#Niall smut

[strawnarrries]

Dirty Book

Summary: Your husband catches you reading another dirty book and doesn't enjoy you getting turned on without him, so he takes matters into his own hands and makes you forget all about your book.

Requested: Nope but my box is always open!

POV: 2nd

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning(s): M/F receiving oral, unprotected sex

The sound of the water pellets hitting the shower floor echoed throughout the bathroom and floated into your bedroom, a perfect background noise for your reading session. It was around 9:30pm (21:30) and you were currently laying in bed, snuggled up under your cozy, white comforter, reading a romance thriller- a book your best friend had insisted you read. This book was all over tiktok recently so you were excited to see what the hype was all about. Plus, you loved a good spicy book.

After dinner, you had taken an everything shower. You washed your hair, and your body, exfoliated, and shaved everything, as well as doing a face mask and your skincare routine. You lit one of your favorite candles to make the room smell sweet before snuggling under the covers to read. You loved the vibe that you were living right now- freshly clean, soft skin against your silky sheets, nose filled with the perfect mix of scents from your candle - raspberry nectar, iris petals, and airy vanilla - while you were snuggled under your soft covers, reading your favorite genre of book.

Your husband, Niall, had walked into the room not even 5 minutes ago, but you were so engrossed in your book, you didn't even acknowledge him. He head straight for the bathroom and turned on the shower. He came out only a few minutes later and you couldn't help but let your eyes snap up to watch him once you noticed he was completely naked.

You would be lying if you said the words you were reading hadn't made your thighs squeeze shut and your heart rate increase as you pictured you and Niall instead of the two main characters. He walked towards the dresser that sat right in front of your bed, ruffling through one of the drawers for something. You were so distracted by him that you hadn't even cared to notice what he was doing. The way his back muscles flexed with every movement he made, the countless number of freckles against his skin that you loved to kiss, and his perky bum cheeks that you never resisted grabbing whenever the occasion arrived. The back of him was so pretty and you wished you had admired it more over the years.

He lifted his head and your eyes flicked up to his in the faint reflection of the large, black tv hanging above the dresser. You made eye contact with those pretty eyes and couldn't help the blush that arose on the apples of your cheeks. His head flicked around to check if you were actually looking at him and his lips turned into a smirk when he noticed he wasn't just seeing things.

"Quit droolin'," he teased.

You rolled your eyes with a soft grin on your lips before finding the place where you left off in your book, getting lost in the pages once again. He walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and you soon heard the glass door to the shower open and close, signaling that he had hopped in.

You weren't sure how long he was in there, but soon enough you heard the shower turn off and the only noise filling your ears was the words you read on the page. Niall had quickly dried off and done his basic skin care routine before walking back into your bedroom, not even bothering to put on any clothes. You hadn't acknowledged him, too engrossed in this spicy scene to want to look away even for a second.

He walked towards the end of the bed and climbed in between your legs, "'s dat one of yer dirty books?"

"Maybe," you grinned, peeking your eyes just over the brim of the pages to look at him.

He was fresh out of the shower, his hair still wet and his skin glowing from his skincare regimen. He didn't reply, he just pushed your shirt up to reveal your belly and rested his cheek against it, his damp hair cold against your warm skin. You continued to read your book and you felt his fingers play with the strings on your pajama pants.

"Don't like dat," he mumbled suddenly.

"Don't like what?"

"Don't like the fact dat yer gettin' turned on without me."

"'m not gettin' turned on," you replied, letting your book rest on your upper lip while peeking over it once again to look at him as he lifted his head to look at you.

"Oh really?"

"Mm mm," you shook your head.

"So if I took a quick peek, ya wouldn't be wet at all?"

"Nope," you hummed, popping the 'p' confidently.

He sat up and slipped his fingers past the band of both your pajama pants and your panties, tugging them down your legs. You obliged and lifted your hips to help him. Once he pulled them off each leg, he threw them carelessly onto the floor. You immediately closed your thighs, hiding your secret. He placed both palms on either one of your knees and urged you to open them for him, "Lemme see."

You didn't fight it, starting to feel more desperate for him to touch you by the second. You let your legs fall open, your stringy arousal now in full view for him. You watched his face transform as he admired you, a smug smirk curved onto his lips and his eyes slowly darkened with lust. His fingers immediately slipped through your folds, feeling and spreading your wetness.

"You fuckin' liar," he teased.

You hummed softly at his touch, your hips instinctively bucking up. He laid down on his belly and wrapped his right arm around your hips, now face to face with your throbbing center. You crossed your ankles around his shoulders, butterflies erupting in your stomach from excitement for what's to come. Using his left hand, he placed his callous fingers on your swollen clit, rubbing it back it forth.

You whimpered out his name softly, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked up and he let his fingers move south, easily slipping a finger past your dripping entrance. He felt all around you, curling his finger up and finding that special spot just under where your clit was located. Focusing on that spot, he moved his finger in and out of you, hitting the spot with each thrust. You felt your orgasm slowly rising and the book getting looser in your hands, threatening to fall closed on the sheets beneath you.

Using his free hand, he spread you open for him before leaning down and wrapping his pink lips around your throbbing clit. You let out a pornographic moan, dropping the book onto the bed next to you, not even bothering to mark your page. Your hands immediately threaded through his dark, damp locks. He suckled on your bud, fingers moving in and out of you, hitting your spot with each thrust. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were arching your back and screaming his name.

No words were spoken between you two. He was desperate to get you off and you were desperate to get off. The only noises filling the room was your moans and the wet sounds of him working you towards your orgasm. He quickly slipped his fingers out of you, wrapping both hands around your hips and pulling you closer to him. His mouth watered at the sight of you soaking and swollen for him. He licked up your entire center before dipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance. He felt around your walls and your grip on his hair tightened.

Your arousal coated his tongue and he hummed against you, vibrations from his voice sending waves of pleasure up your spine. He pulled his tongue out of you and flicked the tip back and forth against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. With his free hand, he reached up under your shirt and grabbed onto your right breast, squeezing and kneading it. You quickly grabbed onto the hem of your top and pulled it up over your head, throwing it across the room and exposing yourself to him.

Keeping yourself sat up slightly, you rested your elbows on the sheets under you, supporting your body up so you could watch him. He glanced up at you and you made eye contact with those pretty blue eyes, an open-mouthed grin quickly growing on his lips. His hair was sticking up in every direction from your previous tugging and the scruff that perfectly lined his jaw tickled your skin. His calloused fingers were tweaking your nipple and your thighs were loosely wrapped around his head as he lapped at your clit, sliding the tip of his tongue all around it as he felt it throb against him. It was a scene you never wanted to forget. Just the sight of him could send you into a frenzy.

"Ya like dat?"

"Niall, oh my god," you whimpered, letting your head fall back onto your shoulders.

He chuckled against you, his breath warm against your burning skin. Grabbing onto your hips with both hands to keep you in place, he wrapped his lips around your clit once more and began to suck with the perfect pressure he's learned you love. You bucked your hips up into him, lifting your head to watch him again. This time, all you could see was a mess of brown hair between your thighs, causing your abdomen to clench.

Your moans got more frequent the closer you got to your orgasm and you both knew it would only be a few short seconds before you are thrown off the edge. You let your body relax on the bed again, your fingers immediately tangling through his locks and pushing him impossibly closer to you.

"Gonna cum?" he mumbled against you.

"Mhm," you whined, your face contorted with pleasure as you focused on your orgasm quickly approaching.

He used his left hand and stuck his middle finger and his ring finger past your opening, thrusting it back and forth, doing everything in his power to unravel that knot in the pit of your stomach. With his fingers hitting all your sweet spots and his mouth suckling your clit, your orgasm took over your entire body.

Pleasure filled every one of your senses, pulling you out of reality and putting you into your own universe. You never wanted this feeling to stop. Your back was arching off the bed, your toes were curling against his shoulders, your thighs were trembling against his head, your grip on his hair was tightening, and moans were continually spilling from your lips. He felt your warmth coat his digits and he slowed down his thrusts to milk out your orgasm. Soon enough your body relaxed into the soft sheets beneath you, your moans being taken over by heavy pants.

He licked you clean before slipping his fingers out and climbing up the bed to hover over you. He hovered his fingers in front of your lips and you opened your mouth, taking them in and tasting your release. You let your tongue slide in between his two fingers and bobbed your head once, twice, to give him a preview of what was to come. His eyes were locked on your plump lips wrapped around him, jaw opened as a groan escaped his throat.

"God, you're so hot," he hummed.

You giggled and he slipped his fingers out of your mouth, pressing both hands on the bed next to either side of your head to support his weight. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. They moved in sync, his tongue slipping out and asserting his dominance. You love that tongue, obviously, but especially when he kissed you. He did it so well and so gracefully, it was so sexy.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips

"I love ya too," he hummed back.

After catching your breath from your release, you finally gained back the energy to return the favor. You pushed him onto his back on his side of the bed next to you, getting ready to straddle him before hearing him grunt, "Ow."

He reached under his back and pulled your book out from underneath him, handing it to you with a facial expression to show you he wasn't impressed.

"Don't crush it!" you exclaimed, grabbing it from him and making sure the pages weren't bent before placing it on your bedside table.

He rolled his eyes teasingly and you straddled his lap, sitting perfectly so his hard member was in between your folds. He wrapped his hands on either side of your hips and you pressed your hands against his toned chest. You began to grind your hips back and forth on him, soaking him with your growing wetness.

Your hands slid up to cup his jaw as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, kissing him passionately. Your hips were still mindlessly moving against him, the friction between you two sending light waves of pleasure across you.

"I wanna taste you," you hummed against his lips.

"Go for it, baby. Ya know I won't stop ya," he chuckled.

You grinned at him and pressed a few more kisses to his sweet lips before they trailed down to his jaw, his neck, his chest, and down down down until you were sat on your knees between his legs. You wrapped your hand around his already hard length and began to pump him in preparation. His swollen, red tip peaked out underneath his foreskin with each down stroke, precum oozing from his slit.

You pressed a sweet kiss to his tip before wrapping your lips around him, suckling gently. He lifted his head up to watch you as you came off of him with a soft pop and leaned down to the base of his shaft. You licked up the underside of him like a melting popsicle before taking him into your mouth, palm wrapped around what you could not fit in. Reaching down, he entangled his fingers through your long, brunette locks, pulling your hair into a ponytail and holding it out of your face. You began to bop your head up and down and you heard a groan leave his lips and his head falling back against the pillow underneath him.

He smelled and tasted so good. Being fresh out of the shower, the manly scent of his body wash filled your nose and the salty taste of his precum mixed with your previous arousal swarmed your taste buds. You hummed against him, acknowledging that he wasn't the only one enjoying this. You loved making him feel good. Being able to watch his stomach clench and his face twist with pleasure lit a fire in your abdomen. You were the one making him feel so good and you were the only one making him feel that good.

Flattening your tongue, you began to lick up the underside of him again. Your mouth watered for him, you were practically drooling over him; he was soaked, drenched in your saliva, but that's exactly how he liked it.

Paying attention to his tip, you began to swirl your tongue on the underside of him, your palm quickly pumping his shaft. He lifted his head up to watch you again, the sight of you on your knees for him being one of his favorite things to watch. Feeling his stare, you flicked your eyes up to his and came in contact with his usual blue ones darkened by lust. His jaw was lax and formed in an 'o' shape, his eyebrows were furrowed together, his stomach clenched each time your tongue drew a full circle around him, and a thin layer of sweat glistening his skin. You couldn't help the smile that erupted on your lips at the euphoric look of him, your tongue never stopping its movements around his tip.

Breaking eye contact, you wrapped your lips around him again and took him in. You moved your head up and down at a quick pace, feeling his grip on your hair tightening. You placed both hands on either one of his thighs and gripped him for stability as you relaxed your throat and took him deeper. The course patch of curls lining his pelvis tickled the tip of your nose each time you took him in and the moans that left his lips were like music to your ears.

"Fuck, Y/N, yer so fuckin' good at dis," he moaned and his words went straight to your center, your wetness growing.

