One Direction One Shots 1

Three's Company (Larry Threesome)

It's a bit scary as I wander down the dark hallway, trying to find the room I was directed to. I'd never really been through the back of an arena, and I wasn't enjoying my first time. A scream leaves my lips as someone grabs me from behind, throwing their hand over my mouth.

"Quiet," a voice whispers into my ear. "You'll get us caught." Harry pulls me into a room, where Lou is casually lounging on the couch.

"Finally found us?" Louis asks; a grin on his face.

"Almost," Harry responds for me. "I found her."

Harry stands behind me, his chest pressed tightly to my back. His hands gather my hair and pull it to one side, exposing my neck. I try to make sure my breathing isn't too loud as I feel him get closer, the tip of his nose tracing along my bare shoulder.

"So you're up for it?"

"I think so," I reply.

"Be sure," Harry says. "We don't want you to do anything you'll regret." I take a moment to think about what I'm doing and I throw caution to the wind.

"I'm sure." I tell the boys with confidence.

"Good," Harry says darkly, finally attaching his lips to the skin of my neck. My knees feel weak as he kisses from the juncture of the shoulder upwards, his teeth occasionally nipping. We've just barely gotten started, but Harry's already started leaving love bites.

I sigh as I recline my head to lean back upon his shoulder, exposing my neck further. Harry's breath is warm against my neck as I move my hands to palm him through his chinos. "Someone's eager," he breathes against my neck.

Harry's hands find my chest, roughly squeezing my breasts through my dress. I whimper out his name as he chuckles darkly against my neck. Once he's done teasing my neck, his warm fingers find the zipper of the back of my dress, pulling it down agonizingly slow.

While he's managing to do that, I watch Louis as he tugs his shirt over his head before unbuttoning his signature red pants. "Louis, aren't you going to join the fun?" I ask, slightly breathless.

"He likes to watch." Harry replies, his hands working down my frond. Before I know it, he's plunged two fingers into my knickers, his thumb teasing my clit mercilessly.

"Louis, she's so wet and we haven't even gotten started." Haz slides two fingers into my wet heat, working them back and forth until I begin to whimper, telling him how close I am. He abruptly pulls away from me, laughing as I groan.

"Taste her," Louis says, palming himself through his boxers. I watch as Harry slides two fingers through his lips, smacking them loudly.

"She tastes so sweet." Harry says as he finishes licking his fingers clean. Louis beckons for me to come forward, so I follow his instructions, stopping so I stand in front of his knees. He smirks at me as he pulls my underwear down my legs.

Louis watches my face as he takes his fingers, tracing them over my entrance. The boys aren't lying; I am wet. I can feel it almost dripping down my thighs as the two boys tease me. I feel slightly ridiculous as his fingers lie in wait, the smirk upon his face almost scary.

"You are wet. I bet you're throbbing." Louis whispers, pressing his thumb hard onto my clit.

"Yes," I admit, pushing my hips forward.

"What should we do, Harry? Should we help this lovely girl out?"

"I don't know," Harry replies huskily. I turn around to see where he is, my jaw almost dropping. In the few minutes I've been preoccupied with Lou, Harry has stripped of all clothing but his tight Tommy Hilfiger boxers.