Word Count: 9303

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Summary: Niall really doesn't want to go to the dentist, but the boys all make him, which leads to the boys finding out about Niall's little head space.

Warnings: little Niall, ageplay, bottom!Niall, top!Harry, Liam, Zayn, Louis, manhandling kink, Niall centric, slight hand fetish, rimming, double penetration, multiple orgasms, dry orgasm

Note: No smut takes place while Niall is in little space, and everything is consentual, even if not explicitly stated

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"Niall!" Zayn called from the hallway, "Come on!"

Niall jumped up from his bed, trudging out into the hall to find Zayn tying his shoe laces.

"Where are we going, Zaynie?" He asked the older boy curiously.

"The dentist."

Niall's eyes widened, and he stepped back quickly, only to hit something solid. When he craned his head back, he realized it was Liam, who was smiling down at the boy.

"Hi Niall! Ready for your dentist appointment today?" Liam asked the boy, a grin evident on his face.

Niall shook his head no, "I don't wanna go!" He pouted.

"Well, too bad buddy. You've already got an appointment, and we don't want to miss it, now do we?" Asked Zayn, standing up from where he had been crouching to tie his shoe.

He walked up to Niall, and patted his cheek, "Go put your shoes on."

Niall ran back into his room, but not to put his shoes on.

Instead, he dove into his bed, slipping under his covers before grabbing his stuffie from underneath them.

With his giraffe stuffie cuddled to his chest, he reached under his pillow, grabbing his blue dummy to plop into his mouth.

He hated the dentist, and hearing that he had to go today made him start to slip into his little space, his mental age now being 3.

He didn't mean to slip, but he couldn't help it. He had become a little two years ago, when he was still in school and his stress was very high.

His parents were the ones who had made the decision to do it, so they talked to a professional and, after a lot of convincing, got Niall to begin testing out little space.

The ages he could be were 3, 5 and 7, but he preferred being 3.

Niall stayed underneath his blanket, cuddling the giraffe to his chest, sucking on the dummy, before he slowly drifted to sleep.

When he woke up, it was from the pounding of his door.

"Niall!" It was Zayn, "Get your arse out here Niall! We need to leave or we'll be late!"

Niall whimpered. When he was in his headspace he was very sensitive to loud noises, he hated when people yelled. Especially when the yelling was directed at him.

His blue eyes pooled with tears as the banging at the door continued.

It stopped, so Niall listened.

He could hear Harry's voice, but didn't know what he was saying.

Then, he heard his door being unlocked, and then being opened, and then Harry's voice.

"Niall, come on mate. You're going to be late for your-"

Niall had been facing the wall, his back toward his door, but Harry had walked over to him and could now see that there were tears streaming out of Niall's eyes, as well as a dummy in his mouth.

"Niall?" Harry asked softly.

Niall didn't respond, he just sniffled and started sucking on his dummy, as it had only been resting in his mouth when he had woken up.

"Niall," Harry repeated, louder and more stern that time.

Niall turned his body in bed, and he heard the other boys gasp from the doorway.

His giraffe was still held in his arms, but his covers had fallen down to reveal it.

"Niall, what's that?" Harry asked the boy, ignoring the three others in the doorway.

"My stuffie," Niall stated, though it was muffled from the dummy in his mouth.

"And why do you have a stuffie?" Harry asked softly. He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it from Niall.

"Cause Mr. Cuddles is my best friend," the blonde boy grinned.

Harry smiled, "And what about that dummy in your mouth? Why do you have that?"

"Makes me feel safe," Niall mumbled, looking down at his stuffie to pick at the old fur, sucking on the dummy again.

"Alright, Ni, we will talk about this later. Alright? But for now we need to get your shoes on so you can go to the dentist," Explained Harry.

Louis, Liam and Zayn were all at the door still, watching in fascination at Harry and Niall.

Niall's eyes went wide again, and more tears brimmed in them, "I don't wanna go!"

Harry brushed away the tears, "If you go and be a good little boy for us, we will get you a treat, okay?"

Niall perked up, and smiled shyly, "Okay."

Harry grinned, "Great! Now up, up!"

Harry motioned for Liam to get Niall's shoes, and for Louis to get him a new shirt; the one he was currently wearing was wrinkled from sleep.

The boys did as Harry told them to, deciding to leave their questions for later.

"Can I take this off?" Harry asked, grabbing the hem of Niall's shirt.

The boy nodded, lifting his arms up so that Harry could lift the shirt off.

When Louis returned with a new shirt for Niall, Harry took it, slipping it over Niall's head.

Niall helped Harry get the shirt onto him, ruffling it down so that it was sitting properly on his body.

"Let's leave Mr. Cuddles here for now, Ni Ni. We don't want him getting lost at the dentist, right?" Harry said, taking the giraffe stuffie carefully from Niall, before he set it down against the boy's pillow.

Niall just nodded, staring at the plush sadly.

"Come on, now, doll, let's get you going."

They all clambered into their car, before driving off to the dentist, hoping they weren't too late for Niall's appointment.

-

"Niall Horan?" A woman called from a doorway, right when the five of them had entered the waiting room.

Niall held on tightly to Harry's hand for comfort. He wasn't in little space anymore, but he was still fucking terrified of the dentist.

He was practically trembling.

They followed the woman to a room in the back, where they found the dentist setting up her equipment.

"Ah!" She smiled, upon seeing them enter, "which one of you is Niall?"

Niall raised his hand reluctantly, wishing someone could take his place and pose as him so he wouldn't have to do it, himself.

"Lovely. Now who are all of you? I don't mind. Just- usually at adult dentists we don't get so many tag along's."

Her smile showed she was joking around, but Niall still felt extremely emmbarresed about the fact that the other boys were there with him for a freaking dentist appointment, and the fact that his dentist had called him out on it.

