry his name out loud. He picked his coat and started rummaging through it, finally taking out his tie. Why does he even have a tie if he was wearing tshirt and a coat. He took the tie and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold making me arch my back repeatedly as he took my breast in his mouth. since my eyesight was closed off my ears perked up and I heard him shuffle around, he took phone from my hand and held both my hands behind my back tying it with a soft material, which now I guess was my underwear. He sat me down on the seat sideways, my back against his side and he pulled my knees to my chest. I was wondering what he was going to do when I heard the window descending and me getting wet from rain which was very harsh on my core, with every ounce of patience I tried not to squirm. Thankfully soon enough the window ascended up.

"Now listen to me babygirl, I'm gonna eat you out but before you're going to cum, you have to ask me okay?" He whispered in my ear, I nodded earning another slap on my core.

"Yes daddy." I moaned as he started rubbing circles on my clit once again. He shifted me away from him, lying me down on the seat to open my legs wide for himself.

"Oh so wet from me doll, I'm gonna eat you out so nicely." I could hear his smirk. He pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and bit on my bud harshly, he entered in me with his tongue, lapping again and again in my walls, I locked my ankles behind his neck pushing him deep in me. I never knew how long somebody's finger could be until he entered his fingers in me straightaway hitting my g-spot making me a moaning mess below him. His tongue and fingers working ruthlessly in me until I felt a pressure in my lower abdomen making me pant.

"Daddy!" my eyes rolled back, not knowing anything while he curled his fingers in me removing his mouth from my core to attack my breasts, just increasing the pressure a lot more.

"Oh how daddy loves your breasts darling, so soft, wish I could have them in my mouth all day, you know how hard it is to resist myself when I see you like this under my control, all tied up, just waiting for daddy to pound into his little whore pussy." he kneaded one of my breasts as he sucked on the other one all while fingering me, sending my mind into a frenzy state.

"You feel the pressure in your stomach baby? that means you're going to cum" His voice dangerously calm but I knew he was onto something devilish.

"Yes daddy I feel it, I'm going to cum daddy." I moaned, the pressure growing even more when he scissored again inside me but suddenly everything stopped, his hands, his mouth, everything, leaving me frustrated and whining.

"Oh babygurl didn't think I'll let you cum this easily did you?" He laughed, holding my thighs apart to constraint me from creating any friction between them. Few minutes after the pressure in my stomach subsided and I was left horny, juices dripping to my thigh, he turned me around, my ass in the air, face squished into the leather seat and started eating me out, his hands never leaving my breasts. After a few more minutes of torturing I could feel a little pressure again in my stomach. He removed his tongue from me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, licking between them as I shoved my ass into his face for anything more he could do, which resulted in him licking my hole recklessly. He once again removed his face and pulled me towards him by squeezing my neck and jaw from the front.

"How are you doing babygurl, any pressure down here?" He asked, removing his hand from my neck and moving it further south to my core and inserting three fingers in me harshly, pumping at a very high pace while marking my neck.

"Yes daddy yes, I'm going to come daddy." I whined, pushing myself further more into his chest. He removed all three fingers from inside me only to push them in me again. I was gasping for air, as his pace increased even more than before. How is that even possible?

"daddy I'm going to cum, can I cum please?" I pleaded. My breasts bouncing with the movement in between my legs.

"hold on doll, I'm still not done with my pussy, and if you dare cum, things will only worsen." he curled his fingers in me, hitting my g-spot again and again, pressure building in my stomach reaching it's peak as I cum moaning daddy's name, my thighs trembling and my head fell backwards on daddy's shoulder. I knew he purposely did this because he wanted me to cum to increase my punishment.

"You didn't listen to daddy, daddy's going to pound in his hole and make you cum again and again until he's not done with you, ought to teach you some manners." he growled. He set me against the seat and I heard his belt clunk and his zipper moving meaning now he was going to fuck me senseless until I see stars. He undid his tie and my panties from around my eyes and hands. When I turned to him, he only smirked. I was beyond scared and excited for what coming next.

"Out!" He demanded and I sat their confused. "out of the car my cute little whore" He opened the door ushering me out. It was still raining heavily making me shiver. I stood there getting wet before his further instructions.

"On the car's hood baby." He got out after 10 mins or so with his belt and tie in hands. I quickly shuffled infront of the car to see him already on the boot, giving himself a few pumps. "Come on move your ass quickly." He demanded. I climbed onto the car and sat beside him.

"On my dick baby." He held his dick and aligned himself with me. "Sit down baby." He cooed but I knew very well the devil was soon going to unleash. I sit down on him and tried to keep my legs in between so he couldn't spread it but unluckily he caught on and set my knees on the either side of his knees spreading wide open until I cried out loud and held onto him once again.

