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[daisyblog]

Too Young

Summary: YN and Louis have known each other since 2010 when YN's twin brother, Harry, was put into a band with Louis and three other boys when they auditioned for The X Factor. But what will happen after one drunken night and a positive pregnancy test?

Faceclaim: Adelaide Kane

TikTok:

Arthur Went Viral A fan made a TikTok of Arthur at Louis and Harry’s shows.

2014:

One Night The night that changed YN and Louis lives.

I Won’t Give Up Louis finds out YN is pregnant at his Mum's wedding.

Protective Harry finds out YN is pregnant, with Louis baby.

2015:

Son YN and Louis welcome their baby.

2016:

Birthday It's Arthur's first birthday.

2023:

Family Louis, YN and Arthur celebrate Christmas and Louis Birthday.

2024:

Olive Louis, YN and Arthur meet Olive.

Birthday Celebrations YN turns 30.

Brother Arthur finds out he’s going to be a brother.

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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.”

Part 5

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[writtenalloverlarry]

Flowers in Italy

Read it on AO3. Written for @bhficfest

Louis Tomlinson was only looking for a quick summer fling. He certainly doesn't believe in love and that's also not what he's looking for. A summer in Italy changes everything. When he meets the boy with flowers in his hair, he might just start believing in love. - As Harry and Louis meet again under different circumstances, their story takes a different turn. A summer romance gone wrong. Or maybe right?

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

[dreaminrainbows]

I'm trouble with you

“Harry,” Louis says in a soft voice, ”in less than a year you'll probably move out and I need to know now, I need to know tonight if I'm going to lose you forever. I'm done guessing!” He says demanding, but soft, his voice low and almost trembling. Harry's whole body is shaking. All of the feelings he tried to bury with studying, alcohol and weed, or sex are coming to the surface now and he can't deal with that. Can't deal with Louis sounding like he is actually afraid Harry is not going to be in his life. Because if Louis is afraid of losing Harry it means that he cares and Harry cannot deal with Louis caring. Every single illusion he's built in his mind of painting Louis as the bad guy will crash down along with all his resolve and walls and he cannot (!) have that. or the friends to enemies to lovers aka idiots to lovers aka they just don't talk until they FINALLY do

Part of @omegaharryfest

[sunshineandlyrics]

📝 🎼 Louis the Songwriter

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Hey bee! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is in 1D and she gets in a water fight with Liam and Louis and one of them accidentally throws a security guards hot coffee on her?

A/N: Thank you for the request! Idk if this is what you were hoping for but it was super fun to write. I did it quickly, so hopefully it's good and hopefully you enjoy it.

Warnings: Some explicit language, water fights, thrown beverages

"I don' think I wanna be a par' of this…"

"Don' ya dare bail on me now." You whisper through gritted teeth, giving Zayn as intimidating of a scowl as you possibly can. "They soaked me on stage. I need payback. And I need your help to do it."

Your friend and fellow bandmate rolls his eyes, followed by a quick shake of his head, crouching down behind the racks of clothes in the boys' dressing room.

Footsteps become audible, and you begin to settle into your spot, readying yourself for the plan you are determined to execute.

You can make out the mumbles of both Louis and Liam, the ones who you hope will think twice about including you, unwillingly, in their onstage water fights.

You jump up, being met with wide eyes and shocked expressions as a sarcastically evil expression pops through your facial features.

"This is for last night!" You shout, chucking half a bottle of water towards each boy, watching as their shock grows even more.

"You lil shit!" Louis yelps, squinting his eyes to avoid the water irritating them, but also to glare in your direction.

"Karma is a bitch, Tommo."

"Well, so am I!" He exclaims, swiveling around to the nearby table and grabbing the closest water bottle he can get his hands on.

"No, no, no. M'sorry." You immediately state, holding your palms out in surrender as he stalks towards you. "C'mon Louis… ya don' really wanna do this…"

His crooked smile does nothing to ease your worry as you watch Liam begin to grab his own ammunition and join your other mate.

"Payno… boys… le's talk about this, yeah? We…" As you prepare to embarrass yourself by begging them to stop, your calves hit against the edge of the couch, causing your body to fling down onto the cushions. "We… can work something out!"

Liam makes it shoulder to shoulder with Louis, standing right in front of you.

"Don' ya dar-"

Suddenly, the splash of cold water washes over your hair and streams down your face, causing you to squeal in discomfort and the boys to cackle with triumph.

"I can' believe you two idiots!" You exclaim, immediately standing up, pushing past them, and grabbing a couple of bottles for yourself. You stand on the opposite side of them, a small table being the only thing separating you from your opponents. The three of you glare into each other's eyes, all fidgeting with the plastic in your hands. "This is war."

"Bring it on." Liam replies, eyebrows raised with anticipation of your reaction to his threat.

"Le' me leave first!" Zayn pleads, rushing to safety within the doorframe.

"Hello, lovers! What's-" Niall stops next to Zayn and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. "What's… goin'… on…"

"Payback." You quickly state, flickering your gaze to him for only a split second, instantly returning it to the ones across from you.

"Jesus Christ…" He replies. "This'll be fun to watch."

"What will?" You hear Harry ask, not daring to turn his way in fear of the battle beginning while you're not looking.

"Everyone shut up!" Louis shouts, squatting down slightly in preparation.

You take a deep breath and suddenly the sound of the plastic bottles being crushed fills the air. The feeling of water running down your back giving you chills, but your feet swiftly moving around the room helping you to get in some shots of your own

Bottle after bottle is being swiped from the table as the insults and liquid go flying.

"What the hell is going on here?" Someone yells from the doorway, grabbing half of the attention of each of you as you continue to dodge Liam and Louis' attacks.

Your eyes manage to catch a glimpse of John, one of the band's security guards, bolting into the room, quickly placing a cup on the coffee table and maneuvering to grab a hold of whoever he can catch first.

Liam is the first to be stopped, with John pushing him towards the direction of the innocent bystanders.

"Jus' you and me, darling!" Louis proclaims, a mischievous laugh following the comment dripping with sass.

"Don' call me darling, you wanker!" You shout back, running to grab yet another bottle.

You quickly rush past him, spilling about half of the bottle down the back of his shirt, and as he yelps out, you see him twist his way out of John's reach and grab more ammunition from the smaller table.