After feeling your jaw begin to get sore, you wrap your lips around his tip, suckling it while your dominant hand pumped him at the pace you knew he loved. Your other hand went to cup his balls, massaging them ever so gently. You were doing everything in your power to get him to his orgasm. By the twitch of him in your mouth and the growing sounds of his moans, you knew it would only be seconds until he was pushing you away. And you weren't wrong.

"Mm, fuck, okay, okay, okay," he whimpered painfully since he wanted to cum, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't get hard again quick enough to be inside of you, "Wanna be in ya."

You licked your lips as you straddled his waist again, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate, moving in sync with each other. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, biting it gently and pulling it back before letting it snap back into place. You sat back up and were about to reach down to position him at your entrance before he stopped you.

"Hang on," he breathed out, "'m gonna cum immediately if 'm in ya right now."

"You're too easy," you grinned at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses on each freckle that lined his skin.

As you gave him a few minutes to cool down, you moved your lips back up to his. They moved leisurely against each other, your tongues entangling and causing the taste of each other to overwhelm your senses. Your painted fingernails ran through his damp hair while his bitten ones ran up and down your back slowly; a much slower and sweeter moment than earlier when everything was sexier and faster-paced. It wasn't long before he deepened your kisses once more, picking up from where you had left off.

"You ready?" you asked excitedly.

"Mhm," he nodded.

You sat up on your knees and positioned him at your entrance. You wasted no time before you slid down on him, taking all of him in until you were sat on his lap again. After watching him disappear inside of you, you looked up at him, both of your jaws slack. Giving yourself a few seconds to adjust to him, you purposefully squeezed your walls around him and watched as a groan left his lips and face contorted with pleasure.

You began grinding against him, the curls lining his pelvis stimulating your clit with each thrust. Hovering over him, you let both of your elbows rest on either side of his head. He placed his hands on your hips and helped you rock back and forth as you watched each other react to the euphoria that came with your bodies connecting. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled down at him.

"You feel so good," you whispered, lips slightly brushing up against his with each thrust.

"Ya do too, baby. Don't t'ink I'll last long with ya lookin' like dis on top of me," he replied, one hand sliding up your body and cupping your breast.

You chuckled breathlessly and pressed your lips against his. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues slipping out and caressing each other. You gently nibbled on his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth before sitting back up. Placing both hands on his chest again, you began to move your hips faster against his, slightly bouncing on him.

The knot in the pit of your stomach began tightening as the feeling of his girth filled you completely and sent pleasure throughout your body. You could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him against your slick walls. His tip brushed up against your special spot with each thrust and you couldn't stop your teeth from sinking into your bottom lip.

You looked down between your connecting bodies and watched as his member disappeared and appeared. He was completely coated, glittering with your arousal. His fingernails were carving crescent-shaped moons into the skin of your thighs, sure to be deep enough for you to find tomorrow morning. Your breasts bounced with each thrust of your hips and Niall was in complete awe as he watched you above him. His gorgeous wife, completely naked above him, moving back and forth against his throbbing member, soft whimpers occasionally leaving her pretty lips, it was something he never ever wanted to forget.

Your thrusts began to get sloppy as you felt your thighs begin to burn in overuse. Soon enough the burn overpowered the pleasure. You stopped your thrusts and sat completely on him in a huff, "Can you spoon me?"

"Yeah, c'mere," he answered.

You climbed off of him, feeling unsatisfyingly empty as he slipped out of you. You lay on your side next to him while he lay on his. His back was pressed to yours and you lifted your left leg over his leg to give him easy access. He immediately grabbed onto his throbbing member and slipped it inside of you. Wasting no time at all, his pace was fast and hard. His arms were wrapped around you tightly as your body moved with each slap of his hips against yours.

His right arm was laying straight, his bicep acting as a pillow for your head. Using your right arm, you reached out and grabbed onto his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing him tightly as you moaned out his name, "Oh, Niall."

"Ya feel me deep, baby?" he asked, using his right hand to press on your lower stomach, feeling the repetitive movements of him sliding in and out of you.

Unable to form coherent words at this point, you moaned in response, your toes curling against his ankle. The pressure from his hand against your abdomen intensified your pleasure. Your orgasm was quickly rising again, your stomach clenching each time he thrust against your sweet spots.

Using the hand placed on your stomach, he wrapped his palm around your neck, sliding it up to cup your jaw and moving it towards him. You moaned as his lips connected with yours, opened-mouthed kisses shared between you two. He swallowed your moans, the vibrations sending goosebumps to arise on his skin. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate as you both chased your orgasms, straining for a release.

"I love ya," he grunted against your lips.

You replied in a delighted, breathy hum, "I love you too."

Sliding his hand down from your jaw, he cupped your left breast in his palm, kneading it as his thrusts sped up. He pinched your nipple between his index finger and thumb, twisting it, causing a whimper to leave your lips. Your walls mindlessly began squeezing around him, silently signaling him that you were close. You were so close.

"Gonna cum? Need ya t' finish first," he grunted in your ear.

"Mhm, touch me," you whimpered, grabbing onto the hand that was kneading your left breast and moving it to your throbbing center.

His calloused fingers quickly moved back and forth across your throbbing clit. The pleasure only heightened and you were bucking your hips into his hand, breath hitched in your throat. Your moans grew as your orgasm grew closer and you knew it would only be seconds before you were releasing on him.

"C'mon," he encouraged, "Know yer close. Lemme hear ya."

And just like that, the tight knot in your stomach unraveled and pleasure numbed your entire body from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. You didn't hold back your moans, you relaxed your throat and let him know just how good he made you feel. Your back was arched and your toes curled. His pace never slowed down as he carried you through your orgasm, your face scrunched up in pleasure. The feeling of your warmth engulfing him had him instantly releasing inside of you, coating your walls with his love for you. He buried his face into the back of your neck, your hair muffling his groans and the feeling of his warm breath fanned the back of your neck.

His thrusts slowed down as he milked out the last bits of your orgasms and soon, your moans were taken over by heavy breaths as you both came down from your highs. He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek before getting up to retrieve a clean washcloth for you, a routine you both fell into once you got an IUD and stopped using condoms. You lay there with your eyes closed, feeling your heartbeat slow and your breath calm. You heard him turn the sink on and running water echoed throughout your bathroom. He soon turned it off and you heard his footsteps get closer to you.

Climbing on the bed again, he rolled you on your back and gently opened your legs. Still recovering from your powerful orgasm, you kept your eyes closed and he grinned at you, "Ya still wit' me, baby?"

"Mhm," you hummed delightfully, opening your eyes and looking at the beautiful man above you.

He wiped you clean with the damp washcloth, the lukewarm temperature of it against your burning skin giving you chills. After double checking you were all cleaned up and making sure none had dripped onto the bed, he walked back into the bathroom. He set the dirtied towel on the counter, planning to deal with it later before walking back into the room and falling onto the bed with a big grunt.

"Jesus," he breathed out in a chuckle, "I feel like I need t' take another shower after dat."

"Wanna take a bath?" you asked, looking over at him through your eyelashes.

"Sure," he replied quickly.

"Really?" you asked excitedly. Niall never wanted to take baths with you!

"Yeah, but only if ya add bubbles."

"I'll add as many bubbles as you want."

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[niallsgoldhoop]

sweet spot

a niall horan short story part one of six / six thousand words-ish nsfw, 18+

“I’m going to get another drink!”

I smile at my friends before turning away from the round table we’ve been sitting at, cutting my way through the crowded bar full of people dressed in various shades of green.

St. Patrick’s Day was the day to go out.

This year, for once, it fell on a Sunday which was the only day that I was off work.

Not that I was complaining— Owning my own bakery was the one and only thing that I had ever wanted and dreamed of.

So this morning when a couple of my closest friends asked if I wanted to go out with them later that night, the only obvious answer was yes.

“What can I get for you?” Looking up at me with a wide smile, the girl behind the bar mixes a couple of drinks before pushing the one in her hand right to the girl next to me.

Biting on my bottom lip, my eyes scan over the rows of liquor bottles lined up behind her. “I’ll just take an old fashioned with an extra cherry, please!”

“You got it, babe.”

Turning her back to me and pouring my drink, I lean against the dark wooden bar top to wait. While I’ve made my rounds to different pubs and bars over the years, I’d never been to Wilson’s before. It was full of sports memorabilia and vintage Guinness signs.

As my eyes take in everything around me, I realize one more thing that this bar has that none of the others have ever had.

Him.

Jesus Christ.

Even from here I can tell his eyes are light— a contrast to the dark chestnut color of his hair that curls out from the bottom of the Boston Red Sox hat perched on top of his head.

Sitting with a small group much like my own, the moment his eyes meet mine from across the distance something shifts deep inside my belly.

Heat blooms across my cheeks as I look away, focusing my vision on the baseball game playing on the television to my left, only I definitely couldn’t tell you a single thing on it.

“See something you like?”

Whipping around at the sound of a low, Irish accent, I find myself face to face with the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

If I thought he was captivating from across the room?

That was nothing compared to standing right next to him.

Under the brim of his hat, those eyes are so blue that it takes my breath away especially when the golden ring around his pupil catches the light when his fingers grip the brim of his hat and turn it backwards.

Fuck me.

“I—Um—“ Words evade me as he looks over the features of my face, those eyes falling to my lips for the longest few seconds of my life.

Running his hand over the dark scruff lining his jaw, it does nothing to hide the smirk that pulls at the corner of his full lips. “Cat got your tongue?”

This time I realize it’s my turn to let my eyes linger where they shouldn’t as a smug smile pulls on the corner of my own lips.

“Niall.” Holding his hand out to me, goosebumps travel up my arms at the electric touch between us. “And you?”

Just as I go to answer, the drink I ordered slides in front of me, looking so refreshing that I can’t help but pick one of the cherries out and bite it between my teeth, my tongue catching the drop of cherry flavored whiskey from my bottom lip.

“Willow.”

His thoat bobs against his swallow, that thick accent rough and low as he pushes closer to me as someone slides up to the bar behind him, repeating my name back to me as if he was imagining the taste of it on his own tongue. “Willow.”

I’ve never met someone who I’ve been able to fall into a conversation with so quickly. It feels like we stand there forever, slowly drifting closer and closer to each other. The smell of his vetiver and bergamot cologne becomes more and more intoxicating as time goes on.

“So, this is your holiday?” Taking a sip of the amber liquid from my glass, I look up at him through my lashes as the last rays of the sun filter through the old stained glass windows of the bar.

His laugh is loud and full before he leans a little closer to be heard over the noise, his tone playful with something else hidden under the surface. “I guess that depends.”

“Oh yeah?” A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips when Niall reaches out, his finger boldly tracing the thin green strap over my shoulder before following the path of my collarbone. “On what?”

A final peak of the sun hits the gold hoop in his ear just before he leans forward, his soft lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Are you going to kiss me because I’m Irish?”

“I don’t know—“ Reaching forward, my middle finger tucks into the pocket of his jeans as I look up at him, my head tilting to the side. “Are you gonna kiss me if I’m not?”

Time stands still between us as Niall glances behind him, towards the table of friends he left behind, his hand dropping to my waist where the tips of his fingers slide just barely under the top of my jeans. “Maybe not on the lips— But I can think of some other places I’d like to get my mouth.”

“Here?” This time it’s my turn to look behind me, towards my friends. “I—“

“Well, I’m not opposed to that.” His voice sounds laden with honey. “I won’t lie, Willow— You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.”

A blush crowds the apples of my cheeks as I push a lock of hair behind my ear. “I could say the same about you, Niall.”

“Will they miss you?” Blue eyes look over the top of my head as he looks towards my friends. “Because I know the guys at my table won’t miss me.”

Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. “They’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t a stranger to a one night stand— in fact, I feel like that’s what I preferred.

Working the hours at the bakery mixed with helping my sister, it just worked out that way. Plus it never really bothered me to be single.

There was something about Niall that felt honest.

Deep in those sapphire eyes with their golden sunset, there was a feeling in my gut of trust.