"Oh baby I know, it's ok." He hushed and picked his belt and tie and tied my ankles with his legs only spreading them further, making me shout in pain.

"Ride me baby, I wanna feel your bouncing tits on my face." He kept a hand on my waist stimulating me to ride him. He started agonizingly slow, grinding me on him every now and then, making me go mad and loose my common sense.

"Faster daddy, faster." I moaned making him groan, he spread his legs further, taking mine with his too. "aahh daddy no." I whined and he held my waist and started making me ride him faster. He spanked me, only increasing the pressure while my breast in his mouth.

"daddy I'm gonna cum." I started nearing my third orgasm of the day, afraid to be denied.

"Cum baby cum, you're not gonna stop cumming until I'm gonna cum, oh god how I wished I could record you." he groaned. I felt my walls squeezing him, making him throw his head back, his nails digging into my waist, my legs started trembling and I released. Just as I released he picked up his pace and streched his legs, it felt like I could rip apart anytime from being this wide open. I felt the pressure build again it was not minutes before I released again. He quickly untied both our legs and rolled us over. He pounded in me remorselessly with rain having no mercy either. I needed something to hold on, so I held onto his back, surely leaving scratches there. Only thing that could be heard in the moment was us moaning, skin slapping against each other and rain, as I came down from another high. God! sometimes how much I hate his self control, he could last for hours and he did. I released about countless times but he was still nowhere near.

"Please daddy I'm so sorry, please cum daddy." I whined and he pounded into my overly sensitive clit. Once again I released, shrieking, but this time I was not the only one, daddy released too. He filled me with his cum as he rested his head on my shoulder while I pushed out his wet hair from his eyes. He pulled out of me and rested on his side pulling me close to his chest. after a few more minutes of resting on the hood of the car, he got down, and picked me up bridal style and headed inside the car. I winced as he set me down, laying me on the seat and quickly got in.

"You did so good princess, so good for daddy." He kissed me on the lips and picked up my shirt. He started cleaning me, he cleaned my face, jaw, neck moving to my breasts doing nothing sensual but cleaning me and then moving to lower part. He cleaned between my legs as I could feel his breath on my core, he left a quick kiss there and moved down further cleaning my legs. He again held me up as he dressed me into his tshirt and underwear when I winced.

"What is it babygirl?" He asked taking his hands in mine.

"It's paining down there." I muttered looking down.

"So sorry princess must be really sensitive." He laid me down, removed my panties and blew some air on my pussy making me shudder and close my legs.

"It's ok baby I'm just gonna blow some air so it feels good." He opened my legs and blew on my pussy for a couple of minutes before closing my legs and letting me rest.

He quickly dried himself up, wore his boxers and laid himself on me, only to flip us, so now I was on top with my face in the crook of his neck as he held me closer to him with his hand rubbing my back.

"I'm sorry if I was too hard on you baby." daddy whispered from below me.

"It's fine daddy." I replied and kissed him on his neck because it was closest to me.

"Couldn't help it darling, all night you were looking so pretty, all I wanted to do was show you how pretty you were." He mumbled against my lips, making me turn beet red and burst out giggling. "My cute little babygirl." He kissed me on the lips and then my forehead. Feeling content in each others arms we fell asleep.

I told you I wasn't lying when I said it was kinky shit.

Requests are open if you want anything specific, I write oned smut so yeah.

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holdinonto-heartache · 7 months

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Behind the Lense [lt]

Summary: Louis just announced his World Tour and he's in need of a photographer. Luckily, his childhood friend, y/n, grew up to be a professional photographer. And that's where it all starts.

Again.

Warnings: there will be smut, strong language, alcohol consumption, smoking (weed/cigarettes), partying, sexual actions such as fingering, oral sex, and unprotected sex, heavy teasing, lots of flirting, etc.

This will be a book that’s only posted to my Wattpad, so if you want to read, click here!

Chapter 1 and 2 are already posted.

Enjoy!

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darkacademiablues · 10 months

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Louis Tomlinson’s outfit after show last night must have been a piece of art.

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hsdiaries · 13 days

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Kinda want to test something on here before putting it on Wattpad.

Louis passes away, comes back as a ghost to help guide his ex-fiancé Bentley, back to love, where she must choose between Niall, her best friend who she trauma bonded with after Louis passed; and Harry who is new to their friend group but quickly becomes a place of comfort for her.

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violetsandfluff · 1 year

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Fookin’ Avocados

louis tomlinson x reader | word count 208 | not proofread

“I cannot believe you right now.” Louis shook his head in utter disbelief as he noticed the plate in your hands. “Is this what one week in LA has done to you?”

“What?” you protested. “I help you record your best song yet and all you can focus on is my breakfast?”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he tsked. “That’s disgusting, love.”

“I can make some for you, too,” you offered, holding the plate out to him.

