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ekceleste · 10 days ago

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1D x Reader - Beach Day

Summary: After months of hard work, you and the five boys get a day off and head to the beach for some fun.

Word Count: 837

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It’s rare for you and the boys to be allowed free time to go out while on tour. You’re either rehearsing, doing sound check, performing, or working on recording the next album.

When you’re not working, you’re forced to stay in the hotel. Sometimes you’re permitted to hang together, but other times you’re all relegated to your own rooms. Without fail, it only takes a few weeks of this for you all to feel like prisoners.

You’re in Italy for a couple of shows, and it looks beautiful outside. It’s mid-morning on a day off. You’re standing on the patio of your hotel room, breathing in fresh air and wishing you were swimming in the gorgeous blue water you can see just across the street.

You sit on the ground when suddenly you hear a sliding door open to your right. Louis steps out onto his deck and greets you. “Hey there Dolly,” he says, calling you by the nickname you’d earned due to your Dolly Parton obsession.

“Hey, what are you up to?” you ask.

“Well, I was keeping pretty busy staring at the wall but I started seeing shapes in the wallpaper so I figured I should go outside before I fully lose my mind,” he replies.

“Well I’m glad you didn’t go all Yellow Wallpaper on us.”

“It’s only a matter of time before we all go mad, being locked up like this,” he says and you nod in agreement.

He gives you a look and starts to climb over the railing that separates the two decks. “What are you doing? You’re going to hurt yourself!” you exclaim.

“Relax love, we’re only on the second floor. I could easily jump to the ground from here.” Another mischievous look crosses his face. “What do you say to a jail break?”

“Are you insane?”

“Nope, but I will be if I have to keep staring at that beach that’s just out of reach. C’mon, go get your stuff and let’s escape for a couple hours.”

You take in his idea, and while you hate breaking rules, you’re a teenager. You’re wired to be just a little bit rebellious. You agree and both of you rush to pack a small bag with essentials.

“Alright, I’ll climb down first and then help you,” Louis says.

Of course, the second he starts to go over the railing, Paul happens to walk by on a nearby path.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” he says.

Well crap, you think to yourself. Now we’re caught. You all love Paul, he’s like a big teddy bear, but still he’s head of security. Which means your plan is completely foiled, and you’re likely to get in a heap of trouble with management.

Even Louis can’t talk back to Paul, and explains, “We’re trying to prevent insanity. There’s a perfectly good beach right there and we’re forced to stare at it. It's cruel, Paul. Psychological torture.”

The man looks at the two of you for a moment and says, “Give me one hour. I’ll see what I can do.” With that he walks away. You and Louis look at each other in confusion, but you both trust the man so you decide to sit and wait.

Thirty minutes later, there’s a text in the group chat that the six of you have with Paul. It reads “Roger and I will be up in fifteen minutes to take you all to the beach.”

True to his word, the security guards show up and within minutes you and the boys are setting up in the sand.

“Last one in the water’s a rotten egg!” Niall shouts and the six of you all start running. You’re grateful for Louis tackling Liam, ensuring you won’t come in last place. Moments later the two of them decide to become a team and challenge the rest of you in a game of chicken. You and Zayn being the least competitive decide to be partners and quickly lose every round. You don’t even care about repeatedly splashing into the chilly water, just happy to be normal for a while.

Back on the sand, you, Harry, and Niall work together to make a sand castle. It may not be perfect, but it sure is made with love.

Lunch gets delivered to you all, meaning you get to stay and hang out even longer. After eating, you all set out your towels and nap, warmed by the sun's rays. The two security guards watch over the group closely, and if Paul takes a couple pictures so you can reminisce on the day later, well no one needs to know that.

That evening you all go back to your rooms to shower and change before meeting up for dinner. For one day, this feels like a vacation, rather than the constant work and stress you normally feel.

You’re all just a tad sunburnt at the show the following night, but a day spent having fun with your best friends is worth it.

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ekceleste · 11 days ago

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To Hold You While You Sleep

Summary: Your normally tough boyfriends are taken out by a cold, leaving you to care for them both.

Word Count: 1.8K

CW: sickness, broken bones, hospital, IVs

AN: Based off an anon request about both boys getting sick and wanting readers attention to help them feel better, which I thought was adorable!

Title from "Happily" by One Direction

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In the time that you’ve been dating Harry and Louis, nothing has ever slowed them down. Not sore throats, or fevers, or even broken arms.

And you know this because between the two of them, you’d covered all those within two weeks.

It started in early November. Louis had just left LA to travel to New York to finish the last minute prep work for the Faith in the Future album release on November 11 as well as the One Night Only concert he’d be doing that same night.

You remained in Los Angeles, planning to go to a couple of Harry’s shows there before joining Louis in NYC for the big day.

And then on November 2, Harry woke up with a slight ache in his throat. No big deal. Nothing tea and honey can’t fix. At least, that’s what Harry told you so you wouldn’t try to talk him out of performing.

But by the time he walks off stage, even he has to admit defeat. You reassure him that his performance was still great, the only thing you could notice was his voice was raspy when he spoke. That makes him feel a bit better, as he was scared he had disappointed the fans, which is one of his greatest fears.

He rests that night, but is upset to find he feels even worse the next morning. A visit with a doctor confirms that Harry has the flu. He has a couple of days to recover before his next show, and he is determined to not need to postpone anything.

For days he listens to everything he’s told to do. He rests, though it drives him mad to sit around. He’s put on IV hydration and he makes sure to eat what he can to keep his strength up.

But that isn’t enough. As much as he hates to do it, he’s forced to postpone his shows. That has him feeling worse than the flu has, and you spend days just trying to raise his mood.

Finally he’s feeling better, and you stick around for his show on the 9th before flying to New York for Louis’ album release and concert on the 11th.

Louis has been busy getting everything ready, but that hasn’t stopped him from constantly checking on Harry, hating that he can’t be there to help him when he’s sick. Meanwhile, Harry is bummed that he can’t be there to celebrate this big occasion for his boyfriend.

And then the afterparty happens and Louis manages to break his arm. Again. Bad enough to need surgery.

But still, he doesn’t let this slow him down. After a week of taking care of Harry, now it’s Louis’ turn. As always, taking care of them mostly means yelling at them to go easy and not make themselves worse. It’s honestly exhausting.

Thankfully Harry is able to come see Louis shortly after his surgery. You know it upsets Harry when Louis is hurt, and Harry tends to think the worst, worried that you and Louis downplay things. You spend days reassuring Harry that Louis is just fine, but he doesn’t believe it until he sees it himself.

Soon enough, Louis is healed and Harry is healthy and all is finally well and good.

Time passes with no more injuries or illnesses. All three of you are busy, Louis with festivals, Harry with writing retreats, and you with your own work taking you to a number of cities for a few weeks.

Finally, the three of you have a month free at the same time. After five weeks apart, you all arrive back in LA on the same day, ready to relax and reconnect, just the three of you.

So of course it’s the perfect time for both Harry and Louis to get sick.

The second day of this break starts with both boys complaining of sore throats. You’re not worried, as you figure they’ll tough out whatever this is and be good as new in a couple of days.

But that thought is quickly proven wrong. By that night, their sore throats have now turned into nasty colds. Still, just colds. You’ve seen them work through worse. And yet, they’re both laid up in bed, acting like they’re dying of the literal plague.

“Y/N, could I have some soup please?” Harry asks beneath his pile of blankets.

“Of course, I’ll go heat some up. Louis do you want anything?”