Louis lunges towards you, throwing his hand out in an attack, and as the liquid hits your arm, a heat penetrates through your jumper.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You scream, grabbing your wounded limb and flopping to the ground.

"Oh don' play victim, love." Louis quips, turning around and displaying an abundance of regret as you begin to wince at the pain. "YN?"

All five boys turn to you, immediately rushing over to your side, and you see John hurry out through the door with his walkie-talkie pressed up against his mouth.

"Bloody hell, Tommo! What did you do?" Liam asks, kneeling down beside you with a hand gently placed on your back.

"I just… I didn't…" He stutters, looking at the ground and bending down to reveal the cup John had put down, before his attempt to end the water fight. It is empty of whatever beverage it had contained and all eyes turn to your jumper, a stain appearing of what smells like coffee. "Shit! YN! M'so sorry!"

"Ge' your jumper off." Harry states, his eyes full of concern as he stares at the spot you're grabbing onto.

"What?"

"So it doesn' injure you more." He replies, nodding down as if to encourage you to grab the hem.

"Umm… m'only wear-... wearin' a bra underneath…" You utter, watching as the expression of each boy turns into one of awkward uncertainty. They've seen you in that predicament before, but usually during a quick change. The close proximity now makes this situation a bit too intimate for everyone's comfort level.

"Hold on." Liam states, jumping up and striding over to the closest rack of clothes, swiping the first t-shirt he sees, and making his way back to you. He tosses it over, and each boy twists around in a slightly different direction while you remove your wet top and immediately replace it with the clean, dry one.

"Alright." You mumble, watching as the five of them turn back to you.

Louis glances over your attire and you look down to see that the article of clothing now on your body is actually his. Ironic.

"Serves me right I s'pose." He chuckles under his breath. "YN, m'really sorry."

"S'alright." You quietly respond, dropping your gaze to the floor, displaying sadness, pain, and a mild amount of embarrassment.

"Come 'ere." He states, his arms stretched towards you to offer an embrace. You scoot on your knees, inching a little closer to him, and wrap one arm around him. He gives you a little squeeze, and as he pulls back, you bring your other arm around him, causing him to lean back in to prolong the hug.

"Guess we were both right." You utter in his ear, keeping a hold on your bandmate.

"Bout what?"

The hand you last reached around him lifts over his head and turns down, pouring the contents of a bottle you had been hiding at your side, waiting for the right moment to exact your revenge.

"Karma is a bitch." You laugh, letting go and pulling back to see him frantically wipe the water from his face. "And so are you."

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[so-idialed-9]

Could listen to Louis say WHAAAAT?! like that forever: twitter

Fans - "Do you like my top?" (Says 'doing it the Tommo way')

Louis - Uhhh...cool, yeah.

Fans - "He hates them." "Yeah he does!"

Louis - Whaaat?! I can hear you, you know, my ears fucking work!

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Family Ties.

(y/n) tomlinson was the second oldest tomlinson sibling, with her older brother louis, being the oldest, she was currently as of 2024 at the gorgeous age of twenty-nine.

being a member of a family that was known around the world because she had a famous brother who was in one of biggest boy bands in the world, her sisters being influencers, her life was most of the time always in the news.

back in 2010, she first met the future love of her life, the one and only mr harry edward styles, she was fifteen, he was sixteen, at first the two of them were friends, but then as they grew older sparks flew, there first proper date occurred in 2012, when they went to an italian restaurant and that’s when the whole world found out the truth.

her brother wasn’t really mad, louis knew that harry was a good guy, and that he would treat her accordingly, and so there relationship only seemed to bloom from then on.

authors note - ahhh, im so excited for this little universe, best friends brother is defo one of my favourites, so please enjoy this and let me know what you all think 💗

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[louisisworthit]

tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve — @louisisworthit/padfootyoudog (ao3)

“Louis, what are your thoughts?” asks Prince Harry.

It would almost be shocking to be asked a direct question, if the prince did not somehow surprise him daily. Unfortunately, Louis’ mind is blank. He’s been trying not to pay attention, the subject too distasteful and the potential for damage too real for him to ponder for long.

“I have none, my lord,” says Louis. No one dares snicker, for even though Louis is not significant to them, he is significant to the prince, loathe as he is to admit it.

The prince huffs out a laugh. “If only,” he says. Louis suppresses a scowl.

*

Doncaster loses the war, and Louis is the prize.

[hl-obsessed]

I'll knock at your door, it will save me from calling

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| Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik & Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne |

written for @zaynsalbumsficfest for the song "Good years"

Summary:

Louis hears "Good Years" for the first time. Harry is there to pick up the pieces.

or

Zayn makes some questionable choices. Louis makes some long awaited moves.

Sometimes heart broken all over again is the first step to healing and making everything right again.

[daisyblog]

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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[muserryy]

LATE NIGHT CALLS

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It's 1.30 am. Another lonely night drags on as you toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep. for the last 15 minutes you tried to relax by closing your eyes but you just feel restless. In desperation, you decide to call the only person who would understand and comfort you right now. your boyfie, harry.

You place your phone to your ear after calling on his number, knowing he's usually up late. but just in case he's not you just hope. Two rings and you bite down a smile finally hearing his voice on the other end.

"where are you?"

"Where do you think I would be in the middle of the night, miss y/n?" he asks playfully, you can tell by his voice he wasn't asleep.

"I mean, what are you doing?" you correct with a laugh as you notice the sound of papers rustling from his end, as if he is shuffling through pages of a book and then a quiet thud. He'd just closed his book as if he could already sense this won't be a brief convo.

"I could ask you the same thing… Why are you still up so late? isn't it past your bedtime?"

"yeah.. I can't sleep."

"hmm, well i was going to sleep soon." you make a quiet sound in response. "What's keeping you up? Are you hungry?"

"maybe… I don't know, but now you'll have to stay up with me." you hear him chuckle as you twirl your finger on your stomach. you can't stop smiling to yourself. To be honest your stomach feels a little empty, but your emotions are a little mixed because you're not sure exactly what you need right now.

"Why don't you try and eat something and see if it helps, hm?" he spins on his chair, biting his pen between his teeth as he waits for your response.

"I don't feel like getting up…"

"c'mon honey… you should take care of yourself." you sigh, curling up on the bed as his words sink in. "I will stay on the phone with you, if that's what you want." Now that's better.