“Over my dead body,” he scoffed. “Trendiest food of all time.”

“Alright,” you shrugged, taking a bite out of the toast. “You can go pour yourself some Lucky Charms or something.”

“It’s just them fooking avocados,” Louis fumed as he set his cereal bowl down on the table directly across from you. “You see fooking avocados on toast on Instagram and now the trend has infected my hotel room.”

“I didn’t know you had such strong feelings regarding avocados,” you mused around a mouthful of food. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

Louis paused, spoonful of colorful cereal halfway to his mouth before putting it back in the bowl. “You fool,” he mumbled. “It’s a good thing your mouth is full of gross food or I’d kiss you out of spite.”

if you have any other favorite 1D quotes for me to write about, I’ll gladly make you a lil blurb 🥰

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daisyblog · 5 months

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I Won’t Give Up

Too Young Masterlist Summary: Louis finds out YN is pregnant at his Mum's wedding.

It was the 20th of July, 2014. The day that YN had to see Louis for the first time, since their one night of passion. For the last fews weeks, YN had kept busy, uni assignments had helped with that but now that she had completed her second year she had time to think about the reality.

Louis' Mum was getting married today, and YN had been looking forward to the day. But since her and Louis steamy night and YN finding out she's pregnant, she was nervous to see him again.

YN arrived had the wedding venue with her Mum and Robin, and they were each handed a glass of champagne. YN looked at her Mum not knowing how to say no to the drink.

"Just hold it in your hand for now." Anne whispered discreetly in her ear. Her Mum and Robin were the only people to know that she was pregnant.

"C'mon...I can see Harry down there." Robin spoke to the two women, nodding his head in the direction where Harry was standing talking with Niall.

The three walked down to where there were groups of guests huddled together. Jay and Dan had got married a little earlier in the day, their ceremony was small and intimate with just their close family and friends. Therefore the other guests were invited to the afternoon and evening celebrations.

"Hey womb mate." Harry wrapped his arms around his sister after he had given his Mum and Robin a cuddle.

"Hi twin." YN gave Harry a slightly smile, one that didn't quite reach the top of her cheeks.

Harry knew his sister better than anyone. "You alright?".

YN nodded her head quickly, not wanting to make Harry any more suspicious. "Yeah..I'm fine.". YN heard Louis voice behind her, he was talking to one of the guests. "Niall...you can have my drink...I don't like it." YN lied and passed her drink to Niall before she excused herself to use the bathroom.

Once YN got to the bathroom, she touched up her make up, her way of procrastinating so she could hide away for longer. After she touched up her lipstick and fixed up her hair, YN took a deep breath and went back outside to find her family. As YN was walking towards them, she bumped into Jay and the one person she was avoiding.

"Aw YN, there you are." Jay greeted her with a warm hug. "I just asked your Mum where you were.".

YN avoided looking at Louis, who's eyes she could feel burning into the side of her head. "Toilet break." YN tried to joke. "Congratulations...you look beautiful.".

"Oh thank you my love." Jay smiled sweetly at the younger Styles. "But between us, I can't wait to get out of this dress.". Earning a giggle from YN. "Lottie is calling me over...I'll see you later sweetheart.".

On the inside YN panicked as Jay hurried off in the direction of her daughters because now she was alone with Louis.

"Not talking to me are you?" Louis wasted no time in calling YN out for giving him the silent treatment.

YN looked at the ground, not feeling confident to look at him. "I haven't seen you to talk to you."

"You won't look at me either." Louis continued to push for answers. "Look...if it's about what happened-".

"Just leave it Lou!" YN snapped, shocking Louis. "Like you said, no stings attached so stop talking about it.".

Louis wasn't expecting YN to be so defensive. "YN...what's wrong?".

"Nothing...just leave me alone!" YN huffed before she quickly went back to find Harry, leaving Louis stood in the same spot wondering what had just happened.

But little did the two know that Anne had been watching their interaction from a far, wondering why their conversation seemed so tense.

YN relaxed once they were all in the marquee and sat in their designated seats, her between Harry and her Mum. Niall, Liam and Sophia also sitting on their table too. YN had turned down many drink offers and continue to sip on her orange juice, she was glad that nobody had mentioned the fact that she was not drinking any alcohol. YN was talking across the table with Liam's girlfriend, when she saw Louis walking towards their table.

"Alright Tommo?" Niall asked as Louis stood next to his chair.

"I've got meself into a game of dare with me sisters." Louis began to explain, everyones eyes on him.

Liam's eyes scrunched up as he laughed. "What have they dared you to do?".

Louis eye's found YN's eyes. "Daisy dared me to dance with YN".

YN knew all eyes were on her now too. She wanted to say no but she didn't want any one to question why. So she put on her best fake smile and followed Louis to the dance floor.

