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friendly competition

Friendly competition Tags: bromance, threesome, dirty talk, narry, niall oneshot, harry oneshot, squirting, riding, boy pov Harry I made my way through the crowded club, looking for (Y/N). We were friends, but I fancied her, and I was hoping to make a move tonight. My only problem was that Niall fancied her, too, and he was somewhere in the club looking for her just as I was. Unfortunately, Niall found her first. I found them in the middle of the dance floor, (Y/N) pressed up against Niall’s front. Anger and jealousy bubbled up inside me. Niall glared at me as I came up behind her and pulled her hips toward me. “Stay the fuck away from her, mate,” I hissed. He scoffed. “We both know that ain’t gonna happen.” “Guys, please,” (Y/N) spoke up. “We can all dance together. No big deal.” But it was a big deal. We both wanted her, and the solution wasn’t as simple as the three of us dancing together. We were competing for her. Niall I was mad at Harry for interrupting me and (Y/N). I was there first, fair and square. But if he wanted a competition, then he was going to get one. I probably wouldn’t be as upset if I hadn’t been drinking, but, let’s face it, none of this would be happening if we didn’t all have alcohol in our system. Harry and I glared at each other as we danced. She seemed to be enjoying herself, one of her hands on my neck, the other on Harry’s. Her hips swayed to the beat, and, even though I was angry, I couldn’t deny that she was a turn on. Harry smirked at me as ...

... he grabbed her waist and moved his hips with hers. I scowled at him and grabbed her hips, grinding against her. We danced like that for a while, Harry and I competing for her attention. But it was on when he leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck. I grabbed her chin and teased her lips with mine, just barely touching her before giving her a peck. “Want to get out of here?” I asked. “All three of us?” she replied hopefully. I was a little disappointed, but it was a chance to prove myself. “Why not?” —— We decided on going to her place. As soon as we were in the door, we both had her pinned against the wall, our lips on whatever part of her we could touch. Her mouth, her collar bone, her neck – we didn’t want to leave any part of her untouched. She was moaning softly, and I don’t know about Harry, but it was driving me crazy. “Guys, let’s take this to the bedroom,” she suggested. “More room.” We were more than willing to comply and we followed her into her bedroom. She lay on the bed and seductively gestured for us to come to her. I shed my shirt and walked to her, Harry doing the same. I leaned over her and kissed her neck, my hand sliding up her shirt. I massaged her breast over her bra and she let out a small whimper. Harry slid her jeans down her legs and tossed them aside. “Take my shirt of, Niall,” she said softly, looking me in the eye. I slid the shirt over her head, making sure my fingertips lightly brushed her skin all the way up. “So pretty,” I whispered, kissing ...