“No,” he croaks out.

You head to the kitchen and heat up a bowl of soup before bringing it back up. You place it and a spoon on the table next to Harry’s side of the bed.

“I don’t get soup?” Louis asks despondently.

You look over to him, wondering if you’ve lost your mind or if he’s lost his.

“You said you didn’t want soup,” you reply.

“But you brought Harry soup.”

“Because he asked for some. Would you like some?”

“No, it’s okay.”

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes you simply walk back downstairs to grab a bowl of soup for Louis. You grab a couple sleeves of crackers as well and head to the bedroom once more.

After placing down the soup and some crackers on Louis’ table, Harry asks, “Do I get crackers?

“Yes, Harry, I brought you some as well.”

“Thank you,” he says as you hand them to him, prompting a “thank you” from Louis as well.

“I’m going to get you both more water and tissues, I’ll be back in a moment.”

As you complete your task, you can’t help but think that there’s somewhat of a competitiveness happening between the two boys, maybe even jealousy. You thought you were doing a good job taking equal care of both of them, but it seems each moment you give one of them a bit more attention, the other is distraught.

It happens again later that afternoon, when you settle between them after cleaning up their lunch.

Louis is lying to your left, and he shuffles close to tuck into your side. You wrap an arm around him, rubbing his back in comforting circles and occasionally moving your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes contentedly, and you smile as he begins to fall asleep.

Harry, meanwhile, is watching the entire interaction from his spot to your right. When you look over to him you see the furrowed brow and pout he’s sporting, as though he’s a disgruntled toddler.

“You okay?” you ask quietly.

“I’m fine,” he answers in a petulant tone.

After this obvious lie you try to suss out the problem on your own, seeing as both of your boyfriends have decided that behaving like small children is better than actually communicating like adults. It would be cute, if it weren’t so frustrating.

Louis sighs as he shifts a bit to rest his head more firmly on your lap. As he does this you hear Harry let out a huff of annoyance beside you. It doesn’t take much for you to see that he’s jealous of the attention Louis is getting.

It’s strange to see the two of them like this. Normally all three of you blend together so well, all of you happy with the dynamics you have with one another. But for some reason, this cold has them forgetting that they love each other, that they’ve always been a team rather than competitors.

Knowing that you just have to ride this out for hopefully only another day or two, you reach out your right arm.

Harry sees the invitation to cuddle closer, but remains stubborn for a moment. The desire for comfort must be greater than his pride, however, because it’s less than a minute before he’s tucking in close, just like Louis is.

You begin to put his hair and rub his back, just how you’re doing it to Louis. Both boys have your attention, your comforting gestures, and most importantly, your love.

As Harry begins to drift to sleep, you see him reach out his hand and lace his fingers with Louis’. Only then do they both finally fall into peaceful sleep.

The next morning you decide they could each use a nice bath. The tub might be big enough for all three of you to cuddle when you want to bathe together, but having both of them take a bath at the same time now feels a little too much like a parent bathing their kids. So you decide to pamper them one at a time.

Harry goes first, and you ignore the way Louis sulks that he has to wait his turn. You take your time washing Harry’s hair, making sure to use his special conditioner, before gently scrubbing him with a washcloth. You can see how the steam from the hot water helps clear his sinuses, and it’s clear the bath has done him some good.

After he dries off and gets changed he heads to the living room to relax on the couch, wanting a change of scenery.

Louis’ turn is next, and he practically melts into the warm water, his limbs lax as you clean him up as well. You spend a couple extra minutes massaging his sore muscles, hoping to make up for him having to wait earlier.

Finally, you and Louis join Harry on the couch. Once again, the boys both cuddle against you until you get up to make some food. When you get back, you’re happy to see them snuggled up to one another, their feelings of jealousy over you seeming to have disappeared in favor of connecting and comforting one another.

Deciding that lunch can wait, you leave them to sleep and head upstairs to clean up the bedroom, picking up all the discarded tissues and empty gatorade bottles, as well as putting fresh sheets on the bed.

When they do wake up they seem to be feeling better, and by the next day they’re in much higher spirits. They’re no longer exhausted or achy, but rather just stuck with some sniffles and a lingering cough.

You’re glad to see that they’re feeling better, and not that you minded taking care of them, but it had been quite a bit of work. Still, you would drop anything to make sure the two men you love are healthy and cared for. Because they would do the exact same thing for you.

Which is helpful, since two days later you end up getting whatever germ they had, and they both dote on you the entire time you’re sick. And while you hate feeling so crummy, you have to admit, it is nice to be cared for by your favorite people.

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AN: Thank you for reading! I got another request for Louis x Harry x reader angsty story so that is in the works!

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ekceleste · 11 days ago

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How they react to getting caught under the mistletoe with you

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A little drabble about how each of the boys would react to being caught under the mistletoe with you🎄

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Niall

You’re laughing with the group, enjoying the cozy holiday atmosphere, when Niall’s gaze flicks up to the mistletoe hanging just above you. His eyes widen slightly, and he glances down at the ground, as if debating whether he should say something. But the teasing whispers of the others quickly bring his attention back to you.

The room falls into a quiet anticipation as Niall steps closer, his usual easy smile a little more nervous now. He clears his throat, his face turning a shade redder than usual. “Uh… I think we’re supposed to…” He trails off, his voice a little uncertain, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that betrays his shyness.

You can’t help but smile at how awkwardly adorable he looks. “Yeah, I guess we are,” you reply, your voice soft and teasing as you look up at the mistletoe, then back at him.

Niall chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Well, I’m not sure what I’m doing, but… guess we’ll find out.” He reaches for your hand, his fingers brushing yours with that familiar warmth that always makes you feel at ease. He leans in, his breath mixing with yours, and for a moment, everything else seems to fade away.

His lips brush against yours, tentative at first, like he’s testing the waters. The kiss is soft, slow, the kind of first kiss that feels like it’s been waiting to happen for a long time. Niall’s hand finds the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he deepens the kiss just slightly, a little more confident now.

You can feel the tenderness in his touch, the quiet reassurance that this moment, this kiss, means more than just a tradition—it’s the beginning of something real, something special.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless, a soft smile curling on Niall’s lips. He looks at you, his eyes shining with something unreadable but full of warmth. “Wow,” he says softly, his voice almost in awe. “I didn’t expect that to feel like… that.”

You laugh quietly, your heart racing in the best way. “Yeah, me neither.”

Niall chuckles, a little embarrassed but still glowing. “Merry Christmas, love,” he says, his hand still gently holding yours. And even though the teasing from the others begins, you’re both lost in the soft afterglow of that first kiss, your hearts in sync.

Liam

Liam notices the mistletoe hanging above you both almost immediately. He pauses mid-conversation, his gaze flicking to the leafy sprig before his eyes shift back to you. There’s a quiet moment, and you catch the brief hesitation in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything right away, just stands still for a second, as if considering the situation carefully.

The others begin to notice the shift, teasing whispers filling the air. But Liam stays calm, his expression thoughtful. He steps closer, his movements deliberate, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, and when he speaks, his voice is low and soft, almost as if he’s just sharing a secret with you. “Looks like we’re under the mistletoe,” he says, his tone both playful and sincere.