"We're his mates," Zayn spoke, "decided to tag along last minute since we have nothing else to do."

"We can leave if we're a bother," Liam added.

Harry and Louis nodded in confirmation to the other two's statements.

"No, no, you're quite alright staying. You can take a seat, if you like. This shouldn't take too long," the dentist explained, before she turned to Niall who was standing in front of the bed thing awkwardly, "Now you, can go ahead and hop up there. I'll go ahead and finish setting up my tools."

Niall didn't respond, his anxiety high and the need to slip so prominent.

He really didn't want to slip right now, though, that would humiliate him.

He looked at Harry pleadingly, as he eased himself up onto the dentist's chair.

Harry walked over to him, grabbing the boys hand in his before bringing it up to his mouth, kissing the back of Niall's hand in a soothing effort.

"You'll do lovely, Ni, alright?" He whispered to Niall.

Niall nodded, gulping as he squeezed Harry's hand.

Harry ended up staying there with Niall the whole time, while Zayn and Liam sat in the two chairs, Louis standing against the wall next to Zayn.

Harry never let go of Niall, and he only moved when the dentist needed to get there.

But finally, after half an hour, the dentist finished.

Niall sighed with relief once he was out of the chair, his hands and legs trembling from the whole ordeal.

Ten more minutes later and they were back out in the parking lot.

Harry, upon noticing the trembling from Niall, wrapped his arms tightly around him, pulling him into his chest tightly.

Louis ran up to them, too, hugging Niall tight from behind, before Zayn and Liam joined on either side of him.

He felt even more emmbarressed at having his four mates comfort him after a fucking dentist appointment, when he was a grown adult.

But he squished his face into Harry's chest, anyway, and accepted the hug.

But then, as his emotions got to him - the stress from awaiting the dreadful appointment for months, the stress from the boy's finding out about his headspace, the stress from actually being there, and the stress from finding all of his band mates incredibly hot at the moment, he felt himself slipping.

But he wasn't able to stop it this time like he had been in the dentist's office.

He sniffled, it being muffled by Harry's sweater, and rubbed his face against Harry's chest.

Everyone let go of him once they heard the sniffle, but stayed close to him, keeping an arm on him in comfort as they stared at the boy who was now crying silently.

He stuck his thumb into his mouth, crying more as he realized he didn't have either of his comfort items on him at the moment - Mr. Cuddles and his dummy.

"C'mon, love, let's get home," Louis said softly, but unsure, ushering the boy into the, now unlocked, car.

Niall was now sat between Liam and Louis.

Zayn was in the passenger seat, while Harry drove.

"Can you tell my why you are crying, Ni?" Liam asked, his dad mode on as he looked at Niall, gently taking the boys thumb from his mouth since it was dirty.

"I-I don't have Mr. Cuddles-s and I just w-want to go ho-me," he cried, clinging onto Liam's arm.

Liam grabbed the boys shoulder, pulling him into his side in an attempt to calm him down, stroking the blonde locks softly.

After a moment, the cries became silent, and Liam felt a tugging on his shirt sleeve.

He realized Niall had pulled it into his mouth and had now began chewing and sucking on it.

Liam let him, because it wasn't a big deal.

Niall fell asleep almost immediately. All of his anxiety and stress had worn him out.

-

Niall started to stir when he felt movement, noticing that there were strong, familiar arms carrying him up the stairs of their house.

The person took him to his bedroom, opened the door, and carried Niall to bed.

Niall closed his eyes again when the person layed him down, and he felt them taking his shoes off, then his trousers.

Then, they carefully slid the blankets out from under him, pulling them up to Niall's shoulders, before placing Mr. Cuddles in his arms.

He began to walk away after, but Niall started to move again, whining quietly.

They walked back to him, grabbing Niall's dummy to place it carefully into his mouth, which Niall gratefully began to suck.

"Sh, sh, you're alright, Nialler," they said, before leaning down to place a soft kiss to his forehead.

Niall smiled ever so slightly, but stayed 'asleep.'

He heard the person walking away again, and once he had heard his door open, he peeked an eye open, watching as Zayn left his room, shutting the door behind himself quietly as to not wake Niall up.

Niall hummed contently, snuggling Mr. Cuddles closer to his chest as he sucked on his dummy, letting himself fall asleep again.

-

When Niall had woken up for the second time, he was still in his bed as Zayn had left him.

But now, he wasn't in his headspace.

His cheeks heated up, realizing that he'd probably have to confront the boys now.

He didn't want to, but he was relieved that they knew now.

He hated keeping things from them.

He took the dummy from his mouth, placing it on his pillow.

He let Mr. Cuddles fall from his arms as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He got up from his bed, walking to the door before opening it quietly, not wanting to alert the boys.

He assumed all of them were in their rooms as usual, so he headed to the kitchen to get some water, his mouth sore from his dentist appointment earlier.

His heart leaped when he reached the living room.

All the boys were there, talking quietly together.

And when Niall entered the room, all of them turned to look at him, smiling up at him.

He stood there awkwardly, flushing in embarresment when he realized he still didn't have his trousers on after Zayn had taken them off so he'd be more comfortable sleeping.

"Hi, buddy, you okay?" Harry asked, getting up from his place on the couch between Liam and Louis.

Zayn was sitting on a big plush chair in front of the others.

Niall looked down at his feet, toeing at the carpet.

"I'm big," he muttered, watching as Harry's bigger, shoe clad feet stopped in front of his small bare ones.

"Alrighty. You wanna sit down with us and talk about everything?" Harry's tone was gentle, and he placed his hands on niall's arms.

Niall nodded.

He didn't want to take Harry's seat.

So, instead, he walked to Zayn, before climbing into the man's lap.

