| Lily | 22 | she/her | 1D and solo Niall |
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Niall thinks you just woke up in a really really good mood. He's in for a hell of a ride.
c/w: face riding, a hint of come eating and blowjobs ;) just a fluffy silly little smutty bit
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You rolled over in bed, burying your face under the duvet. The sun was shining in your face. Why was- Niall must've forgotten to pull the blackouts last night, you realised sleepily.
And no matter how much you tried, you just couldn't fall back asleep. Stifling a yawn, you sat up in bed, watching the sunlight pouring in through the sheer curtains.
Niall was still fast asleep, curled up sideways with his head on his hands, knees bent with his hair falling over his forehead. You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing the hair back. "Morning, Ni." You whispered, to which he grumbled something sleepily, turning his back to the curtains, and also- you.
So much for a romantic morning. Shaking your head to yourself, you pulled the covers off, ignoring his sleepy protests as you settled between his legs.
"Niall," You said in a soft sing-song voice, pressing kisses along his thighs, fingers playing along the waistband of his boxers.
"Mmph?" He mumbled sleepily, head now buried under his pillow.
Wasting no time, smirking to yourself, you slowly pressed your lips to the bulge through the thin fabric, eliciting an instant response from him (which you couldn't make out either, but sounded suspiciously like 'no fair babe').
Thank god for morning wood, you chuckled to yourself as you left open-mouthed kisses along his hip bones, following the trail of hair and tugging at the elastic with your teeth, to which he quickly obligingly raised his hips.
Men. You couldn't help but chuckle against his skin, goosebumps spreading at your warm breath as you pulled down his boxers, Niall bending one knee to help it off, spreading further to give you the space you needed.
You kept your eyes on him, smiling slightly to yourself as you dipped your head down, tongue darting out in kitten licks along his head, already angry red and weeping with precum.
You flattened your tongue, savouring the bitter feel of it, licking a broad stripe up from his balls, pausing at the spot under his head you knew he loved, keeping your tongue pointed as you drew patterns along the silky skin.
"Babe-" He whined softly.
"Mhm?" You asked, not taking your mouth off of him, pressing featherlight kisses along the underside of his cock, tracing the vein on your way up.
"'S today somethin' I'm forgetting-?" He asked groggily, lifting his head up slightly to look down at you before breaking off with a loud moan as you ducked your head down, swallowing him down halfway before popping off. You slowly wrapped your fingers around his now slick length, giving him a few slow firm pumps.
"Not that I know of." You hummed, hollowing your cheeks as you took him in again, hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently.
"Bloody hell- 'S a damn good way to- fuck- wake up, then." He choked out as he looked down at you, his breath coming out in sharp gasps already, pupils blown wide.
You hummed softly around him, knowing it drove him crazy when you did, fingers dancing along his balls teasingly as you kept up the slow movements. His fingers were in your hair in no time, gripping tightly at the nape of your neck as he guided you, doing his best to not buck his hips up into your mouth.
"Fuck- Your mouth feels so fuckin' good, princess," He groaned out, grip tightening on your head as he held you down for a few seconds, letting out a string of expletives as he hit the back of your throat.
"That's it, fuck, you're so pretty when you're on your knees- oh, bloody-" He broke off with a deep moan, his hands gripping your hair so tightly you were certain you felt it pulled at the roots.
You couldn't help but smirk at his reactions, your grip on him tightening, enjoying the way his body responded to every flick of your tongue and touch of your hands. You glanced up at him, taking in his hair already clinging to his forehead, eyes scrunched shut, his lips parted with silent moans before you quickly popped off him, wiping your chin with your palm.
"Hey!" Niall protested immediately, his eyes flying open. "Princess, what the fuck?" He whined, all but pouting at you as he made grabby hands towards you where you were sitting back on your heels between his legs.
"I was so closeee." He said, making puppy eyes up at you but you shook your head, crawling towards the headboard. His eyes watched your every move, biting his lip to stifle a whimper as you pulled off the tshirt you wore to bed, leaving you clad only in your panties.
"Be patient, Ni." You said with a small smirk. "Good things come to those who wait," You said with a soft laugh, echoing what he always told you when he was in a teasing mood, leaving you whining and frustrated. It felt good to be on the other side for once.
