niallhoranusa

[niallhoranusa]

Welcome to the Show -Part 3

We are back!

WARNINGS: drinking, grinding, cursing, dirty dancing, some flirting, some angst, I think that's it.

wc: 6951

read the series here

Tour was finally here and you hadn’t talked to Niall since his confession. You were afraid you would kiss him and it would just complicate everything. You knew you had to talk to him eventually, especially if you were dressing him for every show.

You took a deep breath before you got into an Uber and headed to the venue where the tour buses were. Luckily, the first stop was only one state over, so you didn’t have to fly yet. You weren’t the biggest fan of flying.

You packed some bags for yourself, and brought more outfits that you had sewn up for Niall, and finally arrived on the tour buses. You had been on one with some of the crew members. They were all nice and excited for the tour. But, you were more nervous thinking about seeing Niall again. 

You had taken a bit of a nap, and when you woke up, you were at the venue, 13 hours later.

You got off the bus, with the help of the driver, took your bags, and the clothes you had left for Niall, and headed inside the venue. It was already bustling with people. You checked in, getting your lanyard, and then headed to the wardrobe room. Your room was a bit bigger than the others as you had a lot to work with. You spread everything out, leaving a few options for tonight, and adding the new clothes to the collection. 

Just as you had placed the last shirt on the rack, the door opened. You turned around slowly and saw a freshly-showered Niall standing before you with wet hair, and a towel around his waist. 

“Hey…. (Y/N),” he finally said after some quiet.

“Hello. Happy opening day!” 

“Thanks,” he smiled, running his hand on the back of his hair. “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“Mmmm,” you smiled.

“Is this what you picked out for tonight?” Niall asked, running his hands on the black silk tank top. 

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat. “That with the dark purple jeans and the Chelseas.” 

“I love it,” he smiled.

You smiled back. 

Niall got changed, turning around and quickly putting on his underwear, before turning back to you. 

You held up the shirt and Niall swam into it. Then, he put on his jeans and zipped himself up. He laced up his boots, making sure to double knot them. When he was done, he brushed his hair the way he wanted and he was done. 

You looked at him through the mirror and smiled. He caught your eye. “Honey, I’m sorry,” he said.

“What are you sorry for?” you distracted yourself with a shirt on the rack.

“I made things awkward between us,” Niall gave a half smile. 

You shook your head and shrugged. 

“I know I did because you didn’t text me back.” 

You swallowed. “I just… needed time to think.” 

Niall turned around and walked towards you. You turned to face him and you swallowed again. He caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Listen, it’s ok if you don’t feel the same way. I shooted my shot and that’s that. I’m not mad at you.” 

You looked down, but Niall lifted your face up. He looked up at the clock. “Shit. I’ve got to get on stage.” 

He made sure he looked good and grabbed onto the doorknob when you said, “I do though.” 

“What?” 

“I do… feel the same way. I’m just scared.”

A small smiled appeared on Niall’s face as he turned around. “Why are you scared?” 

“Because you’re my brother’s best friend and if something gets….fucked up between us, I don’t want Harry to have to choose. I can’t- I can’t do that to him,” you shook your head. 

Niall pouted. “I’ll always be in both your lives. No matter what.” 

“But, you’re my boss now too and I just…”

“So?” Niall shrugged.

You bit your lip. “Isn’t that like… not allowed?” 

“Says who?” 

You shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s just like common sense.” 

He gave a small shrug and smile. “Ok then (Y/N). I’ve got to go.” 

“Wait,” you said. 

And before you could think what you were doing, you were running up to him and kissing him. Niall’s arm wrapped around your back and he hummed into your mouth. The kiss lasted about 30 seconds before you pulled away. 

Niall had a dumb smile on his face now. “Sooo.” 

“Niall, ON STAGE NOW!” the stage manager was calling. 

“Meet me in my dressing room after the show. We’ll talk,” he said, before running out the door. 

You giggled to an empty door. OH MY GOD! You just kissed your brother’s best friend and he likes you back. This could be the best or the worst thing ever. 

You ran your hand down your face and fanned yourself as you made sure you looked ok in the mirror. You were sweating. You took a sip of your water and dipped some on your face. Phew!

Once you calmed yourself down, you walked out of the room and walked briskly backstage to where you could catch Niall performing, but not be seen by the crowd.

You came in halfway through the opening song, “Nice to Meet Ya.” That one was always one of your favorites. 

The more Niall moved around the stage, the more he sweated and the more you were getting turned on. He was incredibly talented, knew how to charm the crowd, and looked hella sexy while doing it. 

By the acoustic set, you had found a water bottle backstage and chugged it. If you were this worked up, you couldn’t imagine how worked up Niall was.

The concert was coming to an end, you snuck a peek at the setlist, and he only had one more song left. Despite it being one of your all-time favorites, “Slow Hands,” you decided to dip out and find Niall’s dressing room while everyone was distracted. 

It didn’t take you long after you found the correct hallway. His was the last door on the right. You turned the knob and closed the door behind you, letting out a big sigh. Once you were in the room, you didn’t know where to go. Should you just be standing there? Sit on the couch? Was he expecting you in his shower? You didn’t know. All you knew was that you heard people in the hallway, so you had to make a decision fast. You darted to the couch and sat on it, running your hands down your pant legs. 

A few minutes later, the door knob turned and your heart started to pound. When Niall entered, you calmed down a little, but not too much. “Hey!” he smiled. “I’m really glad you came,” he said, taking a swig of his water bottle. 

“Me too,” you said. After a few seconds of silence, “You were amazing out there.” 

“You watched?” he smirked. “Thanks.” 

“Of course I watched. Had to see if you needed any assistance in case your outfit tore or something,” you smirked. 

“Mmmmhmm,” Niall smirked, coming over to you. He took your hand and helped you stand up. You were now chest to chest and Niall’s hands were roaming your hips. “That’s exactly why you watched.” 

You giggled and put your arms around his neck. “Ok. I enjoyed watching you perform too and get all sweaty.” 

“Mmm. I figured,” Niall said, before his mouth was on yours. This kiss was much more passionate. Tongue was involved and you were both moaning. It lasted a lot longer than 30 seconds and was probably the hottest kiss you’ve ever had. 

When you finally pulled away to get some air, you were practically whimpering. Niall put his forehead against yours and smiled. “It’s ok that I kissed you, right?” 

You nodded. “Yes. Definitely.” 

“Good,” he said, pecking your lips. “Cause now that I’ve got a taste, I don’t think I could go without it.” 

You giggled again. “Niii.” 

He ignored you and started kissing your neck. You moved your hair away from your neck and he first placed light kisses on it, which turned into licks, and then full on bites and hickies. “You are so pretty, (Y/N). And you smell so good.” 

You knees buckled and Niall smirked. He took you to the couch and placed you on his lap. He kissed your neck again once he had you where he wanted you. You grabbed onto the back of his hair and moaned lowly. After a while, he moved to the other side of your neck and did the same thing. He then moved his mouth to your jaw and chin and then back up to your lips. 

Your lips were puffy and wet by the time the kissing had commenced. You were nervously playing with the neckline of Niall’s shirt as he stared at you. “What are you thinking about, honey?” 

“What… like what do you want this to be?” 

“What do you mean?” he asked, as he rubbed your hips. 

“Like… are we just going to make out in your dressing room when we feel like it, or actually date, or like… is it just like a sex thing?” you whispered the last part.

“What do you want it to be?” Niall asked.

You shrugged. “My head is still spinning from this whole thing. Are we even doing the right thing?” 

Niall pulled away. “Sorry. We can stop.” 

“No no! I just- like I said, I’m scared.” 

“(Y/N), look at me,” he said. You did. “You and Harry are two of the best people in my life. I’ll never let you guys go, no matter what happens.” 

“But, how can you say that? What if we date and we have a bad breakup and you… you never want to see me again?” 

Niall shook his head. “I don’t ever plan on breaking your heart.” 

“But, what if you do?” 

“Well, then maybe I don’t deserve to see you.” 

“But, Harry…” 

“Me and Harry will aways be brothers. Nothing’s going to change that,” he put a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Even though you just made out with his sister,” you said.

Niall chuckled. “Even that.” 

You sighed and thought about it. “Then, I’d really like to date you.” 

Niall smiled the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. He pecked your lips. “Me too. Fuck, (Y/N). Me fucking too.” 

You two made out a bit more until your lips were literally going to fall off. Niall took a quick shower and you scrolled on your phone. When he was done, he changed into comfy clothes and joined you on the couch. You laid on his lap and he ran his fingers through your hair. “So, how long have you liked me for?” 

You giggled. “Ni.” 

“I’m just curious.” 

“Since the seventh grade.” 

“That long? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Niall wondered. 

“Are you kidding? There was no way.” 

“Why not?” 

“Well, in middle school it was just a little crush and I figured it’d go away, but it didn’t,” you shrugged. “And then high school came along and you had a girlfriend and were super popular and well, we weren’t really in the same crowds.” 

Niall continued to listen, as his fingers combed your hair. “And then you got famous and you had a whole plethora of girls just throwing themselves at you. I figured I never even had a shot. Never thought you’d like little ol’ me.” 

“I’ve always liked you, honey.” 

“Really? For how long?” 

“Since the day I met you,” he said with such sincerity. 

“Yeah. Right.” 

“I mean it. I was going to walk up to you that day at the science fair before Harry walked up.” 

“Stupid, Harry,” you joked. Niall laughed. “So, why’d you wait?” 

“I didn’t think you’d like me back.” 

“What?” you sat up a bit. “Me? You’re way out of my league.” 

Niall nodded. “You are so far above my league, it’s insane.” 

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes.

“It’s true. And then you went off to college and we didn’t see each other for a bit. You were with that Chris guy. And I just… kept quiet.” 

You pouted. You were only with Chris to make Niall jealous, which apparently worked. 

“I wish you wouldn’t have,” you admitted. 

“Me too,” he said, lacing his fingers through yours. “But, I’ve got you now.” 

“Mmm,” you smiled. “You may have gotten to first base, but you still have to woo me on a date to get further.” 

Niall laughed. “I’ll take you on the best date of your life.” 

“I’ll take you up on that bet.” 

“Deal,” you shook on it.

This caused you to both laugh hysterically the rest of the night. When you were so tired, you couldn’t keep your eyes open, you grabbed your duffle from the wardrobe room and headed out to the tour buses.

There was no show tomorrow, so it was ok that you had a late night.

You were about to kiss Niall goodnight and go to your bus, when he pulled you closer to him. “Come sleep in my bus,” he pouted. 

“Am I allowed to?” you giggled. 

“Course you are.” 

“I won’t get in trouble?” 

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said, making a cross over his heart. 

You giggled, taking Niall’s hand and walking towards his bus. His was a lot nicer than the one you had arrived on, a lot bigger too. 

He immediately took his shirt off and shoes and hopped into bed. He patted the spot next to him. 

“Let me get changed first and then I’ll be right there,” you told him, taping your bag.

“Right. Yeah,” he got up off the bed. “Bathroom’s here. Or you can change here. Wherever you want.” 

You kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.” 

You walked into the bathroom and set your stuff down. You rummaged through until you saw your pajamas, hair ties, and makeup remover wipes. 

You got changed, put your hair up, and removed your makeup. When you finished, you walked out and put your bag on the little couch. Niall was beckoning you over to him. “Hold your horses, boy.” 

Niall beamed. You were finally settled and crawled into bed beside him. 

He kissed you gently. “Can’t believe I have you in my bed.” 

“Don’t get any ideas, Horan. Not until you take me on a date,” you said, pulling the blanket on top of you. 

Niall pouted. “Not even a little groping?” 

You smacked his chest and he laughed. 

“Good night, Niall.” 

“Good night, pretty girl,” he said, kissing your forehead. 

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled your legs onto his hips. “Is this ok?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good,” he said, running his hand along your leg. You hadn’t shaved in a few days and you had some stubble on your legs. Niall didn’t seem to mind though. 

He pulled you close to him and his scent made you go dizzy. You probably wouldn’t be getting a lot of sleep tonight. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you woke up, your neck was a bit stiff and your hair was messed up. Your face was plastered into Niall’s chest. When you stirred because you had to go to the bathroom, you accidentally woke Niall up. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

Niall smiled, giving you a peck. “Morning, pretty.” 

“Sorry I’d love to stay here, but I really have to pee,” you bit your lip. 

Niall chuckled. “Oh!” He let go of you and you used his tiny tour bus bathroom. You gargled with the mouthwash on the sink, went to the bathroom, washed your hands, and smoothed out your hair. 

When you walked back out, Niall was still in bed. You bit your lip. As you rummaged through your bag for clothes, Niall sat up. “Excited to start the day?” he chuckled. 

“I just figured I’d get dressed and give you some space.” 

“Why?” He rubbed his eyes. 

“Um…,” you shrugged. 

“Come back to bed, baby. I want to sleep some more.” 

You bit your lip and scurried back to bed. He lifted the blanket up. “Is it ok if I call you baby? It just kind of slipped out.” 

You nodded shyly. “You can call me whatever you want.” 

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” Niall growled. 

You giggled. “Ok. Sorry. Let’s go back to sleep.” 

