#Niall Horan oneshot

[horansqueen]

i read your “spitting & bj” oneshot all the time 😅 i would love if you could write some more oral (m receiving) with niall! love your writing!

thank you! i havent written in a year. so im sorry i know this isnt really good but it was about time I got back to it! hopefully some of you enjoy this! 1.4k smut!

"This traffic jam is fucking annoying." my boyfriend mumbled with a groan. "I swear it's like that every fucking afternoon."

I turned my head slightly to look at him, my eyes roaming up and down, from his face to his thighs before a small smile drew itself on my lips despite myself.

"Okay grumpy."

He groaned once again and I chuckled before moving closer to him and grabbing the side of his face, my palm rubbing gently on his growing beard as I imagined how it would feel on the inside of my thighs if he would eat me out.

"Baby, calm down, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're together, don't you think?"

Slowly, he turned my way and his eyes met mine, making my smile grow bigger immediately. I could never be tired of watching him, and as cliché as it could sound, every time our eyes met, I would feel butterflies hit the inside of my stomach, threatening to escape.

I leaned my head against the seat, my eyes never leaving his, and let my hand slip from his face to his neck and down his chest. I had to move a little closer to reach between his legs and it made him raise his eyebrows, a smirk appearing quickly on his face.

"You seem surprised." I pointed out with a chuckle as I moved my upper body even closer. "We're stuck in traffic, the car barely moved in the past 10 minutes, perhaps you need something to entertain yourself?"

"You're my favorite entertainment, petal, you know that." he laughed a bit. "And if you want to distract me with your hands, I'll never say no."

I licked my lips and held my bottom lip with my teeth as I carrssed his cock over his pants, something moving down to his balls. I could feel him get harder and harder the more I touched him and it turned me on too. I let out a short whimper, making him thrust his hips up despite himself. I pressed my thighs together, trying to resist the urge to touch myself and when someone behind us honked, we both jumped and I took my hand back.

"Fookin' asshole." my boyfriend muttered, moving a bit on his seat before driving the car over the few feet separating us from the car ahead. "It's not like it changed anything."

Without wasting time, I brought my hand back to his dick and my heart jumped on my chest when I realized he was still hard. Immediately, he moved on his seat to get a better position and I kept touching him gently.

"You know it's literally impossible to concentrate on anything else but your hand on my cock, pet, don't you?"

"Mmhm." I admitted, biting my bottom lip again. "What would you say if I used both hands?"

"I'd say I'm all yours, you can do anything you want, angel."

My other hand reached for his zipper and without thinking, he moved his ass up to help me. I could feel my pussy throb as I took his hard dick out of his pants without even caring who could see us. I was turned on by the fact that I could easily arouse him and quickly grabbed his cock with both hands, stroking him gently. He let his head fall against the seat, his eyes closed and I glanced at the windshield to make sure we didn't need to drive again.

"Petal, you're such a tease."

I felt his fingers run in my hair and suddenly, he grabbed it and brought my head closer to his cock. My lips brushed on his tip and that simple contact brought my whole body on fire. He seemed to enjoy it too as he let out a moan.

"Use your lips and tongue baby, be the good little slut I know you can be."

I didn't even think a second about protesting. When Niall asked me something like that, there was nothing I wanted more than to please him. I stuck my tongue out slightly, running it on the soft tip of his dick, trying to resist the urge to suck on it right away. I loved teasing him but most of the time, I was even more impatient than he was to taste him, and I couldn't stop myself.

This time, though, I took my time, licking the head of his cock slowly and gently as his fingers slipped in my hair again. I pulled the skin of his cock down, running the tip of my tongue right around the base of his head and his hand gripped my hair so tight I felt tears in my eyes. My pussy started throbbing harder and I whimpered again.

"Just take it in your mouth now, or I swear you're going to regret it when we get home."

This time, it took me a second to react. I wanted to know how exactly he would punish me when we'd get home, but I was also avid for the taste of his precum on my buds. He pushed on my head and I just opened my mouth, feeling my lips slide around his cock, pressing them on his length to turn him on even more.

"Mm, fuck, stay there."

I tried to breathe from my nose but gagged a few times before choking and when he let go of me he pulled again on my hair, his eyes meeting mine this time.

"D'you think you can make me cum before I need to focus on the road again, petal?"

I nodded quickly, more eager to please than I had ever been, and it made an other smirk take shape on his lips. I was expecting him to bring my head back to his hard cock but instead, he moved his hand between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through my pants with the side of his hand. It didn't seem to satisfy him and in a swift movement, he slipped his hand in my pants, over my panties, and gently pressed the tip of his middle finger on my clit.

"I love how wet you get from sucking my cock." he whispered, moving his finger so slowly that it made my body tremble. "If you make me cum good, I promise that when we get home, I'll suck on your cunt until you beg me to stop."

"What if I never want you to stop?" I asked innocently, tilting my head.

"Then I'll never stop."

Quickly, I undid my seatbelt to be more comfortable and moved back down on his cock, taking it completely in my mouth and running my tongue on it at the same time. He kept moving his hips up and down, fucking my mouth the best he could, and when I felt his dick twitch in my mouth, I knew he was close. I moved my head away and closed my eyes, feeling his warm cum spurting all over my face, landing on my lips, cheeks and even some in my hair.

"You're such a fucking little minx, I swear." He complained with a grunt. "I wanted to cum on your mouth and you knew it."

He pulled me up by my hair and our gazes met again. His eyes roamed on my face, probably looking at his cum covering my face, and he shook his head slightly. I licked my lips, finally tasting him and moaned low, making the left corner of his lips raise up. He brought one of his fingers on my cheek to gather some of his cum and brought it back to my lips. I quickly sucked on his finger until he took it back and he smiled more.

I brought the bottom of my shirt up to wipe the rest of his orgasm off my cheeks but he stopped me.

"Don't. Keep it." he ordered. "That's the price to pay for not doing exactly what I wanted. And buckle up, we're finally moving."

I remained silent and did what he told me to do as I started to remember where we were.

"Do you think anyone saw us?" I asked, not daring to look by any windows.

"Probably. I hope they enjoyed the show." he laughed, putting his dick back in his pants and zipping them again. "Too bad for them, they won't say what I'm gonna do to you when we get home."

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[justmeinatree]

Hii! I have an idea for a blurb, based on the picture! It's where Niall and his girl are picking up their Christmas tree then taking it home to decorate! Maybe it's their first Christmas together!❤️

lets do it girlie !! a merry christmas to all who celebrate !! please enjoy this little token of niall fluff (with tons of room for a smutty sequel) ✌️♥️

Word Count : 800

“m’carrying a fuckin tree and you want to stop and pose ?” niall laughs, coming to a halt nonetheless, facing you with the biggest grin on his face.

you can feel your eyes light up at the gesture, because really it must feel just downright annoying to have to stop in the middle of the street with a literal tree on your shoulder.

so you make it quick, snapping a few photos of niall, rushing back over to his side, hooking your arm into his, and scurrying off towards his house. 

it was your first christmas since starting to date niall, as you’d met in late january. so this year, you were still falling into the rhythm of creating some sort of tradition with him. and this, getting a christmas tree, was first on the list.

niall busied himself placing the tree in the stand, cursing the entire time, making you giggle more and more. especially with every instruction of “just a little more that way” you were spewing out. and now, he was rummaging through the storage in his basement to find the boxes of lights and ornaments, while you were in the kitchen, setting up a plate of cookies and making some hot chocolates.

by the time you’d made your way back to the living room, niall had everything set out, and even the beginnings of a small fire in the fireplace.

“for you,” you smile, handing him a mug, heaping with mini marshmallows, watching him take the first sip and humming in delight.

as you work at untangling the lights, niall strings them up into the tree, a grumble catching your attention, and making you look up, a loud laugh erupting from deep in your belly.

niall had somehow tangled himself up completely in the string, feet locked together, fumbling to stay standing.

“could help instead of taking videos of me !” he exclaims, laughing himself, as he notices you with your phone up, clearly recording this moment for good measure.

“nah, i think i’d rather leave you tied up,” you giggle, sauntering over to him, making no effort to help him at all.

“hey now, that’s my job,” he chuckles, gripping into your hips, pulling you to him and tackling you to the floor, both of you in a heap on the ground, laughing breathlessly.

once you’ve both managed to calm down enough, niall begins to leave a soft trail of kisses from your shoulder, up the side of your neck, to your earlobe, “love you, petal. no one i’d rather be with this christmas.”

you smile, your cheeks turning warm, you were going to blame the fire for that one, no matter how much you knew it was a blatant lie. you turn over just enough, nibbling onto niall’s ear and tugging on it slightly, “c’mon, before you get too sappy,” you hum playfully, sitting up, untangling the lights from around his body, both of you coming to a stand again.

the rest of the tree decorating went by without a hitch, niall even letting you place the star up top of the tree. and now that your beverages were polished off, and the plate of cookies had nothing but crumbs scattered on its surface, you were both sitting in the middle of the living room, backs pressed to the coffee table, feet kept warm by the fire.

niall’s arm is slung over your shoulders, your head resting on his, tucked into his neck, “tree looks beautiful,” you murmur, looking over it from your comfortable little nook.

“you look beautiful,” he whispers back without missing a beat, pulling you closer to him, leaving a kiss against your hair.

you can feel niall’s socked foot, gliding up and down your own, his body itching to get any bit closer to you, “think there’s another tradition i’d like to start,” he hums, hooking his finger under your chin, making you lift your head out of his neck, and face him.

“what’s that ?” you ask softly, eyes peering into his.

niall cups your jaw, pulling your mouth to his, slotting your lips together in a gentle kiss, “think we need to christen the season,” he smirks softly, rolling himself above you, and pulling you by your legs until you’re flush on the floor.

you squeak, giggling, laying flat underneath your boyfriend, biting your lip, “s’a good thing i wore a little something new under these clothes. little christmas surprise for my love.” 

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[buck-nialled]

Bedhead - N. Horan Imagine

NOTE: more niall fluff! woot woot! also a swear word, maybe two? yeah, definitley two. 

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SUMMARY: you spend the night and niall’s house for the first time. bedhead and thoughts of the future ensue...

When Niall offered the invitation to spend the night at his flat yesterday, it wasn’t a surprising request. With your hectic schedules clashing the past couple of weeks, meeting for lunch on your work break or squeezing into his studio for a couple of minutes wasn’t cutting it. It was turning you feral to go a day without seeing him, especially because these are days you should be cherishing with him before his next tour begins.

And Niall?

Niall was itching just as much to get his daily dose of your laugh, and special hug you only give him, and delicious cooking that never fails to linger on his taste buds like each kiss you press to his lips. He finally sent you the fateful text offering you to come over later and not leave till morning in the midst of trying to write a stubborn chorus. Each time his mind traveled away from possible lyrics and instead imagined how your workday was treating you, his pencil would slide hopelessly off of the paper of his journal. Needless to say, working on the song came to be fruitless since he hasn’t felt the presence of his muse—you, always you—for some time.

