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Summary: Getting hired as tour photographer for Niall is a dream come true. But when he realizes the effect he has on you and invites you up to his hotel room he fulfills dreams you didnāt even know you had.
Youāll never forget the moment your interest in photography began. It was a rainy spring day when you were in middle school, and your mom decided it was the perfect time for a deep clean of the basement.
Then youād come across a box filled with these little squares.
āMom, what are these?ā Youād asked.
āThose are slides,ā she replied.
āSlides?ā
āPictures.ā
āHow? Theyāre so tiny.ā
āTheyāre your fatherās. You should ask him about it, Iām sure heāll be happy to explain how it works.ā
And he was. From that day on he taught you everything he knew about cameras and photography. When you were in high school and showed clear interest that youād like to do this professionally, heād signed you up for classes to continue learning more.
Photography was how you and your dad bonded.
For you and your mom, concerts were a bonding experience. The two of you would go to a couple shows together each year.
And now, as a young adult, youāve finally found a way to blend those two passions together.
Youāre not exactly sure when the dream of being a concert photographer began. You figure youād probably seen the professionals taking pictures at the shows you attended and kept that info in the back of your mind.
In high school youād joined yearbook, photographing every event you could throughout each year. In college youād joined the school paper, taking pictures of all the performances and sporting events you could attend. Iād always brought you joy to see your work in print.
You landed an internship your senior year, and while a lot of what you did was family portraits and posed team pictures, you occasionally got to work on more fun things. Including local concerts.
There were two venues that often hired photographers from your company. Normally the senior members on staff would be the ones to go, but one night you got lucky and were the only one available. It was a lot of trust they put into an intern, but your boss said you had proven yourself.
And so you got to officially photograph your first concert. Apparently you did such a good job that you started getting sent out to more and more shows. Small bands even asked for you specifically when they were in the area.
Slowly but surely you worked your way up, getting promotions and making connections with people in the industry.
Which is how you manage to land your true dream job.
One of the many concerts you had gone to with your mom growing up was One Direction. It was amazing, and magical, and life changing.
So now getting hired as an official photographer for Niall Horanās next tour is also an amazing, and magical, and life changing opportunity.
Of course working for someone youāve admired and been a fan of for half your life is pretty intimidating, but from the very first day heās never been anything but kind to you.
Truly heās such a warm and welcoming person, professional while never shying away from having some fun with his crew.
The problem with that? You immediately develop an intense and completely inappropriate crush on your boss. And he notices it right away.
You canāt help the way you act around him. You're often flustered, blushing and fumbling over your words. This typically happens when heās reviewing the pictures youāve taken of the show. Heās so supportive, so complimentary of your work.
āThatās amazing,ā he often says. āWoah I love that one!ā Heāll add pointing to a shot youāre particularly proud of.
Without fail, your face grows warm, you canāt hide your bashful smile, and Niall clearly picks up on your reaction to his praises. He always watches you closely, taking you in, just observing you. Thereās a look in his eyes you canāt quite place, but it makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, the interest you have in him is reciprocated.
Especially because when youāre not shy and fumbling your words, you manage to be confident, conversing with him normally, sometimes even flirting a bit. And Niall flirts right back.
You expect that to be the end of it. Just some harmless flirting, bantering back and forth. You never thought anything more would happen.
Until one night. One night when Niall asks you to come to his hotel room after the show.
He says itās to go over some of the shots youāve taken and discuss specific angles he wants in the future. And for the most part, you believe him.
But thereās definitely that tiny voice in the back of your head thinking he may have some ulterior motive. It's not so much what he says, but the way he says it. The mischievous glint in his eye.
So you plan accordingly. A quick but thorough shower. A simple yet attractive outfit over an actual matching underwear and bra set.
You put a couple extra things in the inside pocket of your photo bag, just in case, and then you make your way over to his room.
Knocking on his door requires a burst of confidence, and a reminder that heās the one that invited you. That he initiated whatever might happen next.
He greets you cheerfully, leading you to the table which is empty other than a couple glasses of water. At first itās a normal meeting, you showing Niall some of the pictures youāve taken at recent shows.
But as you talk about this he gets closer. Itās a natural shift, him sliding near you under the guise of getting a better look at what youāre showing. Soon, though, you realize heās so close that you can see the specks of color on his eyes.