Niall gave you another kiss and then you slept for a couple more hours. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you woke up for a second time, you saw a shirtless Niall whistling on his bus. He had a pan in his hand and flipped it before getting eggs out of his fridge. When you sat up, you stretched and rubbed your eyes. “Morning again, sleepy head.” 

“Morning,” you smiled. You shuffled out of bed and stood groggily next to Niall at the stove. “What are we having?” 

“Whatever your heart desires, love.” 

“Mmmm.” 

“Nothing too fancy. Only got a couple of ingredients here,” he pulled them towards him so you could see. You giggled. 

You bit your lip. “Do you know how to make French toast?” 

Niall scoffed, taking the loaf of bread and pulling slices out. “Do I know how to make French toast? Sit your cute tushy on that chair and watch. How many pieces do you want?”

You giggled as you sat down. “Two is fine.”

Niall nodded, cracked the egg in the pan, and began to make your French toast. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he did. The muscles in his back and arms twitched, he was humming some tune, and you really wanted to climb him like a tree.

No stop. This is not a good idea to have. Date first, then sexy stuff. You swallowed. You could do this. 

It didn’t take Niall long to make breakfast, so you were enjoying your French toast in no time. You had it with some coffee and Niall had the same.

All throughout breakfast, Niall just kept staring at you. “What?” you asked, as you chewed. “Do I have something in my teeth?” 

“No. You’re just the prettiest thing I’ve ever woken up to, so I figured I might as well take it in.” 

You rolled your eyes at the cheesy line, but inside your stomach was fluttering. “Nice try.” 

“What?” 

“You’re trying to compliment me to seduce me.” 

“Is it working?” he smirked. 

You hit him on his shoulder. “Ow! This isn’t going to work if you’re abusive.”

“Sorry.” You shuffled some food around on your plate before you said the next thing. “So, we never really defined this.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Us. What are we doing here?” 

“Eating breakfast.” 

“Niall, I’m going to hit you again. Be serious,” you folded your arms. 

Niall pulled your chair over next to him and put his arm around you, rubbing your side. “What do you want us to be?”

“Umm.” 

“Be honest now. You’re not going to scare me away,” Niall smirked.

“Ok,” you sighed. “I’d really like for us to date. Be exclusive. You know? I know we know a lot about each other, but why not learn more before we take it to the next level?” 

Niall nodded, wiping his mouth on a napkin. “Yeah. Sounds good to me. Except one condition.” 

“What’s that?” you asked, finishing your food. 

Niall leaned into you and whispered into your ear. “If you’re going to make me wait, you have to stop being so damn sexy.” 

You almost choked on your last piece. The swallow was a hard one, but it went down. You chuckled nervously and blushed profusely. “Oh. That- that’ll be easy because I’m not very sexy.” 

Niall didn’t respond. He just pulled you onto his lap and trapped your mouth in a kiss. But, it was a heated kiss, one that made your brain shut down for just a second. When his tongue entered your mouth, you yelped and Niall moaned. His hands roamed down your body, stopping at the top of your thighs. He was sucking on your tongue. Your lips smacked together and it was wet and hot. 

When he pulled away, he kissed your neck. “Don’t ever say that again, you hear me?” he asked in such a calm tone that you almost wondered if he was talking to you. You nodded. Niall picked his head up and looked you in the eyes. “God, you’re so sexy (Y/N).” 

You looked down in between the both of you and bit your lip. You felt giddy inside. You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. 

Niall smiled too. “You good?” 

“Yeah,” you shook your head. “I just can’t believe I’m in your lap and you want to date me and you’re kissing me and you think I’m sexy. Honestly, if I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up.” 

Niall chuckled and rubbed your thighs. “It’s all real, baby. I’m just sad we wasted so much time not telling each other how we really feel.” 

You shrugged. “I would’ve never if you hadn’t so…” 

“No?” Niall raised an eyebrow. “Scared of little ol’ me?” 

“Scared of getting rejected by you, yes. You are so out of my league.” 

“Please, (Y/N),” he rolled his eyes. “You have that all wrong.” 

“I don’t but we’ll agree to disagree.”

“Mmmm.”

You giggled and kissed him some more until his legs went number from you sitting on him. 

When you got up, you got kind of sad. “I guess you have to go to practice, right?” 

“Nope,” he threw his napkin in the trash can. “Got a day off today.” He beamed. “Any ideas on how I should spend it?” 

You intertwined your fingers with his. “Well, if you want to get past first base, you could take me on a date.” 

Niall stood up from the table so fast. “Yes! When and where. You tell me.” 

“Where are we again?” 

“We’re in Nashville, Tennessee, baby! Yeehaw!” he started to skip and pretend to ride a horse around the bus. 

You cracked up so hard you snorted. But you quickly caught yourself and stopped. Niall stopped too and smirked. “Did you just snort?” 

“No,” you said, hiding your face. 

Niall leaned down and tickled you. “Yes, you did. I heard you. You snorted.” He laughed and then you laughed from the tickling. When he finally let up on it, you calmed down. 

Niall was kneeling in front of you. “You’re so cute, you know that?” 

“Thanks,” you felt your face heat up.

Niall pinched your thigh. “We need cowboy hats and appropriate clothes.” 

“We don’t have to,” you shook your head. 

“Nope. We’re going. Get changed and we’ll go shopping.” 

You giggled, grabbing clothes from your bag and finding the rest of the products you needed. Niall didn’t care. He was already stripping off his clothes and changing into new ones. You tried to shield your eyes, which just made Niall smirk. 

“Nothing ya haven’t seen before,” he pointed out. 

You still shielded your eyes anyway as you made your way to the bathroom to get changed. You opted for leggings, a long shirt, and socks and slip on shoes. You put your hair in a ponytail, and put on some makeup. 

When you left the bathroom, you put your toiletry bag back in your suitcase. “You can leave that in there,” Niall said. 

“It’s ok. It takes up a lot of room.” 

Niall came over and snatched it out of your bag, and put it back in the bathroom. “I want you to be comfortable here. Feel free to use the space.” 

“You sure you don’t want me back on the bus with the crew so you can have your space?” 

Niall got up off his bed, cupped your face, and kissed you. The kiss was so passionate that your knees buckled. When he pulled away, he smirked. “Does that answer your question?” 

Your eyes fluttered and you wished away the butterflies in your tummy. 

“Uh,” you put your hair behind your ear, trying to form proper words. “Right. Uh.” 

Niall grabbed your hand and smirked. “You ready to go?” 

“Um, let me just get a small bag together,” you quickly put things in a fanny pack and then told Niall you were ready. 

You both put sunglasses on and grabbed an Uber to a small shop in town. You walked along the strip of stores and Niall putting his hand in your pocket of your pants made you dizzy. He also snuck kisses on your cheek and neck. 

When you entered the shop, a big smile formed on your face. There was so much stuff. You picked up a cowboy hat right away and put it on Niall’s head. You bit your lip as he tipped it at you. “Save a horse. Ride a cowboy, little missy.” 

Your knees buckled again. “You are definitely buying that.” 

Niall chuckled, pulling you close to him. You picked up some outfits you liked and modeled them for Niall, who was sitting in a chair with his hat on. 

The first was a t-shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. “Yes!” Niall said. “Your butt looks amazing in them.” 

You rolled your eyes and put the next one on. It was a cute, flowy prairie dress.

“Cute,” Niall said. 

“That’s a no.” 

“I didn’t say that!” He yelled as you went back to the dressing room. 

“Too late!” You tried on a few more, some won Niall’s approval. Others did not. 

The final one was a shorter dress, with cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. When you walked out of the dressing room, Niall swallowed. “Um, yes…Fuck.” 

“Don’t curse in here!” You scolded. 

Niall stood up. He admired your outfit and then twirled you. “You better get this one.” 

“What if I don’t?” You bit your lip, teasing him. 

“You are. I’m buying it for you.” 

“What if I don’t wear it?” 

“Then, we aren’t going out. And you’ll just have to sit there and watch me work out and not be able to touch me.” He sighed. “What a shame.” 

You shook your head and pecked Niall’s lips. “Fine. You can buy it.” 

“Good girl,” he kissed you harder. “Now, go get changed so we can continue our date.” 

You did as he said and changed back into your clothes. He bought you what you just had on and you had a handful of things to buy on your own. Niall took them from your hands and put them on the counter. Before You could protest, he said, “I’m buying it all and you’re not gonna argue.” 

He swiped his card and the woman bagged it up. You thanked him with a kiss and you headed to a few others shops before stopping for lunch, which Niall paid for. 

After you ate, you went back to the bus and both took showers so you could prepare for the real date. Niall was taking you to a real Nashville club/bar. 

He had been acting like a true gentleman so far and since there wasn’t much to learn about each other since you’ve known each other since forever, you mostly talked about tour at lunch. 

When Niall was done in the shower, he walked around the bus in his towel and you pretended to be on your phone. He walked over to you, lifted your chin, and gave you a kiss. “It’s so cute how flustered you get when you see me in a towel.” 

“No I don’t,” you said, almost too quickly. 

“Mmmhm,” Niall said, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. 

You swallowed as you looked at his half-naked body. “I, uh, I’m going to take a shower now.” 

You grabbed a towel and your shower supplies and headed into the shower. You shaved everything and scrubbed and cleaned everything too. You ran some shampoo and conditioner through your hair and were done in no time.

When you got out, you dried your hair and then applied your make-up as you let the rest of it air dry. After your makeup was done, you changed into your outfit and then curled your hair. 

By the time you were done, Niall was laying in the bed, spread out in his outfit- a button up silk shirt, tight jeans, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. 

“I’m sorry. I’m ready now,” you said, slinging your small purse over your shoulder. 

Niall sighed, but then stopped when he sat up and saw you. “Christ.” 

“Do I look ok?” 

Niall gave you a once over. “You look so sexy.” 

You played with the bottom of your dress nervously. 

“Any complaint I have about you taking a while is gone,” he said, as he walked up to you and held onto your hips. 

“You were gonna complain?” You asked. 

“Hmmm? No,” he said, as he kissed your neck. “It was worth it.”

“Ni, come on. I wanna get there before it gets crowded.” 

You pulled on his hand, but got pulled back when he didn’t follow you. He was looking at your butt and was completely mesmerized by you. 

“What if we stayed here?” He suggested. 

You walked back to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “And what would we do, hmm?” 

His eyes were blown out and he pulled you in for a hug. “Welllll….”

“I told you, you have to take me on a date first,” you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Wasn’t that what today was?” 

“No,” you flicked his hat. “Come on, cowboy.” 

Niall groaned as you pulled him out of the bus. You took an Uber to the club. It was already getting crowded. And luckily, only like two people recognized Niall there, so it wasn’t a big deal. 

He brought you to the VIP section and found you a seat. A waitress took your order. You started off with some cocktails. Niall sat down next to you. “Be sure to eat too, baby.” 

“Yes, sir,” you smirked. 

Niall smirked as he took a sip. When he put his drink down, he grabbed onto your thigh and rubbed it. “Is this ok?” 

“Mmmhmm,” you nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah.” 

Your skin quickly grew hot as he moved his hand up and down your thigh. Niall ordered some chicken wings for you to share. He let you eat most of it, but your stomach was in too many knots to eat so you only ate a few. 

Niall’s hand on your leg was making you wish you didn’t wear such thin panties. You were on your second drink and felt the buzz already. 

You sat closer to him and gave him a kiss. “Can we dance now? Please.” Anything to stop his wandering hand. 

He stood up and held out his hand. “M’ lady.” 

You made your way to the dance floor. Luckily, the first one was a line dance, so you were not so close to Niall for the time being. Another one played after that and you needed to stop for water by the end. 

After that, a slow country song came on, and this was the first time you ever slow danced with Niall. His hand was moving up and down your back. He didn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time. 

“I never realized how blue your eyes actually are,” you said. “They’re gorgeous.” 

“Well, thank you, darling. They don’t compare to yours, but I’ll take the compliment.” He twirled you and then dipped you. You giggled. 

The song seemed to be ending, but Niall wasn’t letting go. He was lucky there was another slow song playing afterward.

His hands were wandering again and one made its way down to your butt. You raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. He winked at you. “It was right there. I had to, but if it’s making you uncomfortable, I’ll move it.” 

All you did was push his head down and kiss him. “I’ll let it slide,” you said, when you pulled apart. 

Niall smirked and his other hand rested on your butt as well. “I can’t believe I have you in my arms right now.” 

“That makes two of us.” 

You rested your head on Niall’s chest and he kissed your head. You danced until the song was over. And then you made your way back to the table for a break. Niall was touchy and flirty and the more you drank, the more it was making you wet. 

When you were well rested, you got back on the floor. You now had liquid courage from drinking and felt confident dancing. It was fast songs now and you jumped and danced and had a great time. 

One song was particularly sexy and Niall grabbed onto your hips, and you grinded and circled your hips on him. You were getting sweaty and horny and out of breath. 

You had turned around at this point and grinded on Niall’s crotch. You heard him mutter “fuck” and he grabbed onto your hips, groaning. He had to close his eyes to compose himself. You were dirty dancing, something you had done maybe once before, and you were completely enjoying it. 

