#Niall Horan Imagine

[ameliora-j]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO ROUGH DOM NIALL. i’m actually begging. maybe the reader acts up on purpose for attention because niall is busy with his new album and he has to put her in her place 🫢 btw i love ur work, your like my fav author on this app xx

pls ur gonna make me cry :’) thank u angel ♡

content: mean dom!niall, fem!reader, brat!reader, edging, cumplay, impact play (flogging, slapping), spitting, humiliation, degradation, tummy bulge, creampie, breeding kink, lots of pet names, dominant/submissive themes, no aftercare written but it happens!, THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I’M SO SORRY BAE DODOWNEN, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI !

you’re grumpy—and you have been for the last week and a half. had niall been paying any attention to you at all, he’d have realized as such earlier. however, he is deep into the finalization stage of his new album. you’re proud of him—more than proud of him. niall turns your world that much is obvious. you praise any and everything he does. so of course you’re overjoyed he has a new album coming, and so proud of all his hard work.

you just can’t help but feel a little… jealous? neglected? you’re not a hundred percent sure exactly what you would call it in truth. it feels like a big dark cloud of grump is sitting above your head and you can’t do anything about it. niall is your boyfriend, the love of your life… but first and foremost he is your dominant. he keeps you in check, makes sure you’re always on track, and fucks you into oblivion every night.

the problem is that with his new album, he hadn’t fucked you in almost two weeks. to go from having sex every day—multiple times a day—to none at all for a whole two weeks was really taking a toll on you. it’s niall’s own fault, anyway—your sex drive wasn’t nearly this high before you’d met him. you don’t realize that your sexual frustration is building up until you’re already on the brink of an explosion. waking up in the morning with only one thing on your to-do list: be the biggest brat known to mankind.

unbeknownst to you, niall had taken the day off. he realized that he was neglecting you a bit—it’d been too long since he saw your pretty face when you were awake. you’re surprised to see niall still laying in bed beside you, sleeping peacefully when your eyes flutter open. you look to the bedside table and read the numbers on the alarm clock before pushing his shoulder.

niall wakes with a grunt, gasping a bit as he turns to look at you. “wha’s a’matter?” he mumbles tiredly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“you’re late” you mumble grumpily as you move to get out of bed. “wouldn’t wanna keep the love of your life waiting” you slightly grumble as you walk to the bathroom.

“love of my life? what’re you on about, pet? you’re right here” he chuckles softly, shaking his head as he sits up. “come back to bed, i took the day off. wanna cuddle.”

your heart flutters at the statement, nearly blowing the grump-cloud away, but it’s already hard-set on remaining there for the rest of the day. “i can’t i have things to do.” you say simply as you move to walk downstairs.

niall frowns a bit, clambering out of bed to follow you. “hey wait a second, where are you going?” he asks. you’re never out of bed this quick—even if you do have plans for the day. furthermore, no matter if you’re late, you’re always keen to lay down and have a cuddle with niall.

“since when does my life interest you?” you snark. niall’s jaw clenches. it’s barely been fifteen minutes and he’s already fed up with your attitude. he takes a breath to calm himself, wanting to get to the root of the issue before taking things too far.

“your life always interests me. you’re my girl, don’t be ridiculous” he shakes his head. you simply scoff, rolling your eyes and shoving past him and going to take a shower.

niall is quick to grab your wrist, dragging you back to his chest and squeezing your jaw. “listen here you little brat. i took the day off to spend quality time with you but i can just as easily spend it beating the brat out of you. so what will it be?” he growls lowly. you seal your fate when you suck in your cheeks, pursing your lips and spitting on him.

his eyes go dark and he chuckles lowly, slapping his palm against your cheek roughly. “i’m gonna make you regret that” he murmurs.

niall all but drags you back to the bedroom, shoving you roughly onto the bed. you whimper a bit, squirming in anticipation as he walks over to the closet, grabbing his duffel bag full of toys, ropes, and all of his ‘dom essentials.’ “what are you doing?” niall asks when he turns around—noting you hadn’t moved from where he put you.

“sitting” you hum, snark still lacing your tone. niall chuckles, shaking his head a bit as he walks over to you. he grabs you by your neck, forcing you to stand before tearing your nightgown from your body—practically tearing the flimsy fabric in two.

you squeak as niall spins you, forcing you down onto the bed before pulling your hips up so you were on your hands and knees. you hear rummaging before one of niall’s hands rubs over your ass. “pick a number between one and five.”

he’s angry—really angry—he usually always adds a pet name even if you’re in trouble. you bite your lip, thinking hard about what number to pick. you knew how niall’s spankings worked. you would pick a number, and if you got it right then that’s how many spanks you got. if you got it wrong, then he’d double whatever number he was thinking of. you squeeze your eyes shut tight, going with the safest option smack dab in the middle. “three?” you say hesitantly.

niall smirks, rubbing his hands over your ass. “oh, princess” he hums in a sickly sweet tone—and you nearly smile before realizing that you’re being mocked as his hand strikes your ass cheek. “it was five” he says lowly.

the number is the only warning that you get before niall winds up his flogger and slams it down on your ass. you practically scream into the comforter, tears already pricking the corners of your eyes. he doesn’t start off gentle or work his way up, and he gives you no respite as he continuously whips his flogger on different areas of your backside.

you make sure to call out numbers clear and concise—not wanting to start over with niall in this mood. by the time he’s finished with you, you’re a wet mess—in more ways than one. tears spilling down your cheeks, drool falling from your lips, and cunt sticky with arousal.

“okay okay okay” niall hums as he turns you around. “i know baby, i know. you’re okay… you’re fine” he coos tauntingly as he pulls you to his chest. “‘s okay, i’ll give y’what y’want… quit y’tears” he mumbles as he tugs his sweats down. he lays you back on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable on top of the pillows before kissing your head.

“oh there’s my girl” he smirks as he runs his cock through your sticky folds. you whine softly, arching towards him before he pushes your hips down. “stay still, y’brat” he grunts, slapping your cunt a few times. you shriek with each hit, your legs wiggling in an attempt to get away as you look at him tearily. “jus’ lay there and take my cock.” he mumbles as he slowly pushes into you.

the both of you moan as he bottoms out, you gripping niall’s shoulders as he holds your hips tightly. “fuckin shit babydoll” he groans, pressing down on the bulge of his cock your tummy. “forgot how goddamn tight you were” he gasps a bit, slowly pulling his cock out before thrusting back in.

niall is in heaven… he’s practically pussy drunk off one stroke alone. his head falls back and his eyes roll as he feels your gummy walls gripping him. you’re like a vice, almost as if you wouldn’t let go even if he begged you to. your pussy is sucking him in, leaking around him like a fountain of eternal youth and he’s so close to busting that he has to take a deep breath and distract himself. “this what you needed baby?” he mocks. “just a big cock to fill up your tight little cunt?” he hums.

