"Please! No! I've never asked for this!" I choke out, trying to roll off the bed and away from their probing hands. The room was dark, and I can't see what they were doing, which scares me even more. "Let go of me please!" I sob, squirming uncomfortably from their warms hands on my thighs.

"Niall, kiss her to show her what she's missing." Louis says from my left, while he and Harry held me down flat on the bed. I shut my eyes tightly and tossed my head left and right, not wanting to be kissed. But Niall grabbed my face firmly in his hands and pressed his soft lips against mine. I didn't want to kiss back. I felt his body hovering over mine and his hands slowly releasing their grip on my face as my body relaxed to the kiss. I can't hold it in. I moan against his lips, and kissed him back heatedly. He smiled on my lips, his tongue pushing against my lips to gain entrance, which I grant, lost into the new found lust.

Harry and Louis are chuckling silently on either side of us, letting go of my arms to undress themselves. Instinctively, my hands go in Niall's hair, playing and pulling with little wisps of his bleached hair.

He groans on my lips, grinding his clothed pelvis lightly against my bare one. Brusquely, he breaks the kiss and I open my eyes in surprise.

I faintly see the outline of his body undressing in the darkness of the bedroom. I don't have the time to protest as another mouth latches on mine, the owner's hands flicking occasionally my pebbled nipples. I whimper slightly.

"Stop... Please." I cry out, breaking the kiss and trying to push against a very naked and quite chiseled torso.

"So, you're telling us you don't like that?" Says Harry's voice from lower down the bed. His hands trace lazy circles on the insides of my thighs, making me wet with need.

"Yes..." I complain.

"You're lying babe. You're wet as hell." Harry responds before thrusting two fingers inside me.

I want to scream, but Louis's mouth silences me hastily. I dig my nails in his shoulders hard as Harry kept thrusting his fingers in and out of me with a faster, harder pace, adding another one after a couple seconds only.

Silent tears are flowing down my face, and Louis kisses them away. Niall is close by; whispering sweet things in my ear as Harry's rough movements slowly become pleasurable.

 The Irish boy starts kissing my neck, nipping and sucking at some places. Louis begins doing the same, leaving wet kisses everywhere he can. I find myself moaning at all the attention I was getting.

 Inevitably, something's building inside of me. Like a strong wave. I am on the edge of climaxing hard, but I just can't reach it. I'm sexually confused as it started fading away. My body‘s lusting for more, and it can't get enough as Harry's fingers go slower.

"Harry..." I whimper, trying to thrust my hips upwards to show him I wanted more.

"Hmmm?" He says, his hot breath tickling me. He knows what I want. He just wants me to say it him, to prove to me that he was right about what I wanted.

I want to hit him.

 "What do you want Soph? I thought you wanted us to stop...." He says cockily. I whine in protest, moaning low when Niall starts sucking my sweet spot.

"More..." I mumble quietly. His fingers stop moving inside me.

"I want you to say it Sophie. Say you want us. Tell me you want us to pound you to oblivion." He purrs, curling his fingers slightly inside me. My eyes had adjusted to the low lighting of the room and I could see his smirking face clearly.

My head screams no, but my body begs for it. I bite my lower lip, slightly tasting the coppery blood. I shake my head no, but the words come out of my mouth without my permission.

"I need you inside me, now," Is all I reply, embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, all three guys stopped touching me, and got off me.

"But-" I'm cut by Harry's mouth on mine. My hands play in his soft curls, messing them up slightly. He switches us around, making me straddle him. I see his cock. It's big. Too big for me. I hear him snigger at my expression.

"Harry... it won't fit..." I object, lifting myself off his waist. He pulls me back down.

"Don't worry. I'll make it fit."

Without wasting anytime or warning me, he grabs my hips bruisingly hard and enters me swiftly, tearing my hymen apart.

I scream and he hugs me to his chest, dulling my screaming faintly. I push against him, wanting to get off of him so bad. Tears are raining down my face, but he keeps telling me it'll be fine in a couple minutes. He passes his hands in my brown hair slowly, trying to soothe me.

"Harry... Please. I don't want to anymore. It hurts too much." I weep on his chest. I didn't stop whimpering that it hurt. I felt Niall's and Louis's look in my bare back, surely wondering what I was blabbering about to Harry. I sat up on Harry, a new wave of tears forming when I saw the blood where we were joined.

"Shhh." He grabs my hips softly, and starts moving them on himself. He groans, eyes closing, building a faster pace already.

The pain slowly fades, being replaced by ecstasy. Beads of sweat appear on his forehead, along with occasional grunts of pleasure from his mouth.

I stay silent, not allowing myself to moan to his treatment.

"Show me you like that." He says between breaths. I shake my head no again. Harry lets out a frustrated sigh. "You're the one that's making things worse for you." He shrugs, forcing my hips to stay painfully in place. "Louis? Niall? You know what you have to do. Careful Louis: she's really tight."

I feel something poking against my backside, and see Niall get in front of me.

"No, no, no!"  I scream mentally and out loud.

My reaction is cut short as Louis enters me from behind, burning my insides. I scream again, and hug Harry tightly while the tears make their appearance again. Only this time Harry doesn't hug me back.

I try to get off of Harry's erection, but Louis's body presses on my back, which doesn't allow a great deal of movement.

"Gosh you're tight Soph," I faintly hear Louis whisper in my ear. I don't acknowledge it, trying to forget the pain.

Without waiting, they both start thrusting in and out at a hard, rapid pace. I felt like I was a rope in their game of tug-a-war. My nails grip Harry's shoulders to steady myself, while his bruising grasp on my thighs leave them aching.

Niall is still in front of me and I realise what he's waiting for as his cock is held high in front of my face.

He doesn't want to be forceful so he just waits for my approval. I let go of Harry, and grab his member instead. I run my tongue along the tip, earning a load groan from the Irish boy, followed by a moan from me since the guys had started hitting my sweet spots repeatedly inside of me.

"See. Told you you'd enjoy it." I hear Harry say between his and Louis loud groans. I can't answer as Niall clutches my head, helping me to bob it up and down his length in a fast motion.

"Oh god... I'm about to cum." I hear Louis groan behind me.

"Me too." Both Harry and Niall answer at the same time. I was close too, and I could tell the boys could feel it. They gave a few other hard thrusts, and I let it all go, shrieking on Niall. He cums right after, letting out a low animalistic moan. I swallow the slimy substance automatically, wanting to get rid of the taste as fast as I could.

My eyes were closing without my permission as Harry and Louis empty themselves inside of me. They both get out of me, and Harry lays me beside him, pulling the sheet over my body.

Drowsiness rapidly takes control of me and I can't push Louis and Harry away as they hugged my body under the sheets. Niall joins beside Louis, kissing me softly on the head.

The only things I can think about when fatigue kicks in fully, is how bad my lower body's going to feel tomorrow.