A few more songs and you could both feel the sexual tension between you two. You made it back to the VIP lounge, Niall’s hand across your back the whole time. 

It was getting late and you were pretty tipsy, so Niall decided to call it a night. You finished your drink and then Niall ordered an Uber. You made your way out of the club and waited on the sidewalk for the car. You kissed Niall’s neck and giggled as you waited. 

When the car pulled up, Niall let you in first and then he got in. He put his hand on your leg, but didn’t rub it like before. You were kissing his neck and he hummed. You might’ve left a hickey there, you don’t remember. 

When you got out of the car, you weren’t at the venue, or heading to the buses. You were in front of a hotel. You raised an eyebrow at Niall as he checked in at the front desk. 

As you headed to your room on the elevator, Niall held your hand. He lead you down the hall to your room and plopped you on the bed. He kneeled down and took off your boots as you stared at him. 

“Did you get this for us to have sex in?” You wondered. 

“No. We’re not having sex tonight.” 

You pouted. 

Niall took your hat off and told you to lift your arms up as he took your dress off. You giggled. “Sure seems like we are.” 

He grabbed a robe out of the closet. “Here. Give me your arms.” He put the robe on you and you cocked your eyebrows. 

Niall took off his boots, hat, shirt, and finally his jeans. You reached forward as you saw him in just his underwear, giving grabby hands towards his crotch.

“(Y/N), no!” 

“Please. Just a kiss or two on your pretty cock.” You made kissy noises. 

Niall leaned down, putting a finger under your chin. “Honey. You are not sober. And we are not doing this when you’ve been drinking, ok?” 

You pouted. “I thought you liked me.” 

“I do like you and that’s why I’m doing this. I have too much respect for you.” 

He looked at the clock on the desk. “You stay in this until they send our luggage up, ok?” 

You untied the robe and stood up. “You don’t want to see me without it?” 

“(Y/N), stop.” He put his hands up just as you stood and they landed on your bobbs. Niall quickly removed them and sat you back down on the bed. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and dialed room service. “You like pizza, right?” 

You nodded and crawled up behind him and kissed his neck as he called room service. 

Niall’s voice cracked as you kissed on his pulse point and you giggled. He thanked them before hanging up. 

“You, missy, need to behave,” Niall said, pulling you off of him. He walked over to the mini fridge and gave you a water bottle. 

“What happens if I don’t?” You asked, pulling at the hem of your panties. 

“Then, I’ll fire you.” 

You pouted. “That’s so mean!!” 

“Yeah, well, you won’t listen.” He opened up your water bottle. “Drink this.” 

You took the water bottle and chugged it. You were thirsty. You finished it in one go and then crawled into bed. 

Niall got a room with two beds in it, it was the only one left, but he also wanted to be respectful. 

You waited in bed, watching TV. Niall put his pants back on when your luggage and food arrived at the door. He gave them a generous tip. 

“Love, food’s here. You really should eat.” 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” you hummee, getting out of bed and going to sit on Niall’s lap. 

You put your arms around Niall’s neck and he chuckled. He picked up a piece of pizza and fed it to you. You ate and kicked your feet. In fact, you were so hungry that you ate four pieces. Niall had a few as well and he pumped you full of water. 

When you were done eating, you went back to bed. Niall took his pants off again and got into the other bed. You were all snuggled in. “Good night, (Y/N).” 

“Night.” 

He turned off the light and pulled the blanket up on him before closing his eyes. You lasted maybe 30 seconds before you got up and crawled into bed with Niall. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone in bed. You had a massive headache and were completely confused why you were in a hotel room. 

There were pajamas at the foot of your bed and you suddenly realized you were in a robe. You closed it and grabbed the pajamas, quickly changing into them. 

You heard the shower turn off, and after a minute or so, a dressed Niall walked out of the bathroom. 

“Oh, morning honey!” 

You groaned. 

“Headache?” 

You nodded. 

“I kept all the curtains closed so no light comes in. Drink some more water. I’ll get you some Tylenol.” Niall ran to his bag and gave you two pills. 

“Thank you,” you said, as he kissed you on your head. 

Once you swallowed down the pills and drank all your water, Niall sat on the edge of your bed. He grabbed your hand and rubbed it with his thumb. 

“Did we…?” You asked, not being able to form a sentence without your brain hurting. 

“No. God (Y/N). I couldn’t. You were very tipsy, if not drunk. I would’ve never forgiven myself.” 

“Oh, thank God.” 

He kissed your hand. “I respect you too much for that. I’ll wait… as long as you want.” 

You rubbed your head. “Thank you, Ni. For not taking advantage of me. That means more than you know.” 

Niall kissed your forehead. “Are you kidding? What kind of guy do you think I am?”

“A good one.” 

Niall smiled. “I want you to rest up in here, ok? Much more comfortable than the bus.” 

You laid back on the bed and nodded. Niall got up and went to the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later with a hot rag. He placed it on your head and you hummed. “There we go, baby. Does that feel good?” 

“Mmmhmm.” 

“Good.” 

He sat on the other bed and scrolled through his phone. You rested your eyes and asked Niall some questions about last night to see if what you remember was real. 

When you were done, Niall asked if you were hungry. 

You winced. “I am, but I don’t want to get up.” 

“I’ll call for some toast and Gatorade, alright?” Niall said, getting on the phone. 

“Mmm.” 

He ordered food for you and then fed you when it came because you didn’t want to move the hot rag. 

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” you told Niall as he reheated your rag. 

He chuckled. “You’re not a mess. I’ve been in this situation plenty of times.” 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” 

“You’re welcome,” Niall said. “I’d do it for you anytime. I hope you know that.”

You settled back into bed just as Niall’s phone rang. 

“Sorry baby. Let me get that.” 

He picked up his phone and you tried to close your eyes. 

You heard him talking but couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. You felt the bed dip. You took your rag off your head and looked at Niall. 

“Don’t be mad,” Niall said. 

“You did take advantage of me, didn’t you?” 

“What? No!” 

He sighed and rubbed between his nose. “They want me to come rehearse. The new drummer doesn’t think he knows all the chords to ‘Heaven’ and he wants to go over it.” 

“Ok.” 

“Are you mad?” 

“No, no. This is your job. I’ll be fine,” you shooed him away. 

Niall gave you a kiss and you hummed. “You stay right there, ok? Until you feel better. And if you need me, my cell is on.” 

He came back in the room one last time to give you another kiss. “And if you feel the slightest bit off, don’t even think about coming to the show.” 

“But, who’s gonna dress you?” 

“I can dress myself. Leather and tanks right? Simple.” 

You chuckled. “I’ll be there.” 

“Only if you feel better.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl,” he kissed your nose. “I’ll see you later.” 

“Bye.”

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[niallhoranusa]

sweet spot

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

“I’m going to get another drink!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You got it, babe.”

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

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

Him.

Jesus Christ.

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

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

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

“See something you like?”

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

If I thought he was captivating from across the room?

That was nothing compared to standing right next to him.

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

Fuck me.

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

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

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

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

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

“Willow.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was something about Niall that felt honest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can't wait to find out.”

_________

I’ve never wanted someone so bad.

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

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

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

God, how fucking god they’ll feel.

On my lips.

On my skin.

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

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

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

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

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

“Come here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Niall—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Challenge accepted.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just the sight before me makes me whimper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Again—“

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

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

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

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

One night.

A nickname means nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, yes—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. I want—“

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck.”

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

“Niall, I— I can’t, my god—“

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

“I—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Niall—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How good I am.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That we would be more.

That Niall would want to be more.

With me.

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AHHHHH!!!!!

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

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If you did do a part 2 to the Niall smut, may I suggest that you pick up where you left off and Niall starts screwing y/n's brains out, making her go dumb. And he starts making her describe watching him perform and what she liked and how it turned her on. And then he makes her admit how good he is and how big he is. And finally, after making her cum a couple times, he asks her if she wants to taste his cum again, and after she sheepishly says yes, he makes her admit that she loved the taste of it and that she needs more. :0 Side note: I know it can be frustrating to not get tons of notes, but most Niall stans are on Twitter/TikTok/Instagram these days. Harry has a bigger audience in general, so you can't expect the same numbers. Niall is very popular (clearly, since he's doing arena shows), but not as mainstream. I can tell you, as a Niall fan, I SOO appreciate your writing, and I'm sure others would say the same!! Thank you!!!!

please read part 1 before you read this!

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, a bit of degrading i guess, male receiving oral, cocky Niall, cursing. just don't read if you're under 18!

wc: 1203

"I know and I'm going to fuck you like I hate you," Niall said, before putting his cock inside of you.

You gripped onto the back of the couch, throwing your head back as his length stretched you out. You tried to act like you weren't enjoying it, but damn, he was a good fuck.

You licked your now dry lips as Niall grunted above you. "Still hate me now, hmm sweetheart?"

"I'm not your sweetheart," you said breathlessly.

"Mmm no? You're sure gripping my cock like ya are."

"Shut up. Just shut up and fuck me," you said.

Niall chuckled as he pounded into you. He pulled your face towards him and kissed your lips, not letting up on the pace.

"Just admit that my cock is big and that you love it."

"Your cock is the only thing I like on you," you blurted out.

"I don't think that's true," he gave you a spank. Your privates were slamming together, the wet sounds lewd. "No. Because you were watching me out there. I saw you."

"I have to," you swallowed. "for my job."

"Mmmm. But, you didn't have to stare."

"I didn't."

"Sweetheart if you lie to me, I won't let you cum," Niall threatened.

"You can't control that," you said, in between his hard thrusts.

Niall was pulling his cock out until just the tip was inside you and he stopped his hips.

"No! No!" you turned trying to put his cock back inside of you. "Please."

Niall pulled your hair, causing you to look at him, your mouth agape. "Admit that you like watching me on stage and I'll let you cum."

You found the strength to roll your eyes. You really didn't want to, but you also wanted his cock back inside of you. The tip of his cock was poking at your hole and it was making your eyes flutter.

"Your arms looked really good out there," you admitted. "I could see them flexing when you played the guitar."

"What else?" Niall asked, as he pushed his cock a bit further in.

"Your little dances are stupid, but they make me chuckle."

"Good," he was nearly halfway in now.

You licked your lips.

"I like when the light is shining on you cause I can see you sweating," you closed your eyes at that one, hating to admit it.

"I know you do, you fucking slut," he said, pulling your hair more.

You whimpered and Niall smirked.

"Is that it?"

You swallowed. "And I love your cock. Please put it back in."

Niall smirked. "Open."

You opened your mouth and Niall spit into it. "Man, you'll do anything I say if I fuck you, hmm?"

Niall put himself all the way back in and you moaned.

"Again."

You opened your mouth and Niall spit into you. "Swallow," he told you. And you did just that.

He smirked and gripped onto your hips fucking you hard. He was literally fucking you like he hates you. You had to grip onto the couch, which was hitting the wall, to keep steady.

Niall felt you clenching around him. He whispered in your ear. "Need to cum, hmm? Cum on my cock, baby."

You shook violently. You clenched a few times and came on his cock.

When your high subsided, you thought he was going to pull out. But, he didn't.

"Niall," you reached back.

"Give me one more," he growled.

"I can't," you nearly cried.

"Yes, you can," he spanked you. "And you will."

You whined as Niall fucked you harder. He pulled your hair, which caused your head to fall back, and he planted a sloppy kiss on your lips.

You don't know how much longer he fucked you for, but you were already coming undone again. And Niall could tell because you were squeezing his cock.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me," he said through gritted teeth.

You came once again, as much as you hated to admit it. This time before you could even process your orgasm, Niall was pulling out. You whined. You didn't want Niall to hear you whining, but you think he did because he smirked.

He backed away from you. "Come here."

You turned around and saw Niall in the middle of the room, stroking his cock.

You reluctantly got off the couch and came over to him. "On your knees," Niall said.

You did as he said and got on your knees in front of him. "By the end of this, you're going to love the taste of my cum."

You almost gagged. "No thank you."

Niall let out a breath through his nose. "I'd hate to have to call your boss and tell them of misconduct."

Reluctantly, you grabbed onto his cock and stroked it.

"There we go. Good girl," Niall praised you.

"No. Don't."

"Cause it gets you wet, hmm?"

You rolled your eyes. "Can we just get this over with please?"

Niall pointed down to your hand. "You're basically in charge now."

You scoffed.

"It'd go faster if you just... choked on it a bit."

"God! You're disgusting."

Niall smirked as you put his cock in your mouth. "Fuck yes! That's it."

He put his hands on the back of your head and forced you onto his cock. You were, in fact, choking on it and Niall moaned at the sight. "Look at you, whore. God, I know you're loving this."

You rolled your eyes and tapped Niall's thigh, indicating that you needed him to let go. When he did, you pulled off and coughed, trying to catch your breath.

He let you. And when you were fine again, he grabbed hold of his cock and rubbed it against your lips. "Come on. I got you off twice. You can make me cum too."

"Uck," you grabbed his cock again and moved your mouth over it fast. Aside from deep throating him, you also massaged his balls to speed up the process. And that method worked because Niall's legs began to shake.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes! You better swallow it all, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes at the name.