As soon as his phone chimed with your response—can I bring my own blanket? I’m picky—Niall was bustling out of the building to straighten up his place before your visit. It was impossible to wipe the growing smile from his face, his mom would be proud to see him grinning like mad whilst hanging up clothes he’d been neglecting and vacuuming his rug. By the time he hand washed the final plate speckled with remnants of last night’s dinner, the doorbell rang.

It was quite a talent, how the man could walk out and sing to sold-out venues packed with thousands of strangers. But when his favorite human alerted their presence at his front door, he lost footing on his venture there and felt knots tightening in his stomach. As soon as the door swung ajar and he saw you standing there, already adorned in sweats and a throw blanket in hand, the knots faded. All the nerves from earlier weren’t as prominent and when you brought him in for his special hug, he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate the tight embrace for a second.

He sucks in a sharp breath, inhaling your shampoo that always gets him wobbly in the knees. “Gods, I’ve missed you.” He admits as you dig your nose into the crook of his neck.

“That’s a relief because I’ve also missed you,” your mumble is near incoherent with your lips pressed below his ear, but with your proximity, he makes out most of it. “Umm…” when you two finally separate, you raise your Sherpa throw to be in his view. “You never replied to my text, but I brought it anyway.”

“Of course, lover. That’s fine. Come on in, I was just about to start dinner.” You trailed behind him inside, already bundling yourself with the blanket.

“Oh, you’re cooking?” Niall eyes you suspiciously at the inquiry, not that you had much reason to be judgemental of his average culinary skill.

“Did you have something else in mind?” You wiggle your body in the midst of climbing up onto his kitchen island. Carefully, he approaches you, humming for an answer to his question.

“Would it be selfish of me to ask for a cheat day from you? We can order Nando’s and watch that new true-crime documentary—“ you gasp as Niall’s lips collide with yours instantaneously. You relish in the feeling of the smooth pair gliding with yours like a well-rehearsed dance.

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a fuck yes.” Niall corrects, before reattaching his lips with yours.

Halfway through your chicken bowl and the true-crime documentary you swore you would stay awake until the end for—-despite your extensive workday—Niall found you in a deep slumber against his chest and blanketed with your throw and his arm. As soon as he discovered you snoozing, he made it his mission to pause the documentary so you would not miss anything, and escort you to his bed. In his endeavor to be unnoticed when picking you up and laying you on his duvet, you still stirred awake to find him swearing under his breath and trying to exit.

“Where are you going?” You ask lowly, barely making out his figure in the dim light.

“Heading to the couch, you need a good night's sleep.”

“Not without you.” Niall turns his attention back to your half-lidded stare and desperate pout. “Come here.” You plead, lifting the covers and scooting over to make a spot for him beside you. With this née invitation, Niall wasted no time shedding his sweatpants and old band t-shirt before shuffling beside you. You turn to face one another, admiring what you could in the minimal light.

Out of curiosity, you whisper. “Who do you think is gonna have the worst bedhead tomorrow?”

“Definitley me.” He snorts, roping an arm around your waist to tug you closer to him.

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“You’re underestimating me then, petal. My roots have a mind of their own.” He argues.

“Just wait till the morning, you’ll be regretting those words.” Your slur causes a smirk to climb onto Niall’s face and has him now imagining what he might wake up to. He simply leaves you with a murmur of, “g’night lover” and a gentle kiss to the crown of your head before allowing himself to fully sink into his mattress.

Out of all the images he dreamt of last night depicting what your “bedhead” might consist of, the last thing Niall expected to wake up to was cold sheets and a pillow tucked beneath his arm. The genius you were, disguised it with your throw blanket to radiate the scent of you and lull Niall back to sleep in case he stirred. After willing himself out of bed and emerging into the kitchen, he discovered you at his table built for two with last night’s leftovers and the daily newsprint in your hand.

Once spotting him still bare-chested with his unruly hair matted somewhat to his forehead, you spoke in between bites of your chicken. “Oh good, you’re up. What’s a five-letter word meaning…score of one over par on any hole?”

Niall could only muster a chuckle, as he admired the golden light peeking through the windows–allowing you to bask in it like a goddess. He languidly approaches the table to bend down and press a chaste kiss to your lips. “That’s a bogey, love.” Your eyes continuously flickered back up to his as you filled in the crossword with the proper term. Niall felt drowned in serotonin by the sight of you in his house, at his table, with no motivation to do anything but finish the daily crossword and keep him company. However, when his eyes traveled up to perceive your hair tied up and out of view, he felt…betrayed.

“Oi…what’s all that for?” His accent, still thick and raspy from sleep, interrogated you as he twirled a finger around his head.

“What? My bun?” Your pupils glanced up, though it did not aid you in seeing the messy up-do you attempted earlier in the morning. “It’s keeping my hair out of my face.”

“Uh-uh. Unacceptable.” Niall shook his head firmly while softly planting a fist on the table.

“Excuse me?” you inquired with a teasing smile.

“Last night, you promised me bedhead. Even said I’ll be regretting my words after I said I’d have the worst.” You recall last night clearly and nod your head through his explanation.

“That I did…”

“Well, I held up my end of the bargain.” He states, going as far as to “flip” some imaginary locks over his shoulders. “Now it’s your turn.”

With a sigh, you relinquish your hair from the elastic-band trap you planted earlier and allowed the locks to fall and frame your face wildly. Some pieces were knotted and awaiting service from a good brush, others were sticking wildly about in every direction. And despite the grease in your roots and sight of dead ends severely in need of a trim, you and Niall couldn’t help but grin at one another.

“Well?” Niall scoffs.

“Wow…you were right. The worst bedhead.” He confirms, admiring the silky strands.

“Told you.” You giggle, returning your gaze to the next crossword clue while Niall continues to admire your hair. And as he finally takes a seat across from you, stealing bites of your leftovers while you aren’t looking, and looking forward to the future where there will hopefully be more mornings with the daily crossword, and you correcting him with your beadhead, and more Nando’s sat between you–he also thinks about the spare key stowed away in his bedside drawer. He thinks of how good it would look next to your car keys, or next to his own set of keys on the table by his front door.

But he’s already asked to see your bedhead. And you both agreed to take things slow from the start. So, all he will have to do is wait a few more mornings.

“What are you staring at me for?” Shyly, you bringh the newspaper up to shield most of your face. With your eyes still peering over the paper, you observe Niall’s reddening cheeks. I guess now works too, he thinks to himself before drawinhg a deep breath. 

“Will you move in with me?” You ponder his question for a few moments, leaving space for a noticable tension to fill the room. Niall can feel his muscles tightening as you slowly fold the newspaper up and place it gently on the table, before sitting up from your seat. Niall gulps, fearing the worst until you are grappling his shoulders across the table to meet you in the middle for a searing kiss. 

“Is that a yes?” He beckons in between several more kisses. You shudder beneath his lips, ones you never wanted to spend another morning without. 

“It’s a fuck yes.”

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[somebucky]

A Niall Horan Imagine for @iamalexisrose

Your POV

For fun you and Niall decided to do the tiktok trend of exchanging gifts with your partner where 1. Is your partners favorite beverage, 2. Is your partners favorite candy/snack, 3. Is something in your partners favorite color, 4. Is a gift card to somewhere your partner likes to go, and 5. Is something you and your partner can do together.

You grinned staring at Niall from across the table. You and Niall decided to do the gift exchange tiktok trend with other friends and family over. Some were also going to do the trend. You loved it. This was so fun.

"Okay favorite beverage." Your friend Shai said after Louis started recording as Shai took notes to tally points. You both pulled out a bottle of Coca-Cola and laughed. "Same drink. Thats bonus points!" Niall grinned. Everyone laughed

"Candy or snack." A family member said to get the game moving. You pulled out a several bars of galaxy chocolates for Niall from your bag. Niall took out several twix candy bars for you from his bag. You both laughed that you had bought so many candy bars for each other. "Bonus points for bulk buying."

"Now its something in your partners favorite color." Liam said. At the same time you and Niall both took out hoodies. Your hoodie for Niall was green. And his hoodie for you was your favorite color. "Bonus points for both of us picking hoodies."

"Gift cards." Your Grandma said. You slid out one for Nandos for Niall and he slid out one for Aldis. You smiled. "Im getting myself flowers." You laughed. He chuckled at that.

"Something you can do together." Niall's Dad said. "You go first, princess." Niall encouraged. You took out a season pass to an indoor waterpark and theme park. "See all the fun. We can ride rollercoasters and swim!" You smile proudly. "That will be great fun, princess."

He smirks and takes out a small black velvet box from his bag. He steps closer to you and opens the box, revealing a ring. "Mine lasts a bit longer than a season pass." He smiled. "Oh my god. Are you serious?" Your jaw dropped as you looked between the ring and Niall. "Im serious. Will ya?" Niall asked. "Yes! Oh my god yes!" You hugged Niall.

**Thanks for requesting!!! Hope you liked it!!!**

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[nationalhoranleague]

Hey there

Favourite Niall Horan songs?

ugh this is a tough one because there literally isn’t a song i don’t like or like less than the others, so i’m gonna go top three for both albums

flicker:

• on the loose

• paper houses

• the tide

hbw:

• bend the rules

• cross your mind

• san francisco

and an honorable mention for finally free from the smallfoot movie ☺️

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[muserryy]

LATE NIGHT CALLS

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It's 1.30 am. Another lonely night drags on as you toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep. for the last 15 minutes you tried to relax by closing your eyes but you just feel restless. In desperation, you decide to call the only person who would understand and comfort you right now. your boyfie, harry.

You place your phone to your ear after calling on his number, knowing he's usually up late. but just in case he's not you just hope. Two rings and you bite down a smile finally hearing his voice on the other end.

"where are you?"

"Where do you think I would be in the middle of the night, miss y/n?" he asks playfully, you can tell by his voice he wasn't asleep.

"I mean, what are you doing?" you correct with a laugh as you notice the sound of papers rustling from his end, as if he is shuffling through pages of a book and then a quiet thud. He'd just closed his book as if he could already sense this won't be a brief convo.

"I could ask you the same thing… Why are you still up so late? isn't it past your bedtime?"

"yeah.. I can't sleep."

"hmm, well i was going to sleep soon." you make a quiet sound in response. "What's keeping you up? Are you hungry?"

"maybe… I don't know, but now you'll have to stay up with me." you hear him chuckle as you twirl your finger on your stomach. you can't stop smiling to yourself. To be honest your stomach feels a little empty, but your emotions are a little mixed because you're not sure exactly what you need right now.

"Why don't you try and eat something and see if it helps, hm?" he spins on his chair, biting his pen between his teeth as he waits for your response.