Her hands rested on his shoulders, as his slipped around her waist. Goosebumps covered her arms from the touch, teasing her about what had happened the last time they were this close.

The song changed to I Won’t Give Up and YN tried her best to hold her tears back, trying to put on a good show.

I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts We got yeah we got a lot at stake And in the end you're still my friend at least we did intend For us to work we didn't break, we didn't burn We had to learn, how to bend without the world caving in I had to learn what I got, and what I'm not And who I am

The lyrics were taunting her, her throat went dry and she was focusing on her breathing. “YN…you’re crying.”.

She shook her head slightly. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

I won't give up on us Even if the skies get rough I'm giving you all my love I'm still looking up I'm still looking up

Louis was filled with worry and guilt as he saw a tear threaten to fall from YN’s eye. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t tell you here.” YN looked at him directly in the eye, silently pleading with him.

He guided her off the dance floor and outside to where the was a small building where his Mum had gotten ready this morning. Once he checked that the room was empty, he led YN inside.

Even though they were alone, YN still couldn’t find the words to say.

“I’m sorry about what happened between us…it probably shouldn’t have happened…I mean I don’t regret it but you obviously-“.

YN interrupted Louis. “I’m pregnant.”.

Silence.

YN’s heart was thumping against her chest now that she had said the words out loud to Louis. It was real now.

Louis was never speechless but his mind was completely blank as he stared at the girl in front of him. He didn’t really know what to expect YN to say, but her saying she was pregnant never crossed his mind.

“You’re pregnant?” Louis said out loud, looking to see if he had heard correctly.

YN sniffed from the tears running down both cheeks. “Yeah…about seven or eight weeks.”.

“Shit…fook…fookin’ shit.” Louis mumbled to himself. “Harry’s going to hate me.”.

“I won’t tell anyone you’re the dad, if you don’t want people to know.” YN offered to protect Louis.

“Hey…you’re not doing this alone.” Louis spoke. “I’m the dad and a dad to this baby I will be.”.

Hearing these words, YN pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around his torso, Louis following and holding her close to his chest.

As the pair stood as one in the middle of the room, the sound of the bathroom door opening caused them both to freeze. As they turned to look at who had heard their conversation, Jay was standing in the door way.

“I think you two have some explaining to do.”

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04 - How Good We Have It Though

Summary : part 4 to Let Passion Get Too Much … niall x louis x reader threesome

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, double penetration, creampie, choking, pussy slapping, subspace

Word Count : 4.5k

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it was a fluke really. you don’t remember the last time you had the confidence to blurt out that you clearly wanted sex. with your best friend, no less. but also to just have the guts to lay it all out on the table.

it must have been the weed. at least, that’s what you’ll blame it on later if they ask. either way, you don’t think they’ll be too hung up on it. especially since they currently both have their cocks nestled tightly into your cunt.

“so, do we have to wait for some kind of event ?” you blurted out earlier that night, curled up with niall on the couch, louis sitting sideways on the armchair, legs thrown over the side.

you’d started noticing a few weeks ago that your joint smoking sessions had gotten much more frequent. almost as if the three of you were just looking for an excuse to be in the same room, probably in a pointless attempt to see if anything would happen. truthfully, you were all too scared to make the first move.

but you were absolutely over it, and honestly the entire thing was just getting stupid. so you used the courage, or more like lack of care to anyone’s reaction, thanks to the second joint you were smoking, to speak up.

“what are you talking about ?” niall asks, eyebrows furrowing slightly, leaning his head against yours, still in a cuddle.

“to fuck,” you explain pointedly, “the three of us. do we really need some kind of event ?”

niall and louis exchange glances, something you can tell is happening, even from the crook of niall’s neck. so you pull away from him, sitting yourself comfortably to face them both.

“can’t we ?” you ask softly, looking over them. “we all love it, right ? we’ve all said so time and time again.”

“yeah,” louis’ quick to jump in, nodding, “s’the best really,” he agrees, looking over at niall’s expression, not wanting to cross any sort of line with him.

“you gotta know i love it,” niall laughs, nodding towards louis, “only one that can make me cum when m’drunk apparently.”

“bad luck for the irish man, innit ?” louis chuckles, shaking his head and taking a big breathy sigh, adding more seriously, “feel like there’s gotta be some rules now.” because he’s not exactly that naive. as much as he can tell himself that there’s nothing better. that you two love him just the same. always have. that you’re all in this for a good time. at the end of the day, louis is the outsider in this agreement. he’s not the one that gets to call either you nor niall, his.

niall looks over at you, having a silent conversation with your eyes, niall speaking up, “if we’re including louis, s’only when we’re all here. one on one feels like crossing a line.”

you nod, reaching for niall’s hand, giving it a squeeze, and pecking his lips, louis adding, “that’s fair, don’t wanna be fucking up anyone’s relationship.” and it’s true. he’d absolutely hate himself if he was the cause for any trust issues between you and niall. or worse, the cause of a failed relationship/friendship.