Niall took his cock and stroked it on your tongue. "I know you love how I taste, darling."

And before you had time to react, Niall was cumming down your throat.

"Swallow," Niall demanded.

You did, flinching at the taste.

"Open."

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. "Good."

He helped you up. "I'm going to take a shower now. You can join or you can leave."

"Uck. No thank you."

"Suit yourself," a naked Niall walked around his dressing room.

After he threw away his trash from his food, he got into the shower. You heard the water running.

"Fuck it," you said, running into the bathroom and opening the curtain.

"Back for round 2?" Niall smirked.

"No. I need your smell off me," you turned around, putting shampoo in your hair.

"Mmmmhmm," Niall said, running the soap across his chest.

There was actually not any funny business in the shower. But, somehow, you wound up in Niall's bed on the tour bus that night.

You were so glad he only came around once a year.

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Welcome to the Show- Part 2

Hi! I am back. I hope you liked the first part, cause I was excited to write the second part.

WARNINGS: naked Niall, curse words, flirting, i think that's it.

wc: 4088

Read part one here

You were hard at work on the outfits. You barely came out of your room in the month before the tour. You had designed most of them and then got some from other places that fit “your vision.” But, it was all coming together and you were pretty proud of yourself. You just hoped Niall would be proud. 

You were tempted to text him a few designs of what you had done, but the final fitting was in two days, so you just resisted the urge to wait. 

When your fingers got tired of sewing, you turned on some music and laid on your bed for a few minutes. Harry came home from work. He brought home a pizza. After you ate, you showed Harry your designs and the stuff you had coming in. 

“I’m really proud of you, sis,” he gave you a side hug. “It all looks amazing.” 

“Thanks,” you smiled. 

Harry left your room and you cleaned up your materials before taking a nap. 

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The day was here, the final fitting. 

You had packed the stuff you made into your car and met the company who was bringing the rest of the clothes at the place you were meeting. Once you got there, you hung everything up on hangers, put his shoes out under them, took out your sketchbook and list to make sure everything was there. 

Just as you were matching up the outfits and finished setting up, you heard the door open. Niall and his manager walked through and you immediately stood up straight. 

“And we have press after this for iHeartRadio. And then you have rehearsal tonight and tomorrow,” his manager said. 

“Great. I’ll be there,” Niall nodded, while looking at you. He smiled. “Hey (Y/N).” 

“Hi,” you waved nervously. 

Niall introduced you to his manager. You shook her hand. Then, she left. She had things to do, she said. 

When the door closed, Niall smiled and held open his arms. You walked into them and gave him a hug. God, he smelled good. “How’re ya today, darling?” 

You separated and sighed. “Yeah. I’m good. How are you?” 

He smiled again. “I’m good. You’re not nervous, right?” 

You bit your lip. “Well. Maybe I’ll just lie to you.” 

He tsk’d. “Now don’t do that.” 

You smiled. “So, let’s see if you like them.” You pointed to the clothes and Niall smiled, rubbing his hands together. 

He walked over, feeling the fabric. “You made all of these? Must have taken forever.” 

“Well, some of these I ordered from other companies, but it was my decision with everything.” 

“I like them,” Niall said, taking things off the rack and looking at them thoroughly. “I really like them.” 

You smiled, holding onto your sketchpad. 

“I can’t help but notice it’s mostly tank tops and leather,” he smiled. 

“Oh! Well, um, I thought it should be consistent, you know?” You chuckled. “And you don’t always have to wear the tanks. I have some jackets you can wear too. And there’s button-downs. Oh, and dark jeans.” 

Niall smirked. “I’m just pulling your leg, (Y/N).” 

“Oh.” 

“Although if you want to see me in the tanks then…,” he shrugged. 

“Me?” you swallowed. 

“Mmmhmm,” he said, as he took his shirt off and put on one of the ones you designed. “How do I look?” 

“Good.” You cleared your throat. Really good. “More importantly, how does it feel on you?” 

“Comfy. Yeah. I love it. I’ll try it with the pants and shoes, hmmm?” 

Niall undressed, leaving him in just his boxer briefs and the tank. He put the leather pants on and zipped up the boots. 

He did his signature finger guns as he looked at himself in the mirror. “What d’ya think? How do I look?” 

You bit your lip. “Like a true rock star, I’d say.” 

“Yeah?” He played an air guitar. “Thanks.” 

You cleared your throat. “Move around in them. See if they’re comfortable.” 

Niall walked across the room and back, lifting up his legs to test the flexibility. “This will be my opening night fit, I think.” 

“Really?” You almost jumped up and down. 

“Yeah. I love it. Love the bit of the heel on the Chelsea. Great touch.” 

“Well, thanks. I didn’t design them, but I picked them out specially.” 

Niall smirked at your excitement. “You’re amazing.” He pinched your hips. “You know that?” 

“Yeah. You tell me that a lot.” 

“Cause it’s the truth.” His hand cupped your chin again. This time your breath caught in your throat as Niall stared intently into your eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

You swallowed. What the hell were you supposed to say? After a few more seconds of staring, you cleared your throat. “Right. Did you want to try anything else on?” 

“Should probably try like a jacket, vest, button-down, jeans, etc. Don’t you think?” 

“I do.” 

Niall took his tank off first, revealing his muscular chest. He handed the shirt to you and you put it back on the rack properly. He grabbed a silky button-down next and took off the leather pants, swapping them for black jeans. 

He changed out a pair of boots for another. Niall looked up at you. “Alright, stylist. What do you think?” 

“Maybe just uh,” you reached over and undid a few of his buttons, leaving only the bottom three undone. “There. Perfect.”

Niall had the cheekiest grin on his face. When you looked up at him, you swore you almost came. “What?” 

“You trying to see my chest?” 

“Not me. The fans. I just… when I drew this one, this is how I drew it. And since the material is not giving, you can do this if you get hot, with all the lights and stuff, you know?” 

By the end, your voice was nearly a whisper. He was still looking at you like that. You had to squeeze your legs together. Niall pushed a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face, behind your ear. Your heart rate was speeding up. His hand stayed on your face and cupped it. 

You swore you saw him lean in when the door swung open. You two pushed apart from each other quickly. It was his manager. “We have to leave in 2 minutes.” 

“Crap. Ok. Let me get dressed.” He turned back to you as he changed back into his clothes. “(Y/N), you are incredible. Thank you so so much. I’m sure everything else will fit. I’m sorry for cutting this short. I’ll see you… on tour?” 

You nodded. You waved quickly and he gave you a kiss on the cheek before he left. When he left the building, you had to fan yourself. Was he going to kiss you? Stupid manager. Stupid press. 

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When you got home you felt like you were on a cloud. You were humming to yourself, happy to not have to do any work for awhile. You plopped down on your bed and sighed happily. 

Harry had decided to go out with this girl he met on Tinder, so you had the whole place to yourself. 

After relaxing on the bed for a bit, you checked your phone and then got up to take a shower. You really needed the shower after today. You felt like you were sweating. Plus, you needed to take care of yourself a bit after the tension you had built up from your meeting. 

So, you got your pajamas out for afterward, undressed, and got into the shower. Once you cleaned your hair and body, you hand made its way down in between your legs. You put two fingers on your clit and rubbed one out until you were cumming against the shower wall. And the whole time you thought of Niall.

When you stepped out of the shower, you felt a bit flushed, tired from the activities that you just did. You were about to get changed and settle into your bed to have a movie marathon when you phone rang. 

Niall.

“Hello?” you picked up the phone breathless.

“Hey, (Y/N). It’s Niall. Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I just got out of the shower.” 

“Oh. Well, I just wanted to call and apologize.” 

“Apologize,” you said, sitting on your bed in your towel. “For what?” 

“My manager should have never scheduled that interview on the same day. It was rude.” 

“Oh my God. You’re completely fine,” you waved it off. 

“No. I cut you off. And I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry,” he said, sounding really hurt. 

“Niall, seriously. You’re fine. We were almost done anyway.” 

“Mmm. Did you eat yet?” he asked out of nowhere. 

“Um, no. Not yet.” You were just going to make a bowl of popcorn and pig out on the leftover Halloween candy. 

“Did you want to go to dinner? I’m starving.” 

“With you?”

Niall chuckled. “Yeah. With me. I’ll pick you up.” 

��Uh,” you got up off your bed. “Yeah. Ok. What time?” 

“I’m on my way to you. I just got done with rehearsals.”

“I need more time than that,” you said, more to yourself. 

“Just throw on sweats and a tee. Who cares?” 

“My hair’s still wet,” you said, putting the phone on speaker, as you found an outfit to wear. 

“So, it’ll dry, right?” 

You sighed. “Right. What are you wearing?” 

There was silence for a few seconds before he joked, “That’s kind of a personal question, isn’t it?” 

“This isn’t funny.” 

“I have on what I wore today.” 

You sighed, putting on your bra and clipping it. “I just need like ten extra minutes.” 

“Take your time, (Y/N). It’s fine.” 

You put on your clothes and adjusted them in the mirror, hoping the v-neck, jeans, and flats were good enough for where you were going. 

“Where are we going anyway?” you asked, taking your phone into the bathroom. 

“I don’t know. Do you like Olive Garden? I could kill for some of their breadsticks right now,” Niall said. 

You smiled as you brushed your wet hair. “I love Olive Garden.” 

“Good. It’s settled then.” 

“Great,” you spit into the sink after you brushed your teeth. 

“I’m pulling into your place.” 

“I’ll unlock the door,” you told him, walking out of the bathroom and unlatching your lock. You also buzzed him up and he hung up the phone. 

This gave you an opportunity to pee and he wouldn’t hear it. You were done by the time Niall entered your apartment. You were in the bathroom, putting on make-up when he appeared in the doorway. You jumped. “Christ. You scared me.” 

“You knew I was coming,” he smirked. 

“I didn’t think you’d be right here.” 

“Surprise!” he joked. You smiled back.

“Come on (Y/N). I’m so hungry I could eat my arm right now.” 

“Give me five minutes. You rushed me,” you said, putting on mascara.

“You don’t need all that. Come on.” 

You nearly poked your eye with the wand when he walked up behind you, placing his hands on either side of you and stared at you in the mirror. “Why are you putting on make-up? It’s just me.” 

Exactly. 

“I don’t want to look like a troll under a bridge who just woke up. People might run away.” 

Niall smiled. “Honey, you could never.” Your heart stopped when he looked at you and you were still looking straight ahead. He had the slightest smile on his face and with him so close to you, you could smell his cologne. 

You finished up your other eye and then turned around. Niall was still right there, close to you, staring at your lips and then back up to your eyes. “Oh!” 

“Are you ready now?” 

“Mmhmm,” you squeaked out. 

Niall took your hand and walked you out of your apartment. You grabbed your purse on the way out and nearly passed out from the fact that he was holding your hand. 

You locked your door and you both ran down to Niall’s car to go and eat.

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“I am stuffed,” Niall said, rubbing his stomach.

You two had just finished off two baskets of breadsticks, soup, an entree, and dessert. You also split a bottle of wine, which was making your skin tingle. 

“Me too,” you said, taking one last bite of your breadstick.

The waitress came over with the check and you reached for your purse. Before you could even get your wallet out, Niall had given her his credit card and she was taking it to swipe it. 

“What’s your Venmo?” you asked, getting out your phone.

“Huh?” 

“So I can pay you back for my half,” you told him.

Niall pushed your phone down and said, “Shhh. It’s my treat.” 

“But that’s… not fair.” Granted he is a pop star and has a lot more money than you. 

“I asked you to dinner,” he said, taking cash out of his wallet for the tip. “It’s plenty fair.” 

You sighed. “Thank you, Ni.” 

“Anytime,” he smiled. 

The waitress returned with Niall’s card and then you two headed out. Niall opened your door for you as you got into his car. He jogged around to his side and started it up before sitting back and sighing. When he pulled out of the parking lot, you looked at his profile and smiled. He was so handsome.

When he pulled out, he looked over at your side to make sure no cars were coming and he caught you staring. He smirked, “You wanna take a picture so it’ll last longer?” 

Your face immediately heated up. “Sorry. I spaced out.” 

“Mmhhmm.” 

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet, making small talk when necessary. You told Niall he could drop you off outside, but he had to go to the bathroom, so he walked up with you.

Once you let him in, he walked briskly to the bathroom. You went to your bedroom and took your bra off. You probably should’ve waited until Niall was gone, but you put the wrong one on before you left and it was tight on you. 

You fixed your shirt back, just as Niall was done and standing in your doorway. You turned around. “Thanks again for dinner.” 

“Thanks for going with me.” 

“Sure,” you smiled. 

“And thank you for helping with the wardrobe, (Y/N). Really. You saved me from a crisis.” 

“I had fun doing it,” you smiled, walking past him into the bathroom to take your makeup off. 

Niall followed, standing in the doorway. You grabbed the wipes and rubbed under your eyes. 

“I still don’t know why you did all that. You’re so pretty without makeup,” he admitted. 

Your stomach flipped and you smiled at him in the mirror. 

“Not-not that you aren’t pretty with makeup. I’m just saying, you know?” 

