One Direction One Shots (All Ships)

Zianourry (Niall-centric) - Well Loved

Niall was on his knees. Again. Third time this week. 

He wasn't complaining by any means, he was just saying. He actually liked to think it was a testimony to how much his boyfriends loved him. They could pick anyone of the five, and they've all been chosen, to be passed around like a toy. But Niall has been chosen every night this week. By now his ass was sore but his heart was full. He was losing his voice from the screaming and the cocks down his throat. He felt used and abused.

And he reveled in it.

So, here he was again. Another hotel room, another city. He sat back on his knees while his boyfriends surrounded him in various states of dress. Liam stepped closer, in just his tight white pants, and pet Niall's hair. "You were so good tonight on stage, baby." Niall leaned into the touch. He scooted a tiny bit closer and placed a hand on Liam's thick thigh.

"He's so needy already," Zayn whispered to Harry next to him.

Harry made a noise of agreement and took off his pants. "He's not even close to how needy he'll be soon." Niall whimpered at the promise.

"Niall," Louis' authoritative voice rang from behind him. Niall turned on his knees and saw Louis, with a hand on his length, looking at Niall like he wanted to devour him. Niall immediately started to crawl over to where Louis was standing. Louis sat back in the chair and got comfortable. "Come here, baby." Niall got into Louis' lap and felt Louis hard against his ass. He reflexively rocked back onto him and Louis hissed.

"I'm guessing that means you're first," Liam stated.

"Hell, yeah," Louis confirmed and ran his hands down Niall's sides. "Are you gonna ride me, Ni?"

Niall nodded eagerly and lifted up so he could aligned himself with Louis while Louis spit into his palm and rubbed it over his shaft. Niall thanked God that being fucked so many times this week has left him fairly stretched all the time, but no lube was still going to burn. He lowered down until just the tip was inside and let his head fall back. Louis still stretched him open, despite the constant sex. Louis waited until Niall got halfway down to push the rest of the way.

Niall screamed and dug his nails into Louis' chest. "F-fuck, Lou," Niall whimpered.

"Come on, baby. Show me what you can do," Louis whispered.

Niall lifted himself up and fell back down slowly. Then again, faster, until he got a rhythm and was bouncing on Louis' cock. Louis was moaning every other time Niall hit his hips, and Niall had his short nails permanently embedded in Louis' skin. He rode Louis harder. Niall's thigh were tense and squeezing Louis' beneath him.

"Yes, baby. So good. I'm gonna come," Louis warned before shooting into Niall and thrusting up into him.

Niall held himself at his base to keep from coming when Louis hit his prostate. Louis finished inside him before Niall pulled off and sat back down on him. He slid off the chair, onto his knees, and licked Louis clean of cum. Harry picked Niall up under the arms and laid him down on the bed on his back. Niall spread his legs without even thinking and Harry chuckled at him.

"So ready. Such a slut."

"No. Yours."

"My slut? That's so kind, Ni," Harry laughed.

Niall used his feet to pull Harry in and Harry pulled his hips to the edge of the bed. He folded Niall over so his knees were touching his sides and pushed in, using Louis' cum as lube.

"I thought you'd be loose by now, Nialler. Shit, how do you do that?"

It was Niall's turn to laugh as he clenched around Harry and Harry bucked harder and groaned. Harry retaliated by changing his angle and hitting Niall's weak spot dead on. He shoved in harder, abusing the little bundle with every thrust. Niall's laughed turned into whines and he gripped the sheets by his head.