Ever since I was younger I’d always had intuition that was rarely ever wrong, something that I held close to my heart, letting myself lean into those feelings.

“So what do you say, Willow?” That brilliant smile splits across his perfect features, a couple of small crinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Want to get out of here?”

“Are you asking me to make an Irish exit?” A laugh bubbles out from my lips as I look up to him.

With a shrug of his shoulders, that hand resting along the top of my hip slides along the rough material on my jeans before his fingers dip into the waistband, pulling my body flush with his as his lips brush across my jaw. “Is it still an Irish exit if you leave with someone who’s Irish?”

“Mm, maybe not.” My words come on an exaggerated breath— one not meant for the public to hear. “Let me just send my location to my friends and tell them I’m leaving.”

Niall nips my earlobe. “I can't stop thinking about what I’ll do when I’m alone with you.”

Pulling some cash out of my wallet and pushing it across the bar, I listen to the fire blazing through my blood as I thread my fingers through his, looking up at him with a smile.

“I can't wait to find out.”

_________

I’ve never wanted someone so bad.

The entire ride in the back of the taxi to Niall’s house was like the ultimate tease of his attention.

From the words he whispered against my skin to the way his hands rested heavy on my thigh, his pinky just teasing along the seam of my jeans.

His lips hadn’t even met mine and I already knew just how impactful it would be when they do.

God, how fucking god they’ll feel.

On my lips.

On my skin.

When his hand finds mine as he says goodbye to our driver, butterflies flood my belly as he guides me in front of him to the front door of a quaint bungalow style house complete with a blooming garden.

“Fucking finally.” My body presses into his front door as he reaches into his pocket, the sound of metal keys cutting through the crisp air. “When I saw you— Standing at that bar— All I could think about was getting you here, with me.”

One hand wraps around my waist as the other pushes the key into the lock, turning it and pushing open the heavy door. As much as I’d like to look at everything inside, that idea falls flat when Niall grips me by the hips, spinning us around and pushing my back into the door as it slams shut.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? With where this is going?” Cupping my jaw, his thumb presses under my chin to bring my gaze to his. “If we’re going to do this— Together— I want you to be vocal, okay? I want to hear you answer me and tell me what you want, what you need. Can you do that for me, Willow?”

I swallow the nerves building up, nodding my head, my tongue rolls over my body lip. “Yes— Yes, I can do that. Please, Niall—“

“Come here.”

When the space between us closes, his lips on mine, I swear to god it feels like the earth starts to spin in reverse.

Soft and supple, Niall moves his lips along with mine as if he’d been doing just that for years. I can't even contain the whimper that falls from my own lips when his tongue teases across my top lip as his hands slide under the thin top that I pulled on this morning.

Just feeling his skin against mine sends a wave of goosebumps across my body, making me arch my back to push myself even closer to his warm body, feeling the heat emanating from him.

“Fuck.” His teeth pull on my bottom lip, just enough pressure to send a jolt through my nervous system. “I could stand here and kiss you all night, Jesus Christ.”

“Mhm.” Is my only reply as my lips travel from his and across the scruff lining his jaw, down to the spot under his golden earring, pulling the skin between my teeth and soothing it with my tongue. “But then I wouldn’t get to see this.” Dropping one of my hands, I cup him through his jeans and listen to the low groan from deep in his throat. “Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“Yeah? You want to see my cock nice and hard for you— Is that it?” Niall pulls back just enough to meet my gaze as his hands fall from under my shirt. “I’m going to ask you some questions, okay?”

“Okay.” Breathless, I feel the electricity as it buzzes underneath my skin.

“Is anything off limits for you?” Working the button of my jeans, he keeps those blue eyes on mine.

Shaking my head, I feel my heart rate skipping a beat. “No.”

“Good.” A smile plays at the corner of his lips as the unmistakable sound of his fingers pulling down the zipper fills the space around us. “Do you need a safe word just in case?”

“N—No.” I shake my head again. “I don’t.”

A small nod is the only response I get before Niall drops down in front of me, looking up at me from his knees, his fingers curling around the edge of my pants before pulling them down to reveal the skimpy lacy covering my center.

“Jesus Christ.” Strong hands drag up my thighs as his eyes go wide. “This incredible body is just for me tonight, is that right?”

Through dark lashes framing his eyes, the blue fades out as the darkness of his pupils expand. “For tonight, yeah.”

“Are you going to leave that pretty green top on? Or take it off?” The very top of his finger traces the edge of the black lace, making my thighs inadvertently rub together. “Don’t worry— I’ll take care of you.”

Gripping the edges of my shirt and pulling it off, I drop it next to where my shoes and my jeans sit in a small pile, my hand reaching out to run through Niall’s dark hair.

When the soft light from the lamp across the living room catches the silver barbells through my nipples, his eyes close as he tilts his face up to the ceiling, almost like he’s in need of his own savior.

“Willow.” My name falls off his lips on a groan, one from deep inside his chest. “God.”

With my back still against the front door, a small gasp leaves me when Niall’s lips press against my skin, small kisses dancing across my thighs and the soft nips from his teeth adding to the sensation.

“Look at you— Soaking wet.” Dragging his finger over the center of the damp fabric, I tilt my head back when he presses his fingertips to my clit. “I bet you taste sweet, so fucking sweet.”

“Maybe if you quit talking you’ll find out.” I answer.

Niall scoffs, looking up at me. “So the pretty girl from the bar has a bratty side, does she?”

Hooking his finger into the lace and pulling it to the side, I can’t help the way my lips pop open as his tongue moves through my center, the tip of his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit before pulling away.

“Niall—“

“You know, I like brats.” Pressing a soft kiss to my thigh, his nails drag down the back of my thighs before peeling the scrap of material from my body. “So by all means— Keep going.”

Before I can formulate a response, he buries his face between my legs and when he suctions his lips around my clit, it feels like all I can do is not to unravel right then and there. Burying my hands in his hair, I moan out as he goes back and forth between tracing mindless patterns across the sensitive nerve and flicking his tongue in a rhythm that doesn’t even seem humanly possible.

“So fucking sweet.” Resting his head on my lower stomach, I take a second to catch my breath before feeling his finger as he drags it through the wetness he’s created. “I bet this cunt is so tight, so warm.”

Pressing one finger inside, he only draws it back to add a second one before hooking them both forward and finding the spot that only those few and far between have been able to find.

“Niall, oh god—“ Letting go of his soft brunette waves, I let my fingers slide up my belly until they find the silver piercings on my chest, messing with them to add another level to the pleasure he’s giving me. “That feels so good, so damn good.”

“Let me.” Moving my hands out of the way, he grips my heavy breast in his hand before flicking the metal and making me cry out. “Put your hands up— Over your head.”

I do as I’m told just as he finds his home between my legs again, the sounds coming from the back of his throat making me whimper louder than I even knew was possible. Especially when he lifts my leg over his shoulder, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers as he eats me with fervor— as if he hasn’t had a drop of water in a desert for years.

“Are you going to come for me like this? Against my front door?” Nipping the sensitive nerve, I feel my walls flutter against his fingers. “How many times has someone made you come before, Willow?”

My eyes flutter closed as he sucks and licks me like never before, his fingers pressing harder inside of me. “Thr—Fuck, three.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Those words are the last ones I hear before he brings me to a pleasure I’ve never known.

“Fuck!” Letting my mouth fall open, I cry out as my orgasm crashes through my body. “Niall.“

He stands up to tower over me, cupping my jaw and letting his fingers dig into my cheeks, a silent question.

When I nod and open my mouth, he lets his saliva mixed with my release gather on his tongue before letting it fall into my waiting mouth.

“Perfect— You are literally perfect.” Crashing his lips to mine, when his hands slide down my thighs, I let him wrap them around his waist before he turns us away from the door. “I’m going to have so much fun making a mess out of you— wrecking you.”

His lips move against mine in a slower kiss than before, taking his time.

I pull back from him just enough to see the dark walls of his bedroom, the bed looking like a cloud from the fluffy sheets and the half made duvet spread across the top.

Niall sits in the edge of the bed, his hands moving across my ass at the same time he drops his lips to my neck, leaving wet kisses down until he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Oh, yes.” Barely a whisper, the sensation of his warm mouth along with his tongue flicking across the metal makes me arch my back. “More.”

Releasing one and doing the same with the other, he pulls away too soon. “Get on your knees first.”

“And if I say no?” I gripping the hair at the base of his neck, I pull until he has to tilt his head back to look up at me. “If I want to be a brat?”

A low laugh falls from his lips as he stands to his full height, turning so that he can drop me down onto the bed, reaching out and grabbing a fist full of my hair just hard enough that I feel the sting in my scalp.

From my scalp all the way to the spot between my legs.

“You want to be difficult? That’s fine.” Working the button of his pants, I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. “You can be difficult with my cock down your throat, yeah?”

When he releases my hair, his hands make quick work of his pants and briefs, shoving them to the floor and kicking them off to be forgotten until later before grabbing his shirt and adding that to the pile.

Just the sight before me makes me whimper.

A perfect amount of dark hair dusts across his chest and even matches the trimmed hair that leads to the most perfect cock that I’ve ever seen.

“Go on, put your mouth on me.” Gripping himself in his left hand, Niall presses the tip of his cock to my bottom lip, using it to pull it down to release it with with a pop. “Let me see how well I fit.”

Opening my mouth, I flick my tongue along the underside of his length, looking up at him through my lashes before closing my lips around him and drawing him in.

“Holy shit.” Dropping his hand, he threads it through my hair instead. “Just like that, baby.”

The small amount of praise makes me take him deeper, letting my tongue run along the thick vein that decorates him. His hand in my hair tightens as he hits the back of my throat, a moan breaking through his lips.

“Open your throat for me, I know you can take more than that.” Niall demands.

Doing just that, I let my jaw relax and when he pushes even further, the intrusion makes my throat restrict— gagging around him and feeling tears rush to the corners of my eyes.

“Again—“

Pushing forward, this time I let him rest at the back of my throat for a couple more seconds before pulling back, using my fist to work him over as I catch my breath.

I don’t waste time before taking him back in my mouth, keeping my eyes on his as I taste the saltiness of him, wishing more than anything he would give me everything— to let me swallow everything he could give me.

“I can’t—“ Shaking his head, Niall pulls back. “You’re mouth feels too good, Will—“

The shortened version of my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, ones that I immediately have to tamper down at the reminder that this is what it is.

One night.

A nickname means nothing.

“You’re ruining my fun.” I say with a pout, looking up at him.

“I am?” He grins as he looks down at me, his tongue rolling across the inside of his cheek as I nod. “Fuck, then around and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Eager to please, I maneuver around the mattress until I face away from him, letting my palms run across the soft sheets until they extend in front of me while Niall drops his hands to my ass.

“Willow, were you being honest when you said nothing was off the table for you?” Smooth palms work small circles across my skin.

Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch Niall’s gaze looking at where he wants to be buried, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I was being honest— Do your worst, Niall.”

Before I can finish my last breath, he raises his palm and brings it down across my skin making me cry out at the sting of pain.

“How’s that feel?” He asks, bending to press a kiss to the area. “ Feel good?”

“Yes, yes—“

Another sting across the opposite side, this one harder than the other as he squeezes my flesh in his hand. “Good, good girl.”

After a few more stinging strikes, I can feel my arousal as it drips between my thighs, the need for him so strong that I don’t know how to even possibly control it.

“Niall, I need more— Please, give me more.” I beg.

“Tell me now… Do you want me to get a condom?” Voice thick, his lips press to the middle of my bare back as he bends over me, letting his hands run over my breasts and toy with my nipples. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“No, no.” Shaking my head, I breathe out. “I get tested and I’m clean.”

“I am too.” Warm breath skates across my back. “I can show you the results.”

Rolling my lips together, I whimper. “Don’t make me wait— I need to feel you inside of me.”

Niall presses one last kiss to the center of my back before I feel the blunt head of his cock as he runs it through my center, coating himself in me.

If I thought he was going to say something— I was wrong.

Instead, he grips my hips in his hands and buries himself so deep inside of me that my cries seem to ricochet off the walls from feeling him filling me.