“Thank you,” you said, wiping off your other eye. You couldn’t form any other words when he came up behind you and took the same position as before. He put his chin on your shoulder as he looked at you in the mirror. 

His hands went from the counter to your hips. Man, you wish you didn’t have that wine because you didn’t want him to move his hands. He kissed your cheek and you bit your lip. “You’re so pretty, (Y/N).” 

“Niall,” you whispered. 

“Hmmm?”

“We’ve had a lot of wine,” you reminded him. 

“So? I can’t tell you you’re pretty? Cause it’s true.” 

“I don’t think your full mind is there,” you said, tapping him on the cheek.

“Mmm. I always think you’re pretty, alcohol or not,” Niall mumbled. He pinched your hips and hummed. 

“Well, thank you,” you said, turning around to face him. Niall placed a peck on your neck before separating from you. 

“Are you ok to drive?” you asked. 

“Me? I’m fine. I’m Irish. Takes a lot more than a glass or two of wine to get us hammered.” 

Niall took your hand in his and threaded his fingers through yours. He hummed. 

“Maybe you should stay. Harry’s on a date and doesn’t look like he’s coming home tonight. You can take his bed,” you offered.

“Look at us. Me and Harry both on dates. Go us,” he said. 

You giggled. “You were on a date?” 

“Yeah,” he smirked. “A date with a pretty girl.” 

“Niall…” 

“Mmm?” 

“You need some sleep. You’re delirious,” you said, tapping his cheek. 

“Mmm.” 

“Come on,” you took his hand and led him to Harry’s room. “He has pajamas in his drawer, I guess. I’m sure he won’t mind if you use some.” 

“Thanks, (Y/N).” 

You nodded and then walked across the hall to your bedroom. You changed into your pajamas and then got into bed. You tried not to picture Niall in the next room, probably opting to not wear a shirt and just sleeping in his underwear or maybe picking out one of Harry’s pairs of shorts. 

He called you pretty. But, come on. He was a bit tipsy. Plus, he probably saw you didn’t have a bra on and wanted to cop a feel. Men. You weren’t really tired, so you scrolled on your phone watching TikToks and YouTube videos. 

You eventually fell asleep with sweet dreams of Niall.

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You slept like a baby that night. When you got up, you were refreshed and stretched in your bed. You got up and made your way to the bathroom to relieve your morning pee. The house was oddly quiet, so you figured Niall was still sleeping.

You opened the door to the bathroom and screamed when you saw a naked Niall in your bathroom. “OH MY GOD!” 

“(Y/N)!” he said, putting a towel around his waist. “Shit. Sorry!” 

You should’ve closed the door. You should’ve walked away, but you were frozen in place. All you could do was stand there with your mouth open. 

“Sorry. I wanted to take a shower and then head out before you woke up. I don’t want to intrude on your space anymore. But, fuck. I didn’t hear you get up,” Niall explained. 

He was wet and smelled like your shower scrub and you just saw his cock. 

You let out an almost whimper with your mouth hanging open. 

“I’m sorry, honey. Bathroom’s all yours,” he said, walking out with only a towel around him. 

You had to pee, but you couldn’t move from your spot. By the time Niall was done changing, you were still in the doorway. 

“(Y/N)?” Niall asked. “You alright?” He pinched your hips. “Do I have to do CPR or something?” 

You eventually turned around to face him and he smirked. “There she is. Hey, pretty girl.” 

You swallowed. He was calling you pretty still and he hadn’t drank anything. At least you hoped he didn’t this early in the morning. 

“Niall…” 

“I’m sorry if I scared ya. I didn’t know you were up or I would’ve covered the little guy up,” he chuckled. 

There was nothing little about his cock. 

You blushed and hid your face in your hands. 

“(Y/N),” Niall said, tickling your sides. “Come on. He’s not that scary. I’m sure you’ve seen a cock before.” 

“Niall, stop!” you said, your face extremely hot now.

He chuckled. “I’m sorry, honey. I like teasing you.” 

You let out a breath and saw Niall still cheesing at you. “Do you have time for breakfast?” 

“Yeah,” he said, hanging on to doorway. “I just didn’t know if you wanted me to leave or if you had plans.” 

“I don’t want you to leave,” you shook your head. 

“No?” Niall smirked, grasping your chin again. “Good.” 

You sighed. “Um, I have to use the bathroom and then I can make something for us to eat.” 

“Sounds good, darling.” 

You closed the door and went to the bathroom to pee. You also had to wipe yourself a handful of times because you were really wet. You threw some water onto your face and then smiled before exiting the bathroom and meeting Niall in the kitchen.

You saw Niall closing the fridge, eggs and such in his hands. You heard the bacon sizzle as soon as he put it in the pan. 

“I could’ve done that,” you said, walking over and standing next to him. 

“How do you like your eggs?” Niall said, ignoring you. 

“Sunny-side up, please.” 

“Coming right up,” he said, putting his hand on your back for a brief second.

You put the toast in the toaster, asking Niall what kind he wanted. You also poured orange juice for the both of you and got the plates and such ready. 

“We make a good team,” Niall said, as he plated your food and then handed it to you. 

“Mmmhmm,” you smiled, chewing on a piece of bacon. 

You both took a seat at your table and enjoyed your breakfast. “Mmm. You didn’t have to cook. It’s my place after all.” 

“You let me stay here, even though I was fine to go home, so this is a thank you.” 

“You’re welcome here any time, Ni.” 

“Good to know,” he said, before taking a bite of his bread. “Have you heard from Harry?” 

“He texted me right before bed, actually. He said, ‘Don’t wait up. Girl is hot. Sleeping over.’”

Niall laughed a hearty laugh. “Good for him.” 

You made a gagging noise. “Like why does he have to tell me? Just say you’re not coming home?” You shivered. 

“I think he was just excited,” Niall shrugged. “We both got to spend the night with pretty girls. Lucky us.” 

You looked down at your plate and dipped your eggs in your toast, not saying anything. Niall’s foot grazed your leg and you nearly choked. When you swallowed, you finally asked him. “Why do you keep saying that?” 

“What?” 

“You keep calling me pretty.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Why?” 

“Cause you are.” 

“Oh.” 

“You don’t think you are?” 

“No.” 

Niall tsk’d. “Well, you’re wrong.” 

“Ok.”

Niall sat back after he finished his plate and tapped his fingers on the table. “Fine. Don’t believe me if ya don’t want.” 

He pulled his chair out and took his plate, and then yours too cause you were done too. He put them in the sink. He sighed. “Listen, I don’t know how many more hints I can give you to tell you I like you.” 

You turned around in your seat. “You- what?” 

But, Niall couldn’t answer because Harry decided to come through the door at that moment. 

“Oh. You’re up,” Harry said, throwing his coat on the couch. 

“Yeah.” 

Harry walked further into the apartment and saw Niall there. “Hey. You’re here early.” 

“Yeah,” Niall chuckled. “We were just going over the wardrobe and stuff, over breakfast.” 

“Nice,” Harry nodded. 

“How was your date?” Niall asked, pouring himself more orange juice. 

“Dude,” he looked over at you, then back at Niall. “She was hot,” he whispered. “It was good.” 

Niall high-fived him and you rolled your eyes. 

Harry put his stuff in his room. Niall had made the bed and didn’t wear any of his clothes, so there wasn’t much evidence. Not that you did anything wrong. 

You turned back around and picked at the tablecloth. Niall finished his drink. The silence was awkward. Really awkward. 

When Harry came out of his room, he asked Niall if he wanted to shoot some hoops or something. “Actually,” he looked at his phone. “I need to get to rehearsal.” 

He grabbed his jacket and put his shoes on. “Thanks again, (Y/N),” he said as he opened the door. 

You both made eye contact as he left, offering small smiles to the other. 

“Alright. Well, I’m taking a shower,” Harry said. 

You were still sitting at the table, thinking about what Niall said. You couldn’t act on it. He’s your brother’s best friend and technically your boss now. It would be too messy. 

But, God, everytime you thought of Niall, you smiled and your face got hot. 

No. You didn’t want the tour to be awkward. You couldn’t tell him you liked him back. 

Right?

You ventured to your room and closed your door. You laid on your bed and screamed into your pillow. 

After you stopped screaming, you heard your phone chime. 

Nialler

I didn’t mean to make things awkward. Can we please talk? 💜

You groaned. 

Could you just ignore him until tour? You wanted to. For now, you locked your phone and threw it on the bed. 

You needed time to think. 

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a niall horan one shot - the show famous niall almost three thousand words cw - sexual acts, sexual language, name calling, foul language, 18+

“So what’d you do to piss her off this time?”

Standing next to the small set of metal stairs, I can’t help but smile as I look to my left. “Oh you know— Decided to wear this and that instead of what I was scheduled to wear.”

“It’s no wonder she can’t stand you.” Shaking his head, he chuckles. “See you out there, mate.”

Without another word, I watch as he makes his way up the small stairs and gets settled in place, the rest of my band doing the same as we get prepared to give the crowd a show to remember.

Looking down at my shoes, I can’t help but let out a small laugh.

What I was supposed to wear and what I decided to wear are two different things.

It’s like if I listen closely I can already hear Reed Foster cursing under her breath, my name falling from those raspberry lips about how much she can’t stand me.

Ever since I met her there has been that electric buzz of tension between the two of us. To this day I’m still not sure what makes her despise me like she does, but I don’t really care. However that doesn’t mean I don’t try and mess with her any chance that I get.

Irritating her is like a game— One that I always win.

As I listen to the crowd on the other side of the curtain and the music starts to play, my feet carry me up the stairs and my hands pull the old and weathered cream colored guitar over my head before checking to make sure my earpieces are fitting correctly.

Taking my place, a flash of movement draws my attention to the side of the stage that I just came from, stealing my attention away for just a second.

“You are the absolute worst, Horan.”

Crossing her arms over her supple chest, Reed stares me down like she wants to murder me. Just the fire in her eyes sends heat flooding through my body.

She may hate me, but I can feel the heat in her gaze when she thinks that I don’t notice.

Just like she doesn’t know that it’s her face I see when I’m alone and need a release.

A secret for a secret, you could say.

For weeks I’ve been getting under her skin and just waiting for the moment it boils over— waiting for what it brings out of her.

Waiting for her to play.

So with a mischievous grin, I look over to her and wink, gaining an eye roll in the process. “Right back at ya, Foster.”

Even under the dim lighting I can see the way she rolls her eyes before turning on her heel, middle finger up in the air.

Fuck, I love a challenge.

Always have— always will.

—— Reed ——

Niall Horan was a pain in my ass.

I swear to god there wasn’t one day where he didn’t do something to piss me off.

From switching the stage outfits to hiding my things, it was a miracle that I hadn’t quit or punched him in that smug ass smile that was always there when I was around.

It didn’t matter that his blue eyes were the color of a perfect sky or that he always smelled like the most expensive, delicious cologne.

Niall was frustratingly handsome.

I knew he was attractive and it didn’t matter that I thought of him when I— No, fuck him.

“Do we have to go back?” The words fall off my tongue as I look across the table. “Because I’m fine with staying here.”

“We could stay if we wanted to get fired.” Laughing, my coworker turned best friend pulls cash out of her wallet.

Groaning, I pay for my tab and stand up to follow her out of the pub. “Maybe I want to get fired.”

“Please, don’t lie to me.” She grins over her shoulder as we climb into the back of the car waiting for us. “We both know you love your job.”

“Love the job, can’t stand the employer.” I manage to mumble under my breath as the car pulls away from the curb.

We left after the first couple songs of the show started, both of us knowing exactly how long we had to go get something to eat or a drink before we had to be back at the arena in time to have everything packed up and ready when it was over.

In the time we’ve been doing that— not once have we been late, but seeing how slow the traffic is moving, it looks like today could be our lucky day.

“I’m so sorry about that, ladies!” Our driver gives us a tight smile. “Normally it’s not so bad around here.”

Waving my hand in front of my face as we walk backwards, I plaster on a fake smile as I dig through my bad for my credentials. “Don’t worry about it!”

The two of us finally make it inside before going our separate ways, leaving me to gather up the last of the things that are in Niall’s dressing room, hoping that I can finish before he gets off stage. From the sound of it, I’m not going to make it considering that the unmistakable first few notes of Slow Hands reverberate through the building.

“Goddamn it.” I mumble. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Working as fast as I can, dread pools in my belly knowing that everything won’t be finished by the time the show is over.

By the time Niall makes it back to this room.

With my back to the door and shoving things into the cases they belong in, the sound of the door opening doesn’t even register to me in my rush.

But the sound of a rough, low voice paired with an Irish accent does.

——Niall——

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Whirling around, Reed drops everything in her hands as I lean against the doorframe, the post-show adrenaline pumping the blood through my veins.

“Fuck you.” The words fall from her pouty lips. “I was just leaving.”

“Looks to me like you weren’t even close to leaving.” Stepping up to her, it’s impossible not to notice the way her eyes fall to my lips before they roam over my body. “See something you like, Reed?”

Snapping her gaze back to mine, those pretty eyes narrow. “Not a damn thing.”

“That doesn’t seem like the way you should talk to your boss, does it?” Pressing even closer to her, my tongue rolls across the inside of my cheek. “Besides— I think you’re lying.”

