Niall? Harry? Liam?” I yelled as I opened the front door, placing my shoes carefully on the mat and dropping my purse next to them. “Louis, Zayn… Anyone?” I walked towards the kitchen, waiting for a response that never came.
“I got us some dinner on the way home.” I yelled as I placed the bags of food on the counter, confused by the silence the filled the large house. All of their cars were outside, so I figured they were locked in a room somewhere playing a new video game. I began taking the packaged food out of the bags when I noticed a note taped to the fridge.
We’re sorry that your five best friends were born as boys, and that it means you have to live with five boys. Because of this, we are sorry that we don’t remember birthdays. Boys never do. Especially when you put five of us together.
We know you shrugged it off without saying a word and that we’re a week late, but we hope you’ll accept our present(s) anyway.
Thank you for putting up with us.
Love, your five favorite idiots: Liam, Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Harry xx
P.S: Please come to our individual rooms as listed in the above order.
P.P.S: Your first gift is in the bathroom next to the kitchen, please open it before you come upstairs.
P.P.P.S: Niall is cool -Niall
I folded the note and held it close as I made my way to the bathroom, thinking over what it said. It was true; I had noticed that they’d forgotten my birthday. It was hard to blame them though, they were beyond busy with promoting the band, and I didn’t want them to feel guilty for not remembering.
I opened the bathroom door to find a medium sized box next to the sink, wrapped up perfectly in ribbon and colorful paper. Definitely Harry’s work of art.
After removing the ribbon and paper, I slid the lid off carefully, my heart sinking at what lay in front of me. Folded carefully together was a matching bra and thong, both black with a slight sparkle, and a tiny bow in the center of the thongs waistband. I gulped hard, looking down at the material before noticing a note tucked into it.
Dear (Y/N),
We hope you like your present, as it is the first of many to come. Please change into it and make your way towards Liam’s bedroom, no questions asked.
I sighed, throwing the note in the garbage before looking back down at the lingerie placed neatly in front of me. I had an idea of where this was going, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to go there. But then again, I had no idea where exactly ‘there’ was. Curiosity eventually got the best of me and I caved in, quickly changing into the outfit provided.
**
“Liam?” I whispered, knocking lightly on his bedroom door. I looked down the hallway towards the other four, shut tightly with no sounds coming from behind them. I suddenly heard movement coming from the door in front of me before it opened up, a shirtless Liam standing in the doorway.
“(Y/N)! Come on in!” He looked down at me, a giant smile spread across his face as he motioned for me to enter. I walked around him and into the room, instantly freezing in place. Everything was gone, except a table placed in the center of the room. I knew I should have felt scared, but it was impossible to feel that way whenever Liam was around. Instead, I found my body shaking lightly from nerves as I took in my surroundings and then remembered my lack of clothing.
“Don’t be nervous love, just lie down on the table with your back towards the ceiling.” He walked past me, taking his place behind the large table. I inched my way forward, stepping onto the stool and then slowly crawling onto the white surface. As I turned to lie on my stomach, his arms grabbed my bare hips, easing me down slowly.
“Now-” he paused as I settled down, my cheek turned to the side so that I could lay perfectly flat. “Your first gift is a massage.“ He pushed my hair off my back and around my neck, smoothing it out so no strands remained.
He didn’t waste any time; within a matter of seconds he sunk his fingers into my shoulders, kneading the warn-out muscles. I nearly melted at the feeling of his strong, rough hands digging into my skin. His fingers were like magic, easing every tense muscle in my body as he made his way around my back. I began to blush when a slight moan fell past my lips.
"You like that?” He chuckled, digging his elbows into my lower back.
“Mmm yes.” I nodded my head against the fabric of the table, my eyes fluttering shut.
“How about this?” He removed his hands for one second too many before taking my foot in his hands, sinking his fingers into my heel and then down towards the middle. He pressed fast jabs into the skin, easing the rough muscles that were strained from hours spent on my feet at work.
“Feels good.” I mumbled, sighing heavily.
“And this?” He spoke quietly, slowly making his way up my leg, squeezing every few inches before reaching my thigh, and then repeating it on the other leg once more.
I was about to answer when he began running his hands up my inner thighs, his thumb brushing over the thin material of my new thong before he brought them back down again. I gasped; squeezing my eyes shut as the feeling, though only half a second long, replayed through my body once more.