“So fucking perfect.” He says, pulling out to the very tip before slamming back into me and pulling my ass up to meet his thrusts. “My cock fits so well inside you. Can you feel how greedy this little cunt is, huh?”

“Oh— Oh my god—“ A moan slips from my lips as he punishes me for things I haven't even done, his grip no doubt leaving bruises of his fingertips behind. “Fuck, Niall. You’re so fucking deep.”

From behind me, I can hear the sound of his hips meeting my ass, each one more punishing and relentless than the last. Niall lets his hands slide from my hips to my ass, moving just right so that when I hear the spit leave his lips and land perfectly on his cock, I feel myself racing towards another climax.

“I can feel you squeezing me, are you going to give me another one of your pretty moans? Coat my cock?” Bringing his palm down against my skin, my knuckles turn white as I grip the sheets. “Who would have known you were this fucking filthy.”

“Right there, please don’t stop!” The cry from my lips leaves my mouth open as I choke around the moan that follows it. “I’m going to come again. Oh fuck, right there. Please.”

Niall buries himself with such power that my release lets go, barreling towards the finish line as my teeth bite down on the comforter as I push my face into the bed. “God, Willow— You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, holy fuck.”

He pulls out of me only to pull me to the edge of the bed and roll me over, sinking himself back inside of me, making my back arch off the bed while my hands reach for anything to hold onto.

“I could spend days buried inside of you and not get enough.” Meeting my gaze, Niall slows his thrust as he rolls his hips, grinding the base of his cock against my clit. “A night isn’t enough. Play with those pretty piercings for me, Will, please.”

Using both of my hands, I pinch and play with the sensitive peaks, giving the attention that I love and loving the way his eyes feel as they travel from my eyes all the way down my body to watch where he sinks inside of me.

“Harder, I need it harder—“ I say, biting my bottom lip.

Niall leans over the bed, his hand wrapping around the base of my throat, squeezing just enough to restrict my airway. “You want to be fucked like a slut? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Only able to nod, my voice catches in my throat as he picks up his pace and thrust into me so hard that my back slides up the sheets of the bed. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he hovers over me, those blue eyes flaring with unbridled lust. “How’s that?”

“So good.” I moan, my nails scratching down his chest and over the muscles of his stomach. “I feel, god. Your cock feels so good.”

“I’ve never been buried inside someone that feels like this.” He moans, tilting his head up to the ceiling. “Strangling my fucking cock. and trying to kill my for everything I have.”

Dragging his hands away from my neck, his hand splays wide across my chest as he pushes me into the mattress. “Come on baby, I can feel you ready to soak me again— Give it to me, let me have it.”

“No. I want—“

Niall groans as he brings his thumb to my mouth, pushing it in deep enough that I gag before he drops it to my clit, working circles around the nerve as I cry out his name so loud that if he had neighbors close enough they’d never have to wonder what his name is.

“Stop being difficult, fuck.” Thrusting into me, he drops his head to mine and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Come around me, now.”

Giving over the control of my body, Niall fucks me as I release around him again, coating his cock and soaking the sheets as he drops his head to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth.

“There you go, look how perfect you are when you listen.” Low and rough, his voice is like gravel. “Such a fucking good girl for me, Willow.”

I nod, feeling empty as he pulls out of me and grips my knees, pushing them apart to look down at my weeping cunt, the mess he created.

“Fuck.”

Dropping down, he wastes no time before taking my clit into his mouth, the suction so hard that it sends me spiraling into another orgasm and coating his tongue with my release, making me squirm on the sheets.

“Niall, I— I can’t, my god—“

“Get up, let me see you dripping for me.” Niall runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’m not done with you.”

“I—“

“Now.” His palm cracks across the side of my breast, making my breath ragged as he fists his cock, taking a step back from the bed and reaching for my ankle to drag me to the edge. “Stand up and bend over. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”

I scramble to stand up, my legs already feeling weak as he grips my hips and turns us to face the dresser along his wall, the oversized mirror hanging above it.

“You’re going to watch me fuck you in this mirror— Watch as I fill this cunt to the brink with me, do you understand me?” Wrapping my hair around his fist once, twice— he tugs on it when I don’t answer. “Fucking answer me, you slut.”

Nodding, I rest my elbows along the top of the dresser. “Give it to me, please.”

“There’s that nice girl I met at the bar.” He smiles at me. “You are so perfect, so beautiful.”

Slower than anything else we’ve done tonight, Niall pushes inside of me; it feels like every single ridge and vein touches the right spot inside of me, filling me up so full that it brings tears to my eyes.

“You gonna cry over this cock?” Pushing harder, Niall places his hands on the outside of my arms flat on top of the dresser, the heat between our bodies an inferno as his sweat slicked skin moves across mine. “Cry over how fucking good we fit— Cry over how well you’re taking me— Taking me so deep?”

Shaking my head, I find his eyes in the mirror. “I can’t—“

“You can.” Niall presses forward, my legs shaking as he reaches around to bring his fingers to my clit and working the sensitive nerve into tight circles. “You can take it, and you fucking will.”

“Niall—“

“You’re going to come all over me again and then l’m going to fill this perfect pussy so full that you’ll be dripping down your thighs for me.” For the first time, his voice falters as I feel his thrusts foster for just a second. “Then maybe I’ll be done with you.”

Pushing up onto the tips of my toes, the new angle causes me to cry out, my hands sliding along the wood and pushing a stack of shirts to the floor at the same time that Niall’s scream blends with mine as he empties himself so deep inside of me that it feels like I can’t breath.

Fucking me through both of our orgasms, I feel the tears as they stream down my cheeks at the same time I gasp for air to fill my lungs.

“Fuck, Willow— Fuck—“ Niall grips my hips as he slowly pulls out of me, his eyes trained between my legs. “Look at that.”

Dropping to his knees, I let my head fall onto my arm. “God.”

“I made such a mess of you.” Using his thumbs, he pulls me apart to watch as his release runs down the inside of my thighs. “I’ve never seen someone look so good coated in me, dripping my come.”

“Niall.” The words from my lips are hoarse as he stands up, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my spent body into his. “I’m so— so tired.”

“You did so good, baby.” Pressing a kiss to my temple, I let myself sink into his arms knowing that it’s a chance I won’t get again. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Carrying me to the bathroom, I don’t protest when he starts a bath and helps me climb inside, the warm water soothing me into a post sex state that I have never experienced before.

As he runs his hands over my body with a lavender body wash, I let my head rest against his chest from where he sits behind me, listening to him as he keeps telling me how good I was.

How good I am.

“You know, you could stay here.” Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, I close my eyes at his words. “Spend the night.”

Shaking my head, I turn to look at him. “This was a one night thing, we know that.”

“Exactly.” Pressing a lingering kiss to my lips, he runs the tip of his nose down the length of mine. “You staying the night is still just one night.”

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I find myself nodding.

Which is exactly how I find myself curled into his side after a change of the sheets, an oversized Harley Davidson shirt pushed up over my stomach as Niall’s warm palm keeps me pulled into him as his warm and steady breath tickles the hair at the back of my neck.

I let myself relish in his warmth for thirty more minutes before I slip out from the sheets, taking one last look at him before making it to the living room and pulling on my jeans before calling a taxi.

Slipping away from the best sex I ever had and leaving without a note is hard, but it has to be done.

Niall and I were meant for one night and nothing more.

However, when I climb into my own bed still wrapped in that white shirt, I find myself wishing for the first time in a king that there was a potential for more.

That we would be more.

That Niall would want to be more.

With me.

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i’m so excited about this story and putting it out here for everyone to read!!! the second part is coming soon and i hope you like this!

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Hi! I love your writing. I am a new Niall stan and am currently playing catch up and your blog has been great for that.

Anyway, I was hoping I could request Niall x reader kissing while watching fireworks? Thank you!

On A Night Like Tonight

(First of all: Allow me to welcome you to the fandom lovely!!! Second of all: Thank you so much for requesting!!! Third of all: THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND UNDERSTANDING!!! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: It’s your 3 year anniversary and Niall has big plans for the night.

“Niall! Where are you taking me?!”

He laughs and continues to slowly push me forward, his hands gripping my shoulders so guide due to the blindfold he insisted I wear.

“Relax, Petal! We’re almost there! Just hold on a little longer. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I groan and slow my footsteps, the only thing guiding me was the feeling of the grass on my feet. He walk for a few more yards and he finally stops.

“Okay Y/N. Are you ready?”

“Yes! Please! I want this thing off!”

He laughs and removes my blindfold, and I let out a gasp. In front of me lies a large blanket with a picnic basket, my favorite foods lying all over the blanket. I turn to Niall, tears threatening to spill.

“W-What’s this for..?”

He smiles and pecks my lips softly.

“Happy anniversary Petal…”

I smile and hug him tight, Niall wrapping his arms around my waist in return.

“You so over did it! You didn’t have to do all this!”

He laughs and shakes my head, saying nothing more as he drags me down the field and to the blanket he had set up. We sit down and he pours me a glass of champagne and hands it to me before pouring his own.

We start to eat and talk and after awhile, it grows dark and the stars become clear. We lay down and cuddle up, watching the stars in the sky when all of a sudden, there’s a loud boom of a firework. My whole body jumps and Niall laughs.

“What the actual-.”

“Calm down, Petal! It’s all good! Just keep watching.”

I roll my eyes and lay back down, now watching the fireworks, a small smile on my face. That is until I realize that the fireworks are spelling out something.

“Will.. You.. Marry.. Me… Niall- are you serious?!”

When I turn to him, he’s sitting up, a ring box in his hand. I sit up, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

“Marry me Y/N… I love you. I have for a long time and I’ll continue to love you. I don’t want another day without you. I want kids, I want everything. With you…”

I start to cry, no doubt ruining my mascara as I wrap my arms around him tightly.

“Yes you idiot! Of course I will!”

He laughs and hugs me tight. We pull away after a minute and he slips the cold ring on my finger before placing a soft kiss on my lips. He pulls away and we lay back down, the fireworks in the sky now flashing even brighter. We cuddle up and he holds me close, and I know, it won’t be the last.

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Imagine com Niall Horan

Good Boy?

n/a: Eu adoreeeeeeeeeei fazer esse imagine! Espero que gostem tanto quanto eu! <3 Para a linda que fez esse pedido (Não estou conseguindo marcar, mas vou responder a ask logo logo) me perdoa pela demora do seu pedido! Espero que goste mesmo assim!

Avisos: Palavrões, conteúdo sexual explicito, ingestão de bebida alcoólica, +18

Diálogos: Você está beijável pra cacete agora / Espera aí, você está com ciúmes? / É claro que estou com ciúmes! / Toque-se enquanto olha para mim / Eu nem te toquei ainda e você já está molhada desse jeito / Não goza, porra, porque se você gozar eu irei também e eu mal comecei com você / Esta noite quero que você assuma o controle

Masterlist Lista de diálogos

Engoli em seco a resposta atravessada que se formou em minha boca. Com os olhos grudados naquele que há apenas alguns minutos estava sussurrando palavras de carinho em meu ouvido e agora ria abertamente para uma garota que eu nunca havia visto. 

Parecia que eu sequer existia naquele lugar. Niall sorria para a garota enquanto ela enrolava uma mecha fina de cabelo entre os dedos, truque barato para chamar a atenção para os seus peitos. Como se o decote escandaloso não fosse o suficiente. 

Tomei um gole longo da minha cerveja, tentando controlar toda a vontade de acabar com aquela palhaçada. 

— Está tudo bem? — Uma voz soou em meu ouvido. Virei para Zayn, forçando um sorriso enquanto acenava que sim com a cabeça. — Tem certeza? Porque você está parecendo uma maluca encarando esses dois. — Estreitou os olhos e tentou esconder o sorriso debochado que se abria em seus lábios. 

— Está tão na cara assim? — Perguntei assustada, olhando para os lados para ver se mais alguém notara.

— Naaaaah. — Negou com a cabeça. — Eu que conheço você demais. — Dei um tapa em seu ombro, o que fez o moreno rir alto. — E então, o que aconteceu? 