"I don't feel like getting up…"

"c'mon honey… you should take care of yourself." you sigh, curling up on the bed as his words sink in. "I will stay on the phone with you, if that's what you want." Now that's better.

"Okay, imma go find something to eat then." you grin, getting up, and paddle to the door with your phone to your ear as you walk to the kitchen. "Okay I'm here…"

"good, keep updating me." he smiles, he likes it when you listen to him.

"alright… let's check the fridge first, though I know there's nothing left in there." he remains silent while you open the fridge and then close. He hears your huff.

"so, I assume the fridge is empty."

"It is." you murmur. "I had some chips left but I don't remember where I'd put them." you check the cabinets, and find a pack of biscuits which you don't feel like eating. You close it back and check another one.

"you're such a cute mess, aren't you?" he laughs slightly.

You flush and you're somewhat thankful he can't see it even though he knows how you react to his words. "Are you gonna do something now??"

"What do you want me to do, darling? all I can do right now is listen to you."

Another huff from you was heard. Your eyes are scanning the kitchen while he continues to speak on call. Your gaze falls on the basket that is on the top of the refrigerator. you bring it down and there they are.

"Found itt!" you hear a "good" from him as you pick the already open packet and by the weight you can tell only few are left. "but that's just a few."

"Now don't say that… a few chips are better than no chips at all."

"heyy don't talk to me like that." you say as you pop a chip into your mouth. he chuckles, thinking how you get embarrassed so fast.

"I didn't mean it that way. I'm just happy you're going to eat something." you hmm in response to him as you start munching the chips quietly. "and make sure you drink plenty of water too... it will help you sleep." you hum again while eating.

"What were you doing though?" you ask him.

The conversation goes on as he tells you he was studying before you called him. you move back to your bed but not before having some water like he said. you snuggle back down, pulling the covers over your body while you both keep talking about anything. mostly him as he chatter away telling you about some random things that happened recently. This continued for another hour.

You just listen to his voice and respond whenever you can but for the most part you just hum. You start yawning and sighing tiredly at some point.

"sleepy?" he asks.

"no," you reply, though you sound drowsy. "stay on for a few more minutes… plwase…" He smiles to himself, finding the moment very endearing. He continues to talk but now slightly in whispers for you. Your eyelids are heavy and are slowly closing and moments after you're too drowsy- to even speak a full sentence- when he calls your name to check if you're asleep.

"y/n?" his voice deep with a soft tone. "Are you falling asleep, sweet?"

you muster another sleepy murmur, telling him to stay on the line and he hasn't stopped smiling for the past few minutes. your grip loosen on your phone.

"don't worry…I'll be right here until you're fully asleep." He stays on the call, the whole time until you fall asleep completely. when he tries and speaks to you again, there's no response.

He hears the faint sound of your breathing as you drift into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of him calling your name and whispering sweet nothings to you, knowing he's still there for you, even if it's by phone.

"Good night, honey."

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[strawnarrries]

"Should've Picked Me."

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

Requested: yes!!!

POV: 2nd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ya didn't pick me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn't help but blush at his words.

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

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

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

"Might?"

"Mhm," he nodded.

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

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

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

"Like what?" you grinned.

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

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

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

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned to himself.

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, yer sexy," he growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmm, punish me," you smirked.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Damn right I did," he smirked smugly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do we need a condom?" he asked.

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

"Fuckin' perfect," he groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ya regrettin' not pickin' me now?"

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

"Bet ya are."

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

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

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

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

"Can ya feel me in yer stomach?"

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

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

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

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

"Mhm," you whimpered.

"Say it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well duh," he replied.

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

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

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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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this was my first requested one shot so DONT HATE ME if it’s bad alsndkwksn

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Imagine com Niall Horan

Finally Home

N/a: Nem só de putaria vive a autora KKKKKKKKKK enfim, esse imagine ficou muuuuito curtinho, mas está tão gostosinho que eu resolvi trazer mesmo assim. Espero que gostem ❤️

Diálogo: Você pode me soltar agora / Desculpa.

Situação: !Namorado! x Niall Horan x !Namorada! x leitora.

Finalmente. 

Foi essa a primeira palavra que pensei quando a assessoria de Niall divulgou a nota de agradecimento pela turnê. 

Depois de longos oito meses, teria Niall ao meu alcance novamente. 

Por mais que nos falássemos todos os dias por ligações e diversas mensagens, não era a mesma coisa. Eu sentia a falta do contato. De poder sentir a textura da sua pele, o cheiro do cabelo, os dedos calejados pelo violão fazendo carinho.

Sentia falta dele. 

Como havíamos combinado, peguei algumas mudas de roupa e fui para o seu apartamento. Tinha a chave reserva desde que saíra mundo afora, principalmente para manter o apartamento em ordem e lhe enviar algumas coisas que havia esquecido. 

Passei no mercado, comprando um monte de besteiras. Depositei os salgadinhos em potes e coloquei uma garrafa de vinho na geladeira. 

A gerente de Niall me avisou que logo ele chegaria, então preparei um banho relaxante para ele. Enchendo a banheira e colocando os sais de banhos que sabia que ele gostava. Acendi uma vela de lavanda e fechei a porta do banheiro, para que tudo se mantivesse quentinho. 

Não conseguia ficar parada, caminhando praticamente em círculos pelo tapete até ouvir a porta ser destrancada. 

Corri em direção ao Hall, pulando em cima dele antes mesmo que soltasse a mala de mão. 

— Oi, meu amor. — Murmurou com dificuldade pelo meu aperto. 

Distribuí um monte de beijos por todo seu rosto e pescoço, matando apenas um pouquinho da saudade que me assolava há tantos meses. Niall soltou uma risada rouca, fazendo o seu melhor para retribuir o meu carinho, o que resultou em muitos beijos desajeitados e alguns esbarrões de narizes. 

— Eu também senti a sua falta. — Ele disse, finalmente soltando a mala e me apertando em seus braços, me erguendo por um momento. — Você pode me soltar agora. 

— Desculpa. — Sorri constrangida, me desprendendo dele. Niall devia estar exausto. A rotina de shows e viagens era pesada. 

— Uau, o que é tudo isso? — Perguntou olhando para a mesa de centro, onde estavam as guloseimas. 

— Pensei em passarmos um tempinho juntos. — Confessei. — Mas se você quiser descansar, eu entendo. Posso voltar amanhã e… — Niall revirou os olhos e me calou com um selinho. 

— Não fale besteira, tudo que eu quero agora é relaxar e ficar com a minha linda namorada. — Me dirigiu um sorriso aberto, com os dentes retinhos. O que fez um arrepio subir pela minha barriga. 

— Eu preparei um banho pra você. — Falei, puxando-o pelo braço em direção ao seu quarto. 

— Estou me sentindo mimado. — Debochou. — Eu gosto disso. — Deixou um beijinho na parte de trás da minha cabeça. 

— Então, você relaxa e eu vou para a sala escolher algo para assistirmos, okay? 

— Não vai entrar comigo? — Questionou, fazendo um beicinho. 

— Hoje não, amor. — Beijei seu lábio inferior. — Eu quero que você descanse, e se entrarmos juntos nessa banheira, nenhum de nós vai descansar hoje. 

Mais uma vez Niall riu, e maneou a cabeça. Ele devia realmente estar cansado, já que não insistiu em sua proposta. 

Mas eu não me importei. Teríamos tempo o suficiente para fazer amor quantas vezes quiséssemos durante suas férias, e agora eu queria apenas deleitar de sua presença. 

Voltei para a sala, escolhendo uma das muitas séries que começamos juntos de forma remota, feliz por finalmente poder assistí-la ao seu lado.

Abri a garrafa de vinho e coloquei em um pequeno balde de gelo.

Como a casa inteira tinha aquecimento, o chão também era quentinho. Então peguei o colchão do quarto de hóspedes e o estendi em frente ao sofá. Peguei também alguns travesseiros e um edredom confortável. Baixei as luzes, deixando o ambiente mais convidativo e me sentei para esperá-lo enquanto via qualquer besteira em meu celular. 

— Você pensou em tudo mesmo, hum? — Disse depois de um longo tempo. 

Niall agora vestia um conjunto confortável de pijamas, seus cabelos ainda estavam úmidos e o cheiro de sua colônia se misturava ao do banho. Ele se aconchegou ao meu lado e eu servi duas taças de vinho. 

Batemos as taças uma na outra, brindando silenciosamente a sua volta.

Passamos horas assim. Rindo, comendo e bebendo. 

Vez ou outra, Niall fazia uma piada sobre o que se passava na série e eu simplesmente não conseguia conter meu sorriso. 

Estava finalmente completa, finalmente me sentia em casa.

Niall era a minha casa. 

Quando o sono começou a bater em ambos, coloquei uma música baixinha na televisão e nos deitamos no colchão, de frente um para o outro. 

Niall estava com os olhos fechados, um sorriso preguiçoso nos lábios. Ele tirou uma das mãos quentinhas de debaixo do edredon, fazendo um carinho gostoso em minha bochecha. 

— Senti muito a sua falta, meu amor. — Sussurrou. 

— Eu também, muito mesmo. — Niall arrastou o corpo um pouco mais para a frente, beijando minha testa antes de colar a sua na minha, esfregando a pontinha do nariz no meu. 

— Amo você. 

— Amo você, Niall. Obrigado por voltar para casa. — Por um momento ele abriu os olhos, me encarando com o seu próprio mar azul. 

— Obrigado por ser a minha casa. 

Eu sorri, e me aconcheguei mais a ele. 

Estávamos completos. 

Estávamos em casa. 

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[little-big-fan]

Imagine com Niall Horan

Problem

Faz tempo que não apareço por aqui, hum? Bom, espero muito que gostem desse pedido! Foi super gostoso de escrever ele! Estava com saudades!

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— Você realmente não vem? — Perguntei ainda sentindo meu coração apertado dentro do peito. 

— Desculpa, linda. Você sabe que sempre que nós aparecemos juntos saem notícias por todos os cantos… — Niall suspirou do outro lado da linha.

— Antes de termos qualquer coisa, nós éramos amigos, Niall. — Engoli o bolo que se formava em minha garganta. — E você não costumava se importar com esse tipo de fofoca. 

— Amor, tenta entender… 

— Preciso ir. — Corto sua fala, e desligando a ligação o mais rápido que consegui. 

A foto de Niall voltou a piscar em minha tela, mas apenas silenciei o aparelho.  No mesmo momento, uma mensagem apareceu.

“Podemos comemorar mais tarde, só nós dois. O que acha?”

“Vou para o after party com as meninas. Se quiser mesmo comemorar, sabe onde me encontrar.”

Já fazia quase um ano que havíamos embarcado em um relacionamento de verdade. E alguns meses desde que Niall começou a ficar mais incomodado que o normal com as fofocas sobre nós. 