“ni…” you whine softly and he simply chuckles before setting a pace. once he’s adjusted to your tightness and calmed himself down, he’s able to fuck you how he wants. he holds your hips down against the mattress setting a brutal and punishing pace in your cunt.

“that why you had an attitude? haven’t fucked you properly lately?” he laughs at you. actually laughs at you, and you can’t even bring yourself to care. “you’re so pathetic” he mumbles, spanking your clit. “all it takes is some dick n you’re all smiles again.”

“yeah daddy” you moan in agreement, nodding dumbly as your eyes fluttered closed. you barely even register the words niall is saying to you—all you know is that they’re mocking and unkind. but, this is all you wanted—what you’d been dreaming of for so long so you had not a care in the world. not a thought bouncing around your skull other than more more more.

more love. more affection. more close. more cock. more niall. he engulfed you, not just due to his much larger stature. he had you pinned between the bed, your bodies so close that you could feel the beads of sweat dripping off of his forehead and onto you. he was everywhere—on top of you, inside of you, touching you, his scent engulfing your nostrils as you lay on his pillow.

your head was swimming in a pool of niall and you were content to drown in it until niall forces your leg up over his shoulder. he reangles his hips and slams his cock back directly into your gspot. “daddy!” you shriek out loudly, your back arching high off the bed.

“yeah baby, daddy’s here” he mumbles, reaching to rub your clit. “daddy’s right here baby. jus’ lay pretty and take my cock, yeah?” he flashes a bright smile your way, winking at you—his hips never breaking rhythm as he punishes your cunt with his cock.

you can barely choke out a response your cunt pulsing around him as your orgasm dangles so close, yet so far away. “are you gonna cum baby? i can feel you squeezing me” he hums, fucking you faster. “do you want to cum princess?” he mocks.

“yeah! yeah, yeah, yeah!” you chant, nodding rapidly as your hips begin stuttering against his. “oh fuck yeah!” you whine.

“awh… ‘s too bad i didn’t say you could then, isn’t it?” he hums, slapping your clit once more and laughing meanly. you whine in frustration, tears wetting your lashes as you force your orgasm back. “jus hold it baby, you can do it” he teases, but begins rubbing your clit in small, deliberate circles. “right? for daddy?” he smirks.

you gasp, nodding dumbly as your eyes roll. “f-f’daddy” you nod, your legs beginning to shake. you feel niall’s cock give a twitch at that, his hips stuttering a few times before he finds his pace once more.

“daddy’s gonna cum baby” niall moans in your ear, beginning to nip and suck the skin of your neck. “gonna fill this tight cunt… give you m’babies you want that?” he smirks.

“yeah daddy… yeah gimme your babies please” you whine, beginning to rock your hips in time with his.

“then cum with me, princess” he whispers, squeezing your throat just as your orgasm starts. you moan loudly, unable to stop the spasming of your body as you cream around niall’s cock. you distantly register his slew of swears through loud moans as you feel his seed painting your walls. you moan softly as he pulls you into a hot and heavy kiss—filled with love and passion.

niall pulls away breathlessly, smiling down at you in adoration as he gently pushes your hair from your face. “is my good girl back yet?” he hums softly, gently peppering kisses over your face.

the airy giggle you let out is enough to let niall know he’d fucked you nine ways from sunday and you were now deeply submerged in a submissive headspace. if that wasn’t enough for him, then your soft: “yeah daddy” as you nose against his neck seals the deal for him.

he hums a bit in relief—pride maybe?—before kissing your neck again. “good… you keen for a cuddle now?” he smirks softly at you.

[justmeinatree]

please please please (NO PRESSURE BUT) (IM BEGGING YA)

something extremely smutty where like niall is working out: (literally need nothing else completely go ham its up to you but just like LOOK:)

the little jerk as he lifts up yk what im talking aboutt lets not pretend we're not *respectfully* looking.

as if i could say no to this 😅 it’s not the smuttiest thing, but if we’re open to a part 2, there’s a lot of room to play 😏

Word Count : 1.3k

it was the breathy grunts that first got your attention. 

you’d never cared much for niall’s workouts, always preferring to have the quiet time, enjoying a cuppa, maybe a book or tv show. but as you were just getting cozy with your tea, pulling the blanket over your legs, you could hear him from down the hall.

it piqued your interest, the sounds he was making having reached your ears, and for some reason, shooting down to your centre, leaving a little tingle of interest.

and for that same reason, you were now leaving your warmth and comfort, flinging the blanket back over the arm of the couch, trudging down the hall. 

once you pop head around the doorframe though, eyes coming into contact with your boyfriend, the tingle of interest in your cunt quickly turned to a dribble of excitement.

because fuck, was this the scene you’d been missing out on all these years ? you’ll have to remember to scold yourself for that one later, but for now, your brain was short wiring. niall was currently laying on his exercise mat, legs bent up at the knees, slightly spread, his arms straight up above his head, doing some sit ups with an exercise ball in his hands. and, since the universe wanted to punish you even more, with every flex of his abs, his hips would thrust up just a bit with the force of the movement. 

he was glistening, a sheen of sweat all over his skin, torso bare for your eyes to ogle. and when did your drip of excitement turn into a full fledged puddle of arousal ? how long had you been watching ? why are you quite literally feeling yourself leaking down your inner thighs ? 

it’s once he lays back down, taking a moment to breathe between sets, that you make your presence known. you weren’t exactly trying to, but a small whimper managed to escape your throat without permission. but really, his entire body was stretched out, muscles flexed, and if you look really closely, you can see the outline of his cock through his shorts. you really can’t be blamed.

niall’s eyes flick over to the door, noticing you, quirking his eyebrow, “what is it, love ?”

you bite your lip, heat rising on your cheeks at the prospect of being caught. however, niall was your boyfriend, had been for a long time, and moments like this don’t much embarrass you anymore, “d’you always look this good while you workout ?”

a loud breathy chuckle erupts from niall, echoing through the room, “gonna start joining me, sweet girl ?”

you squint at him, tilting your head to the side, looking at him with a playfully untrusting look, “was this your plan all along ?”

and so maybe he wanted to see if being a little louder than usual, a little more grunty than usual, would make you come over. and maybe he chose to forego his shirt, and maybe he spread his legs a tiny bit more than usual, in an effort to keep you around. “does it really matter now ?” he smiles innocently, “can see how wet your thighs are getting.”

“i hope you plan on doing something about that,” you smirk, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s antics.