— O que acha? — Voltei a erguer o copo, que foi interceptado no meio do caminho. Bebendo da minha cerveja, Zayn suspirou.

— Vocês dois estão há meses nessa. — Resmungou e eu apenas dei de ombros.

Zayn estava certo. Faziam meses desde que eu e Niall começamos a nos envolver em um tipo de amizade colorida depois de tantos anos que nos conhecíamos. Meu melhor amigo conhecia muito bem os meus sentimentos pelo irlandês, e foi o primeiro a me aconselhar a não me envolver demais, já que Niall não queria um relacionamento sério no momento. Eu sabia dos riscos que estava correndo, e agora, pagava por eles. 

Recuperando meu copo, forcei mais um sorriso antes de virar o restante do líquido. 

— Vamos nos divertir! — Declarei. 

— Qual a sua ideia? — Me encarou de lado, mostrando que realmente me conhecia bem demais. Olhei para os lados, procurando algo que pudesse me distrair.

— Beer Pong. — Apontei para onde algumas pessoas montavam o jogo.

— Você é péssima nisso.

— Melhor ainda, posso ficar bêbada sem dar na cara o motivo. — Cantarolei indo em direção e avisando que também queria jogar. 

Minha competência para beber nunca foi muito boa, depois de seis ou sete jogadas mal sucedidas já estava rindo alto como uma doida e sem muito equilíbrio. 

— Ei. — Zayn me chamou quando o líquido do que eu julgava ser a oitava cerveja escorreu pelo meu queixo. — Eu preciso ir, amanhã tenho que pegar a Khai cedo. Quer que eu te deixe em casa? 

— Eu quero ficar mais um pouco, estou me divertindo. — Fiz um beicinho, o que fez o meu amigo suspirar.

— S/A…

— Deixa, Z, cuidamos dela para você. — O garoto loiro do outro lado da mesa se meteu, piscando um olho pra mim em seguida.

— Viu? Ele cuida de mim. — Praticamente pulei de entusiasmo. — Você pode ir e amanhã dê um beijãããão na Khai por mim. — Zayn abriu a boca para refutar meu argumento, mas se calou quando o anfitrião da festa parou ao meu lado.

— Quem vai cuidar de quem? — Niall perguntou, alheio ao assunto.

— Ele ali. — Apontei para o loiro. — Vai cuidar de mim hoje. 

— Como é? — Franziu as sobrancelhas grossas.

— Acho melhor você voltar comigo. — Zayn disse novamente.

— Não. — Bati o pé e neguei com a cabeça. — Vou ficar e ponto final. 

Zayn resmungou alguma coisa e cumprimentou o resto da mesa com a cabeça antes de sair. 

— Mais uma rodada! — Falei.

— Não mesmo, chega de bebida para você. — Niall disse alto, tirando o copo vazio da minha mão e me puxando pelo pulso. 

— O que está fazendo? — Resmunguei tentando me soltar, sem sucesso algum. 

— Você perdeu a noção? Enchendo a cara com gente desconhecida? 

— Jason disse que vai cuidar de mim. — Debochei quando terminamos de subir as escadas e Niall finalmente me soltou.

— O nome dele é Mason. — Corrigiu sem paciência.

— Tem certeza? 

— S\N. 

— Tanto faz o nome dele. — Revirei os olhos. — O que importa é que ele vai cuidar de mim e você pode voltar para a sua festa e a sua garota. 

Niall abriu um sorriso incrédulo, segurando meu pulso com força e me arrastando até seu quarto. Ignorando os meus protestos ele prensou meu corpo contra a porta recém fechada, começando a distribuir beijos molhados pela pele do meu pescoço. 

— Niall. — Chamei baixinho.

— Você está beijável pra cacete agora. — Sussurrou contra a minha pele.

Ignorando cada uma das paredes que havia erguido nas últimas horas, deixei que sua boca tomasse a minha em um beijo longo. Niall apertou minha cintura com as mãos grandes e eu segurei em seus ombros. Respirei fundo, sentindo meu estômago revirar ao sentir um cheiro diferente misturado ao seu. Empurrei seu corpo para longe do meu. 

— O que foi? — Perguntou confuso.

— Você está com o cheiro dela. — Falei enojada. 

— De quem? 

— Eu não sei o nome da biscate que você estava pegando, Niall Horan, mas não vou ficar com você depois disso! — Falei furiosa, me sentindo ainda pior quando ele soltou uma gargalhada. 

— Espera aí, você está com ciúmes? — O tom de divertimento em sua voz demonstrava o quão ridícula estava sendo aquela cena. 

— É claro que eu estou com ciúmes! — Gritei. — Você estava agora mesmo com aquela garota e agora está aqui, tentando me agarrar! 

— Tentando agarrar você? 

— Quer saber? Eu vou embora. — Virei, abrindo a porta, mas Niall pressionou o corpo contra o meu, fechando-a novamente. 

— Você não vai a lugar nenhum. — Sussurrou em meu ouvido, arrepiando os cabelos da minha nuca e os pelinhos dos meus braços. Puxei o ar com força, tentando manter o auto controle. 

— Niall. — Tentei soar convincente, mas meus joelhos fraquejaram quando senti seus dedos afastarem meus cabelos para dar espaço para sua boca. Fazendo um caminho de beijos pelo meu ombro até a minha orelha, Niall segurou minha cintura e apertou o corpo contra o meu, mostrando o tamanho da ereção que se formava em sua calça. Tentei chamar seu nome novamente, o que soou como um gemido quando ele deixou uma lambida no ponto sensível atrás da minha orelha. 

— Você fica tão linda quando está com ciúmes. — Sussurrou rouco pela excitação. Senti uma de suas mãos descerem até a barra do vestido curto, se infiltrando entre o tecido até chegar á calcinha já arruinada. Niall riu pelo nariz, orgulhoso. — Eu nem te toquei ainda e você já está molhada desse jeito. — Provocou. Tombei a cabeça para a frente, derrotada, sentindo a ponta do indicador separar a carne molhada para tocar o clitóris inchado. 

— Niall. — Resmunguei, abrindo um pouco mais as pernas para facilitar o seu acesso.

Sem se importar com a minha necessidade, o moreno tirou as mãos de mim e então me puxou, me jogando sem jeito sobre a cama. 

A atmosfera do ambiente havia mudado totalmente. Qualquer resquício de raiva havia dado lugar à expectativa. Levando o dedo melado até a boca, Niall sorriu sacana. Meu vestido se acumulava na cintura, revelando a calcinha preta e minúscula que eu havia escolhido especialmente para ele. 

— Toque-se enquanto olha pra mim. — Ordenou, me obrigando a sorrir. Niall sabia muito bem que eu adorava quando ele era autoritário na cama. Levei os polegares até as alças finas, tirando a peça mínima e jogando em direção a ele, que pegou no ar. 

Me ajeitei na cama, apoiando os saltos escuros no colchão e abrindo bem as pernas para que ele tivesse a visão que desejava. Molhei o dedo médio e anelar com saliva, descendo vagarosamente. Gemi baixinho, rodeando o clitóris antes de penetrar com vontade. Sem piscar, Niall me olhava com atenção, abrindo o botão da calça social e deixando que caísse pelas pernas. Em passos lentos ele se aproximou, retirando os botões da camisa social de suas casas. 

Não conseguia mais conter os gemidos, o som molhado da fricção dos meus dedos parecia preencher o ambiente. Niall parecia estar adorando seu show particular, ajoelhando no chão em frente à cama e tirando minha mão de onde estava. 

Sorrindo sacana, ele levou meus dedos até minha própria boca, o que calou o gemido estrangulado que escapou quando sua língua passeou por mim. 

— Tão boa, porra. — Ele resmungou, deixando lambidas longas e me enlouquecendo ainda mais. Suas mãos apertavam a pele das minhas coxas enquanto a ponta de sua língua pincelava o meu ponto sensível com rapidez e maestria. 

Podia sentir o prazer percorrer cada mínima parte do meu corpo, correndo pelas minhas veias sem controle algum. 

Deixando um último beijo em meus lábios baixos, Niall subiu na cama. Não consegui deixar de sorrir ao ver seu queixo completamente úmido com os meus fluídos. 

Grudando a boca na minha em um beijo enlouquecedor, ele segurou minha bunda e trocou nossas posições, me colocando sentada em seu colo. 

— Esta noite eu quero que você assuma o controle. — Murmurou, investindo a ereção coberta pela cueca branca contra mim. 

Puxei meu vestido pela barra, sendo ajudada para me livrar do tecido que agora me incomodava. Virei o pescoço para ver onde havia jogado a peça de roupa, mas desisti ao sentir seus lábios castigando um dos meus seios, sugando o mamilo sensível com força. Niall passou os braços em volta da minha cintura, e gemeu contra a minha pele quando rebolei. 

Empurrei seus ombros para trás, obrigando-o a deitar na cama. Libertei a ereção monstruosa, sorrindo ao vê-lo morder o lábio inferior em expectativa. 

Apoiando as mãos em seu peito, melei seu pau com minha própria umidade, indo para a frente e para trás muito lentamente, gemendo baixinho quando a glande batia em meu clitóris.

— Não provoca. — Avisou, apertando os olhos com força quando fiz novamente. 

— Você não disse que me queria no comando? — Usei minha voz mais sexy, indo e vindo mais uma vez. Niall apertou uma das minhas coxas com a mão, fazendo pressão com os dedos e me encarando com as pupilas azuis dilatadas. 

— Senta no meu pau logo. — Mandou. Neguei com a cabeça, molhando os lábios com a língua. 

— Quem manda hoje sou seu, amor. — Sussurrei a palavrinha em português que ele não sabia o significado, mas enlouquecia quando escutava. 

Empinei o corpo para a frente, deixando um beijo longo em seus lábios enquanto levava a glande gorda até a minha entrada. Estava tão molhada que sua entrada foi fácil, deixando que fosse apenas até a metade, o tirei novamente. Niall praguejou contra a minha boca. Repeti a provocação mais uma vez, recebendo mais um palavrão, mas agora acompanhado de um tapa na bunda. 

— Isso é tortura. — Disse entre dentes. 

— Quer que eu pare então? — Fingi inocência. 

— Quero que sente de uma vez. — Levou a mão entre nós dois, esfregando a cabeça por toda a extensão da minha intimidade. — Eu sei que você quer. — Antes que eu pudesse dizer mais alguma coisa, Niall impulsionou contra mim, entrando todo de uma vez. 

Um gemido alto escapou de mim, e ele soltou mais um palavrão. Endireitei a postura, apoiando as mãos no peito malhado. Não conseguindo mais me segurar, comecei a subir e descer de forma rápida. 

Meus seios balançavam com os movimentos, os músculos da barriga de Niall endureciam à medida que ele se empurrava contra mim. O barulho dos nossos corpos se chocando ecoava pelo quarto inteiro, o cheiro de sexo nos inbriava ainda mais. 

Meu movimento se tornava mais desleixado à medida que minhas pernas cansavam e o orgasmo se aproximava.  O suor se acumulava em minha pele, grudando alguns fios de cabelo em meu rosto. 

— Não goza, porra! — Niall vociferou, impulsionando ainda mais rápido e forte. — Porque se você gozar eu também irei e mal comecei com você. 

— Se continuar assim… não consigo segurar. — Murmurei, jogando a cabeça para trás. 

Niall segurou os dois lados da minha cintura, jogando as minhas costas contra o colchão. Sem esperar eu me ajeitar, ele puxou minhas coxas em sua direção, metendo duro de uma vez.

Revirei os olhos com força, cada célula do meu corpo em completo desespero para gozar logo. Niall ergueu o tronco e posicionou minha bunda sobre suas coxas. Apoiando meu corpo com um dos braços ele entrava ainda mais fundo e em ritmo constante. 

Afundei as unhas em seus ombros ainda cobertos pela camisa aberta. A posição fazia seu ventre roçar contra o meu clitóris, me deixando ainda mais à mercê do orgasmo enlouquecedor. 