“can i-“ you cut yourself off, sighing, “look, what happens between us, stays between us right ?” you ask. “i mean like, we can totally trust each other.”

“course petal,” niall coos, giving your thigh a squeeze, looking over your face, trying to figure out where you’re going with this. because not once, in the decade you’d been dating, have you ever mentioned any lack of trust.

“you know you can trust me, lovely,” louis hums, “where’s this coming from ?”

“no,” you furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head, because they got it all wrong, “m’not talking about me. look, you both have talked with me. and truth is, you both feel the exact same way about what we do and how it makes you feel.”

and with that, the energy in the room shifts. like all the air around you has just gotten incredibly heavy. like a balloon being pushed to its limits, waiting for the pressure to make it all pop.

a moment later, louis lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head playfully, “christ, really gonna back us into that corner ?”

“it had to be said,” you shrug, looking between them innocently. you didn’t want to ruffle feathers, or make anyone uncomfortable. not that there was really any reason to be. but, that truthfully wasn’t your intention. if this was going to work, you all had to be honest with each other. open about feelings and such. “you both need to understand that it’s okay. of course it feels good. it’s supposed to feel good. and i know it may be a bit weird to cross this line. but, it’s okay. you really don’t have to hide it from each other.”

then louis got up from his chair, and waltzed over to plant the hardest, hottest kiss you’d ever been privy to witness, smack on niall’s lips. a moment later, as niall gives in, his hands reached out to grip into louis’ shirt, tugging him closer.

it was followed by a mess of clothes being strewn about the house, limbs tangled together and stumbling up the stairs, foregoing the convenience of the couch for the comfort and spacing of niall’s bed.

the air around you was thick with lust, want, need. and it took over the blurriness of it all, as you all settled into each other, hands roaming bodies, tongues licking heated skin, teeth nipping, mouths sucking, it was all a whirlwind in your mind, too much to focus on properly.

but now, with your hips straddling louis’, his prick nestled deep inside you, you could feel niall’s length bobbing against your bum from behind you. “m’not prepped,” you murmur, your head tipping back against niall’s shoulder, your body stretched, exposed to louis’ wandering eyes.

niall’s hands fall on your breasts, softly kneading your skin, avoiding your nipples entirely as a form of teasing, “m’not going there,” he hums against your ear, loud enough for louis to hear as well. “wanna feel both of you tonight,” he adds, eyes looking over your body to catch louis’, as the tip of his member slides lower, resting against your heat and the base of louis’ cock. “got room for one more in there ?”

“always for you,” you keen, muscles relaxing comfortably, as niall’s fingertips leave your breasts, gliding down your tummy, stopping to swirl around your bellybutton, slowly dipping down over your mound, towards your clit.

“always so wet,” niall mewls, his mouth instantly attaching to your neck, his body taking over.

“she’s fuckin soaked, mate. you’ll slide right in,” louis breathes, making a quick groan rumble from niall’s chest, tickling the skin on your neck, as his fingers pick up the pace, rubbing over your sensitive button softly but with purpose, distracting you from the slight pained stretch of his cock joining louis’.

you hiss, breath cut off from your lungs, as your pussy gives way, the tip of niall’s cock breaching your centre. and just as louis said, his dick glides right in, eliciting a loud moan from you, louis’ eyes rolling back, head falling to your chest.

his tongue darts out, licking your nipple into his mouth, almost purring around it. instinctively, his hands leave your hips, one of them smoothing up your side, gripping your shoulder from behind, the other wrapping its way around niall’s hips, pulling you all flush together, smothering you in a louis/niall sandwich.

“can feel your cock so fuckin well,” niall groans, rolling his hips experimentally for the first time since being smooshed inside you. “fuck,” he murmurs to himself, rutting into you with more purpose, “fuck, your prick feels so fuckin good in there, louis.”

“christ, you’ve got to learn to shut up,” louis growls, his head lifting from your chest, lips smothering niall’s in a desperately heated kiss.

with your head leaned back against niall’s shoulder, you peer up at them, hearing their soft mewls and deep grunts, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the most gorgeous view before you. with louis’ neck stretched, your mouth reaches forward to trail soft kisses against his stubbly skin, feeling the bob of his throat as he swallows down niall’s moan.

as niall’s brain catches up to louis’ words, his eyebrows furrow momentarily, biting into louis’ lip to slow the kiss, “fuck are you on about ?” niall hums into his mouth.