You nod, your heart beating a little faster, and before you can even respond, Liam’s hand gently reaches out to touch the side of your arm, his touch warm and comforting. “I’ve… been waiting for this,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words catch you off guard, but before you can process them fully, Liam leans in. His lips brush yours with careful, deliberate tenderness. It’s the kind of kiss that feels so familiar, like it’s been building for far longer than just this moment. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, the kiss deepening with a quiet intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

Liam’s kiss isn’t rushed or uncertain—there’s a surety to it, like he’s been waiting for the right moment to finally close the gap between you. His lips move gently against yours, a mix of sweetness and something more powerful that sends a flutter through your chest. When he pulls back just a fraction, his forehead rests gently against yours, both of you breathless but content.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion, as if the kiss had meant something more than just a holiday tradition. He keeps his eyes closed for a moment, his hand still resting on your neck, as if grounding himself in the moment.

When you open your eyes, you find him looking at you with a mix of admiration and something deeper, something unspoken but clear. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he admits, his voice soft but sincere.

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words settling in your chest. “Me too.”

The others tease you both, but Liam simply holds your gaze, a small, content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. For once, it doesn’t matter what anyone else is saying. In this moment, you’re both just there, lost in each other’s presence.

Zayn

Zayn’s eyes flicker upward when he spots the mistletoe hanging above the two of you. For a split second, there’s a flicker of hesitation in his gaze—his usual calm, collected demeanor momentarily faltering. He seems to gather himself before offering a small, knowing smirk, the kind of expression that could melt anyone’s heart.

“Well, this is unexpected,” he says, his voice smooth and low, with that signature coolness you’ve come to admire. He steps toward you slowly, his movements deliberate, and for a moment, the teasing of the others fades into the background. It’s just the two of you now, and Zayn’s intensity is palpable.

You feel the air between you shift as Zayn leans in slightly, his face close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. He’s not rushing this—he takes his time, studying you with that steady, almost magnetic gaze. His hand finds the small of your back, his fingers grazing your skin through the fabric of your sweater, sending a shiver up your spine.

There’s a quiet tension in the air, the kind that makes your heart race. “I didn’t think I’d be here, doing this tonight,” Zayn admits, his voice hushed but earnest. “But I guess I’m not complaining.”

Before you can respond, he’s gently cupping your face with his free hand, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. You can feel your breath catch in your throat, and when his lips finally meet yours, it’s not rushed or tentative. It’s deep, slow, and filled with something undeniable, as though he’s been wanting this for longer than either of you realized.

Zayn’s kiss is intense, almost magnetic, and it pulls you into him like gravity. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you a little closer, and there’s an urgency in the way his lips move against yours, as if he’s been holding back a tidal wave of emotions that finally crash over both of you in this kiss.

It’s not playful like Louis, or tender like Liam—it’s raw, passionate, and completely consuming, leaving you breathless when he finally pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. You both stand there for a moment, eyes closed, sharing the quiet aftershock of the kiss.

“Merry Christmas,” Zayn murmurs, his voice rough and low, his thumb brushing against your lips as though savoring the taste of the moment. He doesn’t say anything more, but the quiet smile that tugs at his lips says everything—there’s a depth to his gaze now, something soft but filled with a quiet intensity that lingers even as the others tease in the background.

When he looks at you again, his gaze is softer, almost playful. “Guess I’ll be counting down the days until the next time,” he adds, with a small, knowing smirk.

Louis

Louis notices the mistletoe before anyone else does, and the second he spots it, he flashes a mischievous grin in your direction. His eyes twinkle with a playful energy, and you can already tell he’s up to something.

“Well, well, well…” Louis says with a dramatic flourish, his voice filled with exaggerated excitement. He steps closer to you, clearly relishing the moment. “Looks like someone’s gonna have to kiss me,” he says, his grin widening. “Don’t worry, love, I promise I’m a gentleman.”

You can’t help but laugh at how confident he is, but there’s an undeniable warmth in his eyes that lets you know he’s being sincere, despite his playful banter. He stands directly in front of you now, a mischievous glint still in his gaze.

You raise an eyebrow, teasing, “Are you sure you’re ready for that, Louis?”

“Oh, I’m more than ready,” he says with a wink, taking a step closer until there’s hardly any space between you. He lowers his voice, his tone softer now. “But I think it’ll be worth the wait.”

Before you can respond, Louis leans in, his hand brushing against your cheek as his lips hover just inches from yours. There’s a moment of quiet anticipation, and then, with a sudden burst of confidence, he presses his lips to yours.

His kiss is bold, filled with energy and laughter, but there’s a depth to it that takes you by surprise. It’s not rushed—though he’s the playful one, there’s a sincerity to the way he kisses you, a moment where the teasing fades and all that’s left is the simple connection between you two.

As he pulls back, a wide grin spreads across his face, and he looks at you with that familiar, mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Told you I was a gentleman,” he says with a wink, his voice playful but soft.

You laugh, a little breathless from the kiss, but the moment feels easy, lighthearted, and somehow… perfect. Louis doesn’t let the teasing stop, but the energy between you two is different now, and there’s a warmth in his gaze that matches the glow of the Christmas lights around you.

“Merry Christmas, love,” he adds, his voice still light and teasing, but his smile now a little softer, a little more sincere.

Harry

When Harry spots the mistletoe hanging above you, a small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips. His usual calm and collected demeanor remains, but there’s something different in the way he looks at you—a softness that wasn’t there before. He takes a small step closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Well, this is convenient,” he says, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of playfulness. There’s no teasing in his words, just a quiet acknowledgment that the moment is here. He steps into your space, and for a moment, everything else fades into the background. It’s just the two of you, standing under the mistletoe with the world softly humming around you.

Harry gently reaches for your hand, his touch warm and gentle. The space between you feels charged, and you can see the unspoken emotions reflected in his eyes. It’s clear he’s thought about this, and now that the moment is finally here, there’s a sense of quiet certainty in his movements.

“Guess this is the part where I kiss you, then,” he says, his voice soft but confident.

You nod, your heart fluttering at the way he’s looking at you, his gaze tender and filled with something deeper. He leans in slowly, as if savoring every second of the moment. His lips meet yours in a soft, careful kiss, and it’s like everything slows down—his warmth, the gentleness of his touch, the feeling of his lips against yours is everything you’ve wanted in a first kiss and more.

The kiss is gentle, tender, and yet there’s something undeniable about it—a connection that goes beyond the mistletoe, beyond the holiday tradition. It’s as if all the words you couldn’t say are being expressed through this one quiet, meaningful kiss.

When Harry pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His forehead rests gently against yours, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and he smiles softly, a little shy but still radiating that familiar warmth.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

You smile, your heart racing from the intensity of the kiss. “Me too,” you reply softly.

Harry chuckles, the sound low and rich, before he pulls back just slightly, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. His gaze is full of something unspoken, something more than just a holiday kiss—it’s the beginning of something deeper.

“Definitely worth the wait,” he adds with a smile, before he leans in again, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead, leaving you feeling warm and entirely content.

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How they kiss you at midnight on New Year's Eve

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A little drabble on how the boys would kiss you at midnight on New Year's Eve

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Niall

The countdown is roaring around you, voices blending into a symphony of excitement as the last seconds of the year slip away. You’re standing beside Niall in a crowd of friends, the glow of fairy lights and shimmering decorations painting the room in warm, golden hues. His hand brushes yours, a casual touch that feels anything but accidental, and your heart skips at the familiarity of it.

“Ten… nine…” The chants grow louder, but your attention is fixed on him. He’s been glancing at you all night, soft smiles and quick jokes keeping the atmosphere light, but there’s something different now—a quiet intensity in his blue eyes as they meet yours.