"Okay, imma go find something to eat then." you grin, getting up, and paddle to the door with your phone to your ear as you walk to the kitchen. "Okay I'm here…"

"good, keep updating me." he smiles, he likes it when you listen to him.

"alright… let's check the fridge first, though I know there's nothing left in there." he remains silent while you open the fridge and then close. He hears your huff.

"so, I assume the fridge is empty."

"It is." you murmur. "I had some chips left but I don't remember where I'd put them." you check the cabinets, and find a pack of biscuits which you don't feel like eating. You close it back and check another one.

"you're such a cute mess, aren't you?" he laughs slightly.

You flush and you're somewhat thankful he can't see it even though he knows how you react to his words. "Are you gonna do something now??"

"What do you want me to do, darling? all I can do right now is listen to you."

Another huff from you was heard. Your eyes are scanning the kitchen while he continues to speak on call. Your gaze falls on the basket that is on the top of the refrigerator. you bring it down and there they are.

"Found itt!" you hear a "good" from him as you pick the already open packet and by the weight you can tell only few are left. "but that's just a few."

"Now don't say that… a few chips are better than no chips at all."

"heyy don't talk to me like that." you say as you pop a chip into your mouth. he chuckles, thinking how you get embarrassed so fast.

"I didn't mean it that way. I'm just happy you're going to eat something." you hmm in response to him as you start munching the chips quietly. "and make sure you drink plenty of water too... it will help you sleep." you hum again while eating.

"What were you doing though?" you ask him.

The conversation goes on as he tells you he was studying before you called him. you move back to your bed but not before having some water like he said. you snuggle back down, pulling the covers over your body while you both keep talking about anything. mostly him as he chatter away telling you about some random things that happened recently. This continued for another hour.

You just listen to his voice and respond whenever you can but for the most part you just hum. You start yawning and sighing tiredly at some point.

"sleepy?" he asks.

"no," you reply, though you sound drowsy. "stay on for a few more minutes… plwase…" He smiles to himself, finding the moment very endearing. He continues to talk but now slightly in whispers for you. Your eyelids are heavy and are slowly closing and moments after you're too drowsy- to even speak a full sentence- when he calls your name to check if you're asleep.

"y/n?" his voice deep with a soft tone. "Are you falling asleep, sweet?"

you muster another sleepy murmur, telling him to stay on the line and he hasn't stopped smiling for the past few minutes. your grip loosen on your phone.

"don't worry…I'll be right here until you're fully asleep." He stays on the call, the whole time until you fall asleep completely. when he tries and speaks to you again, there's no response.

He hears the faint sound of your breathing as you drift into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of him calling your name and whispering sweet nothings to you, knowing he's still there for you, even if it's by phone.

"Good night, honey."

[justmeinatree]

05 - Woke Up Still Dreaming

Summary : Part 5 to Let Passion Get Too Much … niall x louis x reader threesome

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, choking, double penetration, spitting, spanking, subspace

Word Count : 7k

A/N : this chapter takes place hours after THIS EXTRA - it’s not absolutely necessary to read although it may answer a few questions as to how their relationship seemed to jump so quickly !

GIFs : unknown - msg for credit

louis isn’t sure the exact thing that woke him up. whether it be the soft pecks of your lips against his, or the quiet, melodic calling of his name, or your nails gently scratching at his scalp. what ever it was, he couldn’t complain in the slightest. 

that is, until he cracks his eyes open, the soft golden glow of early morning streaming through niall’s sheer white curtains. it was much too early. too fucking early for people that didn’t get to sleep until sometime past 4am. “time s’it, love,” louis croaks, his eyes fluttering shut again.

a small giggle leaves your lips, a happy, playful, sweetness to it, one that’s reserved for those early hours, one that louis is tucking away as a core memory because it was just so damn cute. “just about 7am,” you whisper, pecking over his bottom lip again.

“christ, darling, ya couldn’t wait a bit ?” he groans quietly, his hands scrubbing at his eyes, almost painfully, pulling himself from sleep.

“i really hope you like morning sex,” you murmur, nibbling against his lip now, pulling his mouth open just enough for your tongue to slip through, and lick against his own, pulling a quiet breathy moan from him.

“you have full permission to smack me if i ever turn down an offer from you,” he hums, as you throw your thigh over his waist, his hands falling on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

“you’re sappy in the morning,” you giggle, breathing against his lips, before dipping back in for more kisses. 

he breathes a laugh against your lips, letting himself get lost in the kiss, his hands exploring your body, finding that you’d stripped down your pants at some point, currently only wearing panties and a thin tank top. 

one hand rounds down your hip, over your bum, and up your thigh to your knee, holding your leg in place over his hips, his other hand settled right on your ass, squeezing.

you groan, shuffling impossibly closer to him, in search of any sort of friction. “and you’re needy in the morning,” louis hums, trying to hold you down, trying to wake up, trying to keep up. but his brain was always a little fuzzy with you, and well he’s barely slept, and throw in last night’s admissions, and your cunt is dangerously close to finding out that he’s already quite hard. and really, he just needs to breathe.

“c’mon, darling, slow down,” louis whispers against your lips, “we have all the time in the world,” he adds, hoping that the prospect of lengthy, lazy, slow early morning sex would win you over. 

but instead, he’s met with a disgruntled groan, and a shake of your head, teeth sinking into the plushness of his bottom lip, “m’already going slow,” you speak, actions contradicting your words as your hips grind down again, harder, a bit faster, your clit colliding with the hard tip of his prick.

a smirk pulls at your lips, shaking your head again, although more playfully this time, pulling away from his mouth to lock eyes with him, a silent conversation between the two of you. 

and a moment later, your thigh was off his hips, your hands on the waistband of his pants, pulling them clean off his legs, boxers following suit just as quickly. in your rush to get onto him, you’d almost forgotten your panties, something you’re thankful that louis catches. his hands fall delicately on your hips, thumbs tickling your skin, still making any sort of effort to slow you down, even if just a little bit.

louis slowly glides his hands, fingers splayed out, selfishly trying to touch as much of you as possible, bringing your thin panties down your legs in the process. he notices the tremor run through your body, following his hands, an eruption of goosebumps left behind in their wake. he watches the sticky line of your arousal still attached from your pussy to your panties, thinning out the more he pulls them down. he feels like he’s looking at someone almost ethereal, with the way the golden glimmer of morning sun makes your skin glow, makes your arousal glisten, it takes his breath away. he really doesn’t think he’s ever been this lucky.