“when you talk,” louis admits, lips ghosting over niall’s as he speaks, “get me so fuckin worked up,” he explains, hand reaching up to grip into the nape of his mate’s neck, fingers tangling with niall’s soft hair, pressing their mouths together again.

you feel your skin getting increasingly prickly, listening to them talk, the way they speak to each other, the way their bodies react without much realization on either of their parts. how niall’s cock gave a particularly hard thrust at louis’ revelation.

“tell him,” you murmur breathily, head tipping back against niall’s neck again. “tell him what gets you worked up.”

“feeling you,” niall sighs without much thought, any concerns washed away the moment your little conversation happened earlier. “knowing it’s you. i don’t know. just fuck, feeling you.”

“s’that so ?” louis hums around a smirk, ecstatic to find out he’s not the only one with a weakness, something he’s definitely going to use to his advantage now. right now, apparently, as his hips roll in a way that lines up his prick with your sweet spot, while also gliding along niall’s entire length.

you breathe around a moan, your body falling forward towards louis’ once again, elbows resting on his shoulders for support, hands tangling into his soft hair, mouth colliding with his.

at the same time, niall’s hands instinctually reach forward, nails leaving indents into louis’ skin, gripped on his hips, “fuckin christ lou, gonna make me cum like that.”

louis smirks against your lips, rolling his hips in the same way, feeling the tremble work its way through your body, niall’s grip tightening as groans rumble from his chest, eyes rolling back, breathy moans echoing through the bedroom.

“looks like m’getting both of you, hmm ?” louis mumbles, continuing his rhythm, enthralled by both of your reactions, egging him on to just keep going.

you bite into louis’ lip, whimpering louder, the fullness of their cocks, the constant bumping into your sweet spot, your skin’s prickling fiery heat, fuck you were going to cum too if he kept this up.

before you quite had the chance, thanks to a particularly slow, purposeful thrust, rolling louis’ cock against niall’s, tip catching on the head of his member, niall’s muscles seemingly crumbling, gasping, “christ, gonna make me cum louis. fuck.”

louis hadn’t really planned on doing it again, but the way niall just spoke, the desperation, the pleasure, the rawness seeping from his voice, he couldn’t help it. it just happened. and niall was cumming.

“fuck, yes. like that louis, just fucking like that-“ niall cuts himself off, gasping for air, as he literally feels the spasming of louis’ cock, bursts of hot cum joining his, filling you up more than you ever knew possible. and it was a fucking mess.

you were so full, so fucking full, dripping down onto louis’ thighs, the moment you’d just been privy to, playing like a tape in your mind, with the mix of their pants, their grunts in your ears, and their touches and their small ruts and the final little blurbs of cum, and christ it was so fucking good.

your cunt clamps down on their members, a body wretching shiver running through you, whiny moan bubbling from your lips, your head falling back to niall’s shoulder, body stretched, limp, exposed.

it was so fucking much. your head was already fuzzy, your body was already overheated, your cunt was already spasming so hard. and now everything was tenfold. you were panting to catch your breath, louis’ hands tracing soothing patterns on your thighs, niall’s fingers gliding all over your body, your arms, your chest, your breasts, your stomach. he knew. he always knew. christ you loved him.

it was far from the first time that you were slipping into subspace, something that niall was now expert in. something that made you infinitely more comfortable doing so. knowing wholeheartedly that you were taken care of. that you were safe.

and on the other hand, knowing exactly what makes you tick. knowing exactly how to keep you floaty, how to make you feel incredible, how to push you to your limit without crossing any sort of line.

you were so relaxed, so blissful, their fingers gliding deliciously, softly, random patterns, working you down until your breathing had returned to normal. as normal as it could be with two cocks still stuffed deep inside you. although not as hard as they once were.

“you ever going to admit that watching us together gets to you ?” louis hums quietly, not wanting to startle you, but needing an answer anyway. especially considering the secrets you forced out earlier. it’s a pattern he’d noticed, and he was ready for you to admit it.

you hum, a smile gracing your lips, nodding as you bite your lip, “mhmm, s’so fucking good. i’m so lucky. so fucking lucky.”

louis’ hands leave your hips, roaming up your sides, swirling around your breasts, watching the shiver follow along with his touches, fingers finally closing around your nipples, pulling on them, forcing you to lift your body from its perch against niall, bringing you forward to land right on louis’ lips.

one of his hands traces up to your neck, his palm resting against your jaw, fingertips tangled into a grip at your scalp, holding you tightly as he kisses you, hard. his other hand, still on your breast, thumb lightly flicking your nipple, before gripping it again. “m’the lucky one. privy to this. to you two. fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head, nose bumping against yours, pressing his lips to yours again, feeling niall’s breath against his cheek.

louis turns his head, niall’s mouth waiting for his, a quick, breathless kiss, niall’s teeth sinking into the plushness of louis’ lower lip, tugging with purpose, to watch it snap back into place.