“can’t do anything from way over there,” he hums, nodding his head in a come hither motion, “c’m’ere.”

as you finally step into the room, waltzing over to niall, he quickly reaches out for your ankles, his sheer strength taking over your moment of weakness, making you stop with your feet spread on either side of his head, eyes locked straight up between your thighs.

it was still early enough in the day, you hadn’t changed from your sleep shorts, tiny piece of fabric without any panties, something niall typically likes to tease you about, “why even wear anything if you’re gonna put those on,” he always drones on before bed.

but for now, he’s not complaining a bit, a fairly good view of your sopping cunt, peaking through the drenched fabric, arousal coating your inner thighs, “s’a good thing i’m parched,” he groans, hands gliding up your calves, stopping behind your knee, abruptly giving a tug, making your legs buckle. you squeak loudly, echoing through the room, as you were caught off guard, knees colliding with the mat underneath niall.

with your cunt sitting right above his face, niall groans, feeling the hot hot heat radiating off of you, “christ, and i thought i was warm,” he mumbles, his tongue darting out to lick along your skin.

he swirls around your thigh, taking his sweet time, lapping up any bit of arousal that’s made it way past your shorts, before moving onto the other thigh.

your legs were trembling, head tipped back, as your breathing accelerates. he was avoiding any area near your pussy, every ounce of your being aching for more. more tongue, more touches, more niall. more, more, more.

but once your skin was cleaned up, he pats your legs, groaning, “perfect post workout snack. think m’gonna jump into the shower now, baby.”

your eyebrows furrow immediately, because absolutely the fuck not, “like hell you are,” you quip, shuffling yourself until your centre is hovering right above his stiffening member. “you clean me, i clean you,” you murmur, leaning down over him.

and just like he did for you, your tongue slowly laps up the beads of sweat over his stomach and chest, feeling the ridges of his abs with every stroke. 

your eyes flutter shut, the musky, heady scent of sweaty man wafting through the air, the salty taste on your tongue, it was doing things you never could have imagined. not once had you really given workout niall a chance like this, something he always does much too early in the morning for your liking. but the more you were delving into it, the more your brain was swirling with want. with need.

you couldn’t stop, too caught up in licking as much of him as you could, tongue flicking over his nipples, mouth attaching to his pulse point. 

and it was working. you were teasing him right back. his telltale little breathy pants huffing against your ear whenever you were close to his neck, fingernails indenting your hips, his cock now painfully hard.

you’re not even sure niall’s noticed that his hips have started rolling, searching for any sort of relief, something you’re not too keen on giving into quite yet. 

so a moment later, you pull away, coming to a stand, “better get that shower going, we have some things to do today.”

niall scrubs his face in his hands, groaning loudly for a moment, before getting up with you. and as quick as a flash, he’s got you scooped up in his arms, running off.

you squeal again, laughing loudly, as he whips down the hall, around the corners, and into the washroom. he quickly closes the door behind himself, setting you down on your feet, pinning you against the wall, “can forget about all those things you have planned today. gonna be too busy.”

you hum, your body melting against the wall, as niall’s mouth leaves a trail of open mouth kisses over your shoulder and neck, teeth nibbling on the shell of your ear, “hmm tell me. tell me what we’re gonna do.”

“gonna start by showering with me,” he murmurs against your ear, “and if you’re a good girl, i might use the shower head on you.”

you whimper, nodding quickly, “please, fuck. what else ?”

niall tuts, shaking his head, “depends how good you are for me. now how about stripping down and washing me off in the shower ?”

“yes, yes anything. m’a good girl, i promise.”

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Masterlist

[buck-nialled]

Overboard - N. Horan Blurb

note: damn it feels good to be a gangster writing again holy moly does anybody still follow this account? summary: niall goes overboard for your birthday this year. (inspired by a similar event that happened for my actual birthday a couple of weeks ago). pairing: niall x gn!reader warnings: none wc: 507

“Hello there lover, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Niall’s voice was extra chipper when answering your phone call. The stares and whispers around the office all in credit to your (normally spacious) desktop being dwarfed by edible arrangements, extravagant floral displays, foil balloons, teddy bears, and small white note cards all with a single culprit’s signature printed at the bottom; each new thing pointed out by one of your colleagues makes the growing heat behind your cheeks that much hotter.

It’s safe to say your husband’s tone isn’t due to his morning cup of tea.

“Niall, what the hell?” You demand in a hiss.

“Woah, woah! What’s with the use of my government name? Where’s this sudden aggression coming from?” He’s playing coy, but all you can hear through the phone is how big his smile is growing.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” Did he want to play coy? You could play the part just as well. He’s quiet and it's obvious that you’ve cornered him in his own trap.

“Just tell me, do you like the roses or lilies better? Because I was fightin’ day and night with myself on what to surprise you with.” His accent grows thicker in his question, and it leaves you frozen with the exception of a few hard blinks.

“So instead of choosing one flower, you decided to open a whole gift shop on my desk at work?” You pluck one of the plush toys teetering on the corner and cringe at the high voice that emanates from it. “I love you bear-y much!”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You sigh with a shake of your head. At this point, you were finding it hard to keep your smile at bay. Each new detail you noticed encouraged the knots in your stomach to tighten and your love for the man on the phone to grow fonder.

“Who’re you telling? I didn’t know that thing talked!” Niall is now astonished by how he’d outdone himself.

“Just promise me this is all I’ll be getting today. I don’t think I can handle any more attention.” You plead.

“Well…” he starts.

“Niall…” your tone is on the fence of a warning, cueing his cheeky laugh to finally break free from his throat.

“I promise, I promise. No more surprises.” The reassurance he offers you is short-lived, though. Because the next thing you know…

“Is there a Y/N Y/L/N here?” A group of smiling patrons enters the building and is directed to you. As they march closer to where you are sitting, you can faintly make out the lettering on their shirts to be the uniform of a singing telegram service.

“Niall…” There is no room for mercy in your voice now. Your husband clears his throat.

“I should let you go, it sounds important. See you later, lover!” The phone call ends with a click and your mouth is agape as the choir proceeds into an extravagant rock ballad you would be scolding Niall for seeking out later.

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Request: Can you do a Louis Tomlinson imagine where y/n and Louis announce they are dating

[iguana-eyanna]

Baby Girl

Pairing: Niall Horan x curvy reader

Summary: after a night of drinking, you and Niall realize that you're more than flirtatious friends

Warnings: mature themes, explicit language and unprotected sex.

The music was thumping, the bass reverberating through the club as Niall and you made your way to the bar. You were both a little tipsy, having indulged in a few too many drinks during the night out with their friends. The playful banter that had become both your trademark was in full swing, as you teased each other with witty comebacks and flirtatious remarks.

"I swear that these heels would be the death of me." You said out loud.

"Thought you had that spot reserved for me?" Niall asked, smirking as he closed in.

You rolled your eyes as you turn around, grinding in front of him seductively.