He kissed his cheek softly, "thank you for tucking me in earlier."

He saw Zayn's cheeks flush slightly, before he smiled at Niall, wrapping an arm around his waist, "No worries, babes."

Niall turned back to the other three boys, who were all already looking at him.

"How long was I asleep?" He asked them, relaxing into Zayn's back.

"About an hour, lad," Louis informed him.

Niall nodded.

"You need some water, Ni? Your voice is pretty hoarse," said Liam, already getting up from the couch, patting Harry's thigh as he did so.

Niall nodded appreciatively, "Yeah, thanks, Li."

Liam left the room, heading to the kitchen to get Niall his water, while the other boys sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence.

The man got back a minute later, holding a glass of water out to Niall, who took it with a smile, taking a big sip of it to wet his dry mouth.

The coldness of it soothed the soreness a bit.

"So," Harry started, "You're a little, then?"

Niall flushed again, nodding his head as he fidgeted with the glass.

"Yes, I'm usually three. But sometimes I can be five or seven."

Harry nodded, "The boys and I were talking about it while you were asleep. W' were reading about it so we could understand it."

Niall smiled in appreciation, overwhelmed with joy at the fact that the boy's wanted to know and understand it instead of making fun of him.

"Can I ask you how you became to be a little?" Louis asked.

"My parents got me to try it out a few years ago," Niall explained, "they said it would help with all the stress I was under at the time. They had even gone to an expert, before even talking to me about it.

"At first, I didn't want to try it, because I was 15 at the time and thought that acting as a baby would be a terrible idea. But then, after they had finally persuaded me to try, I slipped into headspace for the first time a week after trying to. And since then, I've been a little."

The boys nodded, and Niall felt Zayn place his other hand on Niall's thigh.

"How does being in your headspace help you with your stress?" He asked.

Niall glanced at him, before looking back at his glass.

"Well, it sort of takes away all of the responsibilities I have at times, it makes me dependant on other people to make decisions for me, which is just so much easier than carrying everything on my back."

The boys nod as Niall talks, and when he finishes, he takes another sip of his water.

Zayn's thumb starts to rub circles into Niall's thigh, which became very distracting to Niall - though he was sure Zayn was doing it subconsciously.

He leaned more into Zayn, tucking his head into the crook of Zayn's neck as he looked at the boy's.

"How severe does it get when you're in your headspace, Ni?" Harry asked.

"Not too severe. Like, I'm potty trained and all that, so I never need nappies or anything. I'm capable of going to the bathroom on my own. But I do prefer wearing clothes that little kids would wear, and I talk like a little kid, my interests switch to that of a little kid. It depends on how old I am.

"When I'm three, I suck my thumb and dummy's a lot. When I'm five, I take Mr. Cuddles everywhere with me, and sometimes don't listen to what I'm told to do. When I'm seven, I'm a complete brat, to be honest."

"Do you just act as a typical person of those ages while you're in that headspace?" Louis confirmed.

"Yeah, pretty simple," Niall nodded.

He heard Zayn hum, and then Liam was speaking, "do you go into your headspace at random? Or do certain things set it off?"

"Certain things definitely set it off," Niall told him, noticing how the hand on his waist tightened, "Like I said, stress is the main thing that sets it off. And anxiety. That's why I was how I was today. With the dentist and all that. I can also slip when I'm really scared or sad. Essentially, when I'm really emotional - I slip. Also, if people treat me like a baby; whether it be what they say to me or their tone, or how they handle me."

"Are you able to go back to your actual age when you please?" Harry asks.

Niall noddes after a moment, "Sometimes. It depends on the situation. I'm able to when we're on tour and stuff, which is how I've been able to keep it from you guys. But, sometimes it's hard to make myself big again."

Suddenly, Niall's stomach rumbles loudly, making him flush in embarresment.

Louis laughs fondly, Zayn moves the hand that was on his thigh to his stomach, and Liam and Harry smile.

"You hungry, bug?" Zayn chuckles.

Niall blushes again, but nods, nevertheless.

"Let's get you some food, then, Nialler," Louis said as he hopped up from the couch.

Zayn stands up with Niall, placing the boy on his hip.

Niall's blush darkens, but he wraps his legs around Zayn's waist, wrapping one of his arms around Zayn's neck, holding his water in his hand as Zayn carried him to the kitchen with the others.

Niall stares at Zayn as he takes them to the kitchen, and ducks his head down to Zayn's shoulder when the man smiled at him.

Zayn places Niall gently down onto the counter, and begins looking around for something for Niall.

Niall sips his water, watching as the four others look around the kitchen.

Louis comes up to him then, stepping between his legs as he looks at Niall, "You want me to heat you up my leftover Nando's?"

Niall smiles excitedly, nodding his head enthusiastically, "Yes please, Lou."

He wraps his arms around Louis, hugging him tight.

Louis hugs him back, and then he's getting his leftovers from the fridge.

Ten minutes later, the five of them are all eating together at their counter, Niall between Harry and Zayn.

The two boys on either side of them each have a hand resting on his thigh.

It's weirdly comforting, and it makes him feel protected and safe.

When he finishes his food (he's the first person to finish, obviously), he places his hands on top of Harry and Zayn's, entwining their fingers together.

He looks at Harry on his left, grinning up at him, and then at Zayn on his right.

They both give him warm smiles in return.

Liam and Louis are talking together about some YouTuber or something, while they finish eating.

Harry and Zayn are speaking about their favorite foodie teams.

Niall keeps quiet, though, staring down at his lap and at the hands resting on his thighs, how good they look in his own. He likes how dark Zayn's and is compared to his, as well as Harry's, and loves the way their tattoos look.

It contrasts with his clear, milky skin.

He brings their hands together, holding them together between his own, giggling when he makes them hold hands, before he separates them again.