as soon as your panties were off, you threw yourself onto him, louis landing back onto the mattress with a soft thud, your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him, elbows supporting yourself on the mattress, above louis’ shoulders, your hands buried in his hair. 

instantly, your lips are back on his, grinding yourself down over his bare length. your cunt was soaked, slit spread over his cock, gliding effortlessly with every roll of your hips.

your fingers were wrapped tightly into louis’ hair, gripping at the roots, his nails leaving deep indents in the skin of your hips, as a particular roll of your hips made the tip of his cock press up into your clit one moment, getting caught on your entrance the next. 

neither of you were quite sure how it happened, especially without the use of hands, but louis’ hips had lifted clean off the bed, taking you along with him, cock pressed snuggly against you, and with your pussy absolutely drenched, his length painfully hard, the angle just right, he was sinking inside you.

your mouth falls open, breath knocked clean out of your lungs, forehead falling forward onto louis’, eyes rolled back as you struggle to catch your breath. 

a soft groan grumbles deep in his chest, his hands pressing into your hips, holding you, trapping you down onto him, his prick seethed deep inside you, not letting you move an inch. he could feel you splitting open for him, could feel you spasming around his cock, could feel you desperately trying to move. and if he let you, he was instantly going to cum. and he was not about to let that happen. not when he’d just gotten you back onto him. 

in an effort to distract himself, one of his hands leaves you, blindly swatting in the space occupied by niall, eventually colliding with his head, leaving a series of small smacks.

but he’s met with nothing more than an annoyed grumble from niall, and a few laughable swats back in his sleepy state. louis rolls his eyes, gripping hard into niall’s hair, giving a sharp tug.

“fuckin hell,” niall quips, “what do you wan-“ he cuts himself off as he finally turns his head, eyes peaking open, taking in the scene in front of him, a soft, sleepy, sighing chuckle escaping his lips.

“one of those mornings, pet ?” niall murmurs, every bit of malice in his tone completely wiped away, giving louis the impression that morning sex is clearly a definite regular occurence. 

niall’s fingertips reach out for your arm, gliding up and down softly, soothingly. you whimper against louis’ lips, nodding your head to niall’s question, your pussy clenching particularly hard at the tickling smoothness of his fingers on your warmed skin. louis lets out a whimpery moan, one he couldn’t hold in, even if he’d tried, the grip on his prick so unexpected, his teeth biting into your lip.

niall eyes the both of you, unable to see your hips under the blanket, his eyes settling on you, “y’already sitting on him, petal ?” he asks softly, hooking his finger under your chin, making louis’ teeth slip from its grip on your lip, forcing you to look up at him.

“mhmm,” you nod, as best you can with a finger holding your chin, feeling the soft press of niall’s lips against the tip of your nose, breathing quietly, “really missed him didn’t you ?”

you were nodding again, tilting your head back to reach for niall’s lips, his falling on yours effortlessly. almost like the pull of magnets. his large hand falls on your jaw, thumb spread out to rub on the apple of your cheek, right below your eye, his pinky splayed out on your neck.

he takes his time enjoying the kiss, before pulling away from you slightly, eyes flicking over to louis, nodding his head for him to lift himself from the mattress, which he does swiftly, connecting their lips as well. 

you watch them take a moment for themselves, niall’s hand holding louis from the nape of his neck, before pulling away, and sitting himself back on his calves. you and louis could both see that he had a plan working in his brain, one that you were both about to question when you feel the press of niall’s hand against the middle of your back, forcing you and louis back into your original position. and then, he disappears under the blankets. 

you were left more confused, until niall grips onto louis’ hands, placing them on your bum, his fingers reaching down to where your ass met your thighs, niall making him grip into you, spreading you open. 

the next thing louis is made aware of, is a loud moan breathed onto his lips, your cunt spasming around him, “christ, what’s he doing to you, darling ?”

but you couldn’t answer, your head was spinning, niall’s tongue flicking hard against your hole, exposed to him thanks to louis’ grip. and just as quickly as he’d started, he was pulling away. you whined, stuffing your face into louis’ neck, noting the breath leaving him, his head tipping back, breathy “oh fuck,” leaving his parted lips as his back curls slightly. your eyebrows furrow, lifting your head from the comfort of louis’ neck, giving him a questioning glance, “what’s he doing ?”

“he’s got-“ louis starts, cutting himself off, niall giving a particularly hard suck around the testicle sitting in his mouth. louis is panting, his head absolutely swimming, the feeling intensifying when niall’s hands join louis’ on your lower bum, forcing you to start riding him. slowly. so fucking slowly. he felt borderline delirious, and he fucking loved it. christ, maybe he was going to regret wanting things slow. 

the way louis’ cock was rolling into you, the way it was so fucking smooth, the way it felt like he was impaling you, his tip pressing into your sweet spot deliciously, steadily, heavily. your brain was flying, body trembling from the languid strokes of his dick along your inner walls, unable to move much more than what niall was controlling.

niall pops off louis, flattening his tongue, timing his actions just as he makes you slowly rise, thrusts still deliriously paced, taking a long lick from the base of louis’ cock, up to your hole, flicking your ring of muscles again.

both you and louis moan out loudly, his fingers digging into your bum harder, your face picking itself up from the comforts of his neck to smash your lips against his, panting against his mouth. you were a whimpery, whiny, trembling mess. louis struggling not to buck up hard into you, fighting within himself since the scene was just so fucking good as is. 

it’s a rhythm niall’s taken an obvious liking to, his tongue working in tandem with the thrusts he was implementing, licking up louis’ cock just as you pull up, tongue falling onto your sensitive hole as you sit back down on louis’ prick. 

he was losing his fucking mind. louis was sure of it. he’s not sure he’s ever felt such, such- christ even he’s not so sure there’s a word for it. but it’s got his toes curling, and his fingers gripping, and his back arching, and his head tipping back, even his fucking eyes were rolling. 

and niall noticed. was not about to let this happen so soon. not when he was enjoying this so fucking much. loved all the noises he was able to pull from the two of you. loved all the body tremors. the pure neediness seeping out of the both of you. 