“I give great ass massages too, if you want.” He coughed, clearing his throat as I heard the bottle of oil being squeezed onto his hands.
“Sure.” I practically squeaked out, not able to deny the offer considering how horny his simple massage was making me.
He placed his cool, oily hands onto my ass cheeks, kneading the skin with the palm of his hands, just as he had done to my back and legs. He began moving his hands in circular motions against the muscle tissue, which made my ass cheeks spread open and closed each time. He moaned quietly above me, and I could only imagine him watching the string of my thong sit perfectly between each cheek every time he spread them apart. He curved his hands around my ass, rubbing the area between my upper thigh and lower cheeks at a fast speed, lightly grazing the thin material over my slit each time with his fingers. After a few minutes he stopped massaging altogether, settling with his fingers rubbing my slit through my thong.
“God, Liam.” I moaned, taken back by the pleasure while still frustrated by the teasing.
“You’re so wet.” He breathed out as he pushed the fabric aside with his finger, running it along my center. “I suppose its time to send you to Louis.“ He sighed, pulling away.
"What?” I turned my head towards him, positioning myself on my elbows. “You’re just going to tease me like that and then leave me hanging?“
"Trust me, you won’t be left hanging.” He said as he pulled me up and helped me off the table. “Here" He reached forward as he walked me to the door, handing me a pair of blindfolds. “Put these on when you get to Louis’ door.“
"Why?” I questioned as I took them from him right before he pushed me out of the room.
“What’s the point of a birthday present if it’s no longer a surprise?” He winked before shutting the door.
I turned towards the next door, pausing for a few seconds to compose myself. I felt relaxed, thanks to Liam’s massage. But it was a strange feeling nonetheless; it was as if my body felt like it had slept for a million years whereas my mind was awake the whole time.
I decided to try to not over-think it, and to just go with it instead. After all, Liam’s massage definitely ended up being worthwhile. I placed the black blindfold over my head, making sure it was properly covering my eyes before knocking lightly on Louis’ door.
In a matter of seconds I heard it squeak open, and I stood frozen in place as I waited for Louis to say something, or to at least guide me out of the hallway. However, I was taken back when I felt my hands being yanked behind my back and handcuffed together.
“What the hell?” I screamed as I was pulled into the room, the door shutting loudly behind me.
“I assume that since you’re here it’s because you were a little slut during Liam’s massage, hmm?” Louis’ voice suddenly beamed out of nowhere.
“What? No! He was the one who touched me.” I thought back the minutes ago when Liam’s hands roamed between my thighs.
“But you liked it, yes?” He questioned, his voice seeming miles away.
“No buts.” He cut me off. “If you’re here it’s because you were wet, which means you were a little slut who enjoyed it. That was the deal.“
"What deal?” I questioned, bending my hands as they grew uncomfortable from the cuffs.
“Oh, (Y/N)” Louis cooed, and I could imagine him shaking his head. He grabbed onto my arm, moving me forward until my hips collided with wood. He placed his hands on my back, pushing me forward until my cheek was pressed to a cold surface and my ass was bent in the air. “I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out by now. The notes, the clothing, the rooms.“ He paused, and I could suddenly feel his warm breath dancing along my cheek until it landed on my ear. “It’s one big birthday present you’ll never forget.” He ended his sentence by hooking his finger around the top of my thong and pulled it forward before releasing it and allowing it to snap back against my skin.
I wanted to say something, but I was speechless. I could barely process what Louis had said, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs beginning to spread as my lack of sight made my senses grow stronger. Every movement Louis made sent chills up my spine.
He ran his hands over my ass, though not in a massaging way like Liam had. He simply moved his hand over the cheek, feeling the sensitive skin. I was about to say something when I felt a sudden jolt to the exact area his hand had just been, my body swaying forward against the surface.
“Shit!” I screamed out, feeling the heat spread across my ass. I had no time to react before another one hit, and it didn’t take many more times for me to realize that it was Louis’ hand. Though it stung at first, it began to go numb and the thought of Louis slapping my ass began to turn me on more and more.
“Tsk tsk tsk.” He suddenly stopped, rubbing over the area he had just abused. “You’re nice and red, almost ready for Zayn. But-“ he paused, moving his hand between my thighs and cupping my center with it over the material, running it up until it was back on my ass. “You’re practically dripping through your first present.”