No começo eram apenas algumas reclamações, que foram passando para “encontros secretos” e por fim, cada notícia que vinculasse o seu nome ao meu era apagada em questão de horas. 

Claro, isso não acabava com os burburinhos que o fandom criava, tanto seu quanto o meu. 

Nas últimas semanas, Niall parecia evitar completamente de me encontrar, até mesmo nos hotéis que costumávamos frequentar com nomes falsos. 

Hoje, no show comemorativo de cinco anos da minha banda, mais uma vez, ele não está ao meu lado, mesmo sabendo o quão importante era aquela data para mim. 

— Está pronta, querida? — Jeff, um dos dançarinos perguntou, colocando a cabeça para dentro do camarim. Engoli em seco mais uma vez, e vesti o meu melhor sorriso falso. 

— Sempre. 

O show estava incrível, a plateia acompanhava cada letra, vibrando junto com a gente a ponto de fazer o palco tremer. Por algumas horas, me concentrei totalmente em fazer aqueles que me amavam felizes, e lhes dar a melhor experiência possível. Porque eu com certeza não seria a mesma sem o amor deles. 

Por mais que eu quisesse me divertir na festa, e que estivesse rodeada de amigos e artistas, era inevitável sentir falta do meu namorado. 

E, quando os drinks começaram a entrar na equação, o resultado foi uma S/N com vontade de chorar quase incontrolável. 

— S/A! — Uma voz conhecida me fez sair do meu próprio mundo. 

— Harry! — Sorri abertamente para o meu amigo, que segurava um copo cheio de uma bebida cor de rosa. — Não acredito que deu uma pausa nas suas férias para vir! — Me joguei em seus braços, sendo recebida de bom grado e com uma risada sonora. 

— Eu não perderia sua comemoração por nada! Parabéns pelos cinco anos da banda, sun, espero que venham muitos pela frente. 

— Obrigado. — Resmunguei, apertando-o ainda mais no abraço. Um dos pontos negativos da bebida e da ausência do meu namorado era a carência. 

Conheci Harry em um evento beneficente que nossa agência promoveu, há quase quatro anos atrás. O fato de Niall e eu virarmos amigos quase instantaneamente me aproximou do inglês também. E por ser uma das poucas pessoas que sabia da nossa real situação, Harry às vezes acabava servindo como confidente e terapeuta. 

Sua presença definitivamente melhorou a noite. Fazendo as suas piores piadas e dançando de forma completamente desajeitada ele me arrancou gargalhadas de verdade, que há algum tempo eu não conseguia dar. 

E no fim da noite, fez questão de me deixar em casa. 

Entrei no apartamento escuro cambaleando, e estranhando o fato da televisão estar ligada. Meu coração deu um salto enorme quando vi o moreno sentado no meu sofá, com os braços cruzados e uma expressão péssima no rosto lindo. 

— Como entrou aqui? — Perguntei ainda nervosa. 

— A senha da fechadura é o meu aniversário. — Niall disse sem tirar os olhos da televisão. 

— E o que veio fazer? — Falei soltando minha bolsa sobre o sofá. 

— Você por acaso sabe que horas são? — Sua voz estava baixa, e ele parecia tentar controlar a raiva. Sem muito sucesso. 

— Não faço a mínima ideia. — Dei um sorriso irônico. 

— A festa estava boa? 

— Ótima. — Niall soltou o ar pelo nariz, empurrando a língua pela bochecha. 

— Tem fotos suas e do Harry por toda a parte, sabia? — Disse se levantando e enfiando as mãos na calça jeans solta.

— Melhor com ele do que com você, não é? 

— O que você disse? — Falou entre dentes. 

— Exatamente o que você ouviu. — Cruzei meus braços sobre o peito, sentindo a raiva emanar. — Melhor existirem fotos com outras pessoas do que com você. 

— Não acredito que você está dizendo isso. 

— Não é exatamente o que você acha? — Ergui as sobrancelhas, na minha expressão mais debochada. — Se você tem vergonha de aparecer comigo, Niall, outras pessoas não tem. — Despejei o pensamento que me assombrava. 

— Vergonha? Acha que eu tenho vergonha de você? — Disse incrédulo.

— O que mais seria? — Dei de ombros, já sentindo meus olhos marejarem. — Você faz o maior esforço para que ninguém nos veja a quilômetros de distância. 

— Eu só não quero que ninguém se meta entre nós. 

— Isso não era um problema antes. 

— Antes era diferente. 

— Talvez antes fosse melhor. — Sussurrei, sentindo as lágrimas queimarem as minhas bochechas. 

— É o que você acha? 

— É o que parece,  Niall. Se você está tão preocupado que a sua imagem seja vinculada á minha a ponto de faltar em um momento tão importante pra mim, podemos voltar ao que éramos. 

— Você quer terminar? 

— Não. — Digo sem conseguir conter meu soluço. — Eu só não aguento mais essa situação. Eu não sou uma criminosa pra me esconder toda vez que vou ver o meu namorado. Não estamos fazendo nada errado, Niall. — Passei o punho pelas bochechas. 

— Amor… 

— Não me chame assim. — Pedi. — Parece mentira quando sai da sua boca. 

— Eu amo você, sabe disso. 

— Sei mesmo, Niall? Porque parece que não. Às vezes parece que você não queria sequer ter me conhecido. 

— S/N! 

— Às vezes parece que você se arrepende de ter começado tudo isso. — Continuei jogando todas as coisas que me machucavam sobre ele. 

— Você sabe que isso não é verdade. 

— Sinceramente? Eu não sei de mais nada. — Funguei. — Eu preciso descansar, por favor, vá embora. 

— Nós precisamos conversar. 

— Não estou em condições agora. — Falei, indo em direção ao meu quarto.

Sentei na cama, me sentindo horrível quando ouvi a porta bater. Por alguns minutos imaginei que Niall fosse voltar e tentar resolver tudo. 

Mas não. 

Ele realmente foi embora, depois de ouvir todas as minhas mágoas. 

Como se eu não fosse nada, Niall foi embora. 

Sem nem mesmo tirar a maquiagem ou o vestido de festa, me cobri com o edredom e chorei até conseguir dormir. 

Acordei sentindo uma dor horrível em minha cabeça. 

Peguei meu celular jogado ao meu lado na cama e disquei o numero da minha assessora, sabendo que a internet deveria estar em polvorosa com fotos minhas e de Harry. 

— Lisa, bom dia. — Resmunguei. — por favor, divulgue uma nota falando que Harry e eu somos apenas amigos. 

— Acho que isso não será necessário, querida. 

— Não? — Falei confusa. 

— Abra o instagram. — Ela disse logo antes de desligar. 

Ainda mais confusa, obedeci. 

A primeira postagem me fez sentar na cama, completamente em choque. 

Fotos minhas e de Niall por todo o lado. De momentos que antes eram só nossos. Nossa primeira viagem, a primeira vez que fomos ao cinema, uma noite em que compomos juntos. 

Abri a legenda do instagram de fofocas, sentindo meu coração bater ainda mais forte que o normal, causando mais desconforto em minha cabeça. 

“Durante a madrugada desta sexta feira (29), o cantor Niall Horan deixou a internet completamente chocada ao revelar seu relacionamento de mais de um ano com a também cantora S/N/C! “Meu lugar no mundo, musa de todas as minhas músicas, dona de todos os meus sonhos” foram as palavras que ele escolheu ao compartilhar fotos de momentos dos dois” 

— Você acordou. — A voz de Niall me assustou. Na porta do quarto, ele sorria enquanto segurava um copo de água e uma embalagem de aspirina. — Aqui, acho que você está precisando disso. — Me ofereceu. 

— Você divulgou nosso namoro? — Perguntei antes de tomar o remédio.

— Eu pensei muito nas coisas que você disse ontem. — Falou, sentando ao meu lado. — E você está certa, não estamos fazendo nada de errado. — Acariciou minha bochecha. — Me desculpe por tudo isso, linda, eu não fazia ideia que você se sentia daquela forma. 

— Me desculpe por ontem, eu bebi demais. — Resmunguei, envergonhada. 

— Você estava certa. — Sorriu. — Eu fiz café para você. — Fez menção de se levantar, mas eu puxei seu braço, fazendo com que voltasse a sentar. 

— Você realmente não se importa de que todos saibam? 

— Eu entendi que quero que o mundo inteiro saiba que eu te amo. — Sorriu, causando um solavanco no meu coração. — E que você não está disponível por aí. — Revirou os olhos. 

— Ah… então foi ciúmes? — Provoquei, fazendo-o rir. 

— Vem tomar seu café logo, antes que eu me arrependa. — Piscou um olhos. 

— Não quero levantar. — Falei manhosa, erguendo os braços em um pedido silencioso para que ele me carregasse. 

— Você é um bebê grande. — Reclamou, me erguendo em seus braços. 

— Que pena para você, está comprometido oficialmente com essa bebê aqui. — Ri, deixando um beijo em sua bochecha. 

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Summary: this was an anon request from Wattpad - “guess who - zayn, niall, harry, she has to guess who is touching her, eating her out, or fucking her”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, foursome, guy x guy actions, drunk/high actions, smoking weed, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, hair pulling, biting, heavy teasing, oral (all), fingering, this is going to be absolutely filthy

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You watched as the party grew to its end.

You walked over and sat down on the bean bag chair that was on the floor. You fell back onto it and let out a sigh.

“Hello gorgeous.”

You tilt your head up and smile as you see Harry, “Hey sexy.”

He raises his eyebrows as he sits down on the bean bag next to you, “Havin’ fun?” He asks as he puts a joint between his lips.

Your eyes follow the lighter watch as he lights it, “Uh huh.”

He puts the lighter back in his pocket and nods, “Uh huh.” He mocks you with a chuckle.

You roll your eyes and laugh, “Stop it.”

He hands you the joint and you take it. He watches as you bring it up to your lips and close your eyes as you inhale.

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth. You tilt your head back and slowly exhaled the smoke. He shifted around slightly and you turned to look at him.

You smirk and glance down. He looks at you with a smirk and Niall, Zayn and a few others come walking over, “Hey, hey. Wanna play truth or dare?” Louis asks reaching out for the joint.

“Sure.” You answer quickly.

“Alright.” Louis cheers and the others cheer with him, “Harry?”

Harry looks over at you and scrunches his nose with a smirk, “Yeah, alright.”

You smirk and pluck the joint from Louis’ hand. You put it between your lips and sit back as you inhale.

You hand it to Harry and he gently grazes your hand before taking it. You look over at him with a smirk.

Your friends friend pile in, and you’re quick to realize that they’re all the douchey duck boys.

That just means you’re going to be the sexualized target for the night.

——

“Y/N.”

You look up at Louis, “Yes?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You answer quickly.

“Oh shit, alright.” He says kind of surprised. I dare you to pick one of us to make out with.”

“Tommo, dude. Come on. She’s Harry’s fuck buddy, so we all know who she’s going to pick.”