“help me make her squirt,” niall hums, smirking at louis, “think she deserves it.”

niall leans your body back against his, using your pliancy to his advantage tonight, exposing you once again, giving a proper squeeze to your tits, hands gripping and massaging their way down your sides and your stomach, to your hips, and then disappearing completely.

and then landing a solid slap to your clit.

you whimper out loudly, your pussy clenching hard on their pricks, gaining a breathy moan from louis, “fucking christ, i should have known,” he fixes his gaze to your cunt, watching in awe, “this make you squirt, love ?”

without giving you an opportunity to answer, in words that is, niall lands another spank, directly on your clit. and another. and another. and one more, only this time, significantly harder than the rest. and it was followed by a loud gasping mewl, and a gush of warm liquid cascading onto louis’ lower half.

you were slipping further with every single slap that landed on your sensitive button. the painful sting, quickly followed by a rush of pleasure. one that spread like an electric zap through your entire being.

louis groans, watching you, watching the way niall’s taking care of you, watching the drip drip dripping of your cunt, feeling the clench, feeling the tip of niall’s fingertips against the base of his cock with every spank. fuck. he’s getting hard again.

“my turn to get both of you,” niall chuckles breathily, feeling louis’ prick harden again.

both of their members were stiffening, chubbing up and stretching your inner walls all over again. “getting yourself too,” louis mumbles, moaning softly around every clench of your pussy.

niall lands a particularly hard slap, the echo of skin hitting wet skin reverberating through the bedroom, another strong spurt of arousal leaving your cunt, body trembling against niall’s.

“fuckin hell,” louis groans loudly, watching your face, watching your cunt, watching your body, christ he didn’t know where to keep his eyes, “might actually cum again, fuck.”

“do it,” you whine, “please, please, fuck, please, do it. wanna be so full, so fucking full of both of you.” you were slightly incoherent, babbling over and over again, so lost in them. lost in how fucking perfect they managed to make you feel. both of them. together.

“can you ?” louis asks niall breathily, sitting himself back up straighter, his cock painfully hard, used, weepy, and yet screaming for another orgasm.

“can’t imagine another outcome right now,” niall rasps chestily, “s’so fuckin tight, louis.” because it was, somehow, tighter than before. did they grow thicker ? were you spasming harder ? did they cum that much ?

and fuck, they were really contemplating filling you up more. cumming in you a second time. mixing more into you, adding on to what was already smothered inside you. it was fucking filthy.

niall wanted it. fuck it, he was greedy. and you were in such a giving mood whenever you were in this state. besides, his prick was screaming for relief and he needed to do something more to reach it. so he grasps louis’ wrist and brings it to your exposed neck, louis’ fingers wrapping expertly around your throat.

your muscles instantly go limp, breathing coming in small pants, your brain floated so high up above you, skin prickling with need and want and heat, every primal bone in your body taking over.

you could feel the roughness of the callouses on niall’s fingertips, stroking gently over and over and over and over your clit, in persuasive circles. you could feel the tightness in the grip of louis’ hand, wrapped deliciously around your throat, stopping the airflow from reaching your brain, somehow sending you floating even higher than you already were.

your thighs began to tremble, finding it increasingly harder to hold yourself up, gasping breaths coming out in small pants between the squeezes around your neck. and with niall’s cock starting to rut into you, your body gave out, falling limp against louis, the force sending him down as well.

his grip falls from your throat in the process, louis’ lips immediately suctioning to yours, starting to lose himself with the new constant slow, deep thrusts of niall’s length, rutting up against his own.

but niall needed to cum again, his prick was spent, crying out for this tight fit to reach its end. although he loved this, loved being stuffed side by side with louis into your most beautiful, willing, sopping hole, it’s all starting to teeter on painful.

he reaches forward, his hand looping around your throat, picking you back up by your neck, leaning you against his body for support.

a loud whimpery moan gets caught in your throat, eyes rolling back as you get pulled and positioned however they want, the new angle bumping niall’s cock so deliciously inside you.

“cum for us,” niall rasps in your ear, his other hand landing a final, swift smack to your clit.

your cunt instantly clamps down on their cocks, a mess of arousal and orgasms, gushing from your destroyed pussy, dripping down to the already soaked mattress beneath louis’ hips.

you could barely hear them groan and moan as they came, your ears ringing so loudly. but you could feel everything. absolutely everything. right down to the microscopic indents that are your fingerprints. everything just felt. the overbearing fullness inside you with the numerous loads of cum. the stretch to accommodate both their cocks. the soft gliding of fingertips on your throat, on your thighs and hips. the gentle puffs of air against your cheek and shoulder.

the calling of niall’s voice reached you first, with comforting pecks of his lips against the side of your neck, right close to your ear, “gotta slip out, petal. s’too much,” he murmurs breathily, almost painfully so, as his prick is slowly slipped out from you. and it made you crumble.