He continues to mess with their fingers, drawing patterns on the skin with his fingertip, noticing how Zayn gets goosebumps from Niall trailing his finger up and down his arm.

Harry's index finger drums on his thigh, and Zayn squeezes his thigh occasionally, sending almost invisible shivers down Niall's spine.

He notices, then, that Harry and Zayn aren't talking anymore.

His cheeks heat up as he becomes actually aware of what he had been doing, and he looks up at Harry, noticing the man looking down at him, his lips parted slightly.

Then, to Zayn, who's eyes are slightly darker than usual.

They both stare into Niall's soul as if they could read every little detail about him just from looking at him.

The air feels thick as he looks at the two, silent men gazing at him with such intensity it's almost suffocating him.

But suddenly, that new, unknown atmosphere around them is broken by Louis's loud burp, before he's sighing loudly, patting his belly in contentment.

Liam glares at him, wiping his hands on his napkin, "Don't be rude, Louis."

Louis glares back at Liam, "sorry, dad."

That makes Niall laugh.

Harry stands up then, taking his dishes and then Niall's.

"Who's up for a movie?" He asks as he takes everyone's dishes.

Niall jumps up, "I'm picking!"

He runs to the living room, grabbing a big blanket from the linen closet before he plops down onto the couch, Zayn and Louis sitting between him under the blanket as he turns the tv on with the remote, scrolling through Netflix.

Liam and Harry join them minutes later, having been washing the dishes.

They sit in front of the couch on the floor, with Liam in front of Niall, who puts his legs on the man's shoulders.

Liam let's him, running a hand up and down his leg for a moment before he drops it back to his lap.

Niall eventually picks a movie, and they all go silent as the movie begins.

-

Niall is munching on popcorn - that Harry had gotten them all during the boring beginning of the movie - when he feels Louis' hand, that had been on his thigh the entire movie, slide up towards his crotch.

He stops his chewing for just a moment, his hand stilling in his little bowl of popcorn, before he resumes eating, shrugging it off as Louis just adjusting his position.

But then, five minutes later, Louis' hand goes higher, and Niall glances at him.

Louis looks at Niall, grinning at him sweetly, before turning back to the movie.

So Niall relaxes again, sure that Louis isn't trying anything.

But then, another five minutes later, and Louis moves his hand.

This time, directly on to Niall's crotch, pressing down hard.

Niall moans in surprise, not expecting Louis to palm him.

The boys all look at him in concern - even Louis! That bloody bastard. He should earn a grammy for acting.

"You alright, Ni?" Harry asks him, concerned.

Zayn puts his own hand on Niall's other thigh, in the same place Louis' was before it was on his crotch.

It's in a way that says 'you okay?'

"Yeah," Niall breathes, "bit a kernel."

Liam and Harry nod in understanding, turning back to watch the movie, Harry's head resting on Liam's.

Zayn keeps his hand where it is on Niall's thigh, and Louis keeps his on Niall's crotch that is slowly growing.

"Love feeling you grow hard for me," Louis mumbles into Niall's ear, palming him again.

Niall surpresses a moan by biting on to Louis' shoulder, bucking his hips up ever so slightly.

Louis continued to roughly palm Niall, digging the bottom of palm into Niall's hard bulge.

Then, Louis' hand is gone, and Niall almost whimpers.

But then, he's sucking in a breath when he feels Louis' hand grab Zayn's hand, moving it to Niall's bulge.

Louis puts Zayn's hand on it, before pushing it down, causing Zayn to palm him.

Zayn snaps his head to them, his mouth opening in shock, as he looks from Niall who's head is resting against the back of the couch, his eyes screwed shut and his cheeks impossibly pink, biting his lip hard; to Louis, who is smirking devilishly at Zayn, his nipples visibly hard and poking out from his shirt.

Zayn looks to Harry, who's sat in front of him, then Liam, who's in front of Louis.

Both of them are still so engrossed in the movie, so Zayn decides, fuck it.

He uses the hand that isn't being pushed against Niall to grab onto the side of said boy's face, turning it toward his before he smashes their lips together.

They make out hotly, while Louis removes his hand from Zayn's - Zayn now independently palming Niall - and runs his hand down Niall's arm, attaching his own lips to Niall's neck.

Zayn slips his hand into Niall's pants, palming him through his boxers, the boy bucking his hips up.

Then, Niall moans loudly when Louis finds his sweet spot, blindly reaching his hands out to palm both Zayn and Louis.

At the sound of Niall's moan, Harry and Liam look back at him again, gasping at the sight of Zayn and Niall making out, Louis' lips attached to Niall's pale neck, Zayn's hand under the blankets, obviously palming him, and Niall's hands palming the two boys on either side of him.

Harry can already feel himself growing, his vision going hazy with lust.

He looks at Liam, who's mouth is still open in shock, but his eyes are darker.

Harry stands up, facing the three other boys, before he pulls Niall away from the others, pulling him up to his knees so he can kiss him, himself.

He tastes buttery like the popcorn, and smoky from Zayn.

The perfect mix, in Harry's opinion. He reaches his hands down to push Niall's bottoms to below his butt, roughly grabbing Niall's cheeks with a slap, squeezing them tight in his big hands, the roughness contrasting with the soft, warm skin on Niall.

"Your hands are so cold, Haz," Niall mumbles, moaning when he feels the other boys running their hands down his body, kissing and sucking on his skin.

"Uhhh," Niall hears Louis moan, so he turns to look at the boy.

He moans, too, when he sees that Liam now has the eldest balls deep in his mouth, sucking on Louis like his life depended on it.

Zayn was hastily undressing, and his cock sprung up to his stomach when it was freed from the pink boxers Zayn was wearing.