You glance over at Harry and he gives you a slight nod.

He knows exactly who you’re going for.

“Fine.” You say as you stand up.

Harry watches you walk over to your pick and straddle his lap. You grab his cheeks and wink at him before you lean in.

His hands slide to your hips as your work together in a slow rhythm.

Niall joins you and Harry for sex occasionally, but no one knows it.

His grip tightens and you lean back, giving him a smile.

“Niall, bro. What the fuck?” His friend pats his back as he smiles.

Niall watches you walk towards your seat and sit down.

You glance over at him and give him a nod. He nods back, confirming that he got the invitation to come over tonight.

——

You take the new joint from Harry and take a long drag.

“Hey.” He whispers with a smile, “That was mine.”

You shrug and hand it back to him, “Sorry.” You smile and tilt your head as you lean in towards him, “Ill make it up to you?”

He nods and smirks, “Mhm.”

“You want to invite your friend?”

His eyes light up, “Yeah?”

You nod, “Oh yeah.”

He pulls out his phone and types the message before pressing send.

Your eyes glance across the room to Zayn, who also joins you for sex occasionally.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and smirks slightly before looking up at you and Harry.

He gives you guys a nod and you look at Harry with a smirk.

“Y/N. My love.” Brock says standing up.

You hated Brock and you made it obvious too.

You roll your eyes, “What do you want?”

“I want you to chose.. truth.. Or dare?” He holds his arms out.

“Truth.” You mumble.

“What was that? Couldn’t quite hear ya.” He laugh and you look at him, “Truth.” You say louder.

“Hmm. Okay. Is it true that Harry pays you for sex?”

You clench your jaw and go to stand up but Harry flies up out of his seat and punches Brock.

Harry knocking him out with one punch has you needing his cock in you. You stand up and grab Harry’s hand, “We should go.”

You pull Harry along and turn back to laugh with him as soon as you leave the room.

“Oh my fu- Harry!” You cover your mouth and wrap your arm around his waist, “I’m starting to think you actually do like me.”

He chuckles and pulls you close to him, “Course I like you.” He gives your ass a squeeze and kisses your forehead.

You and Harry aren’t technically dating, but at this point, you might as well be.

“Hey. Wait up.” Niall yells just loud enough for you to hear. You stop and turn around and see Niall and Zayn walking towards you.

“Hey.” You smile and break away from Harry to greet the other two.

You wrap your arms around Niall and give him a kiss before moving onto Zayn and doing the same thing.

They each hug and kiss you back and greet Harry.

“Shall we go on then?” Harry suggests.

“Yes, please.” Zayn looks you up and down and wraps his arm around your waist as he leads you to the door. Harry and Niall follow behind.

Once out outside, Harry wraps his arm around you, laying his hand on Zayn’s arm.

Niall walks on the other side of Harry, “So who’s house?”

“We can go to mine.” Zayn offers.

“Yes.” You say looking up at him. He smirks and kisses your cheek, “Alright.”

Harry had to remind himself that he’ll get you back to himself soon. He just got a little jealous is all, even though he reminds you he is willing and wanting to do this, he can’t help it.

“Perfect.” Harry smiles and walks you to his car, “Meet you there.”

Zayn goes towards his car, “Alright, be careful.”

“Yeah, see you there.” Niall says going to his car.

You get in as Harry does too and he looks at you, “When Zayn kissed your cheek, I got a little jealous.”

You look at him and shake your head, “hey, Harry. If you don’t wanna do this, we don’t ha-“

“No, babe, do. Trust me. I do. I just.. am protective over you I guess?” He shaves his head, “I don’t know.”

You lean over and grab his shirt, pulling him to you. You press your lips against his and slowly move them against his. You lean back slightly and look into his eyes, “You’re the one I go home with. Nothing is going to change that.”

He smirks and pecks your lips, “Damn right.”

You smile and lean back into your seat as he leans up to start the car. You buckle up and he rests his hand on your thigh as he starts driving.

You pull up to Zayn’s house and the two are waiting outside on the steps, “About time!” Niall yells with a laugh.

You smile and shake your head. You out the window up and look over at Harry, “You want to do this?”

He nods, “Hell. Yes.”

You smile nod, “Let’s go.”

You get out of the car and fix your dress. Harry walks around and holds his hand out. You grab his hand and shut the door before walking up to the others.

“What took ya so long?” Zayn asks standing up, “We thought you ditched.”

You walk up to them, still holding Harry’s hand, “”Harry and I just had a quick little chat, nothing bad. All is good, now come along.”

You walk in, the boys trailing behind you.

“How do you guys wanna do this?” You smirk and cross your arms.

“I have an idea.” Harry speaks up.

You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows, “Do tell.”

He smirks, “How about we play a little game?”

“Hmm.” You nod and slowly walk up to him, “How’s it played?” He looks down at you and smirks, “You’re blindfolded, maybe even tied to the bed. Then you have to guess who does things to you.”

You bite your lip at you stare up at him. You slowly nod your head and look over at Zayn and Niall.

“And we can do an array of things to you, y/n.” Harry adds, “Like, kissing you. Or touching you. Or eating out that beautiful little pussy.”

Your breathe catches in your throat and you nod again, “Please.”

Harry smirks and nods to the guys, “Good to go.”

They lead you to the bedroom and Zayn closes the door, locking it for safe measure.

“Take off your dress, love.” Niall says unbuttoning his shirt. You slowly take your arms out of the straps and start to push the fabric down your body.

Their eyes are examining the newly shown skin quickly, all quietly groaning things.

You step out of your dress and turn around slowly.

“Damn.” Niall says raising his eyebrows.

“Sexy as ever, yeah?” Zayn bites his lip with a smirk.

Harry is speechless when it comes to you. All he can do is smile, happy to be seeing you naked.

“So, when’s the game start?” You ask as you sit back on the bed. You lean back onto your arms and bring a foot up onto the bed, “Cause I’m ready.”

“Y-yeah.” Harry clears his throat and points, “Zayn do you have a blindfold or anything here?”

Zayn nods, “Yeah I have something.” He goes to his dresser and opens the drawer, “Yeah.” He pulls out a black tie and hands it to Harry.

Harry nods towards you, “Go ahead, mate.”

Zayn nods and walks over to you, “Move up for me.”

You move up and lay in the middle of the bed. Zayn kneels down and looks at you, “Can I put this on you?”

You bit your lip and nod.

“Anytime you want it off just tell us, yeah?”

“Got it.” You smile and close your eyes as he lays the silk fabric over your eyes, tying it behind your head.

Your heart starts to beat a little faster now that one of your senses has been taken away.

“You guess wrong. You get a spank, understand?” Harry’s voice causes you to jump a little bit, “Y-yes.”

“Alright, baby. You ready?” Harry asks, we love the consentful kings.

“Yes.”

You take a deep breathe bite your lip, thinking of ways you can tell who is who.

Zayn is obvious because of his facial hair, but you know him, and he’s smart. He’ll probably only just use his hands.

You swallow as you feel a presence move close to you.

A hand gently lays on your leg, slowly gliding it up your smooth skin. His fingers play with the band of your panties and you try so hard to remember how Harry’s touch feels.

You let out small whimpers, squirming at the touch. You try to get him to touch you more without actually asking him.

You can’t tell and it’s driving you crazy.

Right now, you’d take a spanking over teasing.

“Niall?” You breathe out.

“Good girl.” He says tapping your thigh.

You let out a whimper, sad that you actually guessed right.

You turn your heads towards them and jump slightly as you feel a hand brush your cheek.

You smile instantly, knowing it’s Harry.

You bite your lip, waiting it out to see if your right. His hands glides down your neck and brushes under your chin.

“Harry.” You say with a smirk.

You hear Harry chuckle and he leans down and kisses your shoulder, “Good girl.”

The praise still sends shivers down your spine each time.

You loved it.

Harry walks away and the next one walks up. You have a feeling they sent Niall to try and throw you off, but you’re going to see.

Hands move your legs apart and he presses him thumb to your covered clit. You gasp and tilt your head back, moving your hips for more.

His thumb slowly starts to move in slow, hard circles.

You let out a moan, arching your back at the action, “F-Fuck.”

“N-Niall?”

Zayn chuckles, “Roll over, sweetheart.”

You let out an excited giggle and roll over onto your stomach. You lay your head on the pillow and arch your ass into the air. You bite you lip as you hear shuffling.

You let out a scream as a hand connect with the skin on your ass cheek hard.

“Fuck.” You moan as you move your hips slowly.

It’s silent and you know they’re waiting for you to guys so you call out a name, “Harry!”

You feel one of them get on the bed and lay their hands on your ass, “Yes baby.” Harry digs his finger tips into your skin and squeezes.

You moan at the feeling and push your hips back into him. Harry leans forward and presses his lips to your thigh, “You want me to eat that pussy?”

“Mhm.” You whimper, “yes.”

His hands slide up and hook into the band on your panties. He slowly pulls them down over your ass and licks his lips as you already soaked pussy comes into view.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He whispers as he lets your panties drop to your knees. He slides his hand up and uses his thumbs to pull your pull folds apart.

He leans in and slides his tongue in and out of you. You gasp and push your hips back, moaning as you grip the pillow, “Fuck, yes. Yes.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine as he starts to rub slowly on your clit. You know that Zayn and Niall are watching. Seething with jealousy because Harry is tasting you first.

“Come on, baby. Cum for him.” Zayn says lowly.

Knowing that their eyes are glued on you being eaten out by their best friend turns you in even more.

“So close.” You whine quietly, “Shitshit.”

You reach back and tangle your fingers into Harry’s hair. You thought for sure you were going to get yelled at.

You pull as you clench around his tongue, “Fuck, yesyesyes!”

You let out a loud moan as you cum, panting as Harry continues to rub your clit. Your legs start to jerk and you move your hips away, “Fuck okay.”

He lets out a chuckle and moves off the bed.

Next one comes over and you feel the bed sink down again.

One hand laps on your hip and you feel the head of someone’s cock rub against you.

You bite your lip and push your hips back.

You let out a loud moan as you feel him slip into you, pushing all the way in and resting there, feeling your walls pulsate around his cock.

You desperately try to think of who this is but your mind is so scrambled with pleasure right now you can’t even think of their names.

“F-fuck.” You pant, “Z-Zayn!”

You feel the grip on your hips tightens and you moan and smile because you’re right.

Zayn starts to thrust his cock in and out of you, slowly for a little bit then he’s quick to build up speed.

You let out a loud moan, clenching around his cock, “Fuck, fuck.”

You grip the pillow hard and push your hips back into him, “Fuck.” He moans as you cum around his cock, “Yeah, babe. That’s it.”

You whimper as he slowly thrusts and pulls out.

Your hips fall to the bed and you roll over onto your back.

You feel the next one come up and he lays his fingers under your chin. His thumb brushes against your lips.