Ignoring his grumbles, you slowly pulled off your underwear, smiling inwardly as you saw the glimmer in his eyes for a second as you straddled his waist. "You just had to ask, babe-" He started cockily, and you giggled as you saw the smug expression slip off his face as you slowly moved up, carefully putting your knees on either side of his shoulders.
"Oh"
That was all he said for a few seconds, his hands gripping your thighs, eyes riveted to your face.
"Get to work, Horan." You said with a soft laugh, wiggling your hips playfully.
He raised his eyebrow, face still turned up at you.
"Don't make me ask again, Ni."
"Do I atleast get to know what I did, cause there's always-"
"No. Later." You said, biting the inside of your cheek to stifle your smile.
"Yes, ma'am." He said, chuckling softly before he took a deep breath, wasting no time at all as he flattened his tongue, laving it along your slit, humming at the taste of your arousal. He darted along the sides, licking up stripes with his tongue pointed, pulling you down onto his face, his nose brushing your clit.
"If you're gonna sit on my face at least do it properly." He mumbled muffled against you, and you bit your lip as you felt the vibrations through you.
He kept his grip firm, fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue moved with finesse, darting along your swollen bud, teeth grazing against it for a second as you let out a loud moan, bracing yourself on the headboard, your hips grinding forward instinctively.
He groaned at the movement, urging you on, the vibrations causing you to whimper even louder, lightheaded already as he moved his tongue just the way you liked it, mumbling muffled praises against you.
"Niall, fuck, I-" You bit your lip, letting out a sound between a whine and a whimper as he teasingly let his tongue circle your entrance, dipping in just enough to leave you desperate for more.
His hands traced up your sides, cupping your breasts as you moved against his tongue, his stubble scratching ever so slightly at your skin. He pinched down on a nipple, rolling the hardened nub, moaning in satisfaction against you as it pebbled under his touch.
He kneaded at the flesh desperately, his other hand firm on your waist as his tongue finally slipped into you.
You gripped desperately at the headboard, the only thing grounding you as his hands danced over your body, playing with your arse as he built up a steady pace, his tongue fucking into you deliciously, curling it just right to press against the right spots, his nose nudging your clit every so often as you could feel your thighs starting to shake, the familiar knot tightening in your belly.
"Ni- Babe-" You whimpered out, trying to form a sentence as he squeezed at your flesh, fingers digging in and you instinctively leaned back, hand trailing along his abs, following the trail of hair as you grasped him, precum dripping down his entire length as you began stroking him in time with his tongue, his moan sending shockwaves through your body.
You couldn't even control the movement of your hips, grinding shamelessly against his mouth. Niall reached up, tracing his path along your breasts and waist down to your ass before giving you a firm smack, the sheer surprise of it more than anything sending you over the edge, waves of pleasure passing through you, your toes tingling as you rode out your orgasm, feeling like your knees were giving out on you.
Vaguely, you were aware of his own hips jerking against your hands, his warm come splattering all over your hand and his stomach as he caught his breath against you, tapping your thigh after a few seconds.
Chest still heaving, you slowly climbed off him, flopping down next to him. You brought your hand up to your mouth, licking off some of the warm come before holding it out in front of his mouth, trailing your damp fingers along his lips as he quickly captured your fingers in his mouth, making quick work of it, pressing a kiss to the fingertips before he let go.
You slowly lifted your head up, wiping your arousal off his glistening chin with your palm, chuckling slightly to yourself as he caught your hand, licking it clean again. "You're insatiable, Ni."
He laughed softly, trailing kisses up to your wrist as he looked at you. "Can't deny the allegations."
You exhaled softly, closing your eyes as you laid down beside him again.
"You know," He said, his voice hoarse. "If that's your idea of being all strict and punishing me, I wouldn't mind you punishing me daily."
"Shut up," You giggled, fondly swatting his chest.
"Can I at least now know what i did, though?" He asked, pulling you into his side as he carded his fingers through your hair.
"You forgot to pull the curtains last night." You murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"That's it!?" He said, with a soft incredulous laugh.
"What do you mean that's it?" You asked, unable to not laugh along. "The sun got in my eyes and woke me up- And then you turned your back to me when i tried to be all sweet and wake you up."
"Oh no no- Don't give me that." Niall said playfully. "There were no sweet intentions behind waking me up- It was all personal vendetta/ 'I woke up so now he will too'."