He started to undress Liam and Louis as best he could, before Liam was pulling off Louis so he could get his shirt off, and so Louis wouldn't cum already.

Soon, all five of them were naked, Niall being pushed down onto the couch.

The four other boys towered over him, their hands stroking their lengths, watching as the blonde boy whimpered and whined, pleading and begging for them all.

"Who do you want first, doll?" Louis asked, "and how do you want it?"

Niall moaned, reaching down between his parted legs, to rub at his clenching hole.

"I-I want Zayn first. Want him to fuck me with his tongue."

Zayn moaned at Niall's statement, before he dove down, capturing Niall's lips in his own sweetly, before he sunk to his knees between Niall's legs.

Niall scooted forward so that his arse was hanging off the edge of the couch, lifting his legs up to where his thighs were against his chest, using his hands go hold them in place behind his knees.

"Ready, Ni?" Zayn asked the boy, looking up at him with his big brown eyes.

Niall nodded, "Yes, Zayn- please! Need your tongue."

Zayn grabbed Niall's milky thighs, squeezing the flesh in his hands, as he leaned his head forward, blowing air on Niall's pretty pink hole, before he licked a fat stripe from the start of it to Niall's balls.

Niall moaned brokenly, his voice higher than Zayn's high note in You and I, as he threw his head back on the couch from pleasure.

He could feel one of the boy's hands slide against his cheek, their fingers cupping his jaw.

He was in too much ecstasy to see who it was, though from the size, he figured it was Louis.

It wasn't as soft as Harry's constantly moisturized hands, and it wasn't as big as Liam's hands, that Niall had always subconsciously been obsessed with.

"Zayn!" He moaned, feeling Zayn's tongue circling his ring of muscle.

He moaned airily, pushing the side of his face into the hand, before he opened his eyes to see that Louis was, in fact, standing right in front of him, one hand on his face, the other on his dick.

He kept their eyes locked as he moaned, Zayn's tongue now pushing inside Niall's tongue, pushing past that tight ring of muscle.

"How's he taste, Zayn?" Liam asked.

Niall broke eye contact with Louis, turning now to look at Liam, who's eyes were locked on Zayn's tongue working Niall open.

When Zayn pulled away momentarily to answer Liam, Niall whined, lifting his hips in an attempt to chase after Zayn's godly tongue.

"He tastes like Heaven," Zayn responded, causing Niall's already red face to turn darker as he hid his face behind Louis' hand.

"Your blush is so pretty on you, Ni baby," Harry muttered.

Nial looked at the tallest one now, who had a hand on Louis' shoulder, as he stroked his cock slow and leisurely.

Niall moaned from the look of pure lust and want in Harry's dark green eyes, that bore into his own, his plump lips captured between his lips so tightly Niall was afraid they'd break.

Zayn's tongue was gliding in and out of Niall, and he knew that he had been loosened up quite a bit just from that small muscle of Zayn's.

"Add a fing-ger, Zi, please," Niall instructed.

Liam grabbed onto one of Niall's legs, holding it in place, so that Niall was able to reach down and tangle his fingers in Zayn's hair.

He knew Zayn didn't like when people touched his hair, but he figured this was okay to do.

Zayn didn't complain, either, just moaned before sticking his finger in his mouth.

He slowly added it alongside his tongue, already pumping it in and out, causing Niall to arch his back, obscene noises and words falling from his lips in slurry, strung together sentences.

"He's so fucked out just from his finger and tongue," he heard someone say.

Liam?

He isn't sure, but he doesn't care.

The thought of all the boys watching him getting so fucked out is just turing him on more.

It makes the knot in his stomach finally become too much, and he's spilling over onto his stomach untouched, cumming so hard that it hits his chin, a drop even landing in his hung open mouth.

He shakes through his orgasm, shivering from oversensitivity as he feels Zayn's tongue leave his heat, his finger slowing down before coming to a stop, slowly pulling out of Niall.

His hole clenches around nothing, and he was really wishing it was full of something right now.

"Li," he moans, his dick already hardening again.

He hears all of the others groan from how quickly it took Niall to get hard again - Liam moaning the loudest since Niall had addressed him.

"Li, come here," Niall begged, his hair uncomfortable as it stuck to his sweaty skin.

He let his legs drop, his arms on either side of him resting on the couch.

Liam moved to be in front of him, his huge dick distracting Niall.

"What do you want, love?" Liam asked kindly, though Niall heard the lust and desperate undertones of his question.

Liam reached his hand up, grabbing Nil's chin with his forefinger and thumb.

Perfect, Niall thought.

He manuvred himself to where Liam's thumb was now in his mouth, so he began sucking on it, trying his best to coat it in spit.

Liam groaned, letting Niall do as he pleased with his hands.

Niall took the thumb out, and began licking Liam's fingers, before sucking them into his mouth, trying to fit as much as he could.

His mouth was watering deliciously, drool dribbling down his chin as he coated Liam's hand in spit.

His moans mixed with the other boys', as they were all stroking themselves, the four others watching hungrily as Niall devoured Liam's fingers.

But all too soon, Liam was pulling his hand away, a trail of spit connecting them together for a moment longer before it broke, dripping down his chin.

Niall whined when Liam pulled away, but was quickly occupied again when Harry leaned down And attached their lips together.

It was wet and sloppy, but they were both too turned on to care.

"What do you want now, baby?" Louis asked, rubbing Niall's shoulder.

"I want you both," Niall begged, "Please, need to be full."

Harry groaned heavily, his lips sealed to Niall's neck, and Louis' breath hitched.

"At the same time, Nialler?" He asked, unsure, "Won't that hurt?"

Niall shook his head frantically, "no, no, not if I'm stretched correctly."

He sounded so pathetic and so fucked out, and he just really wanted to cum again.

"He's right," Harry said, his voice strained.

