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Harry - he drove down into you, anxious of his hands slipping to places they shouldn’t be. You entwined his fingers regardless, tapping his rough hands on the sweat of your skin, and guiding him inward to that special place.
"Shit," you groaned when his length applied the right kind of pressure, "that’s it, babe, that’s it." And he drove down again and again, until you felt parts of frozen numbness slid up your legs and settle until the morning.
Liam - he bowed down between your legs, one hand prying you apart, the other tracing lines over every moist kiss left as an imprint on your skin. He slipped two fingers in, curving upwards only halfway.
"More," you drew him on, a raspy breath escaping, "baby, more." And he obliged, plunging further, two digits making your eyes flutter closed and your toes curl into helixes.
Louis - he’d never had a lot of trouble to begin with, thrusting hard the first few times to penetrate you before your bottom lip could even fall from the tuck of your front teeth. His hands laced around your arms, firmly holding you in place so you wouldn’t move, so he couldn’t lose the spot. Lips angrily mashed into yours, hasty and hungry.
He relished knowing he had you there, “feel good, baby? That the spot you like?”
Zayn - he rolled down onto you, fidgeting for a second, enough to make your brow knot, sweat grouping that risen to the surface during foreplay. He eased into you, making you bite down hard on your lip. “Babe, are you… shit!”
He caught you mid-sentence, shadow of a smirk because he knew what he was doing to you, his length thick and hard, plunging toward the spot that made you moan.
Niall - you could feel the tickle of rough, calloused fingers, tips hewn from strumming idle guitar notes. He brushed above your core, before slipping two in. “I’m gonna make you moan so hard,” his voice was a low rumble inside your thigh, “so fucking hard.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the pop. It all became a blur when he found that place. The only thing louder than your ragged breathing were the moans you let slip in between, growing higher and louder like he’d promised.
"Told you, babe," he smirked.
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