the sudden loss of fullness, the sudden gush of everyone’s highs running down your thighs, causing a whiny hiss to leave your lips, as your muscles collapse, making you fall forward towards louis again.

you barely register louis’ question, “are you alright, love” falling on deaf ears, your body simply taking over. arms wrapped around his neck, forehead resting against his, slotting your lips together in a slow, heated kiss.

it felt different. louis couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it was definitely different. it wasn’t sexually charged, it wasn’t excitement, it wasn’t teasing. it was so soft. so fucking soft. and gentle, and smooth, and slow, and loving. it was passionate. and it felt wrong ?

louis’ lips leave yours momentarily, his forehead resting against yours, eyes flicking over to the side, catching niall’s, who’s now sitting next to the both of you, fingertips grazing soothingly along your back.

niall catches his gaze, offering him a small smile, “y’alright ?”

“this feels-“ louis cuts himself off, unsure of how to put it to his best friend. your boyfriend. fuck.

“s’okay,” niall nods, louis quickly cutting him off, “but ni-“ and louis gets cut off by a small chuckle coming from his mate.

“s’alright lou, she needs you right now,” niall murmurs, noticing louis’ eyes close as your lips make their way back to his. “she trusts you, mate,” he continues, “and she loves you tons. and i know you trust and love her too. and you know i do too. m’right here, s’okay.”

and so, with permission from his best mate, louis lets himself fall into it. lets himself take advantage of this time with you. lets himself feel some of the emotions he’s tucked very far away, under lock and key. lets his fingers map out every inch of your skin. lets his lips eagerly suck up the tenderness of the moment. lets his tongue smooth over your tiny squeaks.

without taking much notice, your hips started to grind slow circles, still seated comfortably on louis’ cock.

“can’t possibly want more,” niall murmurs next to you, shamelessly enjoying the view, noticing the movement in your hips.

“s’nice,” you answer, lips ghosting louis’ own, as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, holding you into position, halting your movements.

“i can’t lovely,” he whispers, his forehead resting against your own, eyes peering into yours as he speaks, “m’sorry, s’too much.”

he notices the slight disappointment etch itself into your features. a look on your face, he never wants to see again. especially knowing he’s the cause. so he kisses over the edges of your lips, turning them back up. kisses over the small patch of skin between your eyebrows, lessening the furrows. kisses over the corner of your eyes, relaxing the creases, murmuring as he goes, “beautiful girl, so fucking good for us, you perfect girl.”

“c’mon, pet,” niall whispers, his hands on your hips, helping you lift yourself from your seat on louis’ prick, laying you down comfortably next to him.

louis sits himself up more, looking over your spent body, trying to control the bursting in his heart at the moment he just experienced with you. watching the dips in your skin, all of them etched to his memory from his touchy escapade just minutes ago.

niall’s eyes are zeroed in on your cunt, your legs spread wide, pussy heated, and throbbing, welcoming the cool air in the room, too far gone to be embarrassed.

his mouth waters at the sight, wanting nothing more than to soothe you in a way you both revel in. “can i ?” he mumbles, knowing that you understand what he’s implying. it sure wasn’t the first time.

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding, your body relaxing at the mere thought.

niall notices the questioning glance louis is shooting him, giving him a smirky nod towards your cunt, “s’for comfort. nothing more.” and that’s the only explanation he gives before dipping down, tongue taking a slow, tentative lick through your folds.

a tremor works its way through you, your cunt so overly used. and yet, you couldn’t imagine anything feeling better. it was so soft, so smooth, so sweet, so caring. a stark contrast to the painful sting of pussy spanks, and being stretched and filled more than your body knew possible.

on instinct, your legs spread open wider, hips lifting only slightly in an effort to chase niall’s tongue. “s’my girl,” he murmurs with a smile, taking another soothing lick.

louis watches attentively, swallowing down the tiniest ping of jealousy at the words “my girl,” something else he will tuck away under lock and key and forget about entirely. he does wish to stay sane, and nothing about this random outburst of envious desire screams sanity. he’s never felt that with you or with niall, and he refuses it. he needs to.

“never been one to turn down a taste,” niall hums, pulling louis from his intrusive thoughts. “everything alright tommo ?”

“yeah, yeah, m’fine,” louis smiles, shaking his head, quickly dipping down for a lick, scooping up the most delicious blend of cum he’s ever tasted. he’s starting to think it’s a sign. if the three of you taste so good, it must- no. fuck. fuck, no. it must nothing.

“fuck, i love you,” niall murmurs, leaning over you to press his lips to yours, allowing you a bit of a taste as well. “you’re so fucking good for us.”

“perfect,” louis pipes up, eyes locking with yours for a moment, “she’s fucking perfect.”

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