“Eight… seven…” Niall leans in slightly, his voice low enough to be heard only by you. “Been thinkin’ about this for a while, you know,” he says with a lopsided grin, the corners of his lips curling upward in that way that makes your knees feel weak.

“Six… five…” Your breath catches, the rest of the room fading into a blur. His hand finds yours, his fingers threading through yours in a way that feels both natural and electric.

“Four… three…” He takes a half step closer, his free hand coming up to gently rest on your waist. His touch is warm, steady, grounding. The noise around you is deafening, but Niall’s voice cuts through the chaos. “You ready?” he asks, his Irish lilt softer now, teasing but laced with something deeper.

“Two… one—Happy New Year!”

And just like that, his lips are on yours. The kiss starts off soft, almost tentative, as if he’s savoring the moment, but it quickly deepens into something more. His hand tightens on your waist, pulling you closer as the fireworks outside burst in bright colors across the sky.

The room erupts in cheers and laughter, but all you can focus on is the way Niall’s lips move against yours—gentle, warm, but with a growing confidence that makes your heart race. When he finally pulls back, he doesn’t go far, his forehead resting lightly against yours, a contented smile playing on his lips.

“Happy New Year,” he murmurs, his breath mingling with yours. “Think this might be my favorite one yet.”

Your laughter bubbles up, light and airy, and you squeeze his hand. “Mine too.”

Niall chuckles, glancing at the group who are already teasing you both. “We’ll face them in a minute,” he says, his grin widening. “But right now, I’m kinda busy.” And before you can respond, he leans in again, his lips finding yours for another kiss, this one slower, sweeter, and full of promise for the year ahead.

Liam

The energy in the room is electric as the countdown begins, voices overlapping in an excited roar. The golden glow of string lights dances across Liam’s face, and he looks at you with a quiet warmth that’s been building all evening. He’s been sticking close to you all night, sneaking little smiles and making sure your glass is always topped up.

“Ten… nine…” His hand brushes against yours, and this time he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers close around yours, grounding you in the chaos of the celebration.

“Eight… seven…” Liam leans down slightly, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “You know what happens at midnight, right?” he asks, his tone teasing but soft, his brown eyes locked on yours.

“Six… five…” You nod, your heart pounding. There’s a flicker of nerves in his expression, but it’s quickly replaced by a confident, almost shy smile. “Just wanted to make sure,” he says, his voice growing softer.

“Four… three…” The noise around you swells, but Liam’s world seems to narrow to just you. His free hand comes up to rest lightly on your waist, and the warmth of his touch sends a shiver through you.

“Two… one—Happy New Year!”

Liam doesn’t hesitate, leaning in the moment the clock strikes midnight. His lips meet yours in a kiss that’s as gentle as it is meaningful. It’s unhurried, tender, like he’s pouring all the unspoken feelings he’s been carrying into this one perfect moment.

The noise around you blurs into the background as his hand slips up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. There’s a certainty in the way he kisses you, a mix of sweetness and quiet passion that leaves you breathless.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his soft smile mirrored in your own. “Happy New Year,” he murmurs, his voice warm and full of something deeper.

“Happy New Year, Liam,” you whisper back, your cheeks flushed from the kiss.

He grins, glancing around at the group, who are already shooting playful looks in your direction. “They’re gonna give us hell for this,” he says with a quiet laugh, but there’s no regret in his tone, only happiness.

“Let them,” you reply with a smile, and Liam chuckles, his fingers tightening gently around yours.

“Alright,” he says, leaning in to steal one more quick kiss. “But only because I think that was the best way to start the year.”

Zayn

The room is alive with laughter and anticipation, voices building as the countdown echoes through the party. Zayn’s been quiet most of the night, staying close but never too close, his signature calm and cool demeanor unshaken by the festive chaos. But now, as the seconds tick down, there’s a new energy in the way he looks at you—something softer, more deliberate.

“Ten… nine…” Zayn’s dark eyes flicker to the clock and then back to you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He leans in slightly, his voice low and smooth. “So, any resolutions for the new year?” he asks casually, though there’s a quiet tension in his tone that makes your heart race.

“Eight… seven…” You manage a small laugh, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest. “Nothing big,” you reply, though your mind is spinning with thoughts of him. “What about you?”

“Six… five…” He doesn’t answer right away, his gaze steady on yours as the noise around you grows. Finally, he smiles—soft, almost shy, though his confidence never wavers. “Might start with something tonight,” he says, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver through you.

“Four… three…” The room feels like it’s holding its breath, though it’s probably just you. Zayn takes a step closer, his hand brushing against yours before his fingers curl around it, his touch warm and steady.

“Two… one—Happy New Year!”

Zayn moves before you can even think. His free hand comes up to gently cup your face, his thumb grazing your cheek as he leans in. The kiss starts slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every second of it. His lips are soft but confident, his touch light but grounding, and it feels like the rest of the world has disappeared entirely.

The kiss deepens just slightly, enough to send your pulse racing as his hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you closer. There’s something about the way Zayn kisses—intense but restrained, like he’s letting you see just a glimpse of everything he’s feeling but holding back just enough to leave you wanting more.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breaths mingling with yours in the quiet aftermath of the moment. His eyes stay closed for a beat, and when they open, there’s a softness there that makes your heart ache.

“Happy New Year,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of meaning.

“Happy New Year,” you manage to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Zayn’s lips curve into a small, almost secretive smile. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary. “Think that’s a pretty good start,” he says quietly, the teasing lilt in his tone balanced by the sincerity in his eyes.

He doesn’t move far, staying close enough that the warmth of his presence wraps around you like a blanket. And as the cheers and laughter of the room slowly filter back into your awareness, you realise you wouldn’t want to start the year any other way.

Louis

The countdown is in full swing, the room buzzing with excitement and laughter. Louis has been his usual cheeky self all night—cracking jokes, stealing snacks, and pulling you into whatever chaos he can conjure. But as the seconds tick closer to midnight, there’s something different about him. He’s been hovering nearby, his teasing quips softer, his glances lingering just a moment longer than usual.

“Ten… nine…” Louis sidles up next to you, bumping your shoulder with his in that playful, familiar way. “You ready for this?” he asks, his voice full of mischief, but there’s an edge of something more in his tone—something that makes your stomach flip.

“Eight… seven…” You raise an eyebrow, playing along. “For what? Another one of your pranks?”

He laughs, the sound warm and infectious, but his smile softens as he leans in just a little closer. “Nah,” he says, his voice quieter now, his blue eyes locking with yours. “Something better.”

“Six… five…” Louis’s hand brushes against yours, and for once, there’s no teasing in the gesture. His fingers curl around yours, his grip steady and reassuring.

“Four… three…” The noise in the room crescendos, but all you can focus on is the way Louis is looking at you—like he’s been waiting for this moment longer than he’d ever admit.

“Two… one—Happy New Year!”

Before you can process what’s happening, Louis takes a bold step forward, his hand coming up to cradle your face as he kisses you. It’s full of all the playful energy you’d expect from him, but there’s a surprising tenderness beneath it—a sincerity that takes your breath away.

His lips are warm and soft against yours, moving with a confidence that feels entirely natural. He kisses you like he’s been waiting forever, but he doesn’t rush it, savoring every second as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

When he pulls back, he’s grinning that classic Louis grin, but his eyes are softer, a little more vulnerable. “Happy New Year, love,” he says, his voice light but brimming with meaning.