Once again, her eyes fall from mine and grace the edges of the cream colored top that I chose tonight, one that leaves my arms bare.

“You think you’re so full of yourself.” Her tone is venomous but her pupils dilate all the same. “I’m just packing up—“

Reaching behind her, I grab a handful of things from the suitcase and let them clatter to the floor, raising a brow at her. “Seems to me like you just wanted to spend some time with me.”

“Oh yeah? Who told you that?” She scoffs.

I love this game, the back and forth.

Reed is all bark and no bite… Although I don’t mind it a little rough from time to time.

Her pulse jumps under the smooth skin of her neck as a low laugh falls from my lips. “Nobody had to tell me, I could see it right here.” The tip of my finger brushes across her pulse, the wild rhythm beating under the callous that lies there. “Want to lie to me again, hm?”

“Can’t seem to recall a single day that I was excited to see you.” She laughs, letting her finger draw a gentle path down the inside of my arm. “Must suck for you, doesn’t it?”

We’ve drifted even closer to each other over our verbal sparring, leaving us only a couple inches apart, her lips inviting me in.

“What are you gonna do?” Taking the chance, I nip her bottom lip, the whimper from the back of her throat traveling straight to my groin. “Be a brat? Be a good girl?”

She doesn’t even give me an answer before the tension bursts between us, her lips finding mine in a kiss that is anything but gentle. I can't help but groan at the minty taste of her or the way her small hands fist the front of the silky sleeveless shirt I wear.

“Fuck.” My words are short as she pulls in my bottom lip with her teeth. “Always knew you were full of fire.”

My lips fall from hers, traveling across her jaw and down to the hollow at the base of her throat, a moan coming from her lips when I harshly suck the skin into my mouth to mark her.

“Niall—“

“Yeah?” I nip her earlobe. “Keep saying my name— I like the way it sounds.”

Gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, a groan sounds from deep in my chest as she stands in front of me in the laciest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’ve been hiding all of this from me?” I say, my fingertips toying with her pebbled nipples through the fabric. “Pretending you hate me?”

Glassy eyes find mine as Reed tries to catch her breath. “I do hate you—“

“Liar.” Bringing my hand up to her throat, I let it rest against her skin for just a moment before she gives me a subtle nod, only then letting my fingers press gently into the sides. “I guess if you hate me so much you don’t want any of this, do you?”

Silence settles between us, her swallow thick under my palm.

“Get to work, Reed.” I let go of her. “Take this belt off.”

Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, her fingers fall to the belt around my waist, the sound of the metal barely heard over our heavy breathes.

“When you get this belt off, I want you to get on your fucking knees, yeah?” Using my finger, I lift her chin so that she meets my gaze. “Did you hear me?”

Reed nods. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Fire races through my blood.

“Yes, sir.” She says like the good girl she is.

As my pants fall to the ground, I reach behind my and pull my top off and throw it somewhere behind me, too worked up by the sight of the woman on her knees before me.

“Tell me, Reed—“ Brushing my thumb across her bottom lip, I push it inside her mouth and groan at the feel of her warm, wet mouth. “Are you gonna suck me off like the slut you are? Gonna be good for me?”

With a nod, she swirls her tongue around the tip of my finger.

“Good. Take off the rest of my clothes.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she reaches up and tucks her fingers into the waistband of the black briefs doing nothing to conceal how fucking desperate I am to be in her mouth. My cock juts towards my stomach as I step out of the fabric, wrapping my fingers around the silky skin. The pearly drop at my tip shines under the lights of the dressing room as I watch Reed take in the sight before her. From here, I can see her legs shift as if she’s trying to get her own relief from the tension between us.

“Is this what you want?” Leaning forward, I spread the drop across her bottom lip. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes… I want it, Niall.” Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me.

I smirk down at her. “Beg for it, slut.”

“I—“ Reed takes a deep breath. “Please fuck my mouth, please. I want to feel you down my throat.”

“Are you going to keep acting like you hate me? Like you haven’t wanted me down that pretty little throat for weeks?” Raspy and low, my voice sounds like it’s been drug through gravel. “Keep going, let me hear you praise me, Reed”

Her chest expands with a deep breath before her tongue darts out to taste the moisture left there, those pretty eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t— Please. I think about you when my hand is between my legs— Niall—“

“Open your fucking mouth.” Impatience travels through my body. “Take this and shut the fuck up.”

Those lips open and I don’t waste any time pressing my hips forward, watching as she takes my cock into her mouth like that’s all she’s ever wanted. Immediately she brings her hand up to mine, moving it out of the way so that she can circle her dainty fingers around me.

“There you go—“ Fisting her hair, the strands are soft and silky against my skin. “Letting me use you like a pathetic slut to get off.”

Reed moans around me at my words, the reverberation sending a chill up my spine. The combination of her lips wrapping around me and her hand feels euphoric.

“Niall—“ Pulling back, Reed drags her tongue along the vein that maps out the underside of my length. “I want more—“

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask in a low laugh, watching her nod as she circles her tongue around the tip of my cock. “Only good girls get fucked, Reed. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“Please—“

Gripping her hair even tighter, I shake my head. “Shut up and open that pretty little throat.”

Surprisingly, she does what I say.

This time I can tell she’s waiting for me to take control… So I do.

Thrusting my hips forward, a string of curses fall from my lips as I feel myself hit the back of her throat over and over, the pleasure so intense that I can feel it traveling up my spine at a rapid pace.

Looking down, Reed’s dark lashes are clumped together from her tears, the pressure of feeling me so deep causing her to gag and contract around me as I push even deeper.

“Fuck— Just like that—“ I tilt my head back. “Keep choking on my cock like that.”

Pressing forward, I let my hips rest for a couple of seconds, feeling her throat grip me again before pulling out enough so that she can catch her breath.

“You okay?” Checking in with her, she nods before reaching for me again. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Who knew all it would take to shut you up would be to stuff your mouth with my cock?”

Moaning around me, watch as she slips her hand under the hem of the black leather skirt, another whimper coming from the back of her throat as her eyes meet mine.

“There you go, get yourself off while I fuck your mouth.” Sweat drips down my skin. “Shit— Good girl, Reed— You feel so good.”

Tears fall down her face as she moans around me, her hand moving as she brings herself to her own peak, making me realize that Reed Foster might be one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen.

Maybe I’ve just been blind by wanting to get on her nerves, but now seeing all the valleys and curves of her body displayed in front of me it makes me feel like maybe I need more.

“Fuck, Reed—“ I groan, the words like gravel. “I’m so close. Are you going to take what I give you? Swallow everything?”

As soon as she nods, the balloon at the base of my spine pops into a sea of euphoria as I empty myself down her throat, feeling like it might never stop.

“Good god.” Pulling my hips back, I run my hand through my hair. “That was—“

Meeting my gaze, Reed uses her thumb to catch a drop of my release that spilled out of her mouth, flattening her tongue to taste the last bit that she can. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Come here.” Bending down, I slide my hands under her arms to pull her up to stand. “You did so good.”

A soft smile pulls across her face, the lights of the dressing room playing off the sheen of sweat on her body. “Thank you.”

Looking behind me, I see the door that leads to the personal shower and before I can stop myself or overthink, I tug her hand and pull me with her.

She may have hated me before, but she won’t hate me after I give her what she just gave me.

On a night like tonight, everything changes.

Starting now.

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Welcome to The Show

This is the beginning of my Niall Horan TSLOT fic. I will still be doing the requests I have, but I wanted to get this kickstarted.

I hope you guys like. I followed this request, but might change it up a bit, so I hope that's ok.

WARNINGS: almost full male nudity, cursing, flirting, pet names. That's it for now, but it will get more steamy

Wc: 4251

based off this ask

“So, yeah. The tour is all planned, dates and such. I just need to figure out the setlist and hire people, etc,” Niall told Harry as they sat on the couch in your apartment.

You and your brother, Harry, shared an apartment. It wasn’t ideal, but you had just graduated college about a year ago and Harry had an extra room available and needed money for rent. Your parents moved to Florida when you went to college and you didn’t want to do that, so moving in with your brother was the best move. You two had always gotten along anyway.

Now, Niall. Niall is your brother’s best friend. They have been best friends since they were 10 years old. And you have always had a stupid fat crush on Niall. Not only is he good looking (and has gotten better looking as you’ve gotten older), but he is so kind and nice to you. He is talented and you really can’t stop thinking about his arms. 

You sat on the recliner in the living room, just feet from the two men who meant the most to you in this world. As they drank beer, discussed tour, and watched a basketball game, you sketched on your sketch pad. You went to school for fashion design. You had always loved fashion, drawing, and always wanted to design your own clothes. Although you lived in sweats, so people probably couldn’t tell. You had an internship at a fashion magazine that you really loved, but they folded under and now you were looking for work again. You’d been unemployed for about six months.

“That’s great, man! I’m so happy for you,” Harry said, tapping him on the back.Harry wanted to come on tour with him, but he didn’t have that much time off work. He was, however, planning on coming for about two weeks and then working remotely for one, so he could spend time with his best friend on his biggest tour yet.

You minded your own business as the boys talked, but you couldn’t help but notice the subtle glances Niall would give you when Harry looked at the TV or got up to go to the bathroom. You felt yourself tingling when you caught each other’s eyes.

Niall came over your place a lot. And you were very comfortable with him, but sometimes you’d get tongue-tied, especially if the boys just came back from the gym and were all sweaty and muscly. But, he rarely looked at you the way he is now.

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A few weeks went by and Niall seemed stressed. He sat at the desk you had in the corner, which housed your laptop, notebooks, sketchpads, and more. 

Harry sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone. 

You were in your room, drawing again. Sometimes you felt like you intervened on guy time and just let them hang out by themselves. Although they never seemed to minded. 

“Ok. I have everything planned. Lights, stage, setlist, caterer, crew, tech, etc. The only thing I’m missing is a stylist,” Niall tapped his pen on his paper.

“A stylist?” Harry asked. “Can’t you just like grab clothes from your closet?” 

“Not really. It’s not that simple. I need comfortable clothing that still looks presentable on stage. Something that will make the fans scream, but also I won’t be itchy in, ya know?” 

Harry shrugged, not really understanding. 

“Whatever, man. It’s a whole thing,” Niall explained.

“Well, what happened to the stylist from your last tour?” Harry wondered. 

“I called them. They work at Vogue now and won’t have the time,” Niall frowned. 

“Ahh.” The boys sat there in silence for a few seconds. “Hey, what about (Y/N)?” 

“What about her?” Niall asked, his face getting warm at the mention of your name.

“She has a degree in fashion. I’m sure she’d love to do it,” Harry suggested. “Plus, she’s out of work, so the extra cash could help us.”

Niall waved his pen at Harry. “You’re a genius! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.”

He got up from his chair, putting his notepad down. He then walked to your room and gently knocked on the door. You weren’t really listening to their conversation, even though you wanted to, and had soft music playing in the background. You paused it when you heard the knock. “Hello?” 

“(Y/N)? It’s Niall,” you heard the voice on the other side of the door say. 

You smiled. Of course, you knew it was him. You fluffed up your hair and made sure your outfit looked ok before opening the door. Granted you were in sleep pants, an oversized shirt, and socks, but oh well. “What’s up?” you asked him as you opened it.

You were breathless when you saw him leaning against your doorframe in a tight t-shirt and jeans. 

He smiled. “Hello, sweet and wonderful (Y/N).” 

You blushed. “What do you want?” You know the guys buttered you up when they wanted something from you.

“Can I come in?” 

You swallowed. Niall Horan in your bedroom? Yes, please! You gestured for him to walk in and he did so. You left your door open, which maybe wasn’t a good idea, but he wasn’t taking his clothes off, so you figured you were safe.

“Please make yourself at home,” you gestured. 

“Thanks,” Niall said, plopping on your bed. 

Ok, don’t let him see you squeezing your legs together. Keep calm!

He ran a finger on the pattern of your comforter as you sat on the floor and cleared your throat. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Oh, right,” Niall said, clapping his hands together. “So, as you probably know, I’m planning my tour.” You nodded. “And everything’s going great. I’m hiring all the people I need and putting the setlist together.” You nodded again. “But, I’m missing one key person- a stylist.” 

“Oh. That’s not good.” 

“No, it’s not.” 

“So, why are you telling me?” you wondered. 

“Well, I figured maybe you could do it,” he proposed. 

You sat there speechless, wondering if you really heard what he said. 

When you didn’t answer for a minute, Niall waved his hand in front of you. “Hello? Did you hear me?” 

“Sorry. Me? You want me to be your stylist… for your world tour?” 

“Yes. I want you,” he said, a bit of a smirk on his face. 

“Niall, I can’t,” you shook your head and picked at the rug on your floor.

“Why not? Got a job lined up or something?” 

“No no! I just… I don’t think I’m good enough,” you shrugged. 

“Psssh,” Niall said, leaning forward. “Well that’s no way to think.” 

You shrugged again, looking him in the eyes this time. 

He leaned back on your bed, his hands planted behind him. “Sell yourself to me.” 

“Excuse me?” you swallowed. 