"Was not!" You protested, laughing.
"It so was."
"There'll so definitely be a round two for that." You said, fake stern, giggling slightly.
"Get some breakfast in me, princess, and I'll do it twice." Niall grinned.
"Oh you're so on"
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(4.5k) You see a mystery brunette at a work party nursing a whiskey, one drink turns to another, and nothing could've prepared you for the night.
tw: mild dom/sub dynamics
a/n: this is honestly concerningly vanilla to me but i really liked the idea of a kinda workplace romance (mighttttt be a series) so here y'all go
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The music was thumping loud enough to aggravate you further. You couldn't help but think that just because someone was signed to the label, didn’t mean they had to play their music at parties.
You felt your phone buzz and reached into your purse when a woman walked towards you, dressed completely inappropriately for a work party.
You sighed inwardly and plastered on a fake smile. It was probably the wife of one of yet another operations executive who thought schmoozing up to anyone who worked in management would get their husbands a promotion.
If that’s how people got higher up in this industry, wouldn’t everyone do it? Her nasal voice broke your train of thought.
“Hello, you must be Mrs. (Y/L/N). I’m Jan Harmon, you must know my husband, Gavin. He works in Budgeting. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Gavin has nothing but praise for you.” She spoke with the ease of someone who had practised this in her bedroom mirror a lot of times.
“It’s Ms. (Y/L/N),” You corrected coolly, “And no, I’m sorry, I don’t think I know him. I don’t work directly with a lot of people.” You smiled, faking regret, as she went away, simpering. You were thinking about just how Gavin Harmon could get that raise he was pandering for when your gaze caught on a man in a russet suit.
He was nursing a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hands as he stared around the room. You couldn't help but think that was weird. Sure, it was a casual event for everyone working for the label, and their plus-ones, but it wasn’t casual enough to be a whiskey kind of event.
What was even more weird to you, though, was the fact that he was standing alone at a party like this. You worked with people for a living, and the way he held himself made it clear that something was off.
You watched as he looked down, noticed his glass was empty, and went back to looking around the room. He was so intriguing.
You made your way to the bar and ordered two whiskeys, waiting on them when you noticed the man walking towards the bar. Just then, the barman slid the two tumblers towards you. The man had taken a stool just off to your right, and you slid the glass across the wooden countertop, praying it didn’t bump and splatter all over him
It didn’t. It stopped against his forearm, sloshing inside the glass a little but thankfully none came out. He had his head in his hands, thumbs massaging his temples. At the sudden touch, he looked up, confused. His eyes were a startlingly clear blue, you noticed vaguely. You nodded at him with a small smirk. He blinked a few times, clearly dazed, before giving you a weak smile as he took the glass into his hands.
You got up, your glass clutched in your hand as you quickly walked over to your assistant, Blakely, nodding, as you stood in front of her.
“What have you been up to?” She whispered to you, her eyes focused somewhere behind over your shoulder.
“Nothing, I’ve been dealing with people begging me for promotions all night.” You looked at her from the corner of your eye. “Why, Blake? Something wrong?” She narrowed her eyes at you. “You’re telling me you haven’t noticed that guy ogling you?” She whispered disbelievingly.
“Huh? Who?” You asked, feigning confusion. She held you by your shoulders, pulling you so that you were standing beside her. “Him!” She whispered, tilting her chin slightly to the man from before.
You watched wordlessly as he brought the glass to his lips and threw his head back, downing all of the liquor in one go. That must’ve burnt, you found yourself thinking. There was an air of melancholy that hung about him and you couldn't help but want to know more. Know what must’ve happened that had him drinking whiskey at a work party. Know him.
Blakely elbowed you, “Hello? Earth calling?”
You pulled my eyes away from him, turning to face her. “What? Who is he?” You whispered back sharply, to which she raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know who one of the biggest popstars right now is?” she asked.
“I don’t have time to keep up with them, I couldn’t care less!” You burst out. “Jesus, woman!” She gasped exasperatedly, shaking her head.
You were about to reply to her when you saw another woman in a slinky dress coming your way and quickly threw back the whiskey. You were gonna need it, by the look of her.
“Ugh, another one. Gotta go, Blake. Talk soon.” You whispered to her as you plastered on a smile.