You feel his breath ghost across your neck.
Youāre on such high alert that the sensation of just air on your sensitive skin causes you to stumble over your words. Your eyes blink closed automatically as your body floods with dopamine. Butterflies swirl in your belly, and you feel arousal dampen your underwear.
āThis really is amazing work,ā he says, making you shiver once more.
āYou like hearing that, huh?ā He adds, his voice low. āLike when I say you did a good job? When I praise you?ā
In the moment you know heās figured you out. That he knows the way you respond to praise. And then he says, āIām sure there are some other ways you can be good for me.ā
This is it. Niall is officially opening the door to do more with him. To go further. To go where you absolutely should not go, especially not with your boss.
But when he says, āWould you like to be my good girl?ā You know that youāve lost the internal battle. The answer is yes, one hundred percent yes. Youād be stupid to say no.
āI want that,ā you reply, eyes finally meeting his gaze. His pupils are blown, nearly all the blue swallowed showing his clear arousal. You figure that yours are no different, as you can feel your need for him in every cell of your body.
āHead to the bedroom for me. Get comfortable. Iāll be there in a minute.ā
You practically move on autopilot, quickly listening to the directions heās given. When he comes in and sees this he comments, āDoing so well already.ā
Youāre seated against the headboard so he comes and sits beside you. Automatically you turn to face him, your breath catching at his proximity.
Slowly, carefully, Niall cups a hand on your cheek and moves closer until his lips brush against yours. You gasp at the feeling, but he pulls back. At first you think youāve scared him off, that heās come to his senses. But then you see his smirk, and itās obvious that heās teasing you, enjoying riling you up but not giving you what you want.
Finally he leans in again, this time connecting your mouths in a deep and all consuming kiss. He doesnāt hesitate to slide his tongue against your lips and ask for entry, which youāre more than willing to allow. Time ceases to exist as you get lost making out, hands just mindlessly exploring each other's bodies.
His lips leave yours and you whine at the loss, but he makes up for it by moving them to your neck and kissing there instead. Your teeth sink into your lip to keep in the needy sounds, but Niall notices and says, "Don't do that, I want to hear you, baby.ā
Once again you do as youāre told, and when he hears the pleasured moan he coos, āJust like that, so perfect for me.ā
Soon his hands travel under your shirt and you shiver at the feeling of him on your skin. āCan I take this off?ā he asks and you quickly nod yes. Once he starts removing clothing he doesnāt stop, and the two of you bare yourselves piece by piece.
A giggle slips out when you realize that youāre now naked in bed with your equally naked boss, who happens to be a world famous singer. Thousands of girls would kill to be in your position, and yet you somehow managed to be the lucky one.
Niall simply smiles before laying you on your back and kissing down your body. And then you feel him place the most gentle kiss right over your clit, and it takes everything in you not to raise your hips and seek out more.
Thankfully he knows just what you need, and he begins to kiss, lick, and bite in ways that have your chest rising and falling with every gasping breath. He brings his hand up and teases your entrance, playing with you just a bit.
Again you want to get mad at him for teasing, but then he slips two fingers inside. He goes slow at first, opening you up until he can add a third. He thrusts them in and out, picking up the pace as his tongue continues to like and suck at your clit.
He doesnāt rush, but instead slowly builds you up until you crash over the edge, coming in his mouth and on his hand. As you catch your breath you glance down and see his eyes intensely focused on you. For a moment youāre self conscious, vulnerable about being so open, so seen.
But then he pulls away and stalks up the bed, crashing his lips to yours again. It doesnāt take long for you to sink back into the feeling of Niall, the way he rests over you, your bodies fully aligned.
Youāre both lost in each other, not in any rush to move things along. Itās nice, just getting to make out, and you love that heās not pressuring you into anything more just yet.
Eventually though youāre starting to get worked up again, and you know he must be feeling a bit on edge himself.
āTurn over,ā you say. He looks confused for a moment but does as heās told and lays in his back. āCondom?ā You ask next and he points to his bag nearby. Digging though you find that and some lube, and you get him ready.
When he sees you straddle him he understands what youāre planning. And of course he simply smirks, happy that you seem eager to please him. You take him in your hand, holding him steady while you line yourself up and slide down his length.