— Niall. — Praticamente ronronei, sentindo seus lábios se chocarem contra os meus em um beijo desajeitado. 

Sentia seu pau ficando ainda mais duro dentro de mim, e os movimentos se tornavam mais curtos e fundos, indicando que Niall também estava a ponto de gozar. Não consegui mais segurar, gemendo seu nome contra a sua boca e com a boceta convulsionando em volta de sua ereção. Sendo jogada para um orgasmo avassalador e longo. Apertando sua cintura com as pernas de forma involuntária, choramingando coisas desconexas. 

— Cacete. — Niall resmungou, metendo mais rápido. — Porra de boceta apertada. — Bufou, chocando a pélvis com força. 

Afrouxei o aperto das minhas coxas quando o topôr do orgasmo diminuiu, olhando a expressão de prazer do moreno. Niall franzia as sobrancelhas e mantinha a boca aberta. Suas bochechas e seu pescoço estavam vermelhos pelo esforço físico. Ele arremeter fundo uma última vez antes de se retirar por inteiro e derramar o líquido em jatos quentes sobre a minha barriga. 

Com a respiração completamente desregulada, jogou o corpo cansado ao meu lado, tentando se recuperar em respiradas fundas. 

— A próxima vez que você me provocar… — Disse ainda com alguma dificuldade. — Não vou ser tão bonzinho. — Sorriu de lado.

— Você foi bonzinho? — Provoquei apoiando a cabeça em uma das mãos para olhá-lo de frente. 

— Deixei você gozar, não deixei? — Devolveu.

— E por quê não deixaria? — Passei o indicador pelo seu peito suado, deixando um rastro pelos seus pelos. 

— Você não merecia. — Segurou minhas bochechas com uma mão, me obrigando a fazer um bico onde deixou um selinho estalado.

— Por que? — Perguntei ainda em seu aperto. 

— Você disse que o Mason cuidaria de você. — Disse em tom de desaprovação e me soltando.

— Ficou com ciúmes? — Provoquei com um sorriso no rosto.

— É óbvio, quem aquele idiota pensa que é dizendo que vai cuidar da minha mulher? 

— Sua mulher? 

— Achei que fosse óbvio. — Bufou.

— Pois não é. — Sentei, cruzando os braços. — Agora há pouco você estava com outra.

— Era você que eu estava fodendo gostoso, não era? — Sentou também, deixando um beijo em meu ombro nu. 

— E daí? — Murmurei, tentando esconder o sorriso. 

— Deixa de ser ciumenta, garota, eu só tenho olhos pra você. — Passou um braço em meus ombros, me puxando para deitar de novo. Fechei os olhos, aproveitando o topôr e o cansaço que o sexo proporcionava. — Namora comigo. — Disse baixinho. 

— O que você disse? — Ergui o rosto, encarando as íris azuis. 

— O que você ouviu.

— Repete. 

— Namora comigo, linda. — Não consegui conter a animação, grudando a sua boca em uma dezena de selinhos. — Isso é um sim? 

— É claro que é. 

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ANNOUNCEMENT

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I'll release chapter 1 and 2 of my Niall x OC fic Let Fall on Christmas Eve, because... Well why not

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It's a reverse grumpy x sunshine fic!

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The Beginning:

“He can have it all,” the sweat trickles down her neck in the small cramped up lawyer’s office. The blonde woman never thought that she would be here. In this situation, at least. She believed in the idea of marriage and the vows that went with it, knowing that the promise of forever was held down with hard work and good intentions. Putting your significant other’s needs and wants above your own.

What a joke it is now. 

She fans herself with a folded piece of paper that the balding man had given her to sign. She was doing everything to avoid crying. Her heart felt as it was ripping into a thousand pieces all over again. The frown lines were now a permanent resident on her face as she thought of her now newly ex-husband. He snuck into her mind at random and almost inconvenient times and the grief would come back in full tidal waves that kept her drowning. 

She had wanted to be strong for this meeting, figuring she had to face him. Because that is what her lawyer had told her to expect- for him to come in, looking as if this was nothing. She was merely a small blimp on his screen, but he never showed. Too busy with his- their business to come sign the divorce papers. She had worn the tight black dress she had recently bought with this moment in mind. It accentuated her curves, mainly her hips and chest. The two things of many other things he had once loved about her. She wanted a revenge dress of her own- she wanted him to question the entire unplanned arrangement he had concocted from the beginning. It would be a lie to say that she wasn’t disappointed in him not showing, but recently, she had become used to being disappointed. It was a constant thing in their remaining time of a marriage. She made herself brave and opening the door, she found herself facing her lawyer. Alone. So strong she became, if only for herself. “I don’t want it.”

“Mrs. Horan,” the lawyer pauses before carefully choosing his words, “Mr. Horan said that you could have anything you wanted. I believe his words were,” he clears his throat, focusing his eyes on the paper before him, and she takes notice of the age spots appearing on his skin. “The bitch can have whatever he wants. Well, not his words alone. The new...woman said that too.”

“Mr. Harper,” she leans across the table interrupting the sweating man at the mention of the other woman, hoping the small box fan in the window would relieve some of the heat. She knew in her heart that Niall would never call her a bitch; it had to have been her- the one who crept into their marriage like a thief in the night, “I really hate to repeat myself, but I do not want it.” She said the last part slowly, looking at the man who was the best lawyer that money could buy the east side of the Mississippi River in the eye, as if he too could not justify the woman’s response. 

“Penelope, as your lawyer, I must insist that you take everything that you think you could want. Not many clients are this cooperative in a divorce. I’ve seen some where the dog has visitation rights.” Penelope thinks about her choices. Weighs them actually. Everything she has done since Niall leaving her has been a calculated choice. Niall had already given her the house, left her her car, and now is still willing to split with her the multi-million dollar company that she helped start from the ground up. Was her happiness worth this much? Was the sanctity of her marriage worth Niall giving it away as if it never meant a thing? What would the repercussions be afterward? She pursed her lips, leaning back in her chair before she began to fan herself again. Now at 33, she is soon to be a widow, at least in her mind, because after this Niall was dead to her. “As your friend, I insist you take everything you can for his infidelity. We can motion for spousal support and-” 

“Fine. I’ll take half, and nothing more,” she swallows, hoping the guilt will eventually die. Her patience had become thin between Niall leaving almost their entire estate to her and the sweltering heat. Mr. Harper forms a tight line in his lips as he nods his head. The villain of her story gets to be the good guy, allowing her to take whatever she wants, and she turns into the thing that Niall accused her of being. “But do let him know that I insist on keeping the dog and my business.”

“Mrs. Horan,” the balding man half smiles. “It is my duty as your lawyer and as your friend to remind you that in the divorce papers, Mr. Horan and you are not allowed to tell anyone of the divorce. You cannot change your name and the accounts must still have both of your names on them to keep the business running. The shares that you take will still be in your name, but no one must know the true meaning behind the change in stocks. You can not tell any member of your family or friends of this legal matter. The two of you are to work out holidays and vacations on your own- if the two of you can speak.” The last jab of their failed marriage. She had tried to talk to Niall, begged even, but he still left her without so much as a sorry.

And then he pulled the shit right before they met the lawyers. As if a fancy dinner and empty words could piece the damage together well enough for some wordy excuse to be the reason why their marriage failed.

As if “I don’t know” is a justifiable reason to break up a fragile family. If they were a family to begin with. 

Because a family is made up of people who don’t carelessly throw their trust and love in the garbage when times get tough.

“I know.” She looks out the window as her thumbs grazes the silver rings on her left hand, her mind finally at peace. She can’t part with the physical representation of their marriage, not yet at least. In some ways, even though she had seen the divorce coming, slowly, she was still grieving the life that once was and the life that could have been, tethered in the in between and the unknown.

She leans forward, unfolding the paper she used to fan herself, placing it on the dark wood desk. Her hand hesitates, only for a moment, before she signs her name on the dotted line. “His shallowness knows no end.”

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"Should've Picked Me."

Summary: Niall wants a girl on his team for The Voice, but she ends up picking a different coach. She somehow ends up in his dressing room later and apologizes for not picking him. It's cute, but then Niall goes into cocky mode, and he starts talking about what she's missing. He takes off his button up, revealing his tank top. He seduces her, demands she gets on her knees, and he makes her choke and gag, and he makes her admit he's the best and she should've picked him. Lots of arrogance please!

Requested: yes!!!

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): M receiving oral, choking/gagging, dirty talk

You were speechless. All four judges had turned their chairs for you, pretty much arguing with each other over who wanted you the most. You had always had a passion for singing and growing up were constantly told by people around you how talented you were. It was your dream to be a singer but you never thought it would actually work out for you. After much encouragement, your parents finally convinced you to try out for The Voice and so far, it is paying off. You knew you could sing, but all four celebrity judges (who were also all professional, successful singers with amazing voices) were telling you how incredible you were. You couldn't believe it. Your dream was finally coming true.

After all the judges did their speeches, praised you, and begged you to be on their team, you were torn on who to choose. Kelly was one of the celebrities that you adored and always looked up to growing up so little Y/N would die to be on her team. Chance had such a beautiful singing voice that wasn't always portrayed in his songs so being on his team meant being able to hear more of his voice. Blake had that country-ness that you secretly adored, plus he was so funny so you knew you would have so much fun on his team. But Niall, oh you had the biggest crush on that boy. He was so fine. That chocolatey, brunette hair always perfectly styled, the jewelry adorning his earlobes, neck, and fingers, those gorgeous, blue eyes you could get lost in, the facial hair lining his jaw, the chest hair peaking out from under his unbuttoned shirt, his thick Irish accent, his personality, humor, just everything about him made you melt.

"This is such a hard choice," you groaned softly, "but Kelly, you were one of my biggest inspirations growing up so I think I'm gonna have t' go with Team Kelly."

Kelly erupted into cheers, coming up and hugging you so tightly. The 3 boys groaned and grumbled, upset that you didn't choose to be on their team.

"Yer gonna regret that," Niall tsked with his arms crossed.

You blushed and his eye contact with you sent chills up your spine. You brushed it off, trying not to get yourself too worked up over him, knowing nothing would ever come from it.

After all the auditions were over, you and the other contestants were gathered to discuss what the next steps going forward were in regard to the competition. From this point on, your mind was fuzzy. You didn't know if it was the adrenaline, pure shock, or excitement, but you couldn't even remember when or how you got to where you are now. You and Niall were alone in his dressing room.

The door was closed behind him and butterflies were swarming in your stomach as he spoke, "'m mad atcha."

"Why?" you pouted, even though you knew the answer.

"Ya didn't pick me."

"Niall," you whined teasingly, "I had to pick Kelly!"

"Ya did not," he giggled, "I feel so betrayed!"

"Why do you like me so much?" you asked, genuinely curious why he was so eager for you to be on his team.

"Dunno," he shrugged, stepping closer and cupping your face, "just somethin' about ya. Yer confident, gotta beautiful voice, beautiful eyes, beautiful face, beautiful lips."

His voice had gotten much deeper and his accent had begun to get thicker. You could feel the sexual tension filling the air very rapidly and you couldn't help the squeeze of your thighs once you felt your panties start to dampen at his words.

"I wanted ya," he added, "I wanted a pretty girl with a voice of an angel like you on me team."

You couldn't help but blush at his words.

"Yer gonna miss out though," he smirked, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Would've got a lot if ya were on me team."

"I'm sorry," you hummed seductively, "Do you forgive me?"

"Might be able to," he replied, beginning to walk away from you.

"Might?"

"Mhm," he nodded.

His fingers started fumbling with the buttons on his button-up shirt, slowly unbuttoning the buttons and watching as you watched him in awe. He slid his jacket off of his arms and tossed it onto the couch. His muscled arms were revealed to you and the tank top adorning his chest made your mouth water. You noticed the gold necklace still wrapped around his neck and you couldn't help but imagine the sight of it dangling over your face while he fucked in and out of you.

"What can I do t' get you t' forgive me?"

"I can think of a couple things," he hummed, walking towards you again.

"Like what?" you grinned.