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You were right about the whiskey. The rest of the night passed by in a daze, people coming randomly, wanting to chat. You kept catching sight of the man from before, here and there; sometimes absorbed in a conversation, mostly just nursing a glass by himself.
The party was coming to an end and you thought it would be appropriate to get drunk now, all the polished teeth and botoxed cheeks had made your head throb.
You had just sat down on the stool, looking to check if Blakely was around, when a glass slid across the countertop and bumped into my forearm. You looked up, surprised, and saw the man from before looking at you intently.
You raised an eyebrow questioningly at him, lips quirking up slightly and he stood up and walked over, taking the stool beside yours. His fingers were still wrapped around a crystal glass.
He cleared his throat before looking at you. “Thanks for the drink earlier, it hasn’t been the best day, if you were wonderin’. Let me return the favour. Pay you back, if you will.”
He slurred his s’ ever so slightly as he spoke, and you couldn’t quite place his accent. His voice sounded smooth despite the drinks, so you figured he wasn’t an executive; he must be an artist signed to the label.
“It’s a party, hon?” You replied sarcastically. This was all a bit ridiculous.
He shot you a dazzling smile, “Not the way I intended to return the favour, darlin’” he said suggestively with a small wink.
His accent made everything that came out of his mouth salacious, you thought in a fugue. You would be lying if you said the way he spoke didn’t make you clench your thighs together, his tone making obvious what words didn't.
Your eyebrows went up in surprise as you considered his offer. You didn’t have much to do tomorrow, just one meeting, and it was quite late. And he looked like he would be a good time.
You shifted on your stool, turning towards him slightly so that your knee brushed his thigh. He inhaled sharply, his teeth sinking into his lower lip for a split second. His fingers tightened around the glass. They were long, the pads looked rough, you noticed, your mind jumping to scenarios that were definitely not appropriate for a work party either. He caught your eye, staring intensely and you gave him a small smirk, dropping your eyes to his lips.
He pushed his glass away as he stood up, eyes still fixed on you.
You took a few seconds to throw back the whiskey he’d gotten. Wouldn’t wanna let it go to waste, you thought. And as you stood up, you saw a look of worry fleet over his face.
You realised he must’ve thought you were going to reject his offer for a split second and had to suppress a laugh at that.
He waited until you were a step ahead of him and put his hand on the small of you back. “This okay?” he whispered, hot breath fanning across the back of your neck. You nodded, “Better than okay,”
He smirked slightly, and a small dimple popped out on his left cheek
“You’re too forward for someone whose name I don’t even know,” You said, as the two of you headed toward the door.
“You don’t know who I am, darlin'?” he asked, disbelief apparent in his voice.
“Nope,” You shrugged with a little laugh, popping the p. “But I want to,” You said as you turned a little to catch his eyes. You put your palm on his chest to motion for him to stop, and he obliged, a slight frown of confusion creasing his brow.
You leaned in on my tiptoes; he had a few inches on you despite your heels. “I want to know what I’ll be screaming tonight,” You said with a smirk, noticing his eyes darken, the clear blue turning stormy.
“ ‘M Name’s Niall, princess.” he murmured
You turned as you took his hand, placing it on your waist, and resumed walking. “Well, Niall - My hotel or yours?” You whispered, turning to him slightly.
“Mine,” He replied, a small rasp in his voice already at your forwardness. “It’s just two blocks down. I messaged my driver, he’ll be here soon.”
You nodded at him, not trusting yourself to say anything. There was something about his voice that made you doubt my ability to think straight.
We stepped out, crisp autumn air feeling cool against your skin.
You hadn't even realised how your skin had been prickling until now.
You watched Niall out of the corner of your eye, as you stood there silently, air thick with tension. “I never caught your name,” he asked shortly.
“(Y/N),” You replied with a small smile. He shot me a quick smile back, but his was loaded with all his intentions for the night. He repeated your name slowly, syllables rolling off his tongue, slightly broadened by his accent. "It's pretty. But I think I like 'princess' better" He smirked and I felt like my collar was suddenly too tight.
His eyes weren’t on you anymore, as he pointedly looked around for his car. It was almost like he didn’t trust himself to look at you and not do anything he’d regret later. You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought.
He suddenly said, “He’s here,” before taking your waist again to lead your to his car. You reached out to open the door, but he stopped you, reaching out himself “Least I can do, and I don’t mean it chauvinistically.” He said with a small smile.