He suddenly turned me around, taking no time to yank my thong to my ankles, forcing me to step out of them so I wouldn’t trip. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, allowing it to fall to the ground. “Fuck” he whispered, running his finger along my nipple before slapping it hard just as he had done to my ass moments ago. “Looks like you’re ready for Zayn.”
The bedroom door shut behind us as Louis began knocking on Zayn’s door, his hand gripped to my upper arm so he could guide me as I was still blindfolded and cuffed up. I suddenly heard the door open, and Louis dragged me inside.
“Shit.” Zayn’s voice rose from behind me. A cold hand was pressed to my ass for only a few seconds, running along the sore skin before pulling away. “Did you hurt her?“ His voice held a sense of anger, though I was too nervous to bud in to the conversation. I was too focused on ignoring the fact that Zayn and Louis were both seeing me naked for the first time, making my insecurities fly around me.
"No, look.” Louis said, his voice coming closer to me and before I knew it he was pushing my legs apart. “She’s dripping.“ He swiped his finger along my thigh, wiping away my juices. I couldn’t help but turn a deep shade of red.
"What a filthy girl.” Zayns voice was now right behind me, and I jumped slightly as two hands reached around me, grabbing my breasts. “You liked Louis slapping your ass, didn’t you?“ I nodded, unable to form words as he pressed himself against my back. My hands were cuffed behind me, and he began pressing his dick against them. I gasped, feeling his hard length running along my tied up fingers.
"You like feeling me?” He moaned into my ear, pinching my nipples between his fingers. “You should see Louis, he’s hard as fuck.“ He whispered the last sentence, and my imagination began to run wild; I couldn’t help but whimper. “Would you like to feel his dick?” I nodded my head, blushing even more than before. I had no idea what was coming over me, but it was hard not to get caught up in the whole thing. “Louis, she wants to feel you.“ He spoke louder this time, and I could hear Louis walking towards me.
"Feel what?” He asked, and I could tell he was only inches away from me. “This?“ He suddenly pushed his length between my thighs, pressing the side of it up against my slit. He rocked his hips back and forth while holding it up against me with his hand, the friction making me throw my head back onto Zayns shoulder.
"God yes!” I screamed out, my toes curling from the friction of Louis’ dick and Zayn pinching my nipples combined. “That feels so good!“
"What till you feel this.” Louis suddenly pulled away, and I had no time to react before something began to buzz in front of me, and I screamed out as he pushed a vibrating toy past my slit.
“Louis!” I screamed, gasping for air as I leaned forward, resting my weight on his body as Zayn released my nipples and pulled away. “Oh fuck.“ I squeezed my eyes shut, even though the blindfold kept everything dark.
"You like how that feels?” Zayns breath was hot in my ear, and seconds later a similar hit from earlier on was directed towards my ass.
“Hey, that’s my thing!” Louis piped up, annoyed that Zayn was copying his moves from before.
“Yeah well, her ass isn’t red enough for my liking.” Zayn answered, hitting me three more times, making me scream out from the mix of pain and pleasure that rocked through my body.
“I’m going to come!” I gasped for air as Louis held the vibrating toy inside me while Zayn reached forward and began playing with my nipples once more. “I can’t hold it.“
"Don’t, baby. Let it go.” Louis held me firmly as he turned up the speed of the vibrations, leaving me no choice but to give in to his command. Moan after moan escaped my lips as both boys held me steady, my body unable to control itself as it shook between them. They gave me a moment to calm down before walking me to the door, no more words spoken between us. Louis placed the cuff’s keys into my hand, though not unlocking it, and removed the blindfold. They brought me to Niall’s door and knocked once before retreating into their own rooms.
I stood there waiting and shaking, still barely recovered from my high and everything that had just happened. I was almost scared for Niall to open the door, not sure that I could handle anything else. But when the door finally did open, I felt at ease as I was confronted with a warm smile I knew far too well.
“What did they do to you?” He shook his head, a slight grin on his face as he took in my state. He motioned for me to come inside before shutting the door and reaching behind me for the key to unlock the cuffs. When he finally did I brought them in front of me, rubbing my sore hands together.
“Did you have fun?” He smirked, looking me up and down.
“Yeah.” I spoke quietly as I looked around his room, noticing how normal it looked. I wondered what I was in for next.