You open your mouth and take his thumb between your lips. You start to suck and swirl your tongue and he moves his cock closer to your lips.

You take the head of his cock into your mouth and slowly work to get him wet. You pull your head back and he helps you sit up.

You take his cock back into your mouth and you slowly bob your head, sucking and swirling your tongue as you hold into his thighs.

You lean back taking a deep breathe, “Niall.” You breathe out as you go back to work on his cock.

He lays a hand on the back of your head and you try to relax your throat.

“That’s my girl.” He whispers as he slowly starts to move your head, “Fuck.” He groans as he can feel his cock getting closer to your throat, “Shit, “Take it baby, I know you can.”

You take a deep breathe through your nose and slowly push your head down into him, welcoming him into your throat with a gag.

He moans and jolts his hips forward, “Fucking shit.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and pull your head back. You sit there panting as you wipe your chin with your wrist.

“Always so fucking good at that.” He grabs your chin and shakes it before getting off the bed. Someone gets on the bed at your knees and another on your left side.

A pair of hands grab your hips and another pair grabs your boobs. You let out a long moan as someone’s cock slips into your pussy, “Fuck, Harry.”

You moan as he smacks your ass, “Yes baby, shit.” He groans and thrusts his hips faster.

Ha hand grabs your jaw and turns your head towards them. You immediately open your mouth and as soon as you do you’re met with another cock.

You moan around him as you bob your head. He lays a a hand on the back of your head and grips your hair, causing your blindfold to shift.

You clench around Harry’s cock and he moans, “Fuck, yes baby.” He lays a a hand on your lower back and thrusts his cock into you slow and deep.

You move your head back, “Niall?” You ask with a smirk.

He doesn’t answer you for a few moments and Harry’s thrusts are still slow.

“Hello?” You ask tilting your head.

Niall plucks the blindfold off of your head and grabs your cheeks, “You don’t seed that any more.”

Harry’s thrusts become faster and you moan around Niall’s cock. You relax your throat and take a deep breath before welcoming his cock into your throat with a slight gag.

He moans loudly and pushes your head down before letting go. You move you head back and look up at him with a smile.

He bites his lip and shakes his head, “So pretty.” He brushes hair from your face and watches as Harry fucks you.

You lay your hand on Niall’s chest, “Fuck me too, please.” You whimper, “Please.”

He nods and lays down on the bed. Harry stops and pulls out so you and move to straddle Niall. You move up and lean down to kiss him as you slide down onto his cock.

You whimper into his mouth and bring a hand up to pull on his hair, “Fuck, Ni..”

He wraps and arm around hour waist, digging his finger tips into your skin, “Shit, shit. You’re gunna make me cum- fuck!”

He tilts his head back, biting his lip and closing his eyes and you lean forward and get in position for Harry.

You look over at Zayn and reach out to him, “Give me that cock, daddy.”

He smirks as he walks over to you and gets on his knees on the bed. He reaches out and touches your tits, moaning as you start to stroke his cock.

Niall’s eyes are fixated on you devouring Zayn’s cock above him.

Harry grabs your ass cheeks and giggles them before spreading them. He leans in, spitting onto your asshole before rubbing his finger around it.

You gasp when you feel what’s happening.

He slowly works his finger in and you moan as you feel him slowly push a second one in.

Niall holds your hips still and starts to thrust his hips upward.

You moan around Zayn’s cock and tilt your head back, “Fuck.” You pump Zayn’s sock in your hand and look up at him. You close your eyes and your lips part.

A quiet squeal leaves your lips as you clench around Niall’s cock and Harry’s fingers.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” You arch your back down and push your hips up. You squirt all over Niall’s cock and they all moan.

“Fuck that was hot, baby.” Harry groans as he pulls his fingers out, “Gonna make you do that with my cock.”

Harry slowly pulls his fingers out and moves up. He spits on his cock, lubing it up before rubbing it against your asshole.

You get Niall’s cock back inside of you and you take Zayn’s cock into your mouth again.

Harry slowly pushes his cock in and you instantly moan. You tilt your head back and pump Zayn’s cock, “Fuck, fuck, Harry.”

You wine as Niall pushes his cock deep inside of you and holds it there. Zayn watches as you suck his cock, moaning and swirling your tongue.

Harry pushes his cock the rest of the way in and squeezes your ass cheeks, “Fuck, your ass feels so fuckin’ good..”

You whimper and swirl your tongue around Zayn’s cock, pumping what you don’t fit, “Fuck.” You moan loudly as you tilt you head back.

Harry and Niall work their hips in the same rhythm as one another, “Fuck.” Niall groans from under you. You look down at him and lean down.

He lays a hand on your cheek as you kiss him. Your lips move in sync with his as your hand still pumps Zayn’s cock.

Zayn watches as you make out with Niall before his eyes move to Harry’s cock sliding in and out of your ass, “Fuck.” He reaches down and grips your hair, pulling your head up from Niall’s lips.

You let out a whimper and you tilt your head up to look at him. You bit your lip and moan as Harry starts to start slow but hard.

Harry let’s out a groan as he squeezes your ass cheeks harder, “Fuck, ba-baby.” You look up at Zayn and he squeezes your cheeks.

You part your lips and close your eyes, moaning as he slips his cock into your mouth once again, “What do you say, fellas. We fill her all at once?” Zayn suggests with a smirk.

His cock slips further into your mouth as the grip on your hair tightens. You take a deep breathe through your nose and try to relax as much as you can.

You let out moan that’s muffle by his cock and clench around Niall and Harry’s cocks. You dig your nails into Niall’s chests and he groans.

He tights his grip on your hips and closes his eyes, “Fuck, I need to cum in ya.” Niall pants.

You whine and Zayn pushes your head down, slowly sliding into your throat. You gag and fling your hands do his thighs.

You squeeze your eyes shut and moan as Niall rubs your clit, “Fuck, he curses.”

Zayn lifts your head off of him, giving you a second to breathe.

You can feel your orgasm getting closer.. and closer as he pulls your head back over to him. He moans as you instantly suck his cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Zayn groans lowly, “fuck.” He watches as you suck him off in your own beautiful way that suit him best.

Harry moans as you clench around his cock quickly. He digs his fingers into your skin, moaning as he pushes his cock deep inside of you.

He groans as his cock twitches a few time, coating your insides with his cum.

Niall is very quick to follow and he pulls your hips down onto him, pushing his hips up and groaning as his cock twitches inside of your tired cunt.

Zayn places both hands on your head thrusts in and out of your throat a few time. He pulls out and lets you suck him off as he cums, swallowing every drop.

You lick him clean and lay down next to Niall, “Fuck, you guys are insane.” You look around laughs and shake your head, “No, I love having sex with you.”

Harry’s eyes stay on you, jealousy building up inside of him again, “Alright, we’ll, I think it’s time we get going.” Harry stands up and tosses you your dress.

He finds his clothes and you look at Niall and Zayn confused, “I’ll call you guys.” You whisper to them and kiss their cheeks, “Thank you.” You wink at them and slip on your dress. You grab your shoes and you walk over to Harry.

Once he grabs your hand, he wasn’t letting go for anything.

“Baby?” You whisper, “Harry, hey. What’s happening?”

He glances over at you and shakes his head, “I need to fuck this jealously out of my system.” He stops and pulls you close to him.

You look up at him and lay a hand on his cheek, “I am your girl. I go home with you.” You pull him down to kiss him and he smiles against your lips, “I’m still going to fuck the absolute shit out of you when we get home.”

You nod and laugh as you head for the car.

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Do we like Narry? How do we feel about it? I thought this was nasty. I did write this high so if there’s any fuck ups that’s my doing.

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hey!! i just started this account so i can hopefully make some friends in the fandom. i’ve been a directioner since their x-factor days and still don’t really know any other big fans. i’ll probably use this to post my favorite pictures and eventually write some one shots/stories!! if anyone has REQUESTS PLEASE MESSAGE ME!! i’m happy to write just about anything related to 1D and the boys lol. cant wait to meet some of you!!

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[muserryy]

HIS NECKLACE

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It's silent. Your heart is feeling heavy with despair as you cling onto Harry, fighting back your tears and sadness. But he knows what is wrong and he tries to comfort you but he himself feels helpless seeing you like this, watching you struggle with your emotions. You've not been talking much for the past hours and just clinging to him in every way possible. It's so silent that Harry can hear your breathings, and the thoughts you never voiced.

Sometimes, you tend to get upset over things and situations which you know are bound to happen. You spend your time knowing it's going to hurt and there's nothing you can do about it. It's like an inescapable cycle.

You know he will eventually leave, he has to. You know he can't be with you every moment, but just knowing this doesn't lessen your pain. You find it difficult to struggle even with the thought of being separated from him and being alone again. He knows this is all happening inside you.

There are times when you feel homesick and struggle to cope with living away from home for your studies. It's vacation time, and your flatmate has gone back to her home. As for you, your financial situation just didn't allow you to go home this time. You felt hardcore isolated and homesick, you called your family but that just resulted in missing them even more. You called Harry and upon hearing that you are on break, he decided to visit you cause it had been a long while since you last met. Now, he has spent the past week with you, putting off his commitments but he cannot anymore, he has to go now. Your time together is coming to an end.

Oh! he will be gone and you'll be homesick once again.

"We've been quiet for some time now…" he breaks the silence, running his fingers through your hair.

You are snuggling each other firmly on your small bed, your body is pressed against his as you're on his lap, feeling his heartbeat against yours. Your nose buried in his neck, breathing in his scent. You nod and pull away, sitting up to face him.

Your eyes are gathering the moisture, "yeah,..." you rub your eyes. Harry notices that you're at the verge of breaking down.

"c'mon, don't be sad now." he whispers softly, moving to rub your arm to comfort you. "We had some good times, didn't we? And we will keep that up for sure, I promise, but right now I have to leave."

He caresses your cheek as you sigh, nodding. "I understand."

Within this week of yours. You did have some good times. The lazy mornings; waking up and still laying in bed together, enjoying the quietness and peace. Fun afternoons, the little activities you two had done; painting, baking and watching funny videos on YouTube. The evening walks to flower shops and stationary stores. And the loving nights; the kisses and whispers, intimate and mischief moments, even staying up all night and doing late night talks.

He sits straight as something clicks his mind. He looks around for his sling bag, which is far next to him on the bed. He leans on his side, moving and dragging the small bag to him while you stay sitting on his lap.

He unzips the bag and searches for… something. He pulls out a small transparent plastic pouch. You quietly watch him, your palms resting on the side of his waist. He takes out a necklace.

"Here…" He puts that thin chain around your neck. You look down at it. It's his banana necklace but now it also has the letter 'H' dangling on it. you take it in between your fingertips. "Remember, when you told me that you wanted to wear my initials? so I took one of my necklaces and got a pendant on it." He says and you listen to him silently, looking down at it.