"Try all you want lover boy, but you can't handle all of this." You said, biting your bottom lip as your cheeks heated up.

Niall couldn't deny of how much he needed you.

"I'll do my best."

You met on the Voice where you did a guest appearance. He thanked Kelly as you were a guest on her show to promote your latest album. Once you said you were a fan of the singing competition show, Kelly invited you with no hesitance. You kicked it off with the other judges as Kelly introduced you to Niall after the show. He was blown away by your voice and the way you brightened up the room.

You two kicked it off quite strongly, already skipping the awkward of meeting someone for the first time. Everyone witnessed it. Tabloids and late night shows were already skeptilizing that you two were an item. Kelley, Chance, and Blake would even tease Niall when he was tying the knot with you.

All he could do was chuckle and shake his head.

But tonight, with the alcohol fueling his emotions, he found himself looking at you differently. Everything about you was beautiful to him, and he couldn't help but admire how you carried yourself with such grace and charm.

As you stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender to take their order, Niall's gaze lingered. You were wearing a stunning green dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to touch you, to taste your lips.

Niall leaned in closer to your ear, whispering with his husky voice. "What can I get you, Baby Girl?"

Your cheeks flushed at Niall's sudden change in tone. You were used to your flirty banter with him, but the way he called you "baby girl" sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him either, and the alcohol was making your inhibitions slip away.

"You know what I like," you replied, with your voice slightly breathless.

Niall ordered drinks and you two found a quiet corner to sit in. As the night went on, your conversation grew more intimate, and touches more lingering.

"I never realized you wanted to be an author." Niall asks when he just asked you what occupation you would do if you didn't pursue music.

"Yeah, I really loved to write stories when I was kid. When I got older, I took every opportunity just to write. Had to wake up from that dream when my University denied to publish one of my works I was most proud of."

"Hey." Niall said, placing a gentle hand on your thigh.

"They don't deserve to have your works publish, you can do that yourself, cause you know why? You're the most talented, gorgeous person I know. Those who say otherwise can come through me." Niall said, defending your honor.

The sexual tension between you two was palpable, and Niall found it harder and harder to resist the temptation to kiss you.

You could visibly see him staring at your lips, but you realized that this wasn't the right moment.

With enough drunken courage, you dared to say the sentence that would change your friendship forever.

"How far is your place from here?"

Before he knew it, you were both outside, the cool night air hitting you two as you stumbled towards an Uber. Niall's hand found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You didn't protest, instead leaning into his touch, your own hands gripping his shoulders. The ride felt like an eternity, as you tried to take your hands away from him but you couldn't.

When you reached Niall's apartment, the moment of truth arrived. Niall hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been one for casual hookups, but he couldn't deny these feelings stirring inside his chest. And the way you looked at him with those dark, longing eyes made him lose all reason.

Without another word, Niall pulled the reader into his apartment and closed the door behind them.

You leaned towards the wall as you tried to untie the strings of your heels.

Niall closed the distance between you and whispered to you.

"Let me."

He slowly bends and unties the wraps around your legs. You look down, thinking this is the most sexiest thing anyone has down for you. Once he was done, you lift his chin up to connect your eyes back to his.

"I need to know what we're about to do isn't a mistake. I don't to be a regret."

Niall got up, hovering as his hand leaned over you as your back laid flat to the wall.

"You will never be a regret. I want this, and I want you... more than you know."

Without hesitation, your lips crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss, hands roaming each other's bodies with urgency. The heat between the two of you was electric, as the desire for each other reached a fever pitch.

Niall's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he whispered against your lips, "You're mine, baby girl."

Your breath hitched at his words, and found yourself melting into Niall's embrace. His hands traveled to the back of your dress, trying to find your zipper as you tried unbuckling his pants.

You both staggered upstairs half dressed as you landed onto his bed. His piercing blue eyes try to memorize every part of your skin. All was left was your underwear and Niall had to resist from tearing it straight off your body. He uses his finger to drag down the little material and trailed it down your legs.

He released a breath, sitting up a bit. He combs his fingers through your hair and kisses you softly. You melt under his hot touch as you closed your eyes. Niall hastily undresses himself soon he finds his hands on your waist, steadying you on top of him.

You gasp as you began to feel him within you. His hands hold you tighter as you began to have a steady rhythm.

"God, you're fuckin''- perfect." Niall huffs out.

You smirked down at him as you bite your bottom lip.

"I can say the same about you..." you teased.

Niall became undone with your words. Your confidence, your beauty, and damn that luscious body - all he could see was stars.

You thought the same about him: the way he held you so tenderly and how his eyes looked up to you like you were a goddess.

You both wished that the night wouldn't end.

By the end, you two were breathless (almost lifeless too.) You laid down next to him, placing a hand on Niall's heaving chest.

"Next time, you're on top." You said, catching your breath.

Niall looks over at you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Next time?" He asks.

"Well, we'll just see by morning." You said, knowing he's teasing you as you're already sinking in the pillow next to him.

His hands glue back to your side as he pulls you in.

"Oh, you'll like what I have planned," he said before you two drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you felt light-headed as you turned around to meet Niall. He was nowhere to be found. You thought he somehow left for work but you were gladly wrong when you saw him coming in shirtless, holding a tray of breakfast and drinks.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted coffee or juice, so I made both." Niall said, walking towards the bed and laid the breakfast tray on the mattress.

You smile , holding the blanket over your chest as you sat up.

"It's definitely a coffee morning." You said, grabbing the mug.

"Wanted treat my baby girl." he said as he grabbed the other glass, taking a sip.

"Thank you Ni, you're definitely the sweetest man I ever met." You said, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

His cheeks grew red by your action, so he took your free hand and kissed it.

"I want to spend these mornings with you, and hopefully to be with you if you'd like to." He asks, his heart slightly thumping as he awaits your answer.

You place the coffee down by his nightstand and turn to him, smiling like you're lovesick.

"I'd like that very much." You said, as you two began to kiss and laid down on the bed.

Let's just say the breakfast Niall just made was long forgotten.

[justmeinatree]

To Wake Up By Your Side

Summary : Part 2 to Empty As A Bottle Of Wine … the morning after.