āFuck, you feel so good,ā he murmurs, boosting your ego enough for you to start a steady rhythm. His hands automatically move to your hips, not leading, just holding on. You change the angle just a bit, but clearly itās working for both of you. He grips you tighter, and you know youāll have some marks when this is done.
Without warning he flips the two of you again. After yet another bruising kiss he says, āDid so fucking good for me.ā
And then he lets loose, pounding into you in a way that pushes you up the bed with each rough thrust. It burns in the most delicious way, and it doesnāt take long for him to bring you over the edge again. He keeps going, now chasing his own high.
Youāve heard him perform up on stage countless times now. You love Niallās voice when he speaks and sings.
But when he comes? Itās the best sound youāve ever heard. Itās needy, and whiny, guttural groans right against your neck before he starts nipping there again as an outlet for the last bit of overwhelming arousal thatās flooding his system.
And then the room grows calm, quiet. The bites turn to sweet kisses, Niallās hand moving to stroke through your hair. He pulls out, getting rid of the condom and then adjusting so that youāre laying together with your head on his chest.
āThat was fucking fantastic,ā he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. āYou did so good for me, just like I knew you would.ā
As always the praise has you blushing, so you simply tuck your face into his neck to hide.
āAbsolutely adorable you are, you know that? And hot. How can you be so cute and sexy at the same time?ā He quips.
āI could ask you the same,ā you joke back.
You lapse into comfortable silence. Here in Niallās arms everything feels perfect. You know that the sunrise tomorrow morning will pop whatever little bubble the two of you are in right now, but thatās a problem for later.
For now, you relax into this blissful moment, enjoying the cuddles and compliments from Niall as you both drift off to sleep.
ok you definitely donāt have to post this cause I donāt want to get hate, and I donāt want you to get hate either, but Iām not looking forward to a whole another album about Amelia. I feel crazy for saying this cause they have been dating for awhile now, but something about her just gives me the creeps.
I mean, i can understand. Somehow, i will always ship Niall with Amy? Just like i ship Louis with Eleanor so so bad! But what matters is that theyre happy and they do what they love. I didnt really like Nialls last album, im more of a HBW fan (and flicker also) so idek if ill listen to his next album š«¤
Doncasterās Louis Tomlinson and Holmes Chapelās Harry Styles
TW: Uhhh there's a lot. It's pure smut. Face-fucking, M/M penetration, Oral M receiving, Oral F receiving, Slightly public? Threesome, S/D dynamics, Minor sadomasochism (hair pulling mainly), gagging, I probably forgot something. It's based off of Larry and Heated Rivalry, I don't know what you expect. Minors DNI, or at least don't tell me you're a minor who read it. (Yes someone's done that.)
You were trying to qualify for the Olympics in figure skating. You had been practicing for AGES, practically 24/7. And now that the hockey season was about to begin you found yourself sharing the ice with a bunch of sweaty meatheads. Today was no different. You went out, did your routine, and suddenly your music cut off right in the middle of a leap. It threw you, and you ended up falling out of said leap, probably bruising your hip.
āWhat the hell are you DOING?!ā You yell to the man dressed in head to toe hockey gear standing behind the bench, lifting one foot onto the seat, lacing his skates.
āSorry princess, itās hockey season, we need the ice. You understand? Iām sure the skating rink down the road would be glad to have you,ā. He had a thick British accent but you couldnāt place where from.
You scoff at him, placing your hands behind you in an effort to push yourself up and get off the ice. Another man from the team skates slowly over to you, extending his hand, "ignore him. He's a major douche who doesn't know when (or how) to be a gentleman,"
"Thank you," You say grabbing his extended hand.
"Any time, my name's Harry," Harry... Harry... you tilt your head to the side thinking that the name sounded familiar but you couldn't quite place it. He laughs "Harry Styles, yes, I know, I'm all over the news lately but I promise you I'm just a normal guy. Louis on the other hand," he gestures over to the man who had previously told you to stay off of the ice, "I don't know if I can say the same. All of the sports channels seem to worship him as well, and well I can't quite get behind that one..."
"I don't know how you play with him. How long do you spend with him?"
"well, it's about 9 months straight of practice, games, and travel in between so across those 9 months it's almost 24/7"
"Well, good luck I guess, I see him glaring at me, so I suppose I should go let the men get back to business," you skate over to the bench, hastily untie and pull your skates off, throwing them in your gym bag and leaving the arena.