He didn't answer you, silence taking over the room as you both stared at each other, curious about who was going to make the first move. The sexual tension in the air was so high you thought you might suffocate. He was so sexy. His blue eyes were clouded over with lust and you noticed his gaze trailing down to your lips.

"'m gonna be honest, it's takin' everythin' in me not t' kiss you right now."

"Then why don't you?" you smirked.

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned to himself.

His lips crashed onto yours, tongue slipping into your mouth and asserting his dominance. He quickly backed you up against the wall, lips moving in sync with yours. His hands gripped your hips tightly, squeezing them as he pushed himself into you. His bulge caressed you exactly where you were already throbbing for him. The slight friction of his hips grinding into you sent relief to wash across your body, but also made you want more at the same time.

It wasn't long before his hands started to wander your body. He grabbed onto the hem of your top and pulled it up over your head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. He pulled the right side of your bra down, revealing your nipple to the cool air. He cupped your breast and squeezed roughly while his lips landed on your neck, leaving marks everywhere they could reach.

His hands trailed down again and slipped past the elastic band on your skirt. He pushed it down your legs and allowed it to pool at your feet before you heeled off your boots and kicked your skirt and shoes in the direction where your shirt landed. Your matching red bra and panty set were now exposed to him. You were thanking your past self for putting on a pair that made you feel sexy rather than an old, ratty pair.

He bit his lip as he lusted over your body, his hands snaking behind your back and undoing your bra. He slipped it off your arms and tossed it to the side. Your nipples pebbled at the temperature change and you suddenly felt very vulnerable, but you weren't complaining.

"Fuck, yer sexy," he growled.

His lips immediately found their way to your left nipple, slipping it past his pink lips and beginning to lick, bite, suck, and nip at the sensitive skin. You moaned out his name, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure making you feel like you could cum on the spot. Your painted fingernails began tugging his brunette locks, messing up his perfectly styled hair, but he didn't seem to mind.

After giving your right nipple the same amount of attention, he pulled away and demanded, "Get on yer knees."

You immediately got down on your knees in front of him, his bulge now face-to-face with you. While unbuckling his black belt and pushing his pants and underwear down his legs, he grumbled, "Really gonna fuckin' regret not pickin' me after I'm done wit' ya."

He was huge. He definitely was the biggest you've ever seen. He was so thick and his tip peaked out from under his foreskin, bright red and oozing precum. Your mouth watered as you admired him before you were broken out of your trance by his accent, "Be a good girl and wrap those pretty lips 'round me."

You instantly obeyed and wrapped your hand around his length, immediately taking him in. You wasted no time, bobbing your head back and forth against him, looking up at him innocently through your mascara-coated eyelashes.

He let out of groan, throwing his head back, "Oh fuck."

He grabbed your long, curled hair between his hands and gathered it into a ponytail, lifting it up out of your face. You continued bobbing your head against him, sucking gently at his throbbing tip each time you came up, palms pumping what your mouth wasn't currently focused on.

His hands soon let your hair fall down to your back again, moving to press them against each side of your face to hold you still, "Stop movin'. 'm gonna fuck yer mouth and den you'll really be wishin' ya said me name up dere."

"Mmm, punish me," you smirked.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed out.

He immediately began thrusting his hips, his member moving in and out of your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat with each entrance and you began to gag on him. Your eyes watered and moans fell from both yours and Niall's lips.

Filthy words left his mouth as he felt his orgasm begin to rise, "Look at cha. Look so fuckin' sexy like dis; gaggin' on me cock, lettin' me use ya like the good girl ya are. I know ya love dis. Such a dirty girl. I bet yer fuckin' soaked right now all 'cause of me."

He wasn't wrong, you were dripping for him. Even though your vision was blurry, you could see the way his jaw was slack, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you. Sweat began to seep through his tank top and you couldn't remember the last time a man turned you on as much as Niall was right now.

Your hands wrapped around his thighs to keep you grounded, nails digging into his skin, for sure leaving marks for him to notice tomorrow morning. The curls lining his pelvis tickled your nose when you took him in full and your throat tightened each time you gagged around him, sending him into a moaning mess. His member was coated with your slick saliva, making it that much easier for him to move in and out of your mouth.

"So hot seein' ya like that. 'm fuckin' dat pretty voice outta ya. Won't ever be able t' say anyone's name but mine after 'm done withcha."

Your eyes continued to water every time you gagged on him, tears rolling down your cheeks and your mascara beginning to crease under your eyes. You were throbbing for him, needing some sort of relief. You were sat on your knees so you adjusted yourself slightly so the heel of your foot was placed right against your clothed center. You subtly ground your hips against your heel, the pressure on your throbbing clit being just enough for tension to be lifted.

It wasn't much longer until you felt him begin to twitch in your mouth before he pulled out abruptly, painfully groaning, "Fuck, okay, 'm gonna cum. Needa be in ya."

You stood back up and immediately pressed your lips against his, letting him taste himself on your tongue. You whimpered desperately against him, gripping him tightly, "I need you so bad. I want you t' fuck me so hard."

"Ya know I fuckin' will. 'm gonna fuck ya so hard ya won't be able t' walk tomorrow mornin'," he growled.

You moaned at his words, your lips moving sloppily against his. He pressed you up against the wall again, grabbing your hands that were tugging his hair and pinning them above your head. He held both of your wrists in one hand, the other hand sliding down your body. His fingers dipped into your panties and slipped through your folds, feeling how wet he made you.

"Yer drenched, babe. Drippin' down me fingers."

The pet name he called you sent tingles down your spine and you let out a desperate whimper. You would've been embarrassed at how helpless you sounded but you were so turned on nothing else in the world mattered but him. With his one free hand, he pushed your panties down your smooth legs, letting them pool at your feet before you kicked them off, "Who made ya dis wet, huh?"

"You did," you hummed softly, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation for what's to come next.

"What was dat?" he egged on, fingers sliding up and down your slit to spread your wetness.

"You, Niall!" you moaned, "Fuck, you did."

"Damn right I did," he smirked smugly.

He easily slipped two fingers into your entrance, thrusting them in and out of you. You let out a pornographic moan at the relief, head falling back against the wall and hips bucking up into his hand. He curled his fingers up and wriggled them around, feeling every inch of you. He found that special spot inside of you, just under where your clit is located and your back arched in response. He rubbed over that spot over and over again and you knew it wouldn't be long until you were screaming his name.

His lips attacked your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking at that skin, being sure to leave marks. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, his pace quickening with each thrust and you couldn't stop the moans leaving your lips. The sound of your wetness filled the room along with Niall's raspy voice against the skin of your neck, "Gotta getcha nice and ready fer me, huh? 'm gonna stretch ya out real good in just a minute. Best fuck you'll ever have, I can guarantee dat."

His fingers continued to move in and out of you and the knot in your stomach tightened and tightened. He could feel your walls clench around him and your wrists straining against his hands still pinning you against the wall.

"'m gonna cum, oh my god, 'm so close," you whimpered.

Not even a full second later, you felt empty, your high instantly fading. He had slipped his fingers out of you and let go of your wrists. Before you even had time to complain, he ordered, "Go t' the couch and get on yer hands and knees."

You immediately obeyed, getting comfortable on the couch, and waiting impatiently for him. He slipped off his shoes, stepped out of the pool of his pants around his ankles, and pulled off his tank top so you both were now completely naked and exposed to one another.

"Do we need a condom?" he asked.

"No, I have an IUD," you replied.

"Fuckin' perfect," he groaned.

Getting on his knees behind you, he lined himself up with your entrance. You let out a whimper as he slid in, filling you up completely. He was huge. It took you a minute to adjust to him but once you did, you were in pure bliss. He wasted no time and began moving in and out of you at a fast pace, his hips smacking against yours and echoing throughout the room.

"Fuck, yer fuckin' tight," he grunted, fingertips digging into the skin of your hips as he watched himself move in and out of you, his member glistening with your arousal, "Haven't ever been properly fucked before, have ya?"

"Ni-Niall," you moaned, your breath hitching in your throat as you clenched around him, feeling every inch of him against your walls.

"Dat's right, say my name. Fuckin' regretting not sayin' it up on stage now aren't ya?"

You moaned out his name louder this time, feeling your orgasm begin to rise again. The sound of your wetness and his hips slapping against yours reverberated off the dressing room walls. He felt so good inside of you. You were dreaming of this the second you saw him turn his chair around for you in that sexy outfit and smug look on his face.

With each thrust of his hips, his swollen tip hit your spot perfectly, sending pleasure throughout your body. You clenched around him, feeling every ridge and vein on his member against your slick walls. You were supporting yourself on your elbows, your ass in the air for him. He had the perfect view of you. The arch of your back and the thickness of your ass were all he had in his mind at the moment. That and the fact that this sexy girl didn't choose to be on his team.

"Ya regrettin' not pickin' me now?"

"Oh god, Niall, yes," you moaned.

"Bet ya are."

His tip continued to reach that special spot inside of you, going so deep with every thrust of his hips. You were in pure bliss right now. A man has never made you feel this good in your entire life. You had expected Niall to be good in bed, but you never expected it to be this good. Your body was on fire, he made you feel so good, you couldn't help the moans that left your lips. You didn't care who was listening on the other side of the door, all you were capable of doing was screaming his name.

He leaned down slightly, his back pressed against yours as his right arm slid around your waist and held you against him. His thrusts became shorter at the new position, his tip now slightly rubbing that special spot inside of you.

"None of those other judges can make ya feel as good as I'm makin' ya feel right now, huh?" he hummed into your ear.

"Mm mm," you whimpered, "You feel so good. You're so deep."

"Can ya feel me in yer stomach?"

"Oh fuck, y-yes, yes," you breathed out, struggling to let the words leave your lips as your breath hitched in your throat.

His lips began attacking your neck, nipping and sucking anywhere they could reach. You let out a pathetic moan when he kissed just below your ear; that was your sweet spot. He began sucking and nipping extra at that spot, causing chills to run down your spine. His lips were wet and slightly cold against your burning skin. You could feel his warm breath fanning across your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

As he sat up again, he slipped out of you. Grabbing onto your hips, he comfortably repositioned himself before lining his tip up with your dripping entrance and immediately pounding back into you. His pace was fast and hard, desperately chasing both of your highs. Your orgasm was just around the corner. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were releasing all over him, screaming his name for the entire arena to hear.

"Should've picked me, huh?" he hummed, lifting his hand from your hip and landing it across the curve of your ass in a solid spank.

"Mhm," you whimpered.

"Say it."

"Fuck, Niall, yes! I should've picked you. You're the b-best judge up there and it was st-stupid for me to not pick you. Fuck, you feel so good." You struggled to get your words out, the pleasure being too much for you and your breath hitching in your throat once again.

"'bout t' make ya cum, aren't I?"

"Yes, oh my god, please don't stop, 'm so close," you whimpered, desperate for a release.

"Tell me how good I am and I'll let ya cum," he grunted.

"So good, Niall. No one else has ever made me feel this good. You're so fuckin' big, fill me up perfectly. I never want you t' stop. Fuck, it feels s-so good." Moans, whimpers, and praises continued to spill from your lips. His thrusts got quicker and harder with each compliment that left your mouth and you knew it would only be seconds before you were releasing on him.

You reached down underneath your body and pressed your fingers to your clit, rubbing it side to side sloppily to bring you to the edge. Your moans got louder and more pornographic as the knot in your stomach unraveled and your orgasm took over your entire body in waves of pleasure. Your face was buried into the cushions, muffling the sounds you were creating. You could see stars behind your eyelids and your toes curled against his calves in pleasure.

Your high slowly began dropping and you could feel him twitch inside of you before filling you up completely with his warm release. A new wave of pleasure washed through your body and you shivered in response. Sexy groans fell from his lips as he carried himself through his orgasm, soon both of you coming down from the high with heavy breaths.

You both collapsed on the couch, his chest resting against your back before you whined, his body weight being too much. He slid in behind you, spooning you as you both dwelled in the aftermaths of your orgasms.