TW : smut

Word Count : 1.2k

A/N : i had no plan to do a part 2. but i got stoned, jumped on tumblr and saw that @strawnarrries rebloged with the tag “need more right now” so here we are ✌️

GIF : @horansqueen

you feel yourself start to wake, your eyes fluttering open to land on niall’s face. you smile softly, your eyes gently shutting again as you remember that he came home last night. well, more like this morning.

realization dawns on you and before you really have time to process it, your body clenches around niall’s cock. still tucked snuggly into you. 

a wave of heat shoots down to your centre, your breath hitching, as all of this really registers with your sleep fogged brain.

you hitch your thigh higher, hooking your leg up from his hip to his waist, your foot pressing him impossibly closer.

the sudden movement and tiny whimper that leaves your lips, stirs niall from his sleep. you feel his thumb brush against the skin of your back, his arm thrown over you to keep you close through the night. 

his eyes scrunch up tight for a moment, blinking open quickly, before shutting them again. “was supposed to wake up first. use my mouth and all that,” niall mumbles in a sleepy state. 

the gravelly tone to his voice from his sleep dry throat, the thickness of his accent, the slow puffing up of his cock. another wave of heat pools between your legs, your arousal starting to coat niall’s member.

it’s not until your cunt clenches around him, that he even realizes he’s still tucked into you. a breathy moan escapes his lips, his nose rubbing against yours, “fuck, but this’ll do just fine.”

you whine, nodding, as your hand grips into his hair, lips slotting with his. and it’s so slow. both of you revelling in it. taking the time to indulge in what you’ve so painfully missed for the last 3 months of niall’s touring.

niall’s tongue slips its way through your lips, petting over your tongue, making you moan into his mouth, hips bucking and starting to grind on him.

his hand slides down your back to your hip, stilling you. he pulls away from the kiss, giving you a moment to catch your breath as he plants a soft peck on the corner of your lips. “dont want you to move yet,” he whispers, leaving a series of soft kisses down your cheek to your jaw.

you feel a tremble work it’s way through your body, your pussy clenching on him again, making niall’s breath catch in his throat, softly nipping at your jaw. 

your thigh starts to shake, feeling so much him. the soft series of kisses he’s trailing down the column of your throat, the only movement he’s allowing himself. and with his tight hold on you, you couldn’t move even if you tried.

not that you want to. you’ve never felt so full. full of cock, full of joy, full of love. you silently wish you could spend the rest of your life just seethed on him.

“can’t stop,” you whisper breathily, gasping lightly for air. your cunt is literally throbbing around him, pulsing so hard with every press of niall’s lips to your throat.

“can’t stop what, petal,” niall whispers against your skin, between kisses, nose gently tracing patterns into your neck as he speaks. “can’t stop trembling ?” kiss. “can’t stop moaning ?” kiss. “can’t stop squeezing my cock ?” 

this time instead of a kiss, his tongue lays flat against the base of your neck, licking up the column of your throat, up to your chin, avoiding your lips as he pulls his face just too far out of reach. 

you whine loudly, a shiver running down your spine, your heat clenching harder around him. 

“fuckin christ, you really cant stop, hmm ?” he asks quietly, his prick constantly being gripped on. as if your pussy wanted to suck him in deeper. if it were even at all possible.

“so full, ni,” you whimper, your breath hitching. “fucking-, so good. feels like my body’s burning.”

“sound like you’re gonna cum, pretty girl,” he groans, leaning in to crash his lips against yours. he can’t help himself, he’s so fucking needy for you. 

niall bites into your bottom lip, tugging on it, “gonna be a good girl aren’t you ?” he asks, mouth ghosting over yours. “clenching so fucking hard on me. using me to cum. just like this. c’mon, be my good girl.”

“can’t,” you whimper loudly, lungs gasping for air. “fuck, s’not enough. need more, need more, please.”

he shakes his head no, his nose flicking yours back and forth, as he does. “s’my first day back. you’re gonna be a good girl for me. no matter how long it takes,” he murmurs against your ear, watching you squirm in his hold.

a loud, needy whine works its way out of your throat, your nails scratching down any bit of niall’s skin you can reach. you were so close. right on the edge. so close to the edge your toes were basically hanging over, feet teetering back and forth, but never taking the final plunge.

“help me,” you whimper, your body trembling on overdrive, trying to work your hips into his for any sort of movement, any friction, fucking anything.

“start begging, petal,” niall coos against your ear, his tongue pointed and licking over the shell of your ear.

“please,” you breathe out, without so much as a second thought. willing to do absolutely anything to be able to cum. you’ve been full of his cock since you shut your eyes around 5am. based on the reflection of the sun in your room, you’d guess it’s now mid to late afternoon.

“fuck, ni, honey, please. can’t anymore. hurts. fuck, fuck, i need to cum. need you. please, please, need to cum, ni, please, fuck, plea-“ your cut off by the press of niall’s lips against yours. 

“keep begging like that and i’ll be the one cumming,” he groans. “tell me what you need, petal.”

“just- just,” you breathe frustratedly, trying to wiggle your hips, just enough to get some friction to your clit. a breathless moan leaves you as your bundle of nerves finally feels the dragging pressure it’s been craving.

niall keeps his hold tight on you, not letting your hips thrust, only giving you the opportunity to rut your body against his.

“gave you what you wanted,” he murmurs, lips slotting with yours. “please let me feel you cum, pretty girl. been fuckin craving it for months.”

finally. fucking finally. you feel your trembling body start to seize up as the burning string inside you snaps. 

your jaw goes lax as you gasp for air, your inner walls clamped down so tight on niall’s cock, your brain cant seem to focus on anything else. 

niall’s face buries itself in your hair as you’ve tucked your head in his chest, groaning from above you, “fuck, you’re such a good girl. missed you so much, petal.”

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[somebody-father]

https://michelle-513.suduso.com.cn/ra/wbFInuC

[justmeinatree]

Empty As A Bottle Of Wine

Summary : niall gets home from tour. you’ve missed each other incredibly.

TW : cockwarming

Word Count : 2k

GIF : @horansqueen

you were pouring your fifth? sixth? cup of coffee as the chime on your clock went off. you looked over at the time, showing it was 4am. 

it seemed a bit ridiculous really, waiting up so late. after niall’s show last night, he jetted off to your place for his 2 week break. he would be exhausted and seeing as you’ve lost count of the amount of coffees you drank, you’re pretty tired too. but honestly, nobody would be able to sleep knowing he was finally on his way. this was by far the longest stretch away since you two met and you’re more than ready to feel his touch again.

you weren’t in an official relationship yet, both too busy flirting and lusting to make a serious move. it was both your faults really. you weren’t sure that you were ready for the incredibly grandiose life change that would come with publicly dating niall. and him, well, you weren’t quite sure why he never made the move, but you do know he had been burned bad in the past. 

long nights were spent listening to him pour his heart out about how the others never got him, had a hard time being thrusted into celebrity status, and just had difficulty adjusting to his hectic schedule. you can imagine it being difficult not knowing where in the world your boyfriend was, but isn’t that why they made cell phones anyway? communication works both ways.