Niall looked down and realized that Harry was gripping hard to the base of his dick, trying not to cum.

"If we stretch him enough, he could even fit all four of us."

Niall moaned from the thought, grabbing onto his dick to tug on it.

"Like that thought, Ni? Thinking of how it'd feel to have all four of your band mates fucking you at once? Stretching you out more than you've ever been before?"

Niall was staring to get light headed from Harry's dirty talk, and he could feel the heat pooling at the pit of his stomach.

He new he'd be able to get hard again and cum a third time, so he let himself reach his high.

It came quick, but it was so, so exhilarating.

It left his whole entire body shaking, his legs quivering as he pushed his heels into the couch, arching his whole back and butt off of the couch as he came with a yell, a tear slipping down his face from the amount of pure pleasure penetrating his body.

His eyes were rolled back in his head, his eyelids sealed shut.

He heard someone else moan loudly.

Once he had calmed down enough to open his eyes, he realized that Liam had cum all over his hand.

Niall started to feel himself slowly start to stiffen again when he realized Liam's hand he had used to jerk off was the one he had in his mouth.

"Think you can cum again, Ni?" Harry asked softly.

Niall looked back at Harry and Louis.

"Aren't you sensitive? Won't it hurt like a bitch to cum again?" Louis said in a frightened tone.

Niall smiled lazily up at him, pulling him in for a kiss.

They made out for a few minutes, the sound of their lips slapping together mixing with their soft moans and the skin on skin sound of the others getting off around them.

Niall pulled away to catch his breath, "I've cum five times before, Lou, I'll be fine."

Louis looked shocked, impressed, scared, and even more turned on all at once, causing Harry and Niall to chuckle.

"Now hurry up and stretch me," Niall said, turning around so he could bear his ass to them.

He immediately got a hard slap to his right cheek from Harry, who seemingly just couldn't resist himself when he saw Niall's arse.

It caused Niall to yelp in surprise, but pushed his arse back, nonetheless.

"So good for us, Ni," Harry commented absently, before he shoved his hand in front of Niall's mouth, who began hungrily sucking on the long fingers.

Harry was still wearing rings, and the thought of the cool metal pushing into his heat turned him on an embarrasing amount.

"He's so needy for it," Louis commented.

Niall groaned, spreading his legs out on either side of him on the couch, pushing his ass out and back, trying to get it some attention.

And it worked, because next thing he new, Liam and Zayn were rushing to get on the floor in front of Niall's perky bum, now licking, biting, nipping at his skin.

He hummed contently, pushing back against them.

They both spread his cheeks, massaging at his pink hole, still wet with spit.

Harry took his fingers from Niall's mouth, who whined at the loss, before bringing it down to Niall's still spread ass, nudging Liam and Zayn's fingers out of the way so he could slip two of his own past the tight ring of muscle.

Niall moaned and pushed back on Harry's fingers as they entered him, leaning forward to bite down on Harry's shoulder.

He reached his hand out blindly, and felt as Louis' small hand grabbed onto it, bringing it down to attach to his dick.

He guided Niall in stroking it for a few moments, before taking his hand away, letting the blonde get him off.

"Your hand 's so good, Ni," he moaned.

Niall started pumping his hand quicker, shuddering as Harry's fingers went further into him, all the way to the base of the rings he was wearing.

The cold metal against Niall's hot hole made him almost cry of pleasure, gripping onto Harry's back with his free hand.

Harry pushed in further, causing both of the rings to slip into Niall, stretching him even more.

"Fuck," the boy whimpered, pushing down on Harry.

"Such a slut for it," Zayn said into Niall's ear, trailing his lips along the shell of his ear.

It caused Niall to groan.

He grabbed Zayn quickly, attaching their lips together roughly.

He could hear the smack of lips on the other side, who could either be from Lou and Harry, or Lou and Liam, or Harry and Liam.

Harry was now pushing a third finger into Niall, who still had his lips locked with Zayn.

Niall felt Harry lean forward, his lips suctioning onto his right nipple, his hand that wasn't inside of him reaching up to squeeze at his hip.

That meant Louis and Liam were making out loudly beside them.

He could feel Louis' hand absently kneading at his cheek that was still spread, Zayn's big hand rubbing it comfortingly.

Suddenly, a new hand was slithering to the front of Niall, grabbing his dick and stroking it softly.

"Ohhhh," he moaned, opening his eyes as he pulled away from Zayn so he could see who's hand was stroking him.

Looking down, he saw the big hand that belonged to Liam.

He looked at the man, to see him still kissing Louis hungrily, his other hand squeezing and pulling at Louis' hair, causing the shortest of the group to preen and grind into Liam's crotch.

"Ready," he gasped as Harry's long fingers prodded at his prostate, "'M ready, Haz, P-Please fuck me now."

Harry pulled his fingers out, and he heard Louis moan from the thought of fucking Niall alongside Harry.

"Lay on the couch, baby, on your stomach. Ass in the air, hands by your head. How bout you suck Liam and Zayn's cock so they aren't neglected? Hmm?"

Niall nodded so quickly, obeying Harry immediately, getting into the proper position.

He felt like suck a slut, but he loved it.

"You want to suck us, Ni? Gonna be able to take that?" Liam asked worriedly.

Niall smiled up at him, causing Liam's heart to swoon.

"Yes, Li, wanna make you both feel so good."

Zayn was already standing in front of him, rubbing Niall's chin with the head of his wet cock.

Niall immediately swallowed it down when he finished talking to Liam, bobbing his head a few times before opening his mouth wider, looking expectantly at Liam.

He felt himself getting lifted up, and then someone slithering under him. He moved his head down slightly, pulling off if Zayn, to see Louis' head resting on the couch.

Louis was now laying under Niall, and Harry was straddling their legs.