“Good.” He smiled, pausing momentarily as he stared at my naked state, almost lost in it. “How are you feeling?“
"Sore.” I winced, suddenly noticing the pain from the smacking on my ass, the pinching of my nipples and the toy pushed up me without time to adjust.
“Here, go take a seat then.” He nodded towards a huge chair in the corner of the room before making his way towards his mini-fridge. I did as suggested, cringing slightly as my sore ass cheeks rubbed against the fabric. I watched his every move, though his back was to me so it was hard to see what was going on in front of him.
Minutes later he began walking towards me, a bowl in his hands. “Hold on to the armrests.” He said as he grabbed a chair and positioned himself right in front of me. “It’ll sting a bit, but it’ll help.” I frowned in confusing before noticing what was in the bowl: ice. He grabbed one and reached forward, gently pressing it to my swollen nipple.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, biting my lip and digging my nails into the chair at the mixture of pain and pleasure. It hurt at first, stinging my sensitive nipple before going numb entirely.
Though I could no longer feel it, I couldn’t help getting turned on as I watched Niall intently; his eyes were glued to the ice, his mouth hanging open slightly as he moved it around my now cherry-red nipples. The melting ice began to turn into water as it dripped down, leaking along my skin. Without warning Niall moved forward, attaching his soft lips to my now ice-cold nipple.
I gasped, instantly moving my hands up to his blonde mess of hair, pulling at the strands as he sucked gently on the nub. “Niall.” I moaned as I looked down, watching my hands run through his hair as his lips formed perfectly around it. He continued sucking, though I noticed his free hand reaching into the bowl next to him, and as he brought it back he released my nipple from between his lips, making sure his teeth grazed it lightly first. He popped the cube into his mouth before pulling back slowly, and my breathing caught in my throat as I watched him lower his head until he was eye-level with my soaking center.
He looked up at me momentarily, smirking in amusement before pressing his lips to my clit, allowing the ice to pop through slightly. I gasped for air, digging my nails into his hair once more as he swirled the coldness in circles on my clit before sliding it up and down my slit.
“Shit!” I swore as he slipped the cube inside me, making sure it stayed there as he twirled his tongue against the tight opening. I could feel it inside me, stinging my walls with immense pleasure as it ran along them, slowly melting away until it became nothing more than extra water sliding down my thighs.
“Feel better?” Niall asked, leaning his head back up towards me.
“You have no idea. Thank you.”
“You can repay me, you know.” He winked, and I knew exactly what to do. I leapt forward, moving out of the seat and pushing him onto the ground so that he was flat on his back. I straddled him so that his boxer-covered dick was placed directly against my center. The material was warm against me, though I knew he could feel the coldness from the ice leaking through it and onto his dick as he twitched under me. I began rocking my hips, knowing the friction would drive him insane. I leaned forward, resting my head in the crevice of his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as my hips formed a rhythm against him. He gripped them, and I chuckled lightly as his breathing began to falter, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, making sure to press my hips harder into his.
“Fuck yes.” He groaned, looking from my breasts to our colliding lower-halves. “I can’t believe I’m so close already.“
"Mmm, come for me Ni.” I moaned in his ear, wanting to see him fall apart under me.
“Shit” he threw his head back before pushing me off him and hovering over me instead. He placed my hands behind my head, indicating that he didn’t want me to touch him. I watched as he removed his boxers, pulling out his hard length and pumping it vigorously. I gasped at his length, my insides contracting as I wondered what he would feel like inside me. He was thick, and a perfect length. His tip was redder than the rest, though I knew it was mainly because he only had seconds left before he would release. He balanced himself on one hand as he picked up his speed, his eyes traveling all over my naked body.
“I wanna see you cum baby.” I moaned, his eyes darting to mine for a mere second before he began swearing, aiming his dick to my body as he released himself all over me. I practically came at the sight. His back arched and his face was flushed as my name fell past his lips, his warm liquid painting me like a canvas.
“Fuck that was good.” He sighed, standing up and reaching his hand forward to help me up as well.
“Yeah.” I nodded, looking down to see the mess he created. “Do you have a towel?“
"Go see Harry.” He began to laugh, quickly pushing me out of the room.