as niall steps into the house, he immediately smells the fresh coffee. he chuckles to himself, thinking that you set the timer on the machine before going to sleep, so that he could have a warm drink after his long night. he drops his bags at the door, not caring about getting them much further than the entrance. he runs his hand through his hair as he rounds the corner into your kitchen. it’s fairly dimly lit, just a few candles spread out and some soft lighting, seeping in from the living room. he notices you perched on the counter, coffee mug in hand as you’re taking a sip. 

it takes him a moment, through bleary, sleep deprived eyes, to notice that you’re there, awake. “hey nialler”, you speak quietly, with a small smile on your face. he lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he makes his way over to you. he wordlessly wraps you up in his arms, tucking his face in your neck. he squeezes you tightly, breathing in your sweet scent. a mix of your honey scented shampoo, lavender body wash, plus the lingering coffee and it’s just so you. he holds you tighter, afraid that you might slip away if he lets go of you.

your arms are wrapped around his body, one hand snaking into his hair, holding him close to you. you’ve been strong the last few months, keeping yourself busy. the less you think of him, the less you can miss him. but now that he’s here, his arms wrapping your tiny frame, you realize just how terribly hard this time away from him has been. he’s your security blanket. his body wrapping yours up, his scent, his soft hair, it’s everything you didn’t know just how badly you needed.

you gently leave traces of kisses over his shoulder, giving his hair a little tug. he looks up at you, his eyes a little red, with the remnants of tears in them. 

you look at him a bit confused, running the pads of your thumbs under his eyes to collect any bits of tear drops left behind.

“what’s wrong ni ? this is a happy moment, isn’t it?” you ask quietly, pecking the tip of his nose.

he lets out a little breathy chuckle, shaking his head, “ it’s the happiest moment,” he sighs contently. “hello my beautiful girl,” he mumbles, softly pressing his lips to yours.

you return the kiss, slotting your lips with his, letting them drag together lightly. you both try to convey just how much you missed each other, his hands giving your hips a squeeze.

you both pull apart, giving his bottom lip an extra little suck as you rest your forehead against his. “seriously ni, why the teary eyes?” you ask again.

he huffs a little bit of air, his hand coming up to cup your jaw as his thumb strokes your cheek. “i think it’s all just crashing hard. didn’t realize how much i missed ya, petal. how much this feels more like home than any of my actual houses”, he chuckles. “i’m so sorry i was gone so long, i promise it’ll never be like that again,” he mumbles, eyes locking with yours.

you can feel how much power he’s trying to put behind those words. how much he wishes it were true. but you both knew that neither of you had control over his schedule.

your hands cup his jaw, thumbs rubbing his cheeks as you give him a small smile. your hands trail down his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms. you give his hands a squeeze as you lock eyes with him again. “ni, don’t make promises you can’t keep. this was honestly harder than i thought it was gonna be, and i really don’t wanna bring my hopes up,” you murmur. “and fuck, also, please don’t ever apologize for doing what you love,” you add with a little more vigour. 

you decided long ago that no matter what would happen with niall, you would never get in the way of him doing what he loves. 

he pulls you into him, squeezing you tightly again, a lump forming in his throat. he realizes in that moment, that he had been so focused on not letting this become something that could potentially break his heart, that he had been breaking it himself. he knew what kind of girl you were, he knew that you were exponentially different than the others, and hearing you say those words broke him. 

“i’m keeping my promise,” he whispers into your neck. “i’ll fly you around the world if i have to, we are never going 3 months without seeing each other again. that’s a fucking promise, petal.”

he crashes his lips onto yours, his hand gripping the back of your head to keep you as close as possible. 

this kiss felt different. you knew it in your heart, there was no going back. a silent agreement that this was it. you were both going to let this happen, you simply couldn’t stop it anymore. 

he grips you under your legs, hoisting you up into his arms, carrying you upstairs. he nibbled on your neck the entire way, peaking over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t bumping into anything. 

he laid you down on the bed, getting on top of you, kissing you deeply. your hands ran down his back, slipped under his shirt and rubbed over his smooth skin. you felt shivers trailing behind your fingers, making you smile softly into the kiss. 

he breaks away from your lips, rolling onto his side next to you, pulling you into him, his fingers scratching lightly at your scalp, face buried into your hair. you grip his hip, pulling him infinitely closer to you, making him chuckle lightly, “the sun’s coming up love, and as much as i want this, m’fucking exhausted. and m’sure you are too. how about a little nap now and later i’ll wake ya up with my mouth on you?”

you whimper, throwing your leg over his waist, digging your heel into his ass, needing him so badly. needing the closeness and the intimacy you’ve been so intensely craving over the last few months.

he chuckles again, this time a little more breathily, his cock twitching at being pressed up against your heat for the first time in so long. “not tired darling?” he hums.

“m’exhausted,” you mumble. “but i need to feel you close ni.”

he hums, nodding his head, understanding how you feel. tonight is so so different for both of you. you can feel the shift of lusty flirting and needy sex to the strong passionate need you both have for each other. the kind of love where all your insecurities don’t matter because you have each other.

he taps your arm lightly, sitting himself up in bed, “got an idea pet,” he smiles, taking all of his clothes off and getting under the blankets. “join me?” 

you look at him questioningly, shimmying your clothes off. you weren’t about to say no, but still, “thought you were too tired?”

“m’not fuckin ya yet,” he chuckles. “but i want to feel close too. are ya wet petal?” he hums against your ear as you slip under the blankets as well. 

you whimper again, closing your eyes. you absolutely loved when he called you petal. he smiles knowingly, his mouth and fingers lightly trailing over your skin. from your jaw to your neck, down your shoulders and in the valley of your breasts. he pauses his mission for a moment, giving some attention to your left nipple while his fingers work at your right one. he sucks gently, leaving little nips, watching your head fall back, letting out a breathy moan, “missed your mouth on me.” 

you grip his hair, tugging a bit at the roots, making a mental note to ask him to keep growing it a tiny bit. the thickness of his locks with the current swoopy look was enough to get you going. 

he smirked up at you, pulling away from your chest. he kisses you again, nibbling on your bottom lip, “hmm love kissing you. it’s fucking intoxicating.”

you moan against his mouth as his fingers start gently swiping over your slit. he’s not using any pressure, letting his fingers slowly swirl around your opening, collecting your wetness.

“missed me love?” he hums, making you nod your head. “think you’re wet enough” he adds, pulling his fingers away. you whine at the loss, until he grips your thigh, pulling you flush to him. 

you’re both facing each other, laying on your sides, your leg thrown over his waist, his semi hard cock pressing against you.

he kisses you again, having missed the feel of your lips so badly. he reaches around you to grip his cock, pressing the head against you, making you moan into his mouth, your hips bucking instinctively to feel more of him. 

he slowly bottoms out, his cock fully settled inside you. your head is spinning at the feel of him. you had used some toys while he was away, but nothing compares to the warm feeling of real flesh inside you. 

you’re seeing stars, gripping onto him tightly as he grunts out, “fuck, petal, i can feel you throbbing.” 

you breathe heavily, digging your face into his neck, so overwhelmed with emotion that you start trembling lightly. 

niall rubs your back soothingly, his cock buried deep inside you, staying completely still, murmuring in your ear, “s’just me love. m’right here with you - fuck, you’re so warm,” he breathes out. “does it feel good pet? you’re trembling.”

you breathe out a whiny moan into his neck. “christ niall, i can’t stop squeezing around you. s’so so good. so close to you ni, s’fucking good” you babble, your head a little fuzzy.

