Wanting What's Wrong

Two years have passed since Sophie Miller escaped. Two years since she was One DIrections private possession. Trying to get her life back to normal, Sophie heads to Mullingar. The boys of One Direction find her and drag her back into their messed up lives. Feelings start showing here and there, making Sophie confused. Is it really okay to start having feelings towards your kidnappers? Afterall, there is a very thin line between love and hate...


7. Possessive

I shake my head no.

“Don’t worry... I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it in a couple seconds.” Harry mumbles, his mouth leaving a wet trail on my stomach. Their fingers drawing patters all round my body leaves my skin ignited with electricity, and I writhe on my bed.

“Stop moving.” Louis commands, his hands going behind my back to unclasp the bra. I’m frozen in fear as my breasts fall out of their cups, Louis and Harry automatically fumbling with them.

“I think your too stressed Sophieboo... Relax...” As Louis says this, his and Harry's thumbs play with my nipples, digging soft circles into the tender skin.

To my horror, my body responds to their entrancing touch, letting itself go numb into their sensual touch.

They’re smirking as they take in the fact that they have complete control over me.

Louis rapidly rips my panties off my body, discarding them somewhere in the room like he had previously done with my bra. His fingers caress me slowly, taking their sweet time to make the teasing last.

Harry’s mouth is latched on my neck, making his mark beside Louis as his warm hands grope my chest possessively.

Suddenly, Louis fingers brush my clit.

I jump upwards, the spell they had over me broken. I try getting off the bed but Harry rapidly grips my shoulders before I can get away, pressing them in the bed.

“One more thing like that and you’ll be cock sucking understood?” Harry seethes lowly.

I whine, shutting my eyes.

Without my consent, Louis digs two fingers inside me, curling them before pulling them out, and back in.

I buck my hips, wanting him keep them out of me, but Louis’s free hand pushes my hips downwards roughly every time I try. After a couple seconds only, heat starts pooling at the bottom of my stomach and I feel myself dampen on Louis’s skillful fingers. No, no, no! You don’t like this Soph! This is not good!

I’m shaking my head in denial, biting my lip. Louis adds in another finger to his rhythm. I moan keeping my lips tightly shut together as I feel myself coming undone.

My inner walls clench around the blue-eyed boy’s fingers, and as I come down from my high, Harry and he place their mouths at my entrance, licking my insides.

I see blurry, the pleasure blinding me shortly as I cum in their waiting mouths.

Both of them groan licking their lips as they finish licking all the remainants.

“Here, taste yourself,” Harry says before kissing me roughly.

“Haz... I don’t think I can wait much longer,” Louis complains from not far away. The younger boy pulls back from the kiss, nodding his approval.

“Where do you want?” He asks, motioning my body. Way to make me feel like an object. Bravo Harry.

“I want pussy.” His voice says lustfully. Before I know it, Harry gives a nod and Louis takes off his boxers, his hands grabbing his cock before he strokes it a bit. From the corner of my eye I see Harry getting of the bed to search through some of the drawers.

“Ready Soph?” Louis asks, pressing his tip inside my entrance.

I tense up. “No. I-I-I don’t want to do this.”

“Well. Sorry.” He responds indifferently before pushing in.

I groan, never opening my mouth.

He spins us around so I’m straddling his waist, his hands on my hips. He makes me rotate my hips onto his, groaning loudly.

“More,” He says almost to himself, making me do the same thing again and again, with a faster rhythm.

I shut my eyes as I start feeling the pleasurable effects of this position. But the feeling of well-being doesn’t last long as I feel something cold and slippery being applied around my other hole. Why does he even care about lube?

Without warning me, Harry just thrusts in.

I gasp on Louis, feeling a little too full.  I’m practically numb as they start shoving themselves in and out of me at a rapid pace.

I can’t hold it in anymore as Louis starts playing with my clit. Moans pour out of me.