so on the next lift of your hips, niall pulls you clean off louis’ prick, hearing the sharp inhale from you, and the loudly desperate groan from louis, his fingers almost ripping at your skin. your nails dug deep into louis’ scalp, cunt clenching over nothing, a small spurt of liquid squirting from your pussy, getting both louis’ cock and niall’s face.

niall never, in a million years, thought he’d be lunging mouth first at someone’s cock, but he guesses life is meant to surprise you. watching louis’ length dripping with both your arousal and your squirt was all he needed for his brain to go blank, and for his body to take over without thought. 

his mouth sinks down on louis’ dick, as best he can considering he’s never done anything remotely close to this before, sucking up as much of your taste as he can, revelling in the heady, musty mix of louis’ flavour. 

one of louis’ hands shoots out to grip niall’s hair, tugging hard, “fuckin christ, this isn’t gonna stop me cumming, mate.”

niall breathes a chuckle as he slides off of louis’ prick, “know i love to taste, can’t help myself,” he hums, feigning innocence, taking a few more licks and another bob of his mouth for good measure. and with his eyes zeroed in on your dripping entrance, he helps himself to a quick lap of his tongue, before sliding louis’ cock back inside you. 

you moan out loud, your face falling into louis’ neck again, mouthing at his stubbly jaw, his head tipping back to give you more access. he was panting, his hand leaving niall’s hair, falling back onto your bum.

niall catches the small twitches in louis’ fingers, the restlessness of his legs, somehow understanding exactly what he’s silently asking, niall tapping his fingers against the back of louis’ hand, something they both seem to understand. like a code they’ve never even discussed.

and so louis’ hand leaves the swell of your ass, landing a hard smack, your mouth instantly falling open, breath knocked clear from your lungs, your body curling up slightly, as best as it could in the position you were being held in. 

it seemed to calm louis a bit, the edge taken off, as he fights to release. to hold off. to fucking anything. “kiss me, darling, please” he breathes, trying to reach your mouth, needing something to tether himself to, especially since niall’s started the languid lapping of his tongue again. up and down and up and down, a rhythmic flow that’s driving him absolutely mental, timed with the trusts, and fucking hell he’s never felt so prickly, so tingly, so god damn heated. 

you were trying to kiss him, trying to suckle at his lips, but your jaw kept slacking on its own accord, the kiss somehow turning into more of a panting in each other’s mouths, and you think you were revelling in it. both of you were. in the intimacy of random pecks wherever they may land, sharing breath, sharing moans, and then louis was itching again. needed to do something. needed, needed.

he doesn’t know what kind of primal reaction came over him, he doesn’t even know if his brain was in on it, but your mouth was hanging open, and it was right fucking there, and he just needed to have some kind of control. some kind of something.

the next thing he knew, his head was lifting just slightly to have a more direct angle at you. your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to how he even has the power to lift his head at the moment. that is until his eyes locked on your mouth, spit flying onto your tongue. 

your eyes flutter shut, whimpery moan breathed out, pulling his head closer to yours, foreheads resting together. you swallow quickly, panting quietly, “again,” your jaw slacking, tongue sticking out, another dribble of saliva smacking onto your tongue. and you were cumming.

louis’ eyes roll back, his body falling onto the mattress, fingernails dug so deep into your ass, the clench of your orgasm so tight. too tight. fuck, he can’t. he’s not sure this was exactly his plan, but his grip was so rough, he pulled you clean off of him, another rush of liquid gushing from you. 

and when louis feels it splashing over his prick, he can’t help but cum as well.

niall’s eyes go wide, mouth falling on louis’ prick instantly, sucking and swallowing down every spurt enthusiastically. he’s really always loved to taste. 

louis moans loudly, back arching, lifting you with him, his hands finally leaving your poor bruised bum, gliding up your back, holding you to him tightly, hips lifting in a quick thrust, tip hitting the back of niall’s throat. 

the gagging. fuck, it’s so tight around his prick again. from your clenching cunt to niall’s spasming throat. louis is seriously going to lose his mind. very soon. he needed to calm down, needed to ground himself somehow. christ, he felt like he was high. high on nothing but the two of you.

niall pops off louis’ cock, taking another smooth lick at your weepy cunt, before wiggling his way out of the blankets, taking in the state of both of you since he’d started his ministrations. 

he’s not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t quite this level of fucked out for the both of you. a smirk can’t help but pull at his lips, almost proud of himself for being able to render you both into a puddle of goo in the middle of his bed. a scene he’ll definitely store under lock and key, the golden streams of sunlight filtering through his billowing curtains, the window cracked from last night. goosebumps littering both you and louis, the glimmering rays making you both glisten with sweat, chests panting, eyes heavy. he’s never seen something so beautiful.

he reaches out to run his fingertips along your exposed back, up and over louis’ arm, to his shoulder. “feeling good ?” he murmurs quietly, the moment feeling incredibly soft, not wanting to disrupt the fairly soundless moment. 

louis smiles, his head rolling heavily towards niall, nodding, breathing out a “yeah,” his eyes shining. fucking shining at him. and niall thinks his heart actually bursts.

and then he catches the soft crinkles by your eyes, telltale sign that you were smiling, something he could tell even if your face was mostly hidden in louis’ shoulder. that is, until you raise your head to properly look at niall, and god fucking christ, he’s not sure what he’s done to have his two favourite people look at him like he’s actually hung each star in the sky, one by one, just for them, but he’s soaking this moment in. has to. his eyes flicking from yours to louis’, drinking you both in. 

he leans down on his elbow, laying sideways next to the both of you, pecking oh so gently over your lips, revelling in the softness of the moment. niall spends a moment getting lost in your mouth, before turning his attention to a very patient louis, landing a deep, slow kiss to his lips as well. 

it’s when niall stretches a bit to go from your mouth to louis’, that his rock hard prick bumps into your hip, and you realize how neglected his cock must feel.

you sit yourself up, your bum rested against louis’ thighs, looking down at niall’s tented boxers. you bite your lip when you note the wet patch, dribbles of precum staining a small spot right at his tip. he looked painfully hard. so much so, that you really feel bad for him. 

niall pulls away from louis when he’s noticed that you’ve shifted, both of them looking over at you questioningly. that is, until louis notes that you’re staring right at the tent in niall’s briefs, “we’re not done,” he chuckles, taking a long look himself, before smirking up at niall.

