FIC REC #1D - WAVES THAT ROLLED YOU UNDER (NC17 ZAYN/HARRY/NIALL)
i never even KNEW that i needed this threesome. but OH. THANK. YOU.
WAVES THAT ROLLED YOU UNDER by irishmizzy and miss_bennie
NC17 | canon, PINING and HEART ACHE and EMOTIONAL HURT/COMFORT and niall hurts his knee and zayn has a broken heart and harry isn't sure why he feels alone with these two boys lying on top of him. ugh it's just utterly PERFECT | 30k | zayn/niall, niall/harry, harry/zayn (past zayn/perrie)
summary: “Costa Rica,” Harry says, like it’s the start of another dumb round of the game. Zayn pictures it, imagines it’d be quiet and hot, the beach and the jungle and blue skies everywhere. Probably wouldn’t be too bad.
Or: the one where they burn out, fuck off, and try to figure it all out.
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“Hey.” Niall taps Zayn’s chest, fingers curling into collar of Zayn’s shirt, waiting for Zayn to look at him. He takes a deep breath and this time, Zayn braces for whatever he’s about to say. “‘m really glad you’re here,” he says, thumb tapping an erratic beat on Zayn’s sternum.
“Me too,” Zayn says quietly, fiercely. The air around him crackles. He touches the faded lines on Niall’s skin, finds that first smiley face and presses his fingertips to it. When he looks up again, Niall’s watching him intently, his eyes gone dark. It’s like a gravitational pull, drawing him in. He kisses Niall like they’re moving in slow motion, like they have all the time in the world.
Niall’s still got his hand in Zayn’s collar, yanks at it until Zayn moves back and pulls his shirt off before ducking back into kiss him again. Zayn feels wide awake and half asleep at the same time, when he threads his hand through Niall’s hair, he’s surprised by how soft it is. He tugs, just a little, and Niall gasps, his mouth falling open.
“Sorry,” Zayn says, pulling back, his fingers rubbing Niall’s scalp.
“No, s’alright. Liked it.” He leans back, pulls Zayn with him, shifts so they’re fitted together. This time, when he pulls Niall’s hair, he’s ready for it, licks into Niall’s mouth, tastes the beer and lime and liquor. Salt water and sea air and Niall.
“S’okay, yeah?” Niall asks, arm coming up to cover the Perrie tattoo, pulling Zayn closer to him. Zayn laughs against Niall’s mouth, murmurs “yeah, yeah,” and kisses him harder, hopes Niall doesn’t notice the tears pricking at his eyes. He hasn’t kissed anyone new in a long time and it’s just. It’s a lot.
WAVES THAT ROLLED YOU UNDER by irishmizzy and miss_bennie
NC17 | canon, PINING and HEART ACHE and EMOTIONAL HURT/COMFORT and niall hurts his knee and zayn has a broken heart and harry isn't sure why he feels alone with these two boys lying on top of him. ugh it's just utterly PERFECT | 30k | zayn/niall, niall/harry, harry/zayn (past zayn/perrie)
summary: “Costa Rica,” Harry says, like it’s the start of another dumb round of the game. Zayn pictures it, imagines it’d be quiet and hot, the beach and the jungle and blue skies everywhere. Probably wouldn’t be too bad.
Or: the one where they burn out, fuck off, and try to figure it all out.
read it because of:
“Hey.” Niall taps Zayn’s chest, fingers curling into collar of Zayn’s shirt, waiting for Zayn to look at him. He takes a deep breath and this time, Zayn braces for whatever he’s about to say. “‘m really glad you’re here,” he says, thumb tapping an erratic beat on Zayn’s sternum.
“Me too,” Zayn says quietly, fiercely. The air around him crackles. He touches the faded lines on Niall’s skin, finds that first smiley face and presses his fingertips to it. When he looks up again, Niall’s watching him intently, his eyes gone dark. It’s like a gravitational pull, drawing him in. He kisses Niall like they’re moving in slow motion, like they have all the time in the world.
Niall’s still got his hand in Zayn’s collar, yanks at it until Zayn moves back and pulls his shirt off before ducking back into kiss him again. Zayn feels wide awake and half asleep at the same time, when he threads his hand through Niall’s hair, he’s surprised by how soft it is. He tugs, just a little, and Niall gasps, his mouth falling open.
“Sorry,” Zayn says, pulling back, his fingers rubbing Niall’s scalp.
“No, s’alright. Liked it.” He leans back, pulls Zayn with him, shifts so they’re fitted together. This time, when he pulls Niall’s hair, he’s ready for it, licks into Niall’s mouth, tastes the beer and lime and liquor. Salt water and sea air and Niall.
“S’okay, yeah?” Niall asks, arm coming up to cover the Perrie tattoo, pulling Zayn closer to him. Zayn laughs against Niall’s mouth, murmurs “yeah, yeah,” and kisses him harder, hopes Niall doesn’t notice the tears pricking at his eyes. He hasn’t kissed anyone new in a long time and it’s just. It’s a lot.