“i feel you love,” he hums. “m’not going anywhere. can sleep like this, yeah ? stay nice and close.”

you nod, loving being so full. full of him. he’s here, he’s back, and you’re not sure what the next step is, but you know you’re taking it with him and that’s good enough. 

you slowly drift off to sleep, niall humming a soft tune, so incredibly excited to spend the next couple weeks with each other.

Part 2

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Masterlist

[loversipod]

Zoom Call

Summary: Niall and y/n are in a long distance relationship and call every night, but one time he got caught up in work and forgot how late it will be by her when he finally does.

Pairing: boyfriend!niall x reader

Wordcount: 550

Trigger warnings: none

Y/n waited all day for Niall to call her. But he didn't, maybe he forgot it. They are in a long-distance relationship, and she is still waiting for a proposal, but he said he waits a bit more until they can live together again.

Instead of sitting the whole time before the laptop and waiting, she decided to do her skincare and get herself ready for bed. Niall is living in another time zone due to his job. He loves his job, but sometimes all he wants is to spend more time with his girlfriend instead of traveling around the world and doing concerts.

He hates to be apart from her. And she does too.

After two hours he still hasn't called and y/n falls asleep. She’s too tired to stay up and wait. Y/n hates time zones. She hates that she can’t be with him or see him whenever she wants, but breaking up isn’t an option; they're both too much in love.

Niall is the love of her life.

Her phone started ringing, she opened her eyes a little bit and searched for the phone, but it wasn't the ringing that came from there. It was Niall calling her.

It took her a while to open her eyes properly and adjust back to the light. She answered his call and he saw the dreamy look on her face. The dreamy look he loves so much. He loves the way her eyes look at him and her lips in that small smile. “Hey, did you sleep well?” He whispers, he doesn't want to be too loud and wake her completely up. She nods, “sorry I got caught up in work.” The dreamy look on her face is so beautiful. He already took a picture.

“Did my skincare and couldn’t stay up,” she spouts. “It's so late here.”

“I know and I am sorry,” he apologies to her, “soon.”

She smiles shortly. “Promise?”

He showed his finger and it made her giggle, “pinky promise,” They talked about everything, from what they had for lunch, to what was the best part of their day (the call). How much they miss each other and how much they love the other person more everyday.

They are perfect for each other.

Y/n mentioned that she loves him and wants to start a family when he’s back and he has the best reaction she saw.

Her boyfriend was so adorable she had to take a picture.

They talked for so long that y/n couldn’t keep her eyes open. She tried her best to stay awake, to talk more but her body didn’t allow her. One thing she didn’t hear was that he’ll come home in two weeks, her eyes were already closed and her eyes shut down. So it will be a perfect surprise for her.

He sang her to sleep and ended the call with a big grin on his face. He’s so happy to see her every day, even when it’s just on the screen of his laptop or phone, but better than not seeing her at all. He loves her too much to only call once in a while. They both need those calls.

After every call, they feel better and more loved by the other one.

[justmeinatree]

Extra - Made Of Something New : Italy, night 2

Summary : an extra to the made of something new series, following this chapter.

TW : smut, cockwarming

Word Count : 2k

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“you’re supposed to be looking at the sunset,” you hum playfully, as niall pulls you to sit on his lap, your bum pressed back against him, his lips trailing over your shoulder.

you were finally taking advantage of the hot tub on the patio, niall insisting that you let the hot water and the jets help soothe your muscles. and you assured him that just because you had slightly rougher sex, you were absolutely fine, absolutely blissed out more like, but how could you resist the opportunity to have niall dot on your for a bit ?

and really he had gone all out. while you were inside, slipping into your bikini, niall was outside lighting the fairy lights and the fire, pouring some wine for the both of you, getting the hot tub set at just the right temperature. when you stepped out, you were greeted with a beautiful smile and his extended hand holding a wine glass.

“lights and fire already ? sun’s not even set yet,” you giggle, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his chin.

“didn’t want to have to get out later,” he smiles, “gonna be too busy making you feel good.”

and now that you were sitting in the warm water with him, jets bubbling around you, you kept teasing him about yesterday’s missed sunset, “v’seen plenty of sunsets,” he murmurs against your skin. “and i’ll keep seeing plenty. but you, m’not quite so lucky.”

you relax back into him, melting at his words, his hands rubbing soothingly up and down your back, lips trailing over your warm, dampened skin.

“turn around, pretty girl,” he murmurs against your ear, nipping against the lobe, holding onto your hips, as he helps your shuffle through the water so that your thighs are on either side of his, straddling him.

his fingers reach out of the water, gliding down your cheek, “beautiful,” he whispers, softly pressing his lips to yours.

you have no idea how long he’d been kissing you. it was so easy to get lost in him, your body giving into him at a mere touch. and the way he uses his teeth to softly nibble into the plushness of your bottom lip, or the way he strokes your tongue with his to taste you, even the playful stinging of his nails digging into your skin, you were complete mush for him.

the thing he’ll never be able to tell you, is that he’s complete mush for you too, and the moments he has to completely get lost in you are getting harder to avoid. especially when he’s in your presence. he wants nothing more than to let himself give in, take advantage of every little opportunity he has with you.

it’s moments like these, where he’s got you straddling his lap, hands roaming your body, gliding over your hips and back, taking handfuls of you whenever he can, feeling your body pressed up against his, in a desperate attempt to get any bit closer, it’s these moments that he wishes he could do this with you all day, every day. 

but moments like these, as comforting and soft as they were, your body reacted as any human body would. and you find yourself humming breathily against his mouth, fingers gripped into his hair even tighter, hips grinding down on their own accord.