“God Haarrrryyyy...” I whine when he shoves himself particularly deep.

“Right there huh?” He grunts, building up the pace. That’s it.

“Larrryyyyyyy!” I moan. They also groan, their hot cum filling me up.

We fall tiredly on the bed as a jumbled mess of panting sweaty bodies, trying to steady or breathing.

“That was great.” Louis says, yawning tiredly.

Harry mumbles his agreement and pulls out of me before placing me beside him and Louis in the sheets. Both their arms drape around my body as they fall into slumber. If I go see Niall, will he do that to me also?

The thought scares me.

I can’t sleep as I keep looking at my alarm clock nervously, waiting for midnight to strike.

I’m shaking like a leaf, my eyelids half-closed by the time it does.

I take a deep breath, and carefully move Harry’s and Louis’s hands from my waist. I have a semi heart attack as they both let out a little snore, moving a bit. Restarting my heart, I breathe out slowly and jump off the bed. Gabbing my sweatpants and hoodie, I slip them on and tiptoe my way to the door written Niall.

Then I stop and think. They’re all sleeping... Maybe I can escape through Louis’s or Harry’s room?

My gaze flickers to the two doors. No. A, I have nowhere to go and B, Niall might be watching me right now.

My hand rattles the doorknob softly and I exhale, finding it unlocked.

I enter his room, his strong scent filling my nostrils as I shut the door quietly behind me.

Suddenly, a body collides with mine, hugging me tightly.

“Are you alright love?” The Irish voice mumbles in my neck as I stand there, astounded. I was sooo not expecting that kind of reaction.

He drags me around in the dark and makes me sit on something soft and comfy before opening his bedside light. I realize I’m on his bed, and he’s in front of me, only in his sweatpants.

“Umm.... Aren’t you angry I bit you?” I gulp fretfully.

“Well I was at first, but then I saw that you went through much worse than a little nip. So I decided against punishing you.” He shrugs, sitting beside me. I look at him, his blue eyes almost glowing in the faint light.

“So why’d you want me here if it isn’t for anything, sexual...” I trail on, looking away. The thought alone makes me uncomfortable.

“Look. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the boys’ anger over your escape two years ago has dissipated. But they are stricter about little details, making them impatient and violent. ” He explains.

“Why was Harry watching us carefully when you were talking to me?” I ask.

“Harry wants me to act indifferent towards you. He wants to be the only one to show feelings for you. We all have to pretend to be insensible about what we do to you, without hurting you too much. That’s why I pretended to have dry sex with you earlier. So to sum it all up, I’m apologizing in advance if I seem rough and careless about what I do okay? I don’t care if you don’t trust me, but I want you to know I’ll be feeling remorseful. I-I-I have feelings for you okay...” He stutters.

I nod quickly, processing everything he just said. Okay, so he has feelings for me? Do the other boys have feelings for me too? Why is Harry being so protective?”

“Can I ask you something?” He asks softly, tearing me out of my thoughts.

“What is it?” I reply.

“Why are you so calm about all this?”

“I don’t know... I guess I just haven’t fully processed it yet. But why go in hysterics if I can’t do anything to truly change my situation?” I mumble the last part a little miserably. I yawn, suddenly feeling a little drowsy.

“Would you like to sleep here?” He whispers.

I nod and he picks me up from the bed bridal style, before tucking me inside his sheets. He slides in beside me, but doesn’t touch me.

“I have one more question for you though Soph...” I feel him hesitate behind me, but my eyelids close.

“Hmm?” I hum, feeling myself falling into slow slumber.

“Soph.. Do you...well...I told you how I felt and I was wondering if....” It’s as if he’s tripping on his words. “Christ Niall,” He takes a deep sigh, getting a little closer to me. “Soph do you have feelings for me?” He finally gets out.

I wish he hadn’t managed to say these words. Now I won’t be able to sleep, dwelling on the same question again and again. Did I feel for him?

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