You laugh, a little breathless, and he squeezes your hand, pulling you into a quick hug before stepping back just enough to look at you properly. “Knew this year was gonna start off brilliant,” he says with a wink, his grin widening.

The group erupts in cheers around you, and you can already hear the teasing comments flying in your direction, but Louis doesn’t seem to care. He stays close, his hand still firmly in yours, his smile never fading.

“Best New Year’s ever,” he says softly, just for you, before leaning in to steal another quick kiss—because, of course, he can’t resist.

Harry

The energy in the room is magnetic, the countdown echoing through the party as glittering decorations catch the soft glow of fairy lights. Harry has been by your side all night, his effortless charm lighting up every conversation, but now, as the clock ticks closer to midnight, his focus is entirely on you.

“Ten… nine…” He’s leaning casually against the wall beside you, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other loosely holding a glass of champagne. His green eyes flicker to yours, a small, almost shy smile playing on his lips. “You nervous?” he asks lightly, but there’s a teasing warmth in his voice.

“Eight… seven…” You shake your head, laughing softly. “Why would I be nervous?”

“Six… five…” Harry tilts his head, stepping just a little closer. “Because,” he says, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “I’ve been waiting all night for this, and I think you know it.”

“Four… three…” Your breath catches as he sets his glass down and gently takes your hand in his, his fingers brushing yours in a way that feels both casual and intimate.

“Two… one—Happy New Year!”

The room erupts in cheers, but all you can focus on is the way Harry leans in, his curls brushing against your face as his lips find yours. The kiss is soft at first, unhurried, like he’s savoring every second of the moment. His hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you closer in a way that feels protective, steady, yet full of unspoken passion.

As the kiss deepens, you lose yourself in the warmth of him—the way his lips move against yours with a tenderness that feels deliberate, like he’s saying everything he hasn’t been able to put into words. His free hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb grazing your cheek in a gesture so sweet it makes your heart ache.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests lightly against yours, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at you with a mix of shyness and something much deeper, something that’s been building between you for longer than you realized.

“Happy New Year,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of meaning.

“Happy New Year,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Harry grins, his dimples appearing as he gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. “You know,” he says, his tone playful but sincere, “I think we might’ve just set the bar too high for every New Year’s to come.”

You laugh, your cheeks flushing, and he leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Guess we’ll just have to keep outdoing ourselves,” he adds, his smile widening before he laces his fingers with yours.

The group around you bursts into cheers and playful teasing, but Harry stays close, his thumb brushing gently over your hand. “Let them talk,” he says with a wink. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

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ekceleste · 23 days ago

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Let Passion Get Too Much

Summary : niall x louis x reader threesome. that’s all it is.

TW : smut, threesome, anal, double penetration

Word Count : 3.2k

the timing could not have been worse. and why the fuck do connecting doors to hotel rooms not come automatically locked ? neither niall or yourself ever even thought of checking. assuming, for obvious security purposes, that the door would absolutely be locked.

maybe it was the fact that you knew louis was staying on the other side, the fact that actual danger wasn’t present.

but now, you wholeheartedly wished one of you had checked. because niall was laying on the bed, back sitting slightly up against the headboard, stark naked. and you were on your knees, next to him, hand rolling down niall’s rock hard length, spreading a bead of precum, also stark naked.

with a bit of pressure on his cock, niall’s eyes closed, a breathy whine could be faintly heard from the back of his throat, making you literally dribble arousal onto the mattress beneath you.

and that’s the moment louis comes waltzing in, “did i leave my smokes here ?” he asks, looking around the room, not having looked up at you yet.

both you and niall do nothing but stare at louis, frozen into position, your hand wrapped around the base of niall’s cock, one of niall’s hands gripped into your ass.

but then louis looks up, takes in the scene in front of him, eyes wide, “fuckin hell, please dont cover up on my account,” he exclaims sarcastically.

“teach you to fuckin knock mate,” niall’s hand leaves your body, scrubbing over his face, groaning, “could you please hurry up. we’re kind of busy, yeah”

louis shakes his head, keeping his eyes down, looking around the seating area of the hotel room, where you’d all spent the evening passing joints around, and catching up.

“can’t fuckin find them,” louis mutters to himself, loud enough to make niall groan again, “c’mon louis.”

but you look over at niall, and christ, he knows that look all too well. you want something. something that surely isn’t going to necessarily be in his favour, judging by the size of puppy eyes you were flashing.

and then it dawns on him. a conversation you’d had a long time ago. about wanting to have a threesome. you wanted to try it, finally felt comfortable enough with a partner to know that you’d be totally safe. and with that in mind, other than niall, louis’ the next person in line, in terms of comfort.

“you can’t be fuckin serious,” niall blurts out, eyes locked on yours. “s’him you want ?”

because you’d never explicitly mentioned a name, just said that you’d know it when the time was right. and honestly, what could be more right time than this ?

“hey, you said you wouldn’t judge,” you pout at him, puppy eyes getting bigger, as you look down at him.

“christ, m’not judging, just- c’mon, it’s louis,” niall groans, scrubbing his face again. this was not how niall imagined his night going. he never imagined you’d pick louis of all people. although the more he thinks about it, the more it seems fairly comfortable for everyone.

but louis’ ears perk up at the mention of his name, looking over again, keeping his eyes up by your faces now that he knows he has to. “sorry, sorry, fuck, they’re not here. i’ll leave, sorry again.”

“louis, wait,” niall calls out, making your eyes go wide, figuring this means that he’s agreed.

louis turns around, looking over at niall, “what is it ?”

niall takes a deep breath, looking over louis with a bit of a chuckle, “christ- “ he cuts himself off, looking at you again, “sure about this ?”

you quickly nod, looking over at louis, “join us ?” you ask lightly, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. because to you it was. by now, you’d become really close friends with louis. you were incredibly comfortable with him, there was no shame or awkward discomfort for you in this conversation.

“you- what ?” louis laughs, “are you serious ?”

“please, louis,” you look over at him, biting your lip, crawling off the bed, leaving niall to sit up straighter against the headboard, watching the interaction between you two.

louis’ eyes roam the expanse of your exposed self as you approach him, he was only human afterall, but your body is quickly shielded from his gaze, as you step right up to him, body pressed against his.

his eyes flick over to niall, as his hands instinctively went to your hips, checking in with him, only to find niall nodding back at him, giving him the okay, “s’her you should be checking with.”

as louis’ eyes land on yours again, he finds you smiling back at him, “s’okay to touch. i want you to. will you please join us ?” at the flash of hesitation in his eyes, you add softly, “no shame, louis. if you don’t want to, just say, we’ll never mention it again.”

you watch as his gaze flick between you and niall, two of his best mates, whom are dating and have been for quite some time. but he doesn’t want to say no. he’s curious.

“what are the rules then ?” louis asks softly, smirking down at you, a wide smile taking over your features, as you make your way back to the bed, pulling him behind you.

you crawl back up onto the mattress, your hand colliding with louis’ chest as he attempts to follow you, his eyebrows furrowing. “gotta strip first,” you smile at him, wanting him naked.

louis chuckles, stripping his clothes off quickly, not wanting to think this through too much, going on feeling, joining you and niall on the bed, looking at you both expectantly, “anything i shouldn’t do then ?”

you look over at niall, having a silent conversation with your eyes, niall shaking his head, “for tonight, nothing’s off limits. we just go with the flow. if anything’s ever not feeling good, we speak up.”

at that, you nod, looking over at louis, who’s nodding as well, his fingertips gliding down your backbone, following the dip in your back, rounding out over your bum.

niall reaches for your hand, pulling you close again, to lock his lips with yours, his cock still incredibly hard.

you groan, getting momentarily lost in the kiss, swinging your leg over his, straddling his thighs, as your hands tangle into his hair.

louis comes up behind you, both hands gripping into the swell of your ass, spreading you apart, his hardening length gliding between your cheeks, biting his lip as he watches.

