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Niall attends the BMW PGA Championship at Wentworth on May 25, 2016.
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the interviewer bringing up last years Masters one last time
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US Open Day 3, 02/09/2015 (via fyz)
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10 minutes into derby and chill and he gives you this look
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** kind of a continuation from my last one, kind of not
“What are you doing here?” You ask, not being able to help the accusing tone that came from your lips.
“Don’t be like that, you know I can’t stay away” he defended, the fake look of hurt on his face betrayed by the way his mouth curved up into a smirk.
You couldn’t believe he found it humorous, turning up on your doorstep in the dark of night after you told him he had to stay away. He was trouble, you knew it and he knew it, and no matter how much your heart begged for you to let him stay, your mind was always warning you, driving you mad with fear and guilt.
“I thought I told you to leave me alone” you spoke, your strong facade being let down by the wobble in your voice, the way your eyes looked at him like he was the only thing you could see.
“Darlin’, you and I both know you didn’t mean it” He cooed, lifting his hand up to cup your cheek, running his fingers down your jawline.
“How can I stay away? You’ve got me so hooked” he whispered, inviting himself inside.
You both stood at the door way, unspoken words drifting between you.
“She doesn’t deserve this” you said, unable to look him in the eye, afraid the emotion your face held would betray the words you spoke.
Of course you didn’t want to encourage any of this, but there was always that part of you that did. You were torn between your mind and your heart, your morals and the intense lust that radiated from every inch of you, begging you to give in and be with him one more time.
“This isn’t about her. It’s about us, I can’t stop thinking about you, fucking you, the face you make when you come” he spoke, edging closer to you.
He had you backed against the wall, his familiar cologne engulfing you, making it so much harder for you to get yourself to say no.
“If you don’t want me here, I will go. But don’t lie, do not lie to me and say these past two weeks haven’t been the best of your life” he demanded, his tone laced with lust, desperation.
You couldn’t help but look into his eyes, the usual bright blue of them being overtaken by a look so serious, so sincere that it took your breathe away.
“Niall, I” you started, your words interrupted when he kissed you, his hands finding their way into your hair.
He kissed you so passionately, so desperately that you almost came apart in his arms right then and there. But your mind demanded you for answers and you dropped your head, breaking the kiss.
“I need to know why you’re still with her. Niall, please, I need to know” you begged, fisting the front of his t-shirt between your hands.
He sighed, his frustration evident, “you know they won’t like me doing that, my image is more important to them than anything.”
His answer was enough for you to feel sorry for him, but he continued on, his tone becoming a lot more dark, “besides, I know you love the scandal, I know how much the possibility of getting caught turns you on. You love knowing I think of you whenever I’m fucking her”
He had you caught, the way your eyes widened gave him the confirmation he sought that everything he was saying was true.
“I can’t help the guilt Niall, its with me wherever I go” you confessed, leaning back into the wall.
“Can’t you be selfish for once, think of nothing but yourself? Fuck, I am. I’m obsessed with this feeling, the thought that this is so wrong but too fucking good to stop” He was moving towards you again, his hands sliding down to your waist.
“Make me forget about her,” he pleaded, his hands slipping into your pants.
His cold hands on your bare arse made you gasp, as he leant down to kiss you. This time it was softer, but it seemed much more desperate. You let yourself give in this time, pulling him back towards you by his t-shirt, closing the gap between you. His words had won you over, although it was an easy war. You forced yourself to stop thinking and just do, to follow your desires. He pulled you into your bedroom, taking his time to undress you and himself before he pushed you back onto the bed. Your knee was bent up around him, and as he was sucking and kissing at your collarbone he would grind against you.
You were wet before he even began the foreplay, running his tongue along your breasts masterfully. He trailed his hand down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He began to rub you between your legs, using his body to widen your legs even more. He ran a finger up a full strip from your vagina to your clit, taking his time to massage every inch of you.
“So wet for me darlin’, all for me” he mumbled into your chest, raising his head to kiss you.
You were arching your back to reach him more, begging for him to go deeper. He got the message, shifting so that he was aligned with you. He entered you slowly at first, giving you time to relax into him as he thrust, his spare hand massaging your clit simultaneously.
“Holy fuck, Niall” you moaned, digging your fingers deeper into his shoulder blades.
It wasn’t long before your vision was becoming blurred, your mouth ajar as your eyes rolled back into your head. You could hardly manage to breath out his name as you came undone around him, biting hard into your lip when he didn’t stop, your climax becoming more intense each thrust. By the time he came you were a mess, moaning into his skin and unable to keep your eyes open. He yelled out your name, echoing around the empty house.
“Shit” he breathed, collapsing down onto the bed.
He turned to face you, smirking at you as he traced your jawline with his fingertips.
“Thank you” he spoke softly, his eyes slowly returning the the crystal blue they once were.
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