It wasn't long before you spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence, "That was the best sex I've ever had."

"Well duh," he replied.

He got up from the couch, walked towards the rack that held all his clothes, and began to get dressed in a fresh outfit; a lot more casual than the one he wore on stage.

There was a cute grin on his pink lips while he spoke his next words, making you roll your eyes teasingly, "Should've picked me."

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[niallsgoldhoop]

hi!!!!

i figured i would put everything in one place in case anyone felt like looking for something to read!

if you are looking for my full stories they can all be found on my wattpad!

niall stories:

- august (brothers best friend, age gap) - periphery (famous niall, workplace romance) - still (friends to lovers, only one bed)

harry stories:

- clandestine (best friends brother, forbidden romance) - arrogant (enemies to lovers, accidental pregnancy) - misconduct (hockey harry, friends to strangers)

as for short stories/one shots i’ve got them linked below and i’ll do my best to keep it updated!

niall writing:

- sweet spot - despise - peachy - small talk

harry writing:

- office space - channing

as i keep writing i’ll keep adding to this, but for now— happy reading!! ily always

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(They Long To Be) Close To You

(Harry Styles x reader)

(No mention of pandemic.This starts as Harry writes Harry's house)Y/N lived a simple life. She worked and she loved what she did. She loved her family and she was happy. She didn't think she needed anything else. But one day, on a flight to a new adventure, she meets the one person she never expected to meet.

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Basic warnings: mention of verbal abuse, insecurities, age gap(9 years), smut, mature language.

She threw her life into her work. The next role, the next script. No time for love. The life as a director and voice actor was fulfilling, as she wasn't alone, and she was always busy. She had her friends and her roommates. She worked with so many people. And yet, she couldn't feel more alone. But on an odd night, visiting some family overseas, she meets a man.

Ch. 1 Fire Away

Ch.2 Arms Of A Stranger

Ch. 3 You And Me

Ch. 4 Bend The Rules(Contains Smut)

Ch. 5 Heaven (Contains Smut)

Ch. 6 WIP

Birthday special- God Only Knows

Harry Styles

Don’t Let The Flame Die (Part One)

-9-1-1 Fox crossover

Little One(Mikaelson! Reader)

-Yours, To Eternity

Just For You

The Arrangement pt.1? (Harry Styles x Bridgerton)

I’m Here, Right Here Pt.1

-Wishing I Could Be There For You Pt. 2

Through the Dark(The Last of Us AU)- 1

You & I

Something Great

I Want Forever

Everything About You

Fake Happy(1)

Summer Love (Contains Smut)

Sky High- {1}

Lover

Hope We Grow Up But We Never Grow Old(BIRTHDAY BLURB)

Requests

What Did I Miss?(Niall Horan x Reader)

Welcome To The Show(Niall Horan x reader)

Meltdown(Niall Horan x Reader)

Save My Life(Niall Horan x Reader)

I Don’t Like This Game! (Harry Styles x reader)

On A Night Like Tonight (Niall Horan x Reader)

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(OOC) Hello Lovers!

I decided to bring this rp blog page back. I’ve missed doing it and miss the boys even more. I’m looking for a Liam to make a joint blog with. So if you’re up to rp Liam and get some Niam in your life shoot me a message! (I’d also be open to starting a Larry rp blog too, I’d prefer to play Lou but would be okay with Harry too)

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Imagine com Niall Horan

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N/a: Demorou mas chegouuuuuuu! Me perdoem pela demora! Estava na casa dos meus sogros e não queria editar um imagine hot no computador deles kkkkkkkkk espero que gostem!

Inspirado nesse vídeo aqui.

Diálogos: Eu não gosto que me digam o que fazer a menos que esteja nu. / É difícil dizer não para você quando... Porra, quando você faz isso tão bem.

Avisos: contém palavras de baixo calão, sexo explícito, provocação, +18

Digitei de forma apressada uma mensagem para assessora de Niall, observando o meu namorado pela tela da televisão da sala. Vi quando recebeu um bilhete e fez menção de obedecer ao meu pedido.

— Não! — Ele disse alto. — Alguém me mandou abotoar a camisa. — Falou causando risada nos hosts do podcast.

— Acho que você deveria abrir mais um. — A mulher que eu não lembrava o nome pronunciou, me deixando ainda mais brava.

— Você deveria se curvar, assim aparece mais. — Alguém disse e ele o fez, causando ainda mais algazarra no estúdio.

— Quem pediu para abotoar? — O moreno perguntou. A câmera vira, mostrando a equipe por trás.

— Foi a S/N. — Chelsea murmurou.

— Quem é S/N? — A apresentadora perguntou.

— A minha namorada. — Niall disse dando uma risada. Um coro de piadas se estendeu por alguns minutos antes deles voltarem ao assunto anterior.

Saí do meu banho me sentindo completamente relaxada. Vesti uma camisola de tecido confortável e estava terminando de passar hidratante nos braços quando a porta do quarto se abriu. Niall me abraçou por trás, afundando o nariz no meu pescoço.

— Cheirosa. — Elogiou baixinho. Me virei para dar um beijo em seus lábios, até ver a camisa com os botões ainda abertos, me lembrando da raiva de algumas horas atrás.

Nunca fui o tipo ciumenta, e no fundo me sentia ridícula pelo sentimento. Mas, porra, precisava mesmo aparecer em rede internacional com mais da metade do peito á mostra?

— Sai. — Resmunguei empurrando seus ombros, mas Niall não me soltou. Ele afundou os dedos no tecido da camisola, me puxando para ainda mais perto.

— Eu não gosto que me digam o que fazer a menos que esteja nu. — Provocou, a boca tão próxima à minha que nossos lábios se esbarravam enquanto ele falava.

— Ah é? — Resmunguei. — E eu não gosto de exibicionistas. — Me afastei, indo para o outro lado do quarto. Já não estava mais com raiva, mas aquele jogo era divertido e eu não queria que acabasse tão cedo.

— Nem quando a exibição é para você?

— Não era pra mim. — Cruzei os braços. Niall respirou fundo, os orbes azuis cravados em mim.

— Não consigo pensar direito quando você está tão gostosa. — Murmurou manhoso, se aproximando.

— Desculpa, querido, não estou a fim hoje. — Menti descaradamente. Niall me olhou com os olhos estreitos, um sorrisinho sacana dançando em seus lábios.

— Não está mesmo? — Provocou me puxando, grudando meu corpo ao seu. — Por que eu acho que se colocar a mão na sua calcinha, ela vai estar molhada. — O tom mais do que malicioso eriçou meus pelos. Aproximei a boca de sua orelha, pressionando os seios contra seu peito.

— Que calcinha? — Sussurrei, sorrindo ao ver o arrepio em sua pele. Passando um braço em minha cintura para me manter no lugar, Niall levou a mão livre até o meios das minhas pernas, confirmando o que eu acabara de falar.

— Safada. — Mordeu meu lábio inferior com força, me puxando por ele para um beijo pegando fogo. Abri os dois botões que faltavam e empurrei o tecido da camisa para o chão.

Niall apertou minha bunda por baixo da camisola, me fazendo gemer contra a sua boca. Estava molhada, excitada e ansiosa por ele. Empurrei meu namorado com força, fazendo-o cair sentado na cama. Me coloquei de joelhos à sua frente, dando o meu melhor sorriso malicioso ao levar as mãos até o botão da calça social.

Meu namorado se mostrou tão ansioso quanto eu, se livrando das peças que o cobriam com maestria. A cabeça rosada do pau implorando por uma lambida. Deixei um rastro molhado com a língua por toda sua extensão, arrancando um gemido sofrido de sua boca. Suguei lentamente, do jeito que eu sabia que o torturava, recebendo uma série de palavrões em resposta.

Saboreei o gosto masculino, chupando o mais lento que podia, levando-o fundo apenas para tirar de novo.

— Você vai me matar assim. — Niall já estava ofegante, me deixando ainda mais molhada.

Afastei a boca do pau delicioso, lubrificando meus próprios dedos com saliva antes de levar até a boceta necessitada. Gemi baixinho, acariciando meu clitóris em círculos antes de cair de boca novamente, agora em um ritmo muito mais necessitado.

— Caralho. — Murmurou, jogando a cabeça para trás por um segundo, mas voltando a me olhar. — Meu pau na sua boca é uma obra de arte, amor.

Eu amava como Niall podia ser obsceno na hora do sexo, o que contrastava totalmente com o homem respeitoso e amoroso que ele vendia para suas fãs. Engasguei quando o senti bater na garganta, mas não desisti, indo fundo mais uma vez. Palavrões misturados com gemidos escapavam da boca que me provocou mais cedo.

O senti ficar mais duro, sua pélvis mexia sozinha. Niall estava a ponto de gozar. Me ergui, ouvindo seus resmungos. Limpei a lubrificação que havia escapado, sugando os dedos em seguida. Era viciada nesse gosto.

Sem deixar que ele tomasse as rédeas, ajoelhei na cama. Uma perna de cada lado de suas coxas, esfregando a minha boceta totalmente molhada em seu pau.

Senti seus dedos afundarem na minha bunda e sua boca deixar um chupão no meu pescoço. Queria provocá-lo mais, mas meu autocontrole já havia fugido de mim há tempos.

Levei uma das mãos entre nossos corpos, posicionando seu pau na minha entrada. Afundei tudo de uma só vez, gritando com a invasão deliciosa.

Apoiei as duas mãos em seus ombros para ter uma mobilidade maior. Subindo e descendo ao meu bel prazer. O suor escorria em minhas costas, mas minhas coxas ardiam, mas eu não iria parar. Não até fazê-lo perder o controle.

— Porra linda, sua boceta me toma tão bem. — Desferiu um tapa ardido na minha bunda, me fazendo gemer ainda mais. Niall se empurrava contra mim, o barulho molhado do nosso sexo era a trilha sonora perfeita.

Os gemidos sofridos e as estocadas fora de ritmo me avisaram que Niall estava a ponto de gozar novamente. Diminui meu ritmo drasticamente. Ondulando o quadril devagar.

— Vai continuar se exibindo por aí? — Provoquei, levando-o para dentro. — Responde, amor. — Sobe. Desce. Sobe. Desce. — Se você não responder, vou parar. — Ameacei.

— É difícil dizer não para você quando... Porra, quando você faz isso tão bem. — Sussurrou as palavras com dificuldade, levando uma das mãos até minha nuca, me puxando para um beijo necessitado.

Voltei ao ritmo inicial, ouvindo o som da minha bunda batendo contra suas coxas. Niall gemia contra a minha boca, erguendo o quadril me fazendo senti-lo ainda mais fundo.

— Porra, assim mesmo, amor. — Ele quase gritou, fechando os olhos com força.

Não sei de onde a força vinha, me sentia exausta, mas precisava continuar, estava tão perto.

Sobe.

Desce.

Sobe.

Dece.

Mais um tapa ardido. Mordidas fortes em meu lábio inferior e gemidos que me faziam escorrer ao redor do cacete enterrado até o talo em mim.

Niall levou os dedos ágeis de guitarrista ao meu clitóris, me acariciando do jeito que ele sabe que me faz explodir. É o meu fim.

Um gemido alto escapa, sinto minhas paredes apertando-o forte quando apoio a cabeça em seu ombro, derrotada pelo orgasmo alucinante. Ele se empurra mais uma, duas, três vezes. E então me enche, gozando tão forte que eu sinto escorrer para fora.

— Caralho. — Ele diz com dificuldade.

— Lembre muito bem disso aqui, se eu ver você se exibindo, vai ficar um mês sem. — Avisei, deixando um beijo leve em seus lábios.

— Você é má. — Reclamou.

— E você adora. — Saliento o óbvio, fazendo-o rir.

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Let Fall

New Angel - Chapter 2

Read it on AO3 or Wattpad!

Won't be posting any of the NSFW chapters on my blog sorry!

A/N: This is just gratuitous smut. It does nothing to move the story forward, you can skip to the next chapter if you don’t like smut! Also, there’s no plot whatsoever but in the future, if you ever want a summary of any chapter feel completely free to message me!

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