“think you’ll be able to take us both, love ?” louis asks, watching the head of his dick catch on your puckered hole. watching your body clench every single time.

you whimper against niall’s lips, pulling away momentarily to answer louis, “fuck yes, please. want you both. wanna be so full.”

“such a good girl hmm ?” louis murmurs, pulling his member away from you, in favour of watching his thumb roll around your hole, pressing gently, massaging your tight ring of muscles. “just want to please, dont you ?”

“she’s the fuckin best,” niall hums, biting on your lip, his fingertips tickling over your tummy on their way to grope your breasts, thumbing over your pert nipples. “can’t wait to show off what she can do.”

your hips roll down against niall’s cock, listening to them talk about you as if you weren’t right there, a glimmer of pride from your boyfriend, an intense turn on you seemingly didn’t even realize you had.

“getting a bit needy aren’t ya petal ?” niall groans, having been so hard for what feels like forever now. he watches you nod, your cunt dripping down onto niall’s length steadily, as he passes a bottle of lube over to louis. “she’s done this plenty. shouldn’t take too too much.”

you instantly feel the heat rising up your neck to your cheeks, embarrassment evident in your features now that louis knows you’ve enjoyed anal a bit more than you’ve ever cared to admit.

but niall knows you well, catching the look etched on your face, fingers darting out to smooth over your cheek, as you feel the dribble of cool lube leaving the bottle and hitting your hole.

you flinch slightly, feeling yourself clench, hiding your face in niall’s neck, feeling his hands run up and down your back in comfort, hearing him coo against your hair, “dont need to be embarrassed, pet.”

louis’ eyes flick up at the mention of embarrassment, just as the tip of his middle finger breaches your hole, a breathy moan now fogging up niall’s neck, “s’just me lovie,” louis hums, the tightness around his finger not going unnoticed. “fuckin love that you wanna take us both. love that you’re ready for it.”

louis works his way up to 3 fingers, twisting them around inside you, petting your inner walls, learning what it is that makes you moan loudest. so far, he’s absolutely obsessed with all your pretty sounds, loves that he’s the one able to elicit them from you too.

“think you’re ready, beautiful,” louis coos, his fingers slipping out of you, both hands now gripped into your bum again, watching the gape he’s created. “who’s going first ?”

“ni, please,” you whimper, blinking at niall, watching him nod, needing to feel some sort of relief, your cunt absolutely weeping for it.

“help me, petal,” niall hums, not having the best angle as you’re straddled onto him. without a second though, you reach down, sitting yourself onto his hard length, a loud relief filled moan echoing through the room, from both you and niall.

you work your hips over him a few times, head tipping back onto louis’ shoulder, biting your lip as you breathe in his musky scent. it was so different from niall, yet incredibly comforting as well.

louis’ face dips down to kiss along your shoulder and into your neck, leaving tentative licks as he does, getting a taste at your sweet self for the first time. he couldn’t deny ever having thoughts about you, he always thought you were gorgeous. but he’s met you as niall’s girlfriend, and learned to push the thoughts aside because of it.

but this moment, now that he’s gotten the okay, and he’s slowly pushing into you, his mind goes completely blank.

with your head still leaned on louis’ shoulder, your body starts lightly trembling, breathing getting shallow as you’ve never felt so incredibly full in your life, “fuck, fuck,” you whimper breathily, bottom lip quivering.

louis’ arms were wrapped around your body, holding you up against him, niall’s fingers digging into your hips, as louis’ cock slowly starts thrusting in and out of you, niall staying completely seethed inside you, feeling the drag and pull of his mate’s cock.

“christ, fuckin hell,” niall groans loudly, “can feel you. fuck, can feel you moving,” he whimpers, the overwhelming tightness of it all not only affecting you, but also both men. “gotta fuckin feel this, lou,” niall moans, hands darting out instinctively to grip into louis’ hips, stilling his movements inside you.

as niall starts to roll his hips, you moan louder, if at all possible, a shiver running through your entire body, the head of his cock grinding into your sweet spot deliciously hard, tucked into you with so much less space than usual.

louis moans as well, one hand reaching out for niall’s arm, the glide of his friend’s cock adding to the intense pleasure, “christ mate, fuck. weren’t kidding eh ?”

niall shakes his head, all three of you working through breathy pants, niall’s cock thrusting slowly, the overwhelming pressure, overwhelming sensitivity, overwhelming pleasure taking over all of your bodies.

it all starts to unravel for you when you feel louis’ hand gliding down your body, stilling over your stomach, and pressing down, making him feel the head of niall’s cock bumping into you with each thrust. “s’he filling you up good ? fuck, can you feel him in your tummy ? being so good for us, sweet girl. so fucking good.”

as he catches you nod, whining and biting your lip, your brain a little too lost to properly answer him, his hand keeps gliding down, fingertips flicking over your clit, you now really start to lose it.

your head peels itself from louis’ shoulder, forehead resting on niall’s, your hands gripped tightly into his hair as some sort of anchor. your body starts steadily shaking, gasping for air, your body clenching with every passing flick of louis’ fingers on your sensitive button.

a loud guttural moan rips through you as your body seizes, intense pleasure coursing through your bloodstream, both louis and niall’s lengths pressed up deep inside you, feeling you clenched up tightly on them.

unable to hold himself back, with the tight vice grip you have on his cock, niall’s head drops to your chest, groaning, as he cums, spurts of hot white coating your inner walls, his grip tightened on louis’ hips.

“fuck, are you cumming too ?” louis groans breathily, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.

“christ, how are you not ?” niall moans, another tremor wracking through his body, as your head falls back onto louis’ shoulder, panting for air, bottom lip trembling as silent tears falls from your eyes, wetting louis’ neck. “so fuckin tight, fuck, fuck,” niall adds, working to catch his breath.

he can hear louis chuckle, feel him slowly pull out and thrust back into you, niall whining loudly as he feels the drag against his overly sensitive prick, reaching back without thinking, fingernails dug into louis’ ass to keep him in place, “don’t you fucking dare.”

“sorry mate, sorry,” louis giggles, resting his head against yours, his hand gently petting your tummy, “feeling alright love ?” as you nod, taking a shuddering breath, making louis coo quietly, “s’a lot yeah ? feeling a bit overwhelmed ?”

“yeah,” you whisper, not trusting your voice entirely, as niall gains some composure, looking up at you, kissing the underside of your chin, “lemme pull out, petal.”

his hands glide from louis’ bum, back onto your hips, holding you steady as he pulls out of you, a large dribble of cum following suit.

you feel your body buckle, muscles going limp, louis being the only thing truly holding you up, as niall pecks a series of kisses over your chest.

“want me to pull out as well ?” you hear louis ask, immediately shaking your head, no.

“want you to cum inside me too,” you murmur, no more embarrassment present, completely lax with the moment.