Your eyes brim with admiration. "No way!"

He caresses your chin with his thumb, and directs your attention to him. "I know how hard it gets for you and this…" he touches the chain, gesturing to it. "is just a reminder for you that I'll always be with you, close to your heart."

He reassures you, all the time. He understands how overwhelming it gets for you at times. It can be challenging for you to connect. He always tells you to call or text him, knowing you don't reach out for help and support even when you desperately need it. And although you're really reliant on him for comfort and emotional support, you still tend not to bother him. Which is why he encourages you, every chance he gets, to reach out and express your thoughts and feelings, no matter the distance or circumstance.

This all just makes you realise that you have someone who cares for you and takes your emotional needs seriously.

His phone dings. He picks it from his side and checks.

"I'm leaving in 10 minutes." He says in a soft tone and leans away from the wall but you keep sitting on his lap, realizing it's time for him to leave.

He gazes at you for a moment as you do the same. You never wanted anyone to stay as much as you want him to right now. Others are tiresome but Harry. He cups your cheek and leans in, pressing his lips to yours. The skin touch melts you and you kiss him back, touching the side of his face. He presses quick kisses on your lips and sides.

He pats your cheek gently and you move away from him to the side, giving him space as he collects his hair by putting on his little hair clip on the top of his head. Getting up from the bed, he grabs his phone and puts on his sling bag. As he does this, he notices you just sitting there and watching him. He offers you a little smile, trying to reassure you that everything will be fine.

You trail behind him as he walks to the door with his bag, asking, "You have packed me some brownies, right?" referring to the ones you two baked together yesterday.

"Yes, I did." you chuckle. You have divided the brownies equally for both of you. Your eyes land on his sunglasses that are on the table of your small living space. You fetch it for him and walk to him where he's standing at the door.

"Oopsie, I almost forgot them." he laughs, noticing as you hand it to him. You smile at him, unquietly. "Alright, y/n, let's not be sad."

"It wasn't a good idea. you shouldn't have come here." You speak. Harry laughs, aware of how confused your emotions are right now and how contradictory they sound.

"No ma'am, it was actually the best idea. Otherwise, you would be on the phone with me, complaining how much you miss me." he says teasingly.

"I know, but…" you stutter in a small voice, unsure of what to feel or how to express your emotions to him.

It's something like… when you miss someone so much and finally you get to see them, it can be an euphoric moment but then reality sets in that they have to leave again. It seems better to have not seen them because seeing them and then having to say goodbye can hurt even more, knowing all the time you have spent together comes to an end, even if it may be for a certain period of time.

Bittersweetness… is what you feel right now.

"c'mere," he gets close and pulls you in a tight hug. You immediately wrap your arms around his torso. "I love you." he reminds you while rubbing your back soothingly.

"I love you too, harry." you whisper, holding him tightly as you keep hugging him, breathing in his scent for the last time now. His hands rubs your back, his cheek squishes against the top of your head. He moves his other hand in your hair, running his fingers through it. You retreat from the hug as you both hear the horns outside the door.

You both lean in for a longer kiss. Your fingers curl around his hair, holding him as close as you can. Pulling apart for a moment, your noses lightly brush against each other, breaths mingling.

"I will call you once I reach back there. Take care." he says, kissing your forehead. He takes his bags, opening the front door and stepping out.

The car is here. The driver steps out of it, helping Harry with his bag as he looks back at you and waves at you, smiling. You wave back at him, smiling even as your sad heart aches. It's difficult to always say goodbyes, but this is a part of your long distance relationship.

He gets in and you watch the car drive off. You stand there until the car is completely out of your sight.

Sighing, you go inside and lock the door behind. You move to the couch and lay down there, staring idly at anything in front of you. Your fingers find his initials you're wearing. You bring it up in front of your vision and your cheeks tingle pink upon that realization.

You fist the small banana pendant and the initial in your hand and bring it close to your chest as you curl up on the sofa, closing your eyes.

The necklace feels like a warm hug from harry.

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small talk

niall horan one shot seven thousand words cw - sexual content, harsh language, spitting, spanking, name calling

The lighting inside of this place is dim, but not dim enough that I can’t still make out the slight tan line from where my wedding ring used to sit. 

Calloused fingers with tan skin, the thin sliver on my ring finger where my ring used to sit taunts me of what I miss more than anything in this world. 

I dropped the kids off a few hours ago and my heart hurts knowing that I’m going to be without their sweet laughs and giggles for the next three days, making my weekend longer than it should have ever been in the first place. 

Amber liquid sits in the glass tumbler in front of me, the same drink that she used to order, one that still tastes like her if I close my eyes and think about it hard enough. I try not to let my thoughts wander, knowing that she’s the last person I want to even start to think of.

With the sleeves of my cream colored shirt rolled up, I trace the pattern of the stitched design with my fingertips. I remember how dumb that my comments were when Rigby bought me this shirt, how I went on and on about how something could cost this much, making a complete ass out of myself in the moment. 

Now I wear it when I want to remember her the most. 

As I think about her, I curse myself and down the rest of my glass before holding my fingers in the air, signaling that I need another round to take my mind off of everything it doesn’t need to be on. 

She wasn’t here. 

Rigby wasn’t here. 

I sigh as the waitress drops off another drink to my seat at the bar, leaving me with a wink that makes my stomach curl. Bringing the old fashioned up to my lips, I let my eyes scan across the bar and study the people that mill about inside. 

You’ve got women out with their friends, men dressed up in suits looking for a release at the end of the work day, guys out just to watch the game, and then there’s me… 

A guy looking to forget the brunette with green eyes that stole his heart inside of a pub almost a decade ago.

Rigby and I.

Fuck if were the match of a lifetime. 

Shaking my head, I try to clear my head of the way she always looked in the mornings — her least favorite time of day. 

Even after Rory and Finn were born, Rigby hated mornings and even our children took after her. So there I was, stuck with three cranky children every morning. 

Rory and Finn were cranky until they got chocolate chips on their waffles while Rigby was cranky up until the first ‘I Love You’ came from my lips, nothing a kiss in our pantry couldn’t solve. 

Unable to control my thoughts I lift the glass to my lips and tilt it towards the ceiling, letting the rest of it glide down my throat and wash down the memories of yesterday's past. 

When I place the glass back on the bartop, I hear the bell to the entrance open and my eyes can’t help but look at who the newest occupant is. 

My eyes zero in on a pair of emerald green heels, straps wrapped around delicate ankles that tie into a perfect bow. Following the flawless skin of the longest legs I’d ever laid eyes on, my eyes take in every detail about the black dress that ends just at the knee but with a slit that rides all the way up to the upper part of their thigh. 

If their legs weren’t catching my attention for the first time tonight, the perfect tease of cleavage hidden behind the sinfully low neckline would do the trick. 

Shifting on the barstool, my cock twitches in my pants when the blonde turns around and shows off her perfect ass. 

My god. 

In a last ditch effort to make sure I didn’t look like a fucking psychopath, I pull out my phone. 

A smile spreads across my face to see both of my little hellions on the screen. Rory was standing in front of me with her little hot pink soccer jersey and holding her new first place trophy while Finn was wearing his own little green soccer jersey, crying and reaching for his sister's trophy because he wasn’t interested in the one he already had in his own hand. 

Rory’s pigtails were crooked because even after five years I still couldn’t get them straight, not that she ever let me forget saying ‘mommy could do them right’.

I know, kid. 

I know she could. 

Closing my eyes, I try not to think about her. 

Again. 

“Is this seat taken?” A feminine voice makes me snap open my eyes, looking to my left to see the vivacious blonde standing next to me with her gaze on the open barstool next to me. “If not, that's okay.”

If I thought she looked incredible from across the room, I surely wasn’t prepared for how she would look standing right next to me. 

“No, no. Go ahead.” 

The smell of her perfume lingers as she sits in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and exposing even more of her thigh that makes me feel like I can’t focus on anything else. 

Bad Niall. 

“God, this place is busy.” Her voice is smooth and rich, much like the drink I wish I hadn’t already had. “Can I get a margarita on the rocks please?”

I watch as she captivates the bartender, his eyes veering very, very far from her face as she orders and for once — I can’t blame him because my eyes are already there too. 

Quickly regaining any sense of decency left in my body, I subconsciously rub my left ring finger, still feeling as empty as I always do without it. 

“Long day?” 

Turning to face the blonde woman, a half smile stretches  across my face as I run my hand through my hair, thinking back to this morning. 

One with two grumpy children, neither of which could be consoled by a handful of chocolate chips. 

Rory wanted to wear her Rapunzel dress to school, which was impossible considering they were going on a field trip to a farm. Even after I kneeled in front of her and explained it, she still threw herself on the tile floor and cried. 

I swear she cried harder than I did when she walked away from me and into the door of her kindergarten class on the first day of school. 

Then we have Finn. 

While Rory was crying over her inability to be able to annihilate her dress from Disney World that my parents bought her in Paris when we visited, Finn was crying over how many green fruit loops were in his cereal bowl. 

Apparently today he all of a sudden hates the color green. Even after I picked all the green ones out, he still wouldn’t stop crying, claiming the whole bowl was contaminated.

By the time I got both of my children loaded in the car — Rory in her Rapunzel dress and Finn with a stomach full of Lucky Charms — I was an hour late to The Bunk Off. 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Her eyes linger on mine while I speak, making me almost forget that my children were absolute heathens. “Long day for you too?”

She blows out a breath, followed by a light laugh as she breaks her gaze from me to thank the bartender for the drink he put down in front of her. “Oh, always. You try working in an office of men who constantly act like the world owes them something and tell me you don't leave working needing some kind of release.”

No, don’t even think about it. 

Bad, bad Niall. 

While I told myself I would just have a couple drinks and head back home to an empty house, I find myself ordering another drink and shifting in my seat so my body leans into the woman just the slightest bit. 

Curious, I raise my brow in her direction. “What do you do?” 

“Divorce lawyer.” I don’t miss the way her lips turn up into a smile at her own answer. “I spend my entire day with men who want to act like children which means I pay an astronomical amount of money to drink at a hotel bar. But it works out in my favor because I always take advantage of the spa the next day.”

Now that she’s closer to me, I can smell her perfume. It’s nothing too heavy, but a light fruity scent that could draw anyone in. 

“I could see how that would guarantee the need for drinks on a Friday night. You have my utmost praise for dealing with man-children all day.” A soft laugh falls from my lips and mixes with her own as she rolls her eyes, making my mind think about whether she rolls her eyes in other situations as well. “Cheers to men who don’t act like children.”

My glass hovers in the air as she eyes it intensely, so much so that I’m about to set my glass back on the bartop before she clinks them together, taking a long drink out of hers through the skinny straw that’s been provided. 

“Reese.” Thrusting her hand out in front of me, I study it with a careful eye. 

