Louis: The sound of skin slapping was the only sound audible in the small bathroom of the pub. His balls smacking against your chin as you swallowed him down. Hands tangled in your hair, yanking you further towards him with a groan. "Ah, fuck." Sweat was bundling at the base of his tummy, only causing more friction to the spit growing with every thrust into your mouth. Pre-cum edging over his head, occasionally hitting the back of your throat, when he would let out the loudest moan he could muster. They were low but pitched to match his tone of voice, but overall throaty, hair tugging, teeth bitting, cumming in throats moan that made a puddle form in between your legs. He pulled away from you with a smug smile. Making sure his hand ran against your center. "To be continued."

Niall: "Give it to your girl!" Someone yelled from the circle, your head too dizzy from previous drinks. "No." Niall shot back, moving the blunt to the guy next to you when he shook his head with a smirk. Raising his hands in mock defense, glancing down at you. "She's already pissed lads, just please, let her go just this once." There were chuckles from within the group, boys nudging each other and girls giggling into their hands. Red eyes glaring at Niall's, begging him to hand it over to you. He sighed, turning to you as you emerged from your hands. "Just real quick babe." You nodded heavily, the feeling that your head would fall off was overbearing on your shoulders. He stuck the paper between your chapped lips. Letting his lips fall to the base of your neck. Numerous things running rapid in your heavy head, including "where the fuck am I?"

Harry: His tongue ring piercing your gums as he continued to try and move his tongue deeper down your throat. Your hands reaching out to grab the sheets, so hard that your knuckles turned white with pressure. He stood in between your legs, hands pressing down on your shoulders to stop you from twitching under his intense crotch to crotch pulsing pleasure reaching your every nerve. "Feel good?" He hummed into your mouth, moving his hand from your shoulder to his neck. You moaned in response, bucking your hips up for more friction with the fabric of jeans. Each time getting closed and closer to heavy breathes and dizzy moans into bright red lips. He chuckled into the nuzzle of your neck. Leaving your lips dry and uselessly huffing breathes. "Mm, the things I could do to you." His tongue swiped up and down your neck sending shivers down to the tip of your toes. "Scream, I want them to know that you're mine."

Zayn: His lit cig hung in between his teeth, the end glowing with every large breathe in. The bottom of your foot against the wall of the club. The music vibrating every fibre in your body while he sat on your outstretched thigh. His leg digging into your pencil skirt, chuckling into his smoke when you squirmed against his restraints, which were his legs. One in the middle and one of the end, squeezing you in place. His legs started digging further, hitting you in a way that made your hips swivel to the bass. Your hands slithered up his leather jacket to the back of his neck, lacing at the back. "Don't do this to me." He groaned, "Open." He tapped your lips, sucking another drag before placing his hand behind your head. You obliged opening your lips as he blew the hot smoke into your mouth. Following by his lips trapping the smoke in between the open areas of your mouth.

Liam: He chocked on his blood that trickled down his nose and around the creases of his upper lip, falling onto his pearly white as he laughed. Eyes pierced red with dizzy movements towards the guy he determined to start a fight with. Fist up gauging his face - and failing - the guy swung at him one more time. Before Liam tackled to the ground taking his ankles with him, a snap erupted the cheering and everyone stopped. Stopped enough for the guy to cry out in pain and the wailing of the sirens in the background. It was a rush of madness, a wave of terror, throwing stacks of drugs out the apartment window along with squirting some contact solution, which only brightened the eye color, dimming the redness. Liam still sat there with the boys ankles when they came in. It was blurry, screaming and drunken protest agains the handcuffs. And there he went - the jail again.

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