Yo still couldn't get over just how rude he was to you. You had stopped for coffee, responded to a couple emails, and got a quick bite to eat. You realized that you left your water bottle behind almost immediately after leaving but you were NOT about to re-enter that arena when that team was there. Shortly after you walked off the ice, the entire team, led by Mr. Douchebag himself, practically sprinted onto the ice. 2 hours was enough time, right? It's just a practice and the season hadn't technically started yet, surely they'd be done? You begrudgingly return to the arena, noticing that thankfully all of the lights were off besides the dim emergency lights that always stayed on. You let out a sigh of relief, letting yourself back into the building.
Almost immediately you spot your bright pink Stanley sitting nicely in the penalty box, no doubt moved by one the aforementioned meatheads.
"I guess I can throw my skates in my locker while I'm here, since I'll be back in the morning, I don't really feel like lugging them around all night anyways," you whisper to yourself. Thinking out loud was your one bad habit, but one you couldn't break no matter how hard you tried.
Unlocking your lock you hear faint noise. You shrug it off thinking that you're being paranoid since it's dark and dark arenas always gave you the creeps. "Ugh I have got to get out of here..." and you make your way down the hallway towards the back exit. As you approach the door you swear it sounds like someone's in the men's locker room. "Hello?" you shout not wanting to lock anyone in by mistake. "Hello? Is anyone here?" With no response you decide to go investigate, mentally cursing Louis if you get murdered by a ghost since he's the reason you forgot your water bottle in the first place. But you don't see a ghost, instead you see Louis, bent over the bench, completely naked, and Harry pounding into him from behind. You should leave, you should really leave, but a minute goes by, and then two, and then you're watching Harry coat Louis' back and toweling himself off.
"Clean yourself up," Harry says throwing the towel aggressively at Louis who responds with nothing more than a "yes, sir," a complete antithesis to the personalities you experienced earlier.
Harry moves towards his locker, sliding his shirt over his head,
"Wait," Louis stops him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head again, "Do I have to beg?" He leans in kissing Harry, places his hands around his neck, Harry moving to grab his waist, hands settling wrapped around him at the base of his spine.
"I should go..."
"Shh," Harry says breaking the kiss, "I thought I heard something..." Shit, there goes the thinking out loud again. What do you do, do you say something?
"I'm so sorry," you say covering your eyes and stepping around the corner, "I didn't see anything but I was just checking to see if anyone was here because I heard voices and I didn't want to lock the door and have one of-"
"Hey it's the girl from earlier, I remember you..." Louis says accent thick, voice exhausted. "Stop lying to us, you've clearly been there a while, if you like what you see, stop being shy and get your little ass over here and join us,"
"Louis!" Harry snaps, "I am so sorry, he loses his filter when he's high and..." He trails off, the both of them now wrapped in a towel.
You slowly remove your hand from over your eyes, "She doesn't mind. Look at the look in her eyes Harry, she loves every word I'm saying. She wants us both to pound into her at the same time. Or maybe she wants to feel me pounding into her while she has her lips wrapped around your cock..." Louis is staring into your eyes, Harry smirking slightly but avoiding eye contact with you. You couldn't help the heat you felt in your stomach, the goosebumps on your arms, the wetness between your legs. Is he right? "Or maybe she's shy and she just wants to watch..." he drops his towel at that moment exposing everything, now at a direct angle. He's in full view, and even in the dim locker room lighting, you can tell just how muscular he is. The definition of his abs, the deepness of his V-line, and by god his cock was massive, and he wasn't even fully erect yet.
Harry chuckles "I think you're right Lou, I'm pretty sure she just licked her lips..." Did you? You're pulled from your brief embarrassment when you see him also drop his towel on the ground. Now, the two hottest men you have ever seen are standing in front of you, with their cocks on full display, and you didn't know what to say. You attempt to speak, but no sound comes out. "Come here Lou." Harry demands, "on your knees, and show this pretty girl what we do after games,"
"Yes, sir" Louis says, kneeling in front of Harry, looking into his eyes as he wraps his lips around his cock. Harry grabs a fist of his hair, and begins slowly fucking his face.
"Do you like what you see, love?" Harry asks you, careful not to let his attention stray from the task at hand. "Words." He demands, and you're not sure why, but you find yourself wanting to follow his orders. Following the orders of a man that you have just met is turning you on more than you ever wanted it to.