“can take a break if ya need,” niall hums, “both look tired.”

but there’s some sort of awakening, some sort of adrenaline running through your veins, as you and louis lock eyes with a mischievous glint in your gazes. so louis decides to follow niall’s lead from earlier, landing his hand in the middle of his chest, making niall lay back onto the bed, stripping him of his boxers, spreading his thighs open wide.

you and louis get yourselves situated between niall’s legs, louis going in for the first lick, his tongue flat, almost slightly wrapped around niall’s girth, stroking its way up his shaft, flicking over the tip. 

the moment louis’ tongue lost contact with niall’s cock, your tongue was on him, doing the same thing louis was, taking a long lick from base to tip. 

you kept trading off, treating niall’s prick like a popsicle, licking up the dribbles on a hot summer day, swirling around, sucking along, nipping lightly, flicking expertly. and niall was losing himself. not just in the feel, but in the opportunity to watch the both of you between his legs, watch you both licking over his length like you were fuckin starved for it. it had him panting, groaning, whining, toes curling, struggling to keep his eyes from falling, not wanting to miss a single second, reaching down to grip each of you, tugging on your roots.

“fuckin luckiest guy in the world,” he breathes quietly, more to himself, but it doesn’t go unnoticed to either of you, louis’ gaze flicking up to niall’s with a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

“let me have a minute, love ?” louis murmurs, gaze returned to you, having a silent conversation, something he was getting good at with both you and niall, assuming the inclined physical and emotional contact having a hand in the matter. 

he waits until your tongue’s flicked over niall’s tip, his mouth opening wide and sliding down his length, throat giving way effortlessly until his nose is pressed tight around niall’s lower belly. 

“fuckin hell,” niall hisses, his grasp on louis’ hair tightening exponentially, back curling, panting along with the sucking of his mouth, the stroking of his tongue, the constricting of his throat. 

louis lets himself enjoy a few bobs of his head, pulling off niall’s cock, watching you lick up the mix of spit and dribbles of precum, dripping their way down his shaft.

“can’t tell me it’s your first time,” niall breathes a chuckle, blinking back to reality as he catches his breath, enjoying the soft licks you were providing as a way to calm himself a bit. 

“no idea what you were missing on bus one, mate,” louis laughs, his breath hitting niall’s prick, making a shiver run through him.

“wha-“ niall’s head shoots up to look at louis properly, watch him take a few licks himself, “never told me that, ya fucker. you and-“ he’s cut off by louis’ hand smacking over his mouth, with a shake of his head, a small smile pulling at his lips, “s’like 8 lifetimes ago, ni. just glad the practice paid off,” he giggles, pulling his hand away, joining you again. 

niall hums quietly, letting his head fall back, letting himself get lost in the feel of both of you again. the scene in front of him was like one from a dream. the best fucking dream he’s ever had. it’s an image he’d never get tired of, that he knows for sure. his prick standing tall, tongues fighting for a chance to stroke him impossibly harder, mouths falling onto him, sucking his cock down. he was in heaven, he was sure of it. he’d never felt better, more satiated, more powerful, more blessed. 

hell, there was even something about just watching the two of you, the connection you both seemed to have, the little glances you’d steal, the way your tongues would mend together whenever the opportunity arises.

even the moments where you and louis would get a little too lost in each other, tongues too busy stroking over one another, sucking on each other, had niall in a chokehold. it made his heart burst in ways he could never explain. almost like something clicking in his brain. like adding louis to the mix somehow made everything even better. christ, he never thought it could get better, it was already perfect. he doesn’t quite know what’s better than perfect, but he’s sure he’s standing in it right now.

but the more he was watching, the more his skin began prickling, itching for more. he was heated, held on the edge of blissful pleasure, never quite enough to bring him right to where he was so desperately craving. 

“petal,” niall whispers, his fingers leaving your hair to stroke down the side of your face, down your cheek to your jaw, giving a little rub along your chin to really grab your attention.

when your gaze flicks from louis’ to look up at niall, you can see it. see the desperation seeping out of him. it also seemed like the moment that your brain kicked in, noting that he’s been getting increasingly fidgety, something that made you crawl up his body, letting louis take the reigns again, his mouth sinking down on niall’s length.

“what’s wrong, ni ?” you hum softly, nose bumping against his, as he gasps, louis obviously taking great care of him as you check in.

his mouth closes around your bottom lip, whimpering quietly, nipping at your skin, “how are you feeling, love ?” he questions breathily, holding you tightly against him. 

and you knew exactly what he wanted, what he was truly asking with that question, something that made your lips quirk up into a smile, nodding happily. you knew he wanted your cunt, wanted to check that you were okay to do so. wanted to be wrapped by your smooth inner walls, tight and absolutely drenched, just for him. “want to, want you,” you clarify, pressing your body closer to his, tongues mingling together, a loud groan echoing in your mouth, shooting straight down to your pussy, silently thanking louis and whatever he was doing.

“c’mere you,” niall mumbles, tugging on louis’ hair, growing ever more desperate for more. just fucking more. he’s kept the pace slow all this time, and although morning sex usually screams this type of momentum, he’s fucking breaking.

with a loud, wet pop, louis’ mouth leaves niall’s dick, coming up to press a chaste kiss to niall’s jaw as he lays next to him, “feeling good there nialler ?” 

“too good,” niall laughs softly, “need mo-“ he cuts himself off with a hiss, feeling your pussy open up and slide right down his length, hands shooting out to grip your hips bruisingly. “fucking hell, pet,” he gasps, back arching off the bed, “warn a lad, will ya ?”

he’s met with nothing more than a giggle from you, followed by a satisfied hum, biting on your bottom lip, hips starting to grind back and forth, forward and backwards.

niall groans loudly, his eyes fluttering shut, helping you keep up the rhythm you’ve created, “that’s it, pretty girl. fuck, that’s it,” he mewls, breathing deeply, almost purring as he does so. the spasming of your cunt, squeezing his cock tightly, almost sucking him in, dripping down his thighs with your arousal, it was enough to send niall spinning. this is exactly what he’d been waiting for.

watching your head tip back, your jaw slack, feeling his prick bob heavily back and forth inside you, pressing into your sweet spot with every rut of your hips, sensitive little button grinding over his lower abdomen, you were blissed out as well. you could feel both of their eyes on you, brain too fuzzy to really care, your hips keeping up their rhythm, panting into the air, hands gripped into niall’s forearms.