You couldn’t help but smile back as you slid in, waiting as Niall followed suit. He nodded to the driver and the screen came up, separating him from us, granting us some privacy.
He sat close, his thigh not quite touching mine, but close enough so that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. He smelt like spices and sandalwood, you noticed, taking a deep breath before shifting slightly to the left, so that your thigh was flush against his.
Niall turned to look at you, “Too bad you’re wearin’ pants,” he whispered mischievously “Or I could’ve had you screamin’ my name right here.”
“Someone’s cocky,” You smirked at him, trying to ignore how you felt a rush of warmth between your thighs.
“Oh, I have plenty of reasons to be, love,” he said, even cockier this time.
It would’ve gotten on your nerves had his hand not suddenly landed on your thigh. His thumb traced patterns mindlessly over the fabric, going slightly higher each time, eyes watching your face for your reaction.
You didn’t want to give in too easily but you couldn’t help but squirm a little, trying to get him where you’d rather have him. He tutted lightly, “That won’t do, pet. Patience.” He smugly drew his hand away, smirking.
It was just two blocks, why was it taking so much time? The lights were dimmed through the tinted windows, but we were stuck in a spot of traffic.
You decided not to worry about it, hand reaching out to the now-obvious bulge in his pants. You laid my palm over it, one finger tracing the outline of the head of his cock.
Niall mumbled a little, “Feisty, aren’t ya?” from between his teeth. You chuckled, squeezed lightly, watching his breathing speed up. The way he threw his head back and closed his eyes made your breath hitch in your throat.
He bucked up into your hand a little, craving more friction, letting out some of the most delicious sounds you'd ever heard. You quickly drew your hand back, tutting, “That won’t do, pet. Patience.” You smirked at him.
“God,” he moaned, teeth gritted together. “The things I’m gonna do to you,”
You felt blood rush down my body, wetness pooling between your legs. You flushed as he caught your eye, the blue now almost completely black.
You bit my lip and his eyes flicked down and back up again. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice rough.
Without even having to think, you turned to him, thankful you weren’t wearing a dress. You hooked your right leg over his thigh, climbing onto him until you was fully straddling him. He whispered a sharp “Fuck,” as you pressed down into him. He was fully hard under you and you didn’t even realize how badly you had been craving the friction until you felt him.
You leaned in slowly, enjoying how he seemed entranced under you. You pressed my lips to Niall’s, gently at first. But he wasn’t having any of that. His stubble felt rough against your face as he put his hands on your hips, fingers digging in as he increased the pace of the kiss. He ran his hands up and down your sides, then one of his hands slid backward to grasp at your ass. Niall squeezed tightly, blunt fingernails pressing in.
You moaned into the kiss and he took the opportunity to deepen it. He tasted like the whisky he’d been having and something sweeter you couldn’t put my finger on. You pressed down harder, clit throbbing for some friction.
You threaded your fingers into his hair and tugged, grinding harder, fully clothed. Niall moaned, louder this time, pulling away from the kiss. You were both panting and hadn’t even noticed that the car had stopped. You licked your lips, eyes still on his face.
“Room. Now.” He said shortly.
You clambered off him as he opened the door and stepped outside. He quickly reached down to rearrange himself and your eyes followed the action. His pants which seemed tailored and well-fit earlier looked uncomfortably tight now.
You blushed, running my fingers through my hair to try and get it to look like you hadn’t been making out in the back of his car. Your legs felt a bit shaky and you gave Niall a small smile as his hand retook its position on your back.
He gently guided you up the stairs, nodding at the man sitting behind the reception desk. The elevator was on the ground floor and he ushered you in hurriedly, but a middle-aged man with a briefcase followed you in.
Niall reached out to press the button for his floor and you found yourself staring at his fingers again. This time he noticed and smirked at you, his dimple popping out again. You flushed but didn’t look away. He raised an eyebrow, smirk widening and you squirmed a little under his gaze, but still didn’t look away.
The lift stopped and Niall nodded towards the door. You quickly walked out, feeling a little light-headed. The hallway was empty and Niall stopped a few doors down from the lift, hand inside his suit jacket.