"Y-y-y-yes" you stammer.
"Good girl. Now show us how much you love it..."
"What?"
"Touch yourself," He demands, fist still wrapped in Louis' hair. At this point he was treating him more like an object than a person, but Louis seemed to enjoy it.
You slowly pull your leggings down, placing your hand between your thighs. Harry sighs, releasing Louis' mouth from him. "No, darling, like you mean it. Sit." For some reason, you oblige. "Louis, show her how it's done," You feel the cold locker room floor beneath you as Louis gently pushes you into a laying position, taking your leggings all the way off. He peels your soaking wet panties off with his teeth and throws them somewhere to the side.
"Now, don't be shy, love, make yourself feel good. Do whatever it is that pretty little cunt of yours enjoys," Louis says causing your breath to hitch, and you make no move. Paralyzed with either nervousness or confusion, you weren't really sure, you just knew you were overwhelmed. "What's the matter love?" He whispers directly into your ear. "Need a jump start?" and before you can respond his hands are grabbing your thighs, tight, pressing curved nail marks into them as he buries his head between your legs. You can't help but release a moan as he flicks your clit with his tongue. He starts off slow, alternating between swirling it and lapping at it with his entire tongue. When you manage to keep your eyes open longer than one second you notice Harry, standing beside you, pumping himself. He is stood directly next to you with his cock directly over your face, giving you the perfect view.
"L-l-l-louis-" you stammer, but his pace only quickens.
"Shhhhhhh," Harry coos, still working himself, quickening his own pace as well, "Just sit there and look pretty. Lou will take care of you..." You feel your cheeks get hot, the room around you starts to feel fuzzy, and you lose your focus. Subconsciously you grab Louis' hair with your right hand, sitting up slightly, supporting your back with your left. You want to clench your legs, you try, but he is holding them open with his entire strength. You feel your release wash over you, coating his tongue. He continues to lap at your clit as you ride the comedown. "Good girl..." Harry whispers, finding his own release, painting your face with streaks of his cum.
Louis crawls up you, kisses you deeply, and begins to lick every drop of Harry's warm cum off of your face. "Delicious," He groans.
~
Moments later, just when think you finally have your wits about you, Harry makes his way over to you, kissing you aggressively, and pulls your shirt over your head. He smiles, biting the top of your breast that is peeking out above your lace bra. He whispers into your ear as he unclips it, "Now, we can't forget about poor Lou, can we?"
"No," you say, finally able to find your voice "we can't"
"Exactly," he says letting your bra fall to the floor, exposing your large breasts. "Why don't you be a good girl for him and go wrap your lips around his cock..."
Louis is kneeling in front of you, and you make your way to him, padding across the floor, no doubt looking like a dog in heat. "I love the look in your eyes, love," he says lining himself up with your mouth. "I'll go easy on you..." he whispers letting you set the pace. You lick up and down his shaft, analyzing every vein with your tongue, peppering it with kisses before finally taking him all the way in, gagging yourself in the process. "Holy fuck," he moans running his hands through your hair.
Harry kneels behind you, grabbing your hips, inserting himself roughly into you. "Don't worry, baby, just sit there and look pretty, we'll take care of the rest," Harry pumps himself aggressively into you, the motion causing you to gag on Louis cock with every thrust. Harry reaches around between you and circles your clit with firm pressure from his thumb.
"God, I'm close. If you keep moaning around my cock like that I-" you feel Louis spill down your throat. You swallow it all, hungrily, like it's the best thing you've ever tasted, and it just might be. You feel yourself nearing your own release, Louis pulling himself out, replacing his cock with his thumb pulling your bottom lip down. "That's it, baby..." he groans out, and you can't hold it back anymore. You feel Harry releasing himself inside of you as you reach your own orgasm.
"God, your pretty little noises, and you clenching around me... I couldn't hold back," Harry says slowly pulling out of you, his cock covered in proof of your pleasure. He kisses the base of your spine, standing up, as Louis extends his hand to help you onto your own feet.
"I really need to shower..." Louis says breaking the silence, and you chuckle.
"I feel bad for the janitor...." Harry says moving the shower curtain back to start the water.
"Room for 3?" You tease gesturing towards the shower stall.
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