his head slowly turns to the side, eyes blinking up at louis, “c’mon, don’t be shy.”

louis’ not sure he’s ever seen niall look quite so fucked out. his eyes were heavy, breathing shallowed, muscles jittering. a stark contrast for the lad that usually has everything under control. and you. fuck, you were like something right out of a movie. you were glowing in the morning light, face tipped back in pure ecstasy, beads of sweat running down in the valley of your breasts. he was in awe of you. both of you. plus, he’s always been fascinated by your connection…

“s’it weird if i just watch for a bit ?” he finds himself asking, figuring if there’s anyone he knows that won’t look at him like he’s actually a sick fuck, it’s the two of you. and it’s not that sick really, is the frustrating part, but anyways.

thankfully, he’s met with a large smile spreading across your face, niall’s breath hitching, groaning, “think she likes that idea,” having felt the clench of your cunt at the mere thought of a spectator. 

“yeah ?” louis coos, tongue darting out for a quick lick between your breasts, unable to help himself at a little taste of you again. 

“mhmm,” you shudder, a shiver running through your body, niall’s grip on you tightening, pussy trembling on him, in time with your tremors. 

“and what about you ?” louis asks, turning his attention to niall, face hovering a bit over his, looking over his features.

“just don’t want you feeling weird about any of it,” niall whispers, wanting to check in on him. he knows how jealous louis can get, and he’s been kicking himself for not checking on him more. he’s not going to let it happen again. with one hand leaving your hip, his fingertips gently stroke over louis’ forearm in comfort.

but louis’ shaking his head, and leaning down to peck at niall’s lips, “i want this, want to see how strong you two are, how fucking hot you two are without me,” he chuckles, “seriously, just wanna see how it is, what it is i’m striving for with you guys.”

and niall thinks for a moment, that something’s clicked in louis’ brain as well. without much of a second thought beyond that, his fingers are leaving louis’ arm, reaching out for his jaw, pulling him in for a proper kiss.

you watch them interact, feeling the twitches in niall’s hips as you notice louis’ tongue stroking his, notice the flutters in niall’s stomach muscles as louis grips his hair tighter. hear the little grunts leaving louis’ chest as niall sucks on his tongue. fuck, it was getting you off. 

niall could feel it, could feel the telltale way your cunt started clenching. instantly his mouth was pulled away from louis’, hand darting out for your throat, fingers pressing into your skin tightly, “don’t you fucking dare.”

your eyes open wide, fixated on niall’s, as you start panting, trying to calm yourself. you were already going fuzzy, but with the sheer command in niall’s voice, the lack of oxygen to your brain, the complete exhaustion of a sleepless night, your mind was floating, skin was prickling, and you needed to do as he said. another option didn’t seem to exist at the moment.

your hips stilled, as you focus on breathing, body trembling, muscles twitching, slowly regulating yourself, pushing your orgasm at bay, eyes locked on niall’s the entire time, like a form of pure grounding, one that could calm you right down, no matter how commanding the tone was. 

“s’a good girl,” he praises, smiling at you, fingers loosening their grip, index stroking the column of your throat, “such a fuckin good girl,” he coos quietly.

louis was once again, absolutely rock hard, cock standing tall, and christ, he’s only been watching you two for a couple of minutes. he’d never seen something so god damn hot. he’s watched his fair share of porn, but nothing came close to being privy to this.  

niall could tell the moment your eyes opened, the moment the shift happened, with his hand wrapped around your throat, could tell how far you were floating. he pushes himself up into a sitting position, pecking along the side of your neck, your jaw, your ear, murmuring, “m’gonna take over, pet. can you give me a colour ?”

he was patient about it, coaxing an answer out of you with every delicate kiss, until he heard the breathy, satiated, comfortable puff, “green.”

and there was the shift in niall, quickly pulling you off your comfortable seat that is his prick, positioning you like a rag doll. your pliancy in these moments was something niall was always grateful for, folding you over so that your face and chest were pressed into the mattress, lifting your hips high into the air.

instantly, his cock was nestled back into you, making you gasp loudly, arms stretching out above you, hands gripped tightly into the sheets, tugging as niall’s hips pull back slowly, impaling you the next moment, feeling his dick so fucking deep inside you. he does it a few more times, before picking up the pace, hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place.

your ears were ringing so loudly, you weren’t all too sure what sounds were coming out of you, nor did you have half the mind to care, but if you focus enough, you can pick up your whiny moans, and breathy gasps. your face was being pressed into the sheets below you, niall’s palms pressed into the swell of your ass, fingers gripping, using it as a hold on you, hips held in place.

“left some marks, tommo,” niall grunts between thrusts, your bum pulled up by his hold, splatter of bruises all over the underside of your cheeks, a mix of fingerprints and scratches littering your skin.

louis turns over on the bed, feet now aimed up above your head, laying on his side, supported by his elbow, peeking over and noticing the dark blue and purple pattern, bright red, slightly raised scratches. he’s not sure how to feel. his hand reaches out instinctually, fingertips delicately lining up with some of the bruises, almost as if needing to confirm for himself that it was, indeed, his own hand. 

he feels the pure hot heat coming off of your skin, making him flinch lightly, pulling his hand away, “fuck, m’sorry, darling. did i hurt you ?”

but he’s met with nothing more than niall’s hand falling on his shoulder, shaking his head, “ask her that later,” he groans, biting his lip, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, “she- fuck, she can’t answer that right now.”

it’s moments like these that louis’ learned to make a solid mental note about. he’s learning. learning you. how to be with you, how to care for you, how to grow the bond. 

“she’s fine though,” niall fills in, swatting fairly hard, right where louis left the worst of the bruises, a loud guttural groan punctured from your lungs, grip in the sheets tightening, nails close to ripping through the fabric. your chest presses harder against the bed, bum lifting on its own accord, in an effort to search for more, pushing itself into niall’s hand, almost obediently so.

niall chuckles breathily, biting his lip for a moment as he takes a deep breath through his nose, “fuckin perfect girl,” he curses, landing another spank, on the same side, over the same spot. 

you mewled, your back arching impossibly more, surely a move that would cause you pain later, right as another quick smack falls on your bum, this time on the other side. a move that makes you almost purr, legs trembling, one of your hands pulling down, tucking your arm under your face in comfort, elbow bumping into louis on the way.

it’s the first time you realize he’s so close, eyes blinking open, noting his thighs, his prick fairly close to your face, still watching where niall’s cock is disappearing inside you. without much thought, your mouth opens, taking his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling.

louis gasps loudly, a quick moan following his initial shock, niall’s eyes opening and falling on your mouth, wrapped around louis’ cock. niall quickly lands a hard smack against your ass, your jaw slackening, wailing around louis’ length.