“He’s in the bathroom. Go. Now.” He cut me off, shutting the door behind me. I stood in the hallway, looking towards Harry’s bedroom and then the bathroom, already exhausted from everything that had occurred. I wasn’t sure if I could handle another ‘present’, but I knew Harry would be waiting for me, and I couldn’t leave him hanging.
I knocked on the door, but when I got no response I decided to let myself in. The bathroom was steamed heavily and entirely lit up with candles. I noticed the bath was full, but Harry wasn’t in there.
“Sorry I’m late!” I felt a hand on my shoulder before Harry appeared in front of me, after shutting the door behind him. “Don’t you look lovely!“ his dimple poked into his cheek as he smiled, looking me up and down. “Like a cherry topped with whipped cream!”
“Nice.” I said sarcastically, looking down at my red body from all the spanking and Nialls cum that was still all over me.
“How about we get you cleaned up? You’re probably exhausted.” He got into the tub, sitting down slowly before reaching for my hand and pulling me forward.
“You have no idea” I sighed as I stepped into the warm water, allowing him to pull my body against his so that my back was curved into his chest.
“How was Liam’s massage?” He asked as he grabbed a cloth off the side of the tub, lathering it in soap.
He nodded, “Were Zayn and Louis too rough on you?”
“A little. But it was okay.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Fun.” I exhaled, leaning my head back against his shoulders. He brought the lathered cloth to my chest, gently running it along my breasts and then down to my stomach, removing Niall’s present from my skin.
“I know you’re tired love, so I just want you to relax, okay?”
“Okay.” I nodded my head, closing my eyes as Harry continued to rub every inch of my skin. He brought the cloth down to my center under the water and rubbed it clean before bringing it back up and washing my arms. I suddenly realized he wasn’t trying anything like the other boys had.
“Harry?” I opened my eyes, though kept my head rested on his shoulder.
“What was your present supposed to be?”
“To make you cum using the shower head.” He said casually, still running the cloth along my skin. “But your body is too warn out.“
"That would have been fun.” I sighed, knowing he was right. I could barely even stand straight anymore. But still, I was missing something that had yet to occur all night. Not to sound greedy, but I craved sex. I thought Niall would give me that, but he didn’t.
“Harry?” I asked again, my voice quieter this time.
“I want you.” I confessed. I knew it was forward, but it was the truth. I was also far too exhausted to beat around the bush. I waited for him to answer, watching as he ringed out the cloth and placed it on the side of the tub.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Your body looks too sore.”
“I don’t care.” I gripped onto his arm, turning my head so that I faced his neck. “Please?“ I whispered, kissing the soft skin.
He sighed, running his fingers along my skin underwater until they were at my slit. He reached under and arched his back slightly, bringing his hard length up between my thighs. He pressed it against my center just as Louis had done earlier, though his movements were slower and gentler.
"How’s that?” He whispered, his breathing hot in my ear. I reached forward to touch him, but he quickly moved my hand away. “No, I want you to relax.“
"But I want more.” I whimpered, my walls contracting as they ached to feel him inside.
“Okay baby.” He wrapped one arm around my stomach and used his free hand to press his length against my slit. He was big, to say the least. And the angle didn’t particularly help in getting him in. But still, he kept pushing slowly until I felt him slip inside me, filling me up at a gentle pace.
“Harry.” I moaned as he stretched out my walls, his arm gripping tighter against me. He began to rock his hips slightly, and we both watched as his dick moved in and out of me under the water.
“Does it feel good?” He asked, pushing my hair out of my face with his hand as he no longer needed it to guide his length.
“Yeah.” I nodded my head slowly, feeling a slight pressure beginning to build up inside me.
“How about this?” He moved his hand down to my clit, drawing gentle patterns into the sensitive nub.
“Mmm yes.” I arched my hips slightly, my walls beginning to contract around his length as my orgasm neared. “Thank you, Harry.“ I whispered, turning my head to plant another kiss on his neck. “I’m close.” I mumbled onto his sweet skin.
“Come for me, love.” He cooed, slightly speeding up his pace. “Let go.“
I gripped onto his arms as I gave in, my back arching as he held onto me tight. Quiet moans escaped my lips along with his name, the water splashing around us. My walls contracted harshly around his length, and before I knew it a quiet grunt fell past his lips as he shot his load inside me. He leaned his head forward, planting kisses along my shoulder as he tried to keep his composer.
” Happy belated birthday, (Y/N).“
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