You waited, biting your lip as you watched on, feeling a bit impatient. His fingers dipping in and out of his pockets had no right looking that sinuous and you blushed again, deeper this time. He finally found the card and quickly tapped it against the door. He took a step in and held the door open.
The second you stepped inside, Niall took you by the waist and pushed you up against the wall, pinning you with his knee between your thighs. A small moan escaped your lips and he smirked as he pushed the door close.
You linked your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer as you kissed him, sloppier this time. You could feel his erection against your hip and you moved around a little, both looking for some friction against his knee and to tease him. He gasped into the kiss, one hand reaching down to rest on your ass.
His other hand took up position beside the first and he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he pulled away from the kiss. “Jump, baby.” He murmured against my neck as he lifted me, pinning me against the wall.
The new position made sure your core was pressed against his cock and you took the opportunity to grind into him. Niall began kissing sloppily down your jawline, sucking at intervals, teeth scraping the sensitive skin.
You dug my nails into his jacket-clad back, your head thrown back against the wall. He kept kissing you, messier each time. He pressed his tongue against the column of your throat and licked a broad stripe, relishing the feeling of you shivering against him.
“Niall,” You moaned out, clawing at his clothes. “Off.”
He pulled back and let you down, smiling. “I give the instructions around here, babe.”
Nonetheless, he pulled off the russet jacket, discarding it to the floor. “Strip for me, darlin’” he instructed with a nod as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Are you sure you’re not too drunk to do this?” You asked hesitantly, he’d had a few throughout the night.
“Not too drunk to want you,” he said smoothly, eyes roaming hungrily over your body.
You felt yourself clench around nothing as you pulled off your jacket and threw it to the floor. Your fingers were just reaching for the buttons on your shirt as he stepped closer, shirtless now, and put his hands over yours, hungrily opening all the buttons, dropping them on the floor in a smooth motion.
Niall closed the distance, hands reaching behind your back as his lips hungrily lapped at your collarbones. He unhooked your bra and threw it down with a practised ease.
He walked backwards, hands running over your back, brushing over the hem of your pants. He gave them an impatient tug. “Off,” he murmured against your skin, then sat back on the bed, watching you.
You pulled back and unbuttoned them hurriedly, flushing at the undisguised lust in his eyes.
As you made to pull down your underwear, he put his hand over yours and shook his head slightly. He motioned towards the bed. “All the way up, back against the headboard, princess.”
You climbed up, not sure why you were obeying his every command but forgot all about that when he came closer, sitting in front of you. He tapped your knee lightly and you opened your thighs wide instinctively.
He smirked at the spot on your panties. “Mm, knew you were a good girl,” he said, before quickly closing the distance and attaching his lips to yours, one hand working on one of your breasts.
Niall worked his way down again, licking and sucking marks against your chest, flattening his tongue against one nipple, swirling around it as he squeezed the other. He bit down gently and you tangled my fingers in his hair, head thrown back against the cushioned headboard.
“Niall, please… more,” You panted out.
“Patience, darlin’,” he said, lifting his head to meet your eyes.
He began kissing down, past your stomach as one hand continued to palm your breast, twisting your nipple until it pebbled under his touch.
His other hand gripped your hip, nails digging crescents into your skin. “Help me out, princess,” He murmured against your skin before drawing back as he pulled off your underwear. You flinched a little at the sensation of the cold air against your skin.
He was still wearing his pants and you were naked in front of him. Not fair, you thought. “Niall… off, please…” You almost begged.
Niall smirked, “You just had to ask, babe.”
He climbed down and pulled his pants off. His cock was tenting his boxers so much, to the point it looked uncomfortable. He pulled them off in one motion, length springing up to hit his stomach. He was thick and slightly curved and you bit your lip, staring intently at him, imagining how he would feel… taste…
“Bit rude to stare, love,” Niall said cockily, but being naked and spread open for him, you couldn’t even be mad at him. All you needed was him, on you, touching you, right now.
You had no time to say anything before his mouth was hovering over your core, not quite touching me yet, but I could feel his hot breath on me.
"You've got such a pretty cunt, princess. " He murmured roughly looking up at you, making eye contact before he stuck out his tongue and licked a broad stripe upwards.
You shuddered at the sudden contact, sensitive after all the teasing. He hummed against you, vibrations feeling blissful as he latched on to your clit, sucking hard, alternating with light nibbles. "Taste just as pretty as you look" He mumbled, lips brushing against your skin, stubble rubbing against your thighs deliciously.
