#39 He’s dared to put his hands on your boobs
Louis:
“This is a really great dare.” Louis winks at you, gladly accepting Harry’s dare for him. “Try not to be that wet, baby.” He smirks, toying with your boobs first, then rubbing them with the thumbs of his hands. “Look at Y/N.” Zayn points out, chuckling a bit. “Already got you wet, huh?” Louis raises an eyebrow at you, as your thighs rub together, aching for your boyfriend’s touch. “Didn’t I tell you not to be that wet…yet.” “Pleaseeee.” You moan. “Louis, I need you.” He smirks again at your impatience, asking if there’s a spare room in the house to the boys. “Great.” He states. “Guess you’re getting some tonight, Y/N.”
Zayn:
“Just do it!” Niall pushes Zayn closer to you, the moment being as awkward as he was acting. “I’m really sorry about this.” He murmurs, rolling his eyes when Louis yells, “No he is!” His large hands are placed over your boobs, just over the thin shirt you were wearing. “I, uh.” Zayn gulps. “Nice weather we’re having, yeah?” Liam bursts into laughter at his small talk with you. “Er, I guess.” You shrug, watching closely as he continued to pleasure you. “Ah.” You shut your eyes tight, feeling Zayn toy with your body, squeezing and pulling, while trying to restrain himself. “Okay, whatever fuck this.” He announces, grabbing your arm as he takes you into the bedroom.
Liam:
“Hmm.” Zayn’s eyes peer around the circle of his friends, choosing his next victim. “Liam!” He smirks. “Truth or dare?” “Uh.” He gulps. “Dare?” “I dare you… to touch Y/N’s boobs.” Liam’s eyes snap to yours, your cheeks blushing furiously. “I-I…” “Better do it Liam.” Louis laughs. “It’s a dare.” “Alright, alright.” He huffs, moving closer to you. His hands shift around your boobs, barely touching them- as you quickly place your hands on top of his, pushing them down on your boobs. “Shit.” Liam grins. “Really must want me badly.” You scoff, trying to deny what was, indeed, true. Pinching your boobs a little, making you moan quite loudly, making the boys restrain their laughter. “It’s alright, Y/N. You’ll be moaning and screaming tonight when I’m finished with you.”
Niall:
What a great day to not wear a bra, you thought, the dare being more sexual than awkward. His hands quickly attach to your boobs, massaging, as you try your best not to moan- well, not loudly of course. “Niall’s enjoying it.” Harry points out, chuckling as a prominent bulge is strained against his pants, knowing that he was throbbing for you. “Kinda.” He muttered, driving you crazy as his rough fingers rubbed your boobs; making the heat between your legs more wet than it was supposed to be. “Y/N, you alright?” Niall grins, clearly understanding what’s happening to your body. “I…Arg, just fuck me already.” You groaned, as he quickly transports you bridal style into the bedroom. “Gladly.”
Harry:
“No, no.” Liam laughs, shaking his head. “Underneath her shirt, not over it.” Harry sighs, tucking his hands underneath your tank top, reaching behind and unclasping the bra. You feel his hands shuffle, swiftly removing the bra and chucking it behind him. “Don’t need that with me, babe.” He assures, placing his hands back where they were. His fingers play with your boob, pinching them several times. “I wish I could do that with my mouth.” He whispers into your ear. “Wouldn’t that be better?” “Yes, please.” You nod. “Well,” his hands depart from your aching lady parts, putting them into the pockets of his jeans. “Wait until home, okay?”