Niall sat up. “Pitch yourself like you were going into a job interview.” 

“Um, ok,” you stood up and wiped your pants off. You fluffed your hair and put a smile on your face. “Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I have a Bachelor’s Degree in Fashion Design from Olivia University, where I graduated from last year. I am a bit older than typical college graduates though, as I took gap year, or two.” Niall smiled. “Um,” you pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “I used to work for Bust Magazine, where I was the designer and sometimes stylist. Um, they went under though. I wasn’t fired or anything.” Niall’s smile grew bigger.

“And now I’m… well I guess I’m in between jobs. But, I sketch daily! I love drawing and designing and I hope to have my own fashion line one day. But, I guess that’s just a really big dream. I know this look isn’t helping, but I typically wear very nice clothes.” You shrugged. 

“Yeah. I guess that’s it,” you bit your lip. 

Niall chuckled and clapped. “Very good.” He noticed he dropped something on the floor and picked it up just as you walked up to him. “Did you draw this?” 

You noticed it was a picture of him on stage in a leather vest, black jeans, black heeled boots, and no shirt. “Oh God. That’s-. That’s nothing,” you tried to take it out of his hands. 

“This is really good (Y/N). Honestly,” he said, taking it out of your reach.

“I, uh-.” 

“You got my abs wrong though,” Niall pointed to his stomach in the photo.

You jokingly hit him on the shoulder and he chuckled, rubbing it. 

He put the drawing down and looked at you. “So, will you please?” He jutted his lip out and put his hands together in a praying gesture. 

“I don’t know, Niall,” you shook your head. “I don’t want you looking like a fool on stage.” 

“A fool? Show me something you’ve designed… not on paper.” 

“Umm…” you looked through your closet, riffling through the clothes. “I guess this.” You held up a vest with intricate designs on it. 

“You made that?” Niall asked, walking over towards you, grabbing the clothing. 

“Yeah. It’s not that good though and-.” 

He shut you up by putting his fingers under your chin. “Stop saying that. This is amazing, (Y/N). Wow.” 

You bit your lip as you ran your thumb over the vest. “Thanks.” 

“So will you?” 

“Ni,” you sighed. 

And then he did something unexpected. He got on his knees and begged you. “Please (Y/N). Please. I want you to design my tour outfits. You can even just style me if you want and get the clothes from someplace else. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I guess I could use the experience.” 

Niall smiled. “So, you’ll do it?” 

“Yeah. I’ll do it!” 

He picked you up and hugged you, twirling you around your room. Your heart was fluttering in your chest. You wondered if he could feel it when he put you down and kissed you on the cheek. “Thank you. Oh, thank you, (Y/N)! And welcome to The Show.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggled..

“Just email me your information and stuff, so I can make sure my manager puts you on the payroll and stuff.” 

“Oh, no. You don’t have to pay me,” you chuckled. 

“Are you kidding? Yes, I do.” 

“Really. I’ll just do it as a favor to you,” you said. 

“(Y/N), I’m paying you. You’re part of this tour and you deserve compensation for your work, ok? No arguing.” 

You bit your lip as you heard Harry say from the doorway, “We could use the money for rent.” 

“Harry! This doesn’t involve you.” 

“Oh, but it does. I’m the one who suggested you to him,” he folded his arms. 

You looked at Niall, who nodded. “He did. I don’t know how I didn’t think of you on my own.” 

Your face got hot. You think of him every day, but that’s a different story. 

“Ok fine. What email do I need to send it to?” you asked, opening your phone notes. 

Niall smiled and typed it in, leaving his phone number and his manager’s underneath it. “Thank you again, (Y/N). I owe you big time.” 

“Oh, it’s no biggie really,” you shrugged. 

Niall looked at the time on his phone. “I’ve got to go, but text me with ideas and stuff, ok? I wanna know what you’re thinking.” 

Does he though? Does he really want to know what you’re thinking?

“Ok,” you squeaked out. 

Niall said goodbye to Harry and he shut your door as he walked his friend out. You kicked your feet and fell onto your bed, smiling. You pinched yourself to make sure this was real. Ow! Yep. Definitely real.

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You did nothing for the next week except sketch outfits to show Niall. He had texted you to ask you how it was going. You told him that you had a lot of ideas, but you couldn’t make anything yet because you needed his measurements.

So if you could send those to me ASAP, I’d appreciate it 🙂

I don’t know how to do that. Why don’t you come over and measure me?

Now?

Yeah. I’m not doing anything right now

Ok. Holy shit. Your heart was pounding. Yeah. Let me get some supplies and I’ll head right over.

Perfect. Do you need anything from me?

Dear God. You had to close your eyes and swallow. No, just be ready. 🙂 Do you need anything from me? I’m going to go get coffee. Do you want one?

Coffee sounds nice

Ok. Awesome. I’ll get you one

Thanks, darling

See you soon

You composed yourself, got dressed into skinny jeans, a v-neck t-shirt, and sneakers. You made sure your ponytail was sleek and smooth, brushed your teeth, grabbed your sketch pad, and headed out the door. The whole time you were in the drivethrough to get coffee, your heart was pounding. 

You finally got out of the drivethrough, two coffees sitting in a holder in your passenger seat, and headed to Niall’s apartment. You had been there before for parties and such, but you had never been there without Harry, or alone for that matter.

You took all of your supplies and coffees and headed to Niall’s penthouse. When you rang the bell, it took a little while for Niall to answer the door, but it was a big place, so you understood.

When he finally did get to the door, you were taken aback. He had messy bed head, gray sweatpants, and a very tight t-shirt on. “Hey,” he smiled.

“Hi,” you said breathlessly. 

“Let me take those,” Niall said, taking the tray of coffees from you and inviting you in. He put the cups on the counter, thanked you, and then took a sip from his. “So, let me see what you’ve got cooking.” 

“Um,” you tried to get your head on straight and realize what he just said. He smelled like vanilla and strawberries and it was making you dizzy. “Right,” you took your sketchbook out of your bag and showed him. 

Niall sat at the chair by his counter and opened your sketchbook before you could even grab it. He smiled at designs and nodded at the ones he really liked. “You’re so talented, (Y/N). This is insane.” 

Your face got hot at his compliment. “Thanks. If you have any other ideas, write them down or just tell me and I can sketch it out.” 

He shook his head. “I trust you. I like what I’m seeing so far.”

“O-ok.” 

“So, my measurements,” Niall said.

“Right,” you chuckled nervously, getting up. “Uh,” you rummaged through your bag to get a measuring tape. “Yeah. You should probably stand up.”

Niall chuckled and did what you asked. “Where should we go?” 

“What’s a good spot for you?”

“Here. The living room is spacious. Let’s go there,” he guided you over to his living room and then clapped his hands together. You put your bag and things down on the couch. Niall stood there with his hands on his hips. 

You cleared your throat. “Um, yeah. Ok. So, let me measure you.” 

“Should I take my shirt off?” he asked, his fingers at the hem on his tee.

“Uh, yeah. That’d probably be best,” you smiled nervously. 

“Right,” Niall slipped his shirt off and tossed it on the couch. 

Your mouth hung open and you swear you felt drool running down your lip. When you didn’t say anything for a good minute, Niall smirked. “Memorizing the abs for your next drawing?” 

“Huh?” you asked, finally making contact with his eyes. He had a devious smile on his face. “Yeah. Right,” you chuckled. “Um, ok. Let’s get you measured.” You took out your sketchpad and a pen, so you could write down the numbers and rested it on the coffee table. You picked up the measuring tape and told him to hold out his arms, so you could get his wingspan. Dear God, he was long. 

It was going well for now. When you wrapped the tape around his waist, his abs flexed and he giggled. “Sorry, your hands are cold.” 

“Oh, sorry!” you took your hands away quickly from his warm body and tried to shake them out to get them to normal temperature. 

“It’s ok, (Y/N),” he chuckled. 

“Right. Let me continue,” you said, clearing your throat. You put the measuring tape around Niall’s neck next and you saw his Adam’s Apple bob. 

“Geez (Y/N). If you’re going to choke me, at least take me to dinner first,” he smirked, winking. 

You chuckled nervously and your hand shakily wrote down the number. “Sorry. I didn’t think it was that tight.” 

Niall reached out and squeezed your arm. “I’m pulling your leg. You’re fine.” 

“Ok,” you said nervously, making sure you had all the numbers down. 

“Are you alright (Y/N)?” Niall asked, cocking his head to the side. 

“Me? Yeah. I’m great,” you smiled at him. 

He raised an eyebrow at you. “You sure?” 

“Mmmhmm.”

“Then, why are you packing up?” he asked. 

“Huh? Cause I’m done,” you said.

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah?” 

“I’m going to have to wear pants on tour,” Niall folded his arms. 

“Yeah. I know.” 

“So, shouldn’t you get those measurements too?” 

“Oh. Right,” you chuckled, unraveling the measuring tape. “Sorry. I think I’m just nervous.” 

“Nervous?” Niall raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah. About making clothes for you. I want them to turn out right.” You ran your hands down your pants. You were really nervous about Niall taking his pants off.

“(Y/N), you’ve got to stop doubting yourself. You are so talented, alright?” he said, putting his hand under your chin once again.

You tried to swallow, or smile, or say something, but all your body could register to do was nod.

“Shall we continue?” he asked. 

You nodded quicker and Niall removed his hands from your chin. He moved back a bit and took his sweatpants off, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. You tried not to stare, you really did, but the outline of his cock was right there. And it was not something that could be missed. You’ve seen Niall in a bathing suit before, but this was… new territory. 

You swallowed. “Ready?” Niall asked. 

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled up at him. You put the tape around his waist first, which caused you to wrap your arms around him and have Niall smirk. You wrote down the number, trying not to make eye contact with your brother’s best friend. You did breathe in though at one point, and his smell nearly made your eyes roll back.

Your hands were no longer cold, the more you moved down his body. You measured his thighs, the length from his ankle to his waist, and everything else you needed. By the end, you felt like you had just finished a grueling workout with how much you were sweating.

By the time you wrote the last number down, your hand was shaky. You were literally eye level with his cock, as you were kneeling to get his measurements. And when you were done, you noticed it had filled out his underwear a bit more than when you started. 

“Ok. I’m all done now,” you got up and did not make eye contact with Niall. “I just need your shoe size.” 

“8,” he said. “Do you need some water or something? You’re sweating a lot. Are you sick?” 

You wrote down his shoe size, continuously scribbling over it. “No. I’m ok,” you said, without looking at him. “Thank you, Ni. Text me if you have any input on what you want to wear, ok?”

You put your bag on your shoulder and started to walk towards his front door. “You’re leaving?” you heard him call behind you. 

“Well, yeah. We’re finished, aren’t we?” 

“Are we?” he asked, his arms folded. 

You swallowed and turned around. “What do you mean?” 

“Why are you so anxious to leave all of a sudden?” 

“Well, my job’s done for now. Wanna get going on those designs, you know?” you chuckled nervously. When he didn’t say anything, you continued. “Plus, I don’t want to take up your day. You probably have a lot more important things to worry about.”

“This is important.”

You just nodded, not knowing what to say. 

“Will you stay for a bit? I have some wine,” Niall suggested. 

“Um, yeah. But, can you put some clothes on, please?” 

Niall smirked as he grabbed his pants. “Don’t like the view, hmm?”

No you did. That’s exactly why you needed him to put on some pants because he is your brother’s best friend and you had to eliminate the thoughts you had when you were kneeling in front of him. 

You swallowed. “Just let me know when I can look at you again.” 

“You can look at me anytime you want, darling,” Niall said, pulling his shirt back on.

You looked at Niall, now fully-clothed, and he smirked back at you, running his tongue over his lips. 

“I’ll-I’ll take that water now,” you stammered. 

“Mmmhmm,” he said, still looking back at you as he walked to his kitchen. He got your water and a glass of wine for him.

When he walked back to you with a full glass of water, you could feel your heart pounding. You took it in your shaky hand, suddenly parched. You gulped down the water as Niall watched you as he slowly sipped his wine. When you finished with the water, you handed the glass back to him. “Thank you.” 

“Sure,” he took it back, walking it back to the kitchen, and putting it in his dishwasher. 

You sat down on his couch for only a second because you felt like you were going to pass out. 

When he came back to you, he smiled. “Decided to stay, hmm?”

You bit your lip. “No. Actually I just felt a bit dizzy, so I needed to sit down for a second.” 

“Dizzy?” Niall asked, getting on his knees in front of you. “Can’t have that.” 

“I’m fine,” you said, running your hands over your face quickly. 

“How many fingers?” Niall asked holding up three of them.

“Um, six?” you joked.

He smirked. “I may need to nurse you back to health.” He put a hand up to your forehead. 

You swallowed again, loudly this time, and you think Niall noticed. 

“Seriously, are you ok?” he wondered, poking your shin with his finger. 

You let out a big sigh and closed your eyes. “Yes. I’m great.” 

When you opened them, he smiled. “Can’t have my stylist passing out on me. I might only go on stage in socks and undies.” 

“I don’t think your fans would hate that,” you looked down, smiling.

“You wouldn’t either, would you?” he winked. 