“did i fuckin tell you to do that ?” niall growls, watching you instantly slide off his shaft, mouth leaving with a pop, and a small whine.

he reaches down, grasping your hair, pulling you up onto your knees, back pressed to his chest, head falling to his shoulder. it was too heavy for you to hold up anyway. 

niall’s arms wrap themselves around you, tucking his face against your shoulder, holding you tightly to him, hands grasping your breasts, your hips, your arms, unable to get enough of you, taking a moment to drink you in. he takes a big breath in your neck, leaving a series of pecks, eyes flicking over to meet louis’, “c’mere.”

and louis can see it in his eyes, sees that the scene is about to come to an end, something he’s always cued from niall, something he just seems to know, always. so louis slides himself under the two of you, his cock so painfully hard, standing tall right below your entrance, hands falling onto your thighs, silently letting you know that he’s right there too.

one of your hands leaves it’s grip in niall’s arm, falling to grip onto louis’ hand. when louis’ eyes flick to your entwined fingers, he swears he can almost see your tummy jumping softly in time with niall’s thrusts. 

with your hand in his, he slides over to that spot on your lower abdomen, his palm pressed to the back of your hand, and you could both feel it, feel the steady bomp, bomp, bomp of niall’s cock. it sent your mind reeling even more, something so fucking intimate about feeling someone inside you like that.

“fuck, fuck,” niall groans loudly, feeling your cunt squeeze down on him, orgasm rippling through you, the grip on him bringing on his own high quickly. too quickly. niall was not ready. he pulls you off of his prick, mid-high, pussy spasming around nothing, strong gush leaving your centre.

just as quickly as you’re pulled off of niall’s cock, you were being seated on louis’, a loud groan leaving him, your still cumming cunt sucking him in, constricting around him tightly. the move makes you fall forward, hands landing on either side of louis’ head, forehead dipped to his, panting against his mouth, jaw slacked open, still trembling from your high without any time to recover.

niall’s panting, holding off his high, hand delicately falling on your back, “colour, pet,” he whispers, his other hand against louis’ thigh, silent warning not to move yet. no matter how hard it may be. and then, there it was, the hushed breath, “green.”

louis’ hips instantly buck into you, feet planted on the mattress, hips picking up right where niall had left off, a blinding pace, something that louis was silently grateful for. the slowness he was searching for, however many hours ago, had been long satiated. 

the harsh pace, switched up angle of louis being below you, you could feel the warmth spreading from your belly to your extremities, prickling, tingly heat, and for a moment, you’re not even sure your last orgasm even really finished as this one starts to come on.

a drawn-out groan from louis, tightening grip of his fingertips into your hip, was all niall needed to know that you were cumming again, wailing mewl leaving the both of you as he pulls you off of louis’ cock, too fast for louis to quite get where he wanted to be, feet kicking out in frustration. a long spurt of liquid gushed from you again, barely having time to finish before niall’s cock glides right into you, sharp gasp coming from niall’s lungs.

he grips you from your throat, lifting you up to rest against him again, niall a panting mess against your shoulder. he reaches over your hip, lining up louis’ cock with your entrance, alongside his, “colour,” he sighs, trying to catch his breath, trying to hold himself back, but fuck your cunt was absolutely screaming at him, squeezing him, sucking on him. fuck.

“green.”

louis bucks up immediately, your cunt so fucking soaked, he had no issues sliding right in, stuffed deep alongside niall, all three of you with your jaws slackened, panting, mewling, gasping, whining, fuck no one was really sure anymore. and then when niall’s hand tightens around your throat, your pussy clenches hard, a sob leaving your lips as you tremble through another orgasm, constant stream of clear liquid leaving you, milking their orgasms with the squeezing of your centre.

niall’s hold on you tightens as he comes down from his high, pecking delicately over your shoulder, murmuring loud enough for louis to head, “we’re gonna pull out, petal. get you cozy, perfect girl.”

and you assume they do just that, as by the time that you float back to proper consciousness, you were sandwiched between them, their hands gently stroking your skin, both taking turns telling you how perfect you are, how much they love you, how happy they are with all of you here together. it was sweet, it was soft, it was filled with kisses and sweet licks. you could feel the warmth of the day lulling you back, the sunlight having shifted long ago from the early morning glow, to the mid morning brightness. 

you take a deep breath, eyes fluttering open, niall smiling up at you, noting the telltale puff of air, “hello beautiful,” he murmurs quietly, not wanting to startle you. he’s met with a beautifully soft, content smile, and a ruffle of his hair. louis smiling at you as well, offering a small, lingering kiss to the underside of your jaw. 

with your return to the real world, the promise that you were okay, comfortably placed between them, the sleepiness returns quickly, adrenaline of the moment having worn off. nobody’s sure who it was that nodded off first, but the gentle rubs were dwindling down to nothing, all of your limbs touching in some way, tangled together, in a soothing pile on niall’s bed, louis breathing out quietly, “m’definitely gonna get used to this.”

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No rules: Play with Louis

Tags: Harry Bottom | Louis Top | Femenine Harry | Role play | Boypussy | HILB

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,17k

It starts with a little game, a few provocations for fun... but when Harry takes it to the next level, things change course. At the end of the day, Louis was going to prove very well to Harry that every game has a limit.

Louis feels in heaven, spiking Harry's moans, tasting the flavor of Harry's pussy, feeling Harry's legs want to close from the pleasure makes his cock get harder.

"You only cum on my cock princess.”

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You are so gorgeous (it makes me so mad)

It's not Harry's fault Cheekbones is drop-dead gorgeous and Harry feels like he would literally drop dead if Cheekbones looked at him with his ice blue eyes for more than the minute it takes to order. Or Louis is a hot bartender and Harry is pathetically obsessed with him