“fuck,” niall breathes, his mouth suctioned to your neck, sucking and biting into your sensitive skin, tickling you, as he licks over the small bruise that’s forming. his hands poke out of the water, rubbing over your body, swiping over your bikini covered chest, to reach behind your neck.

quickly, with nimble fingers, he undoes the tie of your top, letting the upper half of your bikini fall down into the water, the long bits of fabric floating around both of you. 

niall’s fingers run down the chain around your neck, watching the glint in the small diamonds on the flower’s stem, before his hands fall on your breasts, giving a tentative squeeze, his fingers starting to tweak at your nipples. 

you lean your forehead against his, looking down between the both of you, eyes locked on his hands, and the kneading of your breasts. you bite your lip, feeling the rough callousness of his fingertips, in contrast to the softness of his palms, plus the rippling of the water around you, lapping at the underside of your sensitive skin. 

your mind was reeling, with the heat of the water, the buzz of the wine, the prickling of your skin, softness of niall’s touches, your body was caving fast. without so much as a second thought, you grind down harder onto niall, needing to be closer to him all of a sudden. 

instantly, you hear the groan work its way out of niall’s throat, his hands gripping hard into your hips to keep you still. “petal,” he whispers breathlessly, “not tonight, sweet girl. think we both need a break after this morning, yeah ?”

you whimper, somehow shuffling your body closer to his, elbows resting on his shoulders, hands up in his hair to keep him as near to you as you can, “need to be closer.”

he chuckles quietly, pecking your lips, “don’t think we can get closer than we are now, pet.” and he’s right, really. you probably couldn’t even slide a sheet of paper between your bodies. but, still, and even with that knowledge, your body was craving closeness. christ, if you could climb into him right now, you probably would. 

you whine quietly, your nose gliding down his throat, face tucked against the side of his neck, your arms wrapping tighter around him.

instinctively, niall’s arms wind themselves around your back, holding you to him, kissing the side of your head, “what is it, petal ?”

“just- i don’t know,” you murmur, a bit confused yourself by this sudden neediness, but you weren’t sure how to make it go away. it was deep down, in the pit of your stomach. “i feel like i want to be closer to you. i don’t understand it, we’re like as close as we can be,” you giggle shyly. “s’this freaking you out ? i’m sorry,” you hum, a bit embarrassed, sitting yourself back on your bum against his thighs, a blush taking over your cheeks.

“no, stop,” niall shakes his head, fingers gliding over your arms soothingly. “don’t pull away if you want you to be closer, silly girl,” he chuckles, bringing you back into him, foreheads resting together. “maybe we should get out of the water ? can get cozier on the couch, by the fire,” he suggests.

“yeah, okay,” you smile, pecking over his lips, before lifting yourself up, your bikini top falling, as it’s only holding on by the bottom strap, making you both laugh. “fuck it,” you mutter, undoing the knot around your back, letting it fall entirely, strutting over to the couch.

niall laughs again, pulling himself out of the hot tub, following you to the fire, “m’not complaining.” he sits next to you, reaching over for the blanket, covering you both, protecting you from the nip of the night, contrasting your warmed skin.

“thank you,” you hum, smiling at him, the light of the fire casting a flicking glow over niall’s skin. he was so beautiful, it made your stomach flip. feeling the warmth of his skin under your palm, as you shuffle closer to him, your hand rubbing over his chest, head resting against his temple.

“c’mon, gotta get closer than that,” he murmurs lightly, turning his face to peck over your cheek. “you were much closer in the water and it wasn’t enough. this is nothing,” he hums, shuffling you both so that his back is against the armrest, pulling you against him, your head tucked into his neck, legs tangled with his.

you can feel niall’s arms winding around your body, holding you tightly against him, and for a moment you can feel yourself sigh in content. until a moment later, you’re itching to be even closer.

niall feels you tossing around in his arms, his face burying in your hair, “not enough is it ?”

“i’m really sorry,” you whisper, staying still, “fuck, I’ll control myself.”

“told you to stop that,” he laughs, shaking his head, an idea popping into his mind. he wants nothing more than to satiate your need, make you feel the comfort you’re searching for. as embarrassed as you seem, he wants you to know that it’s okay. that he’s honoured you’re feeling good enough in his presence to let your walls down. “what if- fuck, just go with me, petal.”

you nod your head, eyes flicking over to his, as he shuffles you both, placing you again, this time laying down on your side, your back to his front, both of you facing the fire, the blanket covering you from your chest down.

niall struggles momentarily to get his swim shorts down, kicking them off his legs, doing the same for your bottoms, a confused hum leaving your lips, “thought you didn’t-“

“- s’not what m’doing,” he hums, shaking his head. “gotta go with it, pretty girl,” he kisses along the back of your shoulder, his tongue tentatively poking out to taste you, his fingertips lightly gliding over your tummy and hips.

you moan softly, your body relaxing completely against his, niall nipping against your skin, knowing exactly what he’s doing to work you up just enough. 

he grips into your thigh, hooking it back and over his hip, his cock nestled against your slit. he can feel the moment the air leaves your body, clearly a moment of pure content, and quite possibly the beginnings of the relief you were after.

niall’s tongue keeps tentatively licking over your shoulder, his nose gliding against your neck, hips rocking against you, the tip of his cock catching against your clit.

your thighs tremble, biting your lip to keep a moan in, trying to keep yourself from getting too worked up, knowing full well that his plan doesn’t end in sex. no matter how much it currently seems like it will.

“gonna be as close as we can get,” niall whispers against your ear, his hand between your legs to slowly guide his cock inside you. 

a loud moan of relief echoes around the patio, feeling ecstatic that the neighbours are much too far to hear you, as you finally feel the pit in your stomach lessen.

once niall’s cock is pressed as deep inside you as he can get, his arm winds its way around your body, hand splayed against your chest, fingertips rubbing against your breasts, “s’this what you needed, pet ?”

you nod, a small whimper choking its way out of your throat, “fuck this is perfect,” you breathe, “how’d you know ?”

“just had a feeling,” he murmurs, feeling the need for this moment to stay quiet. “fuck, s’good innit ?” he adds, a bit breathless himself, your cunt sucking him in impossibly more and more.

“the best,” you sigh contently, your eyes closing, feeling this moment deep in your soul. you’d never felt so close to someone, so heated, so comfortable. 

you can feel niall nodding against your neck, his lips unable to leave your skin, his cock pressed so deep inside you, filling you up just right, connecting the two of you in an intimacy you’d never experienced before. 

the warmth the fire was radiating over you both, mixed with the sheer explosion of heat coming from inside you. the stretch from niall’s cock, mixed with the expanding feeling in your heart. your entire body was trembling lightly, emotions on overdrive, and yet you’d never been so content. never even thought you could be so satiated by someone’s unmoving cock inside you. 

“y’trembling, lovely,” he coos.

“can’t stop, ni,” you turn your face to kiss along his jaw, “v’never felt better.”

“fuck,” he whispers, a slight gritty groan to it, the constant constricting clench of your cunt around his cock, somehow feeling like a tight grip on his heart. “m’so lucky, so fuckin lucky to have you in my life. never taking you for granted,” he murmurs against your skin. “don’t think i’ve ever felt so close to someone, no one i’d rather be with right now.”

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