Niall leaned down to kiss Louis briefly.

"You taste like Zayn's cock," Louis smirked.

"You taste like Liam's lips," Niall replied, causing Louis to pout jokingly.

Niall focused back on Ziam, who were growing impatient.

He took Zayn's cock back into his mouth easily, looking up at Liam expectantly, opening his mouth as wide as it would go.

Liam shuffled forward slightly, before he pushed his dick past Niall's pretty lips, alongside Zayn, stuffing it completely full of cock.

At the same time, Harry pushed into Niall, causing the boy to grind his hips down into Louis' stomach, shivers going down his spine from being full on both ends.

As Liam and Zayn started to thrust slowly into his mouth, tears springing up in his eyes, Harry started to roughly fuck him from behind, one of his hands resting in the center of his back, causing his body to rock forward onto Liam and Zayn.

He felt a finger start to prod at his already filled hole, slipping it in as Harry thrust, causing Niall to cry out, his eyes squeezing shut from the slight pain it caused him.

His arms were shaking from holding himself up, and he could feel Louis' slobber all over his chest and nipples from where he had been licking and kissing from under Niall.

"You're alright, love," Louis said, before Niall felt a soft kiss in the center of his chest, "I've got you. Just relax."

So he did, he let himself relax into the touch of Louis' two fingers scissoring him even more open, Harry's thrusts slowing down slightly so it was easier.

He could hear lips slapping together, and a pair of muffled moans. He could also hear Zayn's clear moans, his whispered profanities.

So Harry and Liam were kissing.

He wished he could see that, because the visual of Harry and Liam doing anything together was always a dirty pleasure of Louis'.

He just got hot all over when he thought of those two specific band mates of his doing intimate things with each other.

Maybe it's because Liam was daddy direction, all serious and fatherly, while Harry was childlike and treated softly.

Ironic.

After Louis had gotten a third finger in, he finally slipped his dick in beside Harry, the younger stopping his thrusts so Louis could slip in comfortably.

It was messy at first, when they both stated thrusting into Niall, and it was a little uncomfortable with how tight Niall felt.

But once Larry had created a rhythm, and Niall had adjusted to the stretch, he began moaning endlessly, tears slipping down his face.

He felt Harry's big hands slip to his hips, holding them up to get the angle different, hitting Niall's prostate repeatedly.

Niall could feel tears forming in his eyes, the pleasure racking through his body like an angry tsunami, crashing through him in heavy, huge waves.

His throat was burning and his jaw was on fire from Ziam, but he felt so slutty with his band mates cocks in his mouth, the other two in his ass, hitting his prostate with their thrust's.

His prostate was being completely abused, always being hit.

When Louis would pull out, Harry would thrust back in, and vice versa.

He could feel another orgasm coming on, but he didn't have time to warn anyone, since it came (hehe) so quickly, his few drops of cum landing on Louis.

He was so sensitive now, and his whole body was burning, but he had to keep going.

He didn't know when the next time something like this would be, nor did he know if it would ever even happen again.

He hoped it would, because he had never received such shocking pleasure from anyone before.

Even when it was just one of the boys giving him pleasure, it was so much better than anything he had ever gotten.

Maybe that's just because it was from the boy's.

He felt a hard smack land on his ass, causing him to jerk forward, choking on the cocks that had thrust in right as he went forward, and he could feel himself hardening up again, the sensitivity becoming unimportant, something forgettable in the back of his head.

He was probably sobbing now, but he couldn't tell.

His mind was so clouded over with lust, that he wasn't aware of anything else except for the feeling of pleasure that the boy's were giving him.

He could barely breathe, only taking shallow breaths whenever Liam and Zayn weren't down his throat, but he didn't mind.

He could feel ropes of hot cum shooting down his throat from one of the boys, their body stilling as they came, groaning loudly, holding Niall's jaw so tightly he was sure it would bruise.

He hoped it would, because he could look back on it and remember how it had ended up there.

Then, the other person was cumming down his throat.

Peeling his wet eyes open, he saw that Liam was the one who had cum, first, as he was now slowly pulling out of Niall, squeezing his blonde hair in his tattooed fist.

Zayn pulled out a few moments later, before sinking down to kiss Niall.

It was probably salty and hot, but Zayn didn't pull away.

They made out hotly, Niall trying to keep his head steady from Harry and Louis thrusting into him, before Zayn was pulling back slightly, wiping the tears from Niall's face, kissing his forehead.

"Love how you taste. Love your mouth. Love you," he mumbled.

"Love you," Niall muttered back, smiling shy from the praises.

He knew that Zayn probably loved him in more of a platonic way, but Niall wasn't sure he could say the same.

He probably couldn't about any of the boys, if he were being honest.

He put his face in the arm of the couch when Harry came hard inside of him, his hips stuttering through his orgasm.

Louis came immediately after, his cum mixing with Harry's.

They both pulled out slowly, and then Zayn, Liam and Harry were gathering around Niall's arse, looking at how stretched and open it was.

Niall collapsed on top of Louis, scooting down the couch so he could rest his head in the crook of the older man's neck.

He kept his hips high in the air so he could be a good boy, knowing the others were admiring their work.

He felt a different hand on each cheek, spreading him open, before he could feel a tongue lapping at his gaping hole, licking up the cum that was dribbling out and down Niall's thighs.

Niall started to moan again, feeling his fourth orgasm nearing.

When he did cum, he didn't feel anything come out, which confused him until Harry was speaking up.

"Oh God, guys, Niall just came dry."

He heard Louis moan into his ear, before the man was lifting Nuall's head, attaching his lips to Niall in a sweet kiss.

He could feel a warm towel being pressed to his body, cleaning him up and soothing his arse.

"Harreh, go get some cream for Ni, he'll be sore as hell soon," Zayn said.