“can i move then ?” he asks quietly, feeling you nod, as he hooks his finger under your chin, turning your face towards his, lips crashing onto yours in your first kiss, beginning to work his cock inside you again.

you whine, a bit sensitive, a quick shiver running down your spine, feeling niall drop down on the bed, shimmying himself further between your legs, his tongue taking a tentative lick at your folds, collecting some of his cum.

you moan louder against louis’ lips, one hand reaching down into niall’s hair on instinct, body relaxing further into louis’, your muscles rendered completely useless.

louis’ eyes flick down, catching a glimpse at the dark brown tousle of hair between your legs, groaning, “you fuckin tasting yourself ?”

you can feel niall moan, nodding against you, the languid strokes of his tongue collecting each drip of his cum.

“always knew you were fuckin dirty,” louis chuckles breathily, feeling your body start to clamp down again, obviously overly sensitive. “s’ni making you feel good, love ?”

you nod, moaning out a series of yeses, your other hand, the one not in niall’s hair, reaching above you to bring louis’ face back up to yours, kissing him deeply, tongue quickly slipped into his mouth.

“s’louis making you feel good ?” niall asks, breath fanning over your abused cunt, his thumb coming up to swipe repeatedly from your entrance to your clit as he settles further, playfully taking one of louis’ balls in his mouth, pulling away with a pop.

“yes, yes, yes, fuck. everything’s so good,” you groan loudly, gasping for air, completely lost in the feeling of them.

louis groans louder as well, one hand leaving your body to grip into niall’s hair alongside yours, nails scratching at his scalp.

niall shudders, his cock starting to gain interest again, his hand working over himself as he licks his way back up to your clit. his other hand slides behind you, gripping into louis’ ass again, making his hips move faster, harder, working you up more.

“fuckin christ, so fuckin good,” louis groans, head tucked into your neck, arms wrapping around you tighter, thighs starting to shake.

as niall slips his tongue inside you, flicking it over your sensitive walls, louis shudders harder, teeth digging into the skin of your shoulder, whining loudly, “can feel your tongue. fuck, dont stop ni.”

so niall doesn’t stop, his tongue keeps flicking inside you, catching on the underside of louis’ cock through your walls. your body starts convulsing, louis sucking over the bite mark he’s left on you, thrusts growing more and more erratic, the more he feels. feels niall’s tongue. feels you squeezing down on him.

“gonna cum again pet ?” niall hums, mouth still pressed to your sopping cunt, his entire face stuffed against you, struggling to breathe, and not caring one bit, too caught up in the overwhelmingness of it all.

“mhmm, fuck,” you groan out loudly, another orgasm ripping through you, a string of curses coming from behind you, as louis finally lets go, filling you up to the brim.

as you start to come down, louis pulls out of you, niall giving your cunt one last kiss, shimmying his way out from under you, helping you lay down next to him, louis following suit.

“remind me to lose my smokes more often,” louis jokes, a breathy laugh escaping his lips, one hand up in his hair, working at regulating his breathing.

“only one thing left to do,” niall hums, leaning on his elbow to be propped up, looking over you at louis. “after all that, think i deserve a little smooch,” he smirks playfully.

“fuckin hell,” louis laughs, shaking his head, leaning up as well to press his lips to niall’s, both of them laughing through it all.

you hum, laying under them, smirking up at the scene before you, “definitely making a note to steal your smokes sometime.”

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After Midnight - (frat boy Niall x reader) - Fic Request

Anonymous request: I love Niall frat boy's fics Who asked this is a queen. Following this line could you do something similar too with the theme 6th member of 1D but they trying to escape to bed from each other at night on the tour bus at night, something cute but smut too

Tags: Smut, fluff

The hum of the tour bus engine is the only sound filling the small, dimly lit space as you quietly make your way to the bunk section. The rest of the band is already fast asleep, their soft snores and rustling blankets proof of how tiring the day had been. But your heart races—not from exhaustion, but anticipation.

You reach Niall’s bunk and pull back the curtain just enough to peek inside. He’s already waiting for you, a smirk playing on his lips as he shifts over to make room. “Took you long enough,” he teases in a hushed whisper, his Irish accent curling around the words like silk.

Rolling your eyes, you climb in beside him, careful not to make any noise. The space is impossibly small, forcing your bodies close. His arm snakes around your waist immediately, pulling you snug against him. “Missed me?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear.

“You saw me twenty minutes ago,” you reply, your voice barely audible as you try to stifle a laugh.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you,” he shoots back, his tone equal parts cheeky and sincere.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that comes naturally after weeks of sneaking moments like this. His hand lazily traces patterns on your back, and you find yourself relaxing against him, your head resting on his chest.

But it’s not always this easy. Sneaking into his bunk every night has become a careful dance of timing and silence. The other boys aren’t stupid—they’ve noticed how you and Niall seem to disappear at the same time, how you’re both always the last to emerge in the morning.

Louis, especially, has made a game out of trying to catch you. Just last week, he’d pretended to sleepwalk, yanking back random curtains in the middle of the night, claiming he was “looking for snacks.” You’d barely had time to duck under Niall’s blanket, and his hand had clamped over your mouth to stifle your giggles.

“I swear, one of these days Louis is going to catch us,” you whisper now, thinking of how close the near-miss had been.

Niall chuckles softly, the vibration rumbling through his chest. “Let him,” he says, his voice low and cocky. “He’d just be jealous he doesn’t have someone to keep him warm.”

You swat at him lightly, but he catches your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “You’re insufferable,” you mutter, but the smile tugging at your lips gives you away.

“And yet, here you are,” he counters, his grin audible in his voice.

Despite the risk, there’s something thrilling about these stolen moments—the way you have to tiptoe past the others, the whispered conversations, the shared warmth in the tiny bunk. It’s become your haven, your shared secret.

As the bus rounds a sharp corner, you both instinctively shift to keep from falling out of the bunk. Niall tightens his grip on you, his nose brushing against your temple. “You’re not going anywhere,” he whispers, his voice softer now, almost protective.

The dim light filtering through the edges of the curtain casts shadows over Niall’s face, but you can still see the mischief in his eyes as he shifts against you. His hand slides slowly from your back, trailing along your hip and settling on your thigh.

“Niall,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, a mix of warning and anticipation.

“Shh, love,” he murmurs, leaning in so his lips just graze your ear. “You trust me, don’t you?”

You nod instinctively, your breath hitching as his fingers start to move, teasing along the edge of your sleep shorts. The sensation sends a rush of heat through you, your body already responding to his touch.

“Good,” he whispers, his voice low and confident. “Then let me take care of you.”

His hand slips beneath the fabric, his touch firm yet teasing as he explores the sensitive skin there. You bite your lip hard, trying to suppress the gasp that threatens to escape when his fingers dip lower, finding exactly where you want him most.

“Jesus, you’re already so ready for me,” he mutters, his voice full of that cocky edge you know so well. He chuckles softly, clearly pleased with himself, as his fingers begin to work, slow and deliberate.

You can’t help the small sound that escapes your lips, and Niall’s free hand moves quickly, covering your mouth before you can make another noise. His palm is warm and firm against your skin, and the dominance of the gesture only heightens the intensity of what he’s doing to you.

“Quiet, love,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. “Unless you want the whole bus to know what I’m doing to you.”

The idea of being caught sends a jolt of adrenaline through you, making every touch feel even more electric. You grip his arm tightly, your nails digging into his skin as his fingers find a rhythm that drives you closer to the edge.

“Feel good?” he asks, his voice a smug whisper. You nod against his hand, your breath coming in shallow pants as the pleasure builds, overwhelming and impossible to fight.