You tugged at his hair, pushing his head down, barely aware of what you were doing. His eyes were still on yours as he continued eating you out with fervour, making sure to pointedly miss your entrance with each stroke and you felt like you could combust from all the attention as you whined.
"Such an impatient little princess" He tutted as he let go and started circling his tongue around your entrance. Niall’s nose was pressed against you as he stuck his tongue in, lapping at your inner walls like a parched man. You arched your back, a groan pouring out of you.
"You're so responsive for me, pet. Such a good girl." He murmured as he pulled away, before using a finger to collect your juices. Eyes still riveted on your face, he slowly pushed a finger in, up to his knuckle.
“Niall, more…” You whimpered. He bit his lip before smiling at you deviously. "Such a greedy little cunt." He murmured as he pushed in another finger, pumping slowly. He curled his fingers, reaching for the perfect spot, eyes searching your face for a reaction. "So fuckin' tight, aren't ya, princess?"
You screamed his name when he found it, toes tingling, eyes rolling back and he quickly latched onto your clit, continuing to pump his fingers and curling them expertly.
“I’m- Fuck- I’m close,” You panted out. Niall hummed against you as he pushed in a third finger. He curled them, pressing hard as he sucked at your clit.
“I’m- Niall I’m gonna-” You barely got the words out before cumming against his mouth, shivers running from your toes to your fingers, head lax against the headboard. You felt light-headed as he slowly pumped his fingers, drawing out your orgasm. watching your face with an easy, satisfied smile.
Niall climbed up beside you, pressing his lips to yours. You could taste the familiar tang of your arousal on him and you moaned into the kiss. Still a little light-headed, you reached out, grasping the base of his cock.
He gasped and pulled away from the kiss, his head falling back onto his shoulders as you squeezed lightly. You let go to gather the precum gathered around his slit and spread it over the swollen head. You were about to lean forward as you drew my fist down, but he stopped you.
“Princess,” Niall panted out, “I won't last, some other time-” He broke off, inhaling sharply as you let go.
Cocky of him to assume that there would be another time, you couldn't help but think, but he gave a look that made your knees weak and you were grateful you weren’t standing. He leaned forward, lips pressed to the base of your neck, sucking a mark there.
“Down, pet.” he hummed against your skin. You laid back down as you watched him, teeth pressing into your lower lip. He rustled around in his bedside table, pulling out a foil package.
Niall ripped the package open with his teeth, rolling it on with his eyes still fixed on you. He gave himself a few quick pumps as he climbed onto the bed. “Spread for me, princess,” he said as he positioned himself over you.
You obeyed, whimpering a little as you felt his blunt head at your entrance. “Oh fuck, Niall- “ You moaned out as he pushed in, inch by delicious inch.
He stretched you out deliciously, pressing chaste kisses to your jawline until he bottomed out completely. “So fucking tight,” he grunted, catching his breath, before crashing his mouth into yours hungrily as he started thrusting, slow and deep.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, arching your back so that he could hit the perfect spot, feeling yourself clasp harder around him already.
Niall angled up, thrusting sharply and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his back, hoping you didn’t break skin. He pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, filthy sounds escaping him. You felt the knot in your belly tighten just looking at the expression of bliss on his face in the dim lights. “Niall,” You breathed out, “I’m- fuck- close,”
His lips formed a cocky smirk, before leaning down to press his lips to your throat. “Won’t last, either,” he mumbled against your skin, “Come for me, princess,”
The rumble of his voice sent you over the edge, moaning incoherently as you came undone, nails scratching down his back, him shouting out a second later, teeth sinking into your skin as you felt him pulse inside of you.
Niall leaned onto his elbows, catching his breath, locking you in under him with his hands on either side of your chest. A few moments later he rolled off, pulling out with a hiss as he quickly tied up the condom and threw it into the bin beside the bed.
He turned back towards you, pulling the blankets up, throwing his arm over your waist and while you hadn't been planning on affection the feeling of him nuzzling into your hair, whispering a silent goodnight was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
You were too tired to protest, and it wasn’t exactly a bad feeling. All your thoughts of leaving went out the window as you mumbled back a muffled reply, drowsily nestling back into him, his warmth lulling you to sleep.
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