If you were drinking your water right now, you would have spit it out. How did you answer that?

“Ni…”

He just winked at you as he got up and stretched. He grabbed your sketchbook from the couch. “Now you can draw my abs properly for the next outfit.” You kicked him jokingly and he chuckled. “I’m just trying to ease the tension.” 

Tension? Was there tension? God, you needed to get out of here. 

You chuckled nervously. “Yeah,” you took the book back from him and put it in your bag. 

You stood up and when you did you were face to face with Niall, only a couple inches shorter than him. 

“Are you going to be ok with all this?” Niall whispered as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“This?” You swallowed. 

He chuckled. “Seeing me almost naked every show to dress me.” 

You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Please.” 

Niall had the biggest smirk on his face. “You’re very jumpy today.” 

“I told you I’m nervous.” 

“Because of me?” 

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” you nearly whispered. 

“Stop saying that, babe,” he poked you in the sides. “You could never disappoint me. I’m gonna look so sexy on stage no matter what.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes as he did a little dance. 

Niall took your hand and your heart nearly stopped. He kissed it gently. “Believe in yourself. You’re so talented.” 

You let out a shaky breath, ignoring his comment. “Well, I better get to work. We only have like a month left.” 

“Don’t exhaust yourself now,” he said, walking you towards the door. “And document your hours so you get paid for it.” 

“It’ll be a trial run,” you said. “To see if you like them.” 

“(Y/N),” he nearly growled while hanging onto the doorway. “You’re getting paid.” 

“Yes, sir,” you swallowed. 

Sir? What the hell were you saying? 

Niall smirked. He took your chin in his hand once again. “Good girl,” he winked. “Off you go.” 

Your legs forgot how to move. Your brain might have shut down as well. You turned quickly without saying another word and walked to the elevator. 

As you pressed the button and waited for the doors to open, you looked back at Niall’s door. He was still standing there, making sure you got on safely. 

You waved like an idiot and he waved back, beaming. The second you got on the elevator your legs literally buckled. Good girl? The wink. 

Lord, you were not going to survive this tour. 

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So good!

Tour Niall has me so hot and bothered, OMG. Could you do a smut request? This would be a single version of Niall. Maybe y/n works at one of the venues Niall is touring at, and she for some reason just doesn't like him. His confidence comes off as cockiness to her. But shortly after one of his shows ends (specifically one that ends with Niall in a tank top), she is somehow alone with him, and she is trying so hard to hide that she's turned on. But Niall senses it and starts toying with her, flirting cockily, and then he gets closer and closer and starts to overwhelm her with the way he looks and smells (sweaty from the show). And then when he fully has her, he has her worship his arms and then his chest, and he has her undress him slowly. And then he has her get on her knees and beg for his cock. And then a long blowjob where he's enjoying holding her down as she chokes on his member and tears are streaming. And throughout all of this, he's dirty talking, condescending and patronizing her non-stop. Just so cocky, bcuz he knows she didn't like him but now she's worshipping him. Woof. I'm sorry. So horny.

Ok. So I changed it up a little bit, but the concept is still there. I hope you like it.

WARNINGS: smut, male receiving oral, cocky Niall, a bit of degradation, cursing, do nit read if you are under 18

Wc: 2164

Niall Horan's tour was coming back to the venue you worked at and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

Every time you met him, he was always so cocky. Parading around like he owned the place. Harry was the best member of One Direction and everyone knows it.

So, when it was show day, you were the stage manager for the venue, you had to stop yourself from barfing as his tour equipment, plastered with his name, rolled inside.

You sighed, looking at your paper for the lighting queues, stage layout, and the sound system.

Just as you were laying everything out, and ready to set up for the night, you heard that stupid Irish voice. "Hey there, darling. Long time no see."

You rolled your eyes before you knew if he was talking to you or not. You turned around, your clipboard to your chest, and frowned when you saw Niall approaching with his guitar in hand.

"I'm not your darling."

He smiled. "Alright. Well, I figured darling was better than witch, so..." he shrugged.

You sighed. "Are you ready to go on stage?"

"I'd rather sit here and talk to you," he smirked.

"I'd rather walk on 1,000 porcupines."

"Ouch," Niall scrunched up his face.

"You have 15 seconds," you said, putting on your headset. "14, 13..."

"Alright. Alright. I'll catch ya later, darling." Niall smirked before he walked onto stage.

You sighed one more time before saying, "one." Niall and the band could hear you through their in-ears so the second you said that, the opening chords of "Nice To Meet Ya" played. And you hated that you knew that.

You had to stop your foot from tapping to the beat. This song was so dumb. Why does he love the sea? Ugh.

You made the mistake of looking up just as he thrusted his hips at the last "whoo." You cleared your throat and your stage hand looked at you. You rolled your eyes, acting like that didn't completely turn you on.

It didn't help that he wore a sleeveless shirt and had gained a lot more muscle than the last time he was here. You bit your lip around your pencil and nearly missed the next lighting queue.

"Shit. Spotlight please," you whispered into your headset. The spotlight turned to Niall just before he began his short acoustic set.

He was glowing in that light. You could see the sweat dripping off him and you had to swallow.

"Are you ok?" You heard your assistant ask.

"Hmm?"

"You're like sweating."

"Oh. Yeah. It's just a bit warm. Plus, I almost missed that queue," you shrugged. "I'm fine."

"Mmmhmm," she said, eyeing you.

She walked away, making sure the next guitar that Niall was swapping out, was ready as you composed yourself.

What was wrong with you?

After the acoustic section, Niall made the crowd say his name, he swiveled his hips, winked, ran his hands down his body and said "owww!" And none of that was turning you on. No, of course not.

It did make you laugh when he looked hurt when he got up from his knees.

You had rolled your eyes so many times by the time Niall got to the last line of "Slow Hands" that you thought they were going to stay that way.

Niall got off the stage, hugging his band, and then winked at you before he went into his dressing room.

You sighed, taking off your headset, thankful for the show to be over.

You had shut off the switches and your headset and cleaned up the area before heading to leave. You were the last person there and you shut the lights off.

However, before you could leave, you were stopped at the door by a delivery person. You thanked them and took the food. Of course, it was for Niall.

You asked everyone if they could take it to them, many rejecting because they had to go, had another job to do, or were too starstruck to talk to him. So, you were stuck with the task.

You sighed as you walked down the hall, finding the room labeled "Niall Horan."

You knocked on the door and waited a few seconds.

"Yes? Who is it?"

You sighed. "I have your food."

You heard some fumbling. Niall opened the door and you shoved it into his chest. His bare chest.

When you pulled away, you realized Niall was in a towel.

"Sorry. Were you in the shower?"

"I was about to get in," Niall said. "But... I guess it can wait."

He smelled like sweat. Why was it turning you on?

"Right. Well, I'll let you get to it."

"Gone so soon?" He smirked. "You don't want to join?"

"Uck," you pushed on his chest, his sweaty, muscular chest. "Pig."

Niall smirked. "You want some food? I have enough here to feed a book club."

You chuckled. Oh God. Why did you chuckle?

Niall smirked. "Come and have some food (Y/N). You worked just as hard as me."

He walked into his dressing room and put the food on the table.

"That's definitely not true," you said. "I mean...," realizing what you said.

Niall couldn't help but beam. "You were watching me out there?" He asked, taking a wing and eating it.

"That's kind of my job."

"But, not off stage," he smirked as he put his wing bone on a napkin. "Yet, here you are now," he licked his finger of the sauce, "watching me."

"You wish," you rolled your eyes.

"I don't have to wish anything, darling. It's quite obvious."

"You are so conceited. You make me sick," you nearly spat.

"Do I?" He asked, running his hand through his hair. "Then, why are you beginning to sweat and your eyes are blown out?"

"Cause you irritate me," you stamped your foot.

"Is that right?" Niall asked, folding his arms.

"Yes. It is. Enjoy your food," you turned to leave and Niall followed. However, when he tried to stop you and walk forward, his towel fell down. And he had nothing on under it.

Niall had your arm in his hand and you were both breathing heavy now. You would not look down, only at his face.

"Put that thing away. It's pathetic."

Niall just chuckled.

"I could sue you for harrassment," you said.

"But you won't. Because it's killing you not to look properly. Isn't it?" He cocked his head to the side.

When you didn't answer and all you could do was swallow, Niall grabbed your chin. "If you are uncomfortable and want to say I'm harassing you, go. Walk away and do it. But, if you aren't..." he pointed down to his cock and raised his eyebrow.

"You're disgusting," you said.

"And you're not leaving."

Your heart was pounding at this point. Why were you thinking about sucking his dick? Like honestly contemplating it.

You hadn't had any action in a while, so your pussy was making the decisions for you, not your brain.

You fell to your knees before you could even register what you were doing. Niall smirked and grabbed on his cock, pumping it. "I always knew you were a slut for this cock."

"Just.... shut up and let's get this over with," you said.

Niall smirked so big, you rolled your eyes. "Get it over with? Oh no, baby. I'm gonna take my time with you."

"Please don't make me throw up anymore than I feel like I am now."

"No promises," he said, his cock extremely close to your lips now. "Once my cock his your uvula, who knows what could happen."

"You wish it was that big."

Niall chuckled. "Why don't you test it out and see?" He stroked his cock in front of your face, pre-cum already leaking from the head.

You grabbed onto his cock and practically hissed. "Ugh. This is just giving you an even bigger head."

"The only big head right now is the one in your hands."

You rolled your eyes and licked up the side of his cock. "God, I don't know if your ego could get any bigger. I might have to leave the room."

"My ego won't, honey, but my cock certainly will the second your mouth wraps around it."

You rolled your eyes, but still licked around his tip before putting his cock in your mouth. "That's it, baby," Niall moaned. "Fuck yes."

At this point, Niall took over. He guided your head further onto his cock and you were choking within what felt like seconds.

"God, look at you. Pathetic little slut just choking on my cock. That's all your good for, hmm?"

All you could do was gurgle around his length. "Finally found a way to shut you up. I'll have to do this more often."

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, but suddenly they were filled with tears as his cock was all the way down your throat. You spat around his cock and tried to breathe through your nose. Niall wiped a tear away with the hand not on your head and pouted. "Aww. Crying cause you finally got a taste of this cock, hmm?"

You tapped him, indicating that you really couldn't breathe and he took his hand off your hair. You pulled off his cock and coughed violently. Hoarsely, you said, "I still hate you."

"Do you, baby?" He asked, tapping his cock on your lips. "That's a shame. Cause my cock is loving your little whore mouth."

"You're a jerk."

"Maybe," he shrugged. "But you're the one with my cock in your mouth."

You wiped off your spit.

"You gonna finish me off or what?" He asked.

"What if I just walked away right now and left you to jerk your tiny cock off in the shower?"

Niall raised his eyebrows. "Then, I'd be thinking about you the whole time, baby. How you got down on your knees so easily for me."

"Alright," you held up your hands. "If I finish you off, will you shut the fuck up and never bother me again?"

"Aww, but we're having so much fun."

You went to get up and Niall tried to put you back down. "No, no. I promise. Just please," he grabbed onto his cock. "Please, (Y/N). Just wanna see you choke on my cock one more time."

You rolled your eyes and put his cock back in your mouth. This time he let you be in charge. His hands only caressed your face. "That's a good girl for me. Look at you. My cock goes down your throat so easily." Just as he said that you sputtered on his cock. "God, (Y/N), I'm going to dream about this tonight."

When your mouth was lined up with his balls, you choked and concentrated on breathing. "That's it. I'm so close now, darling."

You pulled off a bit and bobbed your head up and down his cock. Niall's mouth hung open and he grabbed onto the back of your head as he came in your mouth. "Fuck," he said in a shudder.

When he pulled his cock out, his cum dripped from our mouth. He pulled your head back. "Swallow it, you slut."

You cringed and swallowed his cum. When it all went down your throat, you gagged. You wiped your mouth off and snarled at Niall.

He was happy as anything, chowing down on another chicken wing.

"You do need a shower. You taste disgusting."

"Mmm. I've been told otherwise," he said, pointing the wing at you. "Plus, you seemed to quite enjoy it." He reached up and wiped a bit of cum off your lip.

"It was the worst thing I've ever done," you lied.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So, you're not wet right now?" He asked, wiping his hands together to clean off the sauce from his food.

You chuckled. "Not even a drop. I'm drier than the Sahara Desert."

"Let's prove it."

"You're such a pervert," you said, hitting his chest.

"Maybe," he finished chewing. "But, I'm a pervert who's right."

"In your dreams, Horan."

"I'll tell you what?" He picked up the money off the table. "I'll bet you this tip I was going to give the delivery guy that you're soaked."

You snorted. "So, now I'm a prostitute?"

"I'm never said that. You were the one who got on your knees."

When you didn't say anything, he told you to lean against his couch and turn around. You did as he said and he smirked when he pulled down your pants and saw that your panties were soaked. "Looks like I win."

"Good. I don't want your money anyway."

"No?" He asked, leaning over to nibble on your ear. "Would you settle for my cock entering your slick pussy?"

"God, I hate you."

"I know, darling," he said, as he pulled down your panties. "And I'm gonna fuck you like I hate you too."

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