He leans in, his lips ghosting over your neck as he murmurs, “That’s my girl. Let go for me.”

His words, his touch, the way he’s watching you with that cocky, self-satisfied grin—it’s all too much. Your body shudders as the tension inside you snaps, waves of pleasure crashing over you. You press your face into his chest, muffling the soft cries you can’t hold back as he works you through every second of it, his hand never faltering.

When the last tremors subside, you collapse against him, your body spent and your heart pounding. He finally moves his hand from your mouth, brushing a thumb over your cheek with surprising tenderness.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You can barely find the words to respond, still caught in the haze of what just happened. But Niall doesn’t need an answer—his grin says it all. “Told you I’d take care of you,” he says smugly, pulling you closer as if nothing in the world could pry you apart.

You’re still catching your breath, your body nestled against Niall’s when the thought strikes you—a surge of boldness you didn’t know you had. His arm is draped lazily around your waist, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin as he smirks down at you, that cocky grin impossible to ignore.

“You look smug,” you whisper, your voice hushed but teasing.

“Shouldn’t I be?” he replies, his grin widening. “Didn’t hear you complaining a second ago.”

Rolling your eyes, you shift in his arms, turning to face him fully. “You think you’ve got all the control, don’t you?”

He chuckles softly, leaning in until your noses almost touch. “That’s because I do, love.”

The challenge in his voice is all it takes. Your hand moves under the blanket, sliding over his chest and down his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. His breath hitches, barely perceptible, but enough to tell you you’re on the right track.

His smirk falters for a moment, his cocky confidence giving way to something more primal as your hand slips lower, brushing against the waistband of his shorts. “What are you doing?” he whispers, his voice low and full of heat.

“Returning the favor,” you reply simply, your lips quirking in a smile as your fingers dip under the fabric, finding him already hard and warm against your palm.

Niall swears softly under his breath, his hips twitching involuntarily as you wrap your hand around him. “Jesus,” he mutters, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Shh,” you tease, leaning in to press your lips against his. The kiss is slow and deliberate, a perfect contrast to the steady rhythm of your hand. Every movement draws a quiet sound from him—a muffled groan, a sharp intake of breath—and you can feel his resolve slipping with every second.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he fights to stay quiet. “You’re gonna get us caught,” he mutters, though there’s no real conviction in his voice.

“Then be quiet,” you whisper against his lips, your tone full of playful defiance.

His laugh is strained, but his cocky demeanor hasn’t faded entirely. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice ragged as your hand moves faster, more deliberate now.

You don’t answer, letting your actions speak for you. Instead, you kiss him again, your mouth capturing his to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggles to maintain control.

“Bloody hell,” he whispers against your lips, his voice cracking with tension. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You can feel him trembling beneath you, his breathing shallow and uneven as he teeters on the edge. His forehead presses against yours again, his eyes squeezing shut as a quiet, broken groan escapes him. “That’s it,” you murmur, your voice soft but commanding. “Let go.”

His release is silent but intense, his body shuddering against yours as he gives in completely. His grip on your hips tightens for a moment before loosening as he slumps back against the mattress, utterly spent.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The only sound is the soft hum of the bus engine and your mingled breaths as you come down from the moment.

Finally, Niall breaks the silence, his cocky grin slowly returning. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” he says, his voice rough but full of humor.

“Is that a complaint?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Not at all,” he replies, pulling you into his arms again. “But don’t think for a second I’m letting you get the last word.”

His words are a promise, one that sends a thrill through you as you settle against him, your heart still racing from the thrill of what you’ve just done.

...

The early morning sun filters through the cracks in the curtains, casting soft light onto the otherwise still tour bus. You stir awake, feeling the warmth of Niall’s arm draped over your waist. He’s still asleep, his face relaxed, his lips slightly parted as a faint snore escapes him.

For a moment, you let yourself bask in the warmth of him, the way his body molds so perfectly against yours in the tiny bunk. But that calm is short-lived as you hear the faint shuffle of footsteps moving around the bus.

“Niall,” you whisper sharply, shaking him lightly. “Someone’s awake.”

He groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Relax,” he mumbles, his voice low and rough with sleep. “They’re not gonna look in here.”

But before you can argue, the curtain is yanked back with absolutely no warning.

“Oi! What the—” Louis’s voice cuts through the quiet, loud and unmistakably delighted.

Your eyes widen in horror as he stares at the two of you, tangled together under the blanket. His gaze flicks between Niall, still half-asleep and shirtless, and you, desperately trying to pull the covers up to hide yourself.

“Louis!” you hiss, your voice high-pitched and panicked. “Ever heard of knocking?”

Louis blinks once, then bursts into uncontrollable laughter. He leans against the side of the bunk for support, tears forming in his eyes. “Oh, this is brilliant. I knew it! I bloody knew it!”

“Louis, shut it,” Niall grumbles, his voice thick with irritation but still laced with that unmistakable cocky edge. He sits up slightly, raking a hand through his disheveled hair. “Not like it’s your business.”

“Not my business?” Louis wheezes, still laughing. “Mate, you’ve been sneaking her into your bunk for weeks, haven’t you? Don’t deny it.”

By now, the commotion has woken everyone else. Harry pokes his head out from his bunk, his curls sticking up in every direction. “What’s going on?” he asks groggily, his eyes squinting against the light.

“Caught the lovebirds,” Louis announces proudly, gesturing dramatically to you and Niall.

Harry blinks at the two of you, then grins, stretching lazily. “Finally,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Zayn appears next, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking far too amused. “Honestly, I’m just glad it’s out in the open,” he says casually, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep with you two carrying on right below me? That bunk isn’t soundproof, you know.”

Your jaw drops, heat rushing to your face. “Oh my god, Zayn!”

“Just saying,” he adds with a shrug, clearly enjoying your mortification.

You bury your face in your hands, wishing you could disappear, but Niall? He’s completely unbothered. “Can’t help it if she gets a little carried away,” he says, flashing Zayn a cocky grin.

Zayn snorts. “Right, sure, blame her.”

“Alright, what’s going on?” Liam’s voice cuts through the chaos as he steps into the scene, looking far more awake than anyone else. His eyes flick to you and Niall, still crammed together in the tiny bunk, and he raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Yep,” Louis says gleefully, clapping his hands together. “They’ve been sneaking around for weeks, apparently.”

Liam sighs, rubbing his temples like he’s already tired of the drama. But when he glances at you, his expression softens. “Well… at least it’s not some random stranger,” he mutters, almost to himself.

The teasing continues as the boys start listing all the “obvious” signs they’d apparently noticed—Niall’s lingering looks, your mysterious disappearances, the times you both emerged from the bunk area looking suspiciously disheveled.

“Could’ve been sneakier,” Liam points out with a shrug.

“Could’ve been louder,” Zayn quips with a smirk, earning a collective groan from everyone.

“Alright, enough,” Niall says, his grin firmly in place. He leans back against the bunk wall, pulling you closer with an arm around your shoulders. “You’re all just jealous I’ve got her and you don’t.”

“Jealous?” Louis says, his voice high-pitched with mock offense. “As if! I just can’t believe she puts up with you.”

“She doesn’t mind,” Niall says smugly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

The boys groan again, their complaints drowned out by Louis declaring this his new favorite thing to tease you about.

You sigh, hiding your face in Niall’s shoulder as he chuckles softly, clearly enjoying every second of it. Life on tour just got a lot more complicated—but judging by the way Niall’s holding you close, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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