Niall chuckled weakly into Louis'mouth, listening to Harry's hurried footsteps as he left the room.

Then, there was a strong pair of hands lifting him up.

He was pulled into a strong chest, one of their arms wrapping around his chest, the other holding the back of his knees, his body folded in half in Liam's arms.

"Oh God," Louis said, seeing Niall's hole.

It was red and puffy and wet and completely stretched.

Louis could see cum still dribbling from it.

He got up from the couch, hunkering down so he could press firm kisses go the hole, his lips getting covered in his and Harry's cum.

Niall was whimpering quietly, but he kept Louis there, loving how obsessed the boys were with his hole.

When Harry came back with a tube of cream to sooth Niall, he had his phone in his other hand.

"Louis, love," he called, "move over."

Louis pulled himself away from Niall, still looking contently at his hole.

Harry moved his phone to Niall, it being on the camera, before he took some pictures to memorialize this day and moment of time.

Niall waited impatiently for Harry to stop taking the trillion pictures so he could see for himself, see if the obsession the boys' seemed to get was reasonable or not.

"Let me see, Haz," he said, impatiently.

His voice was shot, completely raspy and whispery.

He heard Liam chuckle, his chest vibrating Niall's back, and he he saw Zayn smirking smugly.

Harry chuckled, showing one of the pictures to Niall.

And okay, Niall guessed he could understand their obsession. He looked hot.

"Send some to the group chat," Louis commented.

Niall laughed softly at that, but Harry immediately got to work, picking out his favorite pictures to send.

When he did, the rings of the boys' phones from around the room broke the comfortable silence that had grown as Harry looked for his favorites.

Then, Harry set his phone down on the couch, opening the tube of cream.

He put some on two of his fingers, before rubbing it onto Niall's sore hole.

Niall whimpered again from the cold cream on his hit skin, leaning his head against Liam's chest.

Liam kissed his sweaty forehead, "your doing good, love," he whispered, before kissing the top of Niall's ear.

Niall turned his head upward, looking at Liam for a few seconds until the man looked back at Niall.

Niall captured Liam's lips in his own, kissing him passionately.

He could feel Liam's arm tighten around him, and his hands that were resting on his knees got clammy, butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, trying to push up into his throat, making it hard for him to breath.

Harry finished putting the cream on Niall, and finished putting the cap on, keeping one eye on the two making out hotly.

He wanted to fuck Niall again because of how hot and submissive he looked right now, but he knew the boy wouldn't be able to handle cumming any more times.

"Li, put him down now so he can rest," Harry said.

Niall pulled away from Liam's mouth, pouting at the loss even though he's the one who caused it.

Liam set him down regretfully, missing the boy in his arms, but chuckled when Niall almost fell over, his legs weak and shaky.

Niall fell back against Liam, who ended up carrying him over to Louis and Zayn, who were now sitting on the couch fully dressed.

Niall reached his arms out to Louis, who took the boy happily, pulling him close to his body.

He took a pillow and set it on his lap before Niall could fully sit down.

When he did, the boy winced, his face scrunching up adorably from the stinging in his bum.

"Hurts, Lou," he commented, nosing at Louis' chest.

Now that Niall was resting - sitting still, focused on the things around him, he realized how cold the room was, noticed that there were goosebumps lining his body, the hairs standing up on his arms and legs.

He cuddled into Louis, who's arms wrapped around the boy tightly.

"You cold, babes?" Zayn said from beside the two, worried for the boy.

Niall nodded his head, his eyelids feeling way too heavy to hold up.

He let them droop as Zayn quickly went to get him a blanket.

He could hear the rustling of clothes from behind him, figuring that Harry and Liam were getting dressed.

When he heard kissing noises, he wanted to curse aloud, feeling rather depressed that he had missed the action between Liam and Harry again.

Suddenly, Niall was being pulled from his thoughts, when a warm, fluffy blanket was being wrapped around him.

He sighed contently, slipping his eyes shut and lifting his head, puckering his lips as he blindly waited for a kiss from Zayn.

He heard Louis and Zayn chuckle, before he felt Zayn's plump lips pressing against him.

"You're welcome, babes," Zayn said when he pulled away, as if he knew that the kiss was a thank you for the blanket, Niall being too tired to actually say it.

He smiled as he out his head back against Louis' chest, focusing on his heartbeat.

He felt someone lift him and Louis up with some sort of godly strength - Liam - before he and Louis were placed in his lap.

Harry and Zayn sat on either side of Liam, and Louis rested his head against Liam's chest, holding Niall in his arms as the blonde drifted off to sleep.

"I definitely didn't think this was how Niall's dentist appointment would turn out," Harry commented.

The other three laughed quietly, not wanting to wake Niall.

"I'm glad it did, though," Liam responded, smiling lovingly at his band mates.

He didn't know how everything could change so drastically in one day. But they had.

And now, Liam, along with everyone else, definitely weren't just friends anymore.

"I'm so happy it happened," Zayn agreed, letting his head fall against Liam's shoulder, reaching a hand up to hold Louis' cheek, turning the older boys face to him, before kissing him softly.

When they pulled away, Zayn leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to Niall's forehead.

They all unconsciously decided not to talk about any of their scarily quickly new found feelings, and instead, put Peaky Blinders on the tv, the volume quiet as not to wake Niall.

He was the only one still naked, but he had a blanket on, so he'd be okay for now.

At sometime in his sleep, his hand had fallen into Harry's thigh, and Harry ended up holding the boys small hand in his big one, brining it up to his lips to kiss it softly every now and then.

His head was resting on Liam's other shoulder, like Zayn's was, and he looked up at Liam, kissing the older man briefly.

If Niall had been awake to see the brief Liam and Harry action, he probably would have been crying again.

From joy, of course.