Taking her hand gently in my own, I make note of the softness of her skin — a feeling that I haven't felt in what feels like forever. “Niall.”

Devoid of an engagement ring or a wedding ring, I let out a quick breath. 

Definitely don’t want to go down that road again. 

Imagine being so close to your own climax when the woman underneath you tells you that she’s married.

“So, Niall.. What brings you here alone? Surely you’ve got to be married or at least dating someone?” Looking at me over her glass, I can practically see the gears turning in this woman’s head. “If not, then I'm sorry for assuming.”

“No, no.” Liquor coats my tongue as I search for the right answer. “No girlfriend and uh, no wife.”

The feeling of the words coming off of my tongue makes me feel slightly nauseated, like I’d rather chop my own tongue off than have to say them again. 

Reese doesn’t respond, she just nods before averting her gaze away from me. 

At this angle, I can make out the gentle slope of her nose as well as her high cheekbones. Pair that with the elegant way her neck seems to curve down into her shoulders and you’ve got an incredible sight for sore eyes. 

“So tell me, what do you do? You know what I do, so what does the quietest man in this bar do?”

Running my hand through my hair, I watch her eyes move to my bicep as her tongue runs along her bottom lip. I haven’t forgotten about the way my pants are fitting tighter as she shifts in her seat, the slightest change in the way she’s crossing her legs in her chair and it stirs something deep inside me. 

“Well, I own a pub.” 

Cocking her head to the side, I can’t help but laugh. “If you own your own place then why are you here — drinking?” 

Shifting in her seat, I try not to let it show the moment her foot makes contact with my calf. 

“I’ll let you in on a secret..” Taking a deep breath and blocking any outside thoughts from

my brain, I lean over and let my lips brush against her ear. “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure, you know? It can make for a very, very messy cleanup.” 

I know I’m not imagining it when I hear the way her breath catches in her chest or the way I see her fingers flex on the glass of her drink, clearly I’m not the only one aroused in this conversation. 

“How messy exactly?” With her glass to her lips I watch as she swallows down the last of her drink, willing myself not to come undone when her tongue glides alone her bottom lip to make sure she tastes every last drop of the liquor. “Actually, just say nothing. I think I can picture it.”

What is happening right now?

“Excuse me, can I get my check?” My breath catches in my throat as she places her hand on my thigh while she leans forward to signal the bartender. “You can add his to my tab.”

“No, no— you don’t have to do that! Here.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my wallet and grab my card and all but throw it at the bartender who could care less. “I’m not about to let you do that.”

Besides, I haven’t paid for another woman’s drinks in years. 

I guess now is as good a time as ever to start.

While the man runs my card, I turn to find her already looking at me with a look that I can’t run and hide from, not with her stare on me. 

In my entire existence, I think the only other time that I’ve felt time drag on as long as it is waiting for this man to bring me back my card resulted in the birth of my two children. 

But as I sit here, time drags on so slowly I think it’s been at least a year when the man hands me the receipt and pen. 

Signing my name down at the bottom, I stand from my stool at the same time my new companion abandons hers. Looking at me from over her shoulder, I can’t stop the way my eyes trail down her body — thinking what I’m going to do when I’m alone with her. 

We walk in silence to the elevator but the energy between us is buzzing, like a live power line that’s been knocked down by a powerful storm. 

Stepping in behind her, I lick my lips as she peers up at me with a familiar mischievous glint to her emerald eyes. Turning and pressing her ass into me, my hands immediately grip her waist and pull her into me as my lips fall to her neck. 

“Where to, Niall?”

A low laugh falls from my lips as I let the lust that’s been fueling my body for the last hour and half take over as I bite down on her earlobe. 

“Straight up to your room.”

Bringing my attention to her neck, I nip and suck at her smooth skin and smile into my actions when I hear a whimper fall from her lips as her hands clutch mine along her waist. “Fuck, touch me. Please. 

“You want me to touch you in this elevator, baby?” My words are hot on her skin yet goosebumps race across the surface as one of my hands slide from her waist to the apex of her thighs and slips under her dress. “What floor are you on?”

She doesn't answer me as she tips her head back onto my shoulder, the blonde hair smelling faintly of pear shampoo. “I’m on the twenty third floor.” 

“Think I can get you off that fast? Hmm?” Smirking against her skin, my finger runs along the drenched material that covers her center. “I need you to answer me or I’m not going to touch you at all.”

“Yes, but anybody can get on this elevator though!” I can sense the panic in her voice as I slip the material to the side and run my finger through her. 

I moan out at how wet she is for me. “Guess I better be quick then.”

Without waiting for a response, I thrust my middle finger into her at the same time my other hand finds her pebbled nipple through her dress and brings it between my thumb and pointer finger which makes her throw her head back with a loud moan. 

“Gonna take my fingers here in this elevator? Didn’t know you were so easy.” Adding another finger to her pleasure, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit as I work the area quicker while continuing my assault on her neck. 

Her hand grips my wrist as we both stare at the numbers climbing on the elevator wall. “Me either, fuck. Niall!”

“Come on, do my fingers feel that good? Already feel your tight cunt clenching around them. All you have to do is let go, relax. If you want it, you can have it.” Husky and low, my own voice is mixed with a moan when she reaches behind her and grips me through my pants. “You wanna touch my cock, is that it?”

“Yes.” 

Her breathless moans finally reach their peak when we pass the nineteenth floor as she comes all over my fingers, silently moaning out into the air of this elevator before letting her body relax back into mine to catch her breath. 

While I may be having sex with a women in a hotel, I’ve not forgotten my manners as I kiss the side of her neck and run my hand up and down her waist before the elevator door opens and we walk out onto her floor. 

“I’m in, um, fuck.. Room 2334.”

Silently we make our way around the corner and I don’t dare take my eyes off her ass as it sways from side to side in her black dress, the way her long legs look make me imagine them wrapped around my waist which is exactly where I intend to have them in the next five minutes. 

The card beeps once it’s been waved in front of the automatic lock, swinging open to reveal a large room with floor to ceiling windows and a massive king sized bed in the middle. 

In my moment of weakness for the skyline of Boston, two delicate hands push against my chest and make my back slam against the door. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lips meet mine at an urgent speed, immediately parting my own and letting me taste the liquor that still lies on her tongue. I moan into the kiss when I feel those same hands leave my chest behind to fall to my waistline, undoing my pants and pulling them down just far enough that my aching cock springs up against my stomach. 

“Look at you. You were so quick to comment how wet I was as you fucked me with your fingers on the elevator, but look at you..” My mouth hangs open as she strokes me with determination, her thumb coming out to swipe at the precome leaking from my swollen tip. “You’re so hard for me and I’ve barely touched you, Ni.”

I can feel her leave open mouthed kisses along my neck as she stops to bite along the skin every so often, making me thrust up into her hand at a slow pace. 

Not enough that I’m going to come undone, but enough that the friction is driving me crazy. 

“Shit, I didn’t know the woman I was meeting tonight was such a tease.” There’s a hint of sarcasm to my voice, but mostly it’s just driven by lust as I look into her eyes just seconds before she lowers herself to her knees in front of me. 

“No small talk, it just gets in the way.”

Those are her final words before she takes me into her heavenly warm and wet mouth, her tongue flattening underneath my heavy cock as she sucks and bobs her head at a dangerous pace. 

The back of my head hits the door as pleasure shoots through every single nerve fiber in my body, from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes I can feel myself getting burned by the fire. 

“Baby, fuck.” Tangling my fingers into the blonde hair, I choke on my own moan when she pulls off of me only to flick her tongue on the most sensitive part of me. “If you don’t stop I'm going to come, fuck. Rigby.” 

The name falls from my lips at the same time that my eyes snap open and the motion between my legs stops two seconds before the woman between my legs laughs. 

“Seriously Niall? Again?” Standing up from her place on the floor, Rigby looks at me with her bright green eyes full of humor. “Are you going to forget whatever name I pick every time we do this?”

I reach forward with both hands and pull her to me as my lips find hers in a messy and passionate kiss, making sure that the very convincing blonde wig she’s managed to put on comes off, letting her brunette hair fall free around us. 

“To be fair, I doubt you want to hear me moan out another woman’s name while your pussy milks me for everything that I have. Am I wrong?” Reaching my hand to her side, I pull on the tiny zipper and groan as the fabric falls to the floor. “Also, I can only act for so long. You own me, clover. Don’t like acting like I’m not married to the finest woman I’ve ever fucking seen.”

Standing in front of me now is the same woman I fell in love with all those years ago. 

Only now, she’s got a couple more tattoos and her body is even curvier. 

I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on by Rigby, but watching her carry and give birth to our children? 

Watching her tell me it wasn’t the end of the world that Rory got a Rapunzel dress muddy — saying we owned a washing machine for a reason?

Watching her tell Finn that when the color green hurts her feelings she eats Lucky Charms — the cereal daddy always brings her to cheer her up?

Yeah. 

I’m never not turned on by my wife. 

“Okay, you’ve proved your point.” Rigby sounds breathless as I lean down to kiss her again, taking my kiss from her lips and down her neck and making sure to suck a dark bruise just below where the collar of her work blouses sit. “I love you, fuck.”

Gently nipping at her sensitive nipple, my hands wrap around her waist to flip her backwards and press her ass against my throbbing cock as I walk us forward as I leave kisses against her temple. 

The view of Boston spreads out in front of us as we stop in front of the window. “I love you too, clover. Now let me show you.”

Wrapping an arm around her collarbone, her back curves into my chest as I push her forward and her body presses into the cool window eliciting a gasp from the temperature change against her hot skin. 

Finding her swollen clit like it’s my home, my fingers work like they’ve never had another job in their life while I bring her nipple between my pointer finger and my thumb again while I pinch hard enough that she moans and I feel her body shiver in my arms. 

Over the years, Rigby and I have explored our sex lives more than we ever thought possible. 

Both of us are kinky as hell, which works in both of our favor.  

Tonight wasn’t the first time we met in a bar and acted like we didn’t know each other, and it sure as hell won’t be the last time either. 

The same goes for being able to read each other’s bodies like a well worn book. I know that as soon as I apply almost enough pressure for it to be painful to her nipple and thrust two fingers into her, that she’ll come on the spot. 

So that’s what I do. 

“Good girl, that’s my baby.” Kissing the back of her neck, I hug her body into mine as her legs tremble from trying to hold herself up. “You look so beautiful when you come for me, so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”

Turning in my arms, I kiss her and walk backwards to the bed and turn us at the last second and lay her down on the million thread count sheets. “Mmhmm, you tell me all the time, charms.”

“Good, don’t you forget it either.” Shedding the rest of my clothes, my eyes meet hers. 

I kiss her gently and rest my palms on the mattress to hold my body above hers while I slide down, taking her nipple in my mouth and teasing her until she squirms underneath me. “Want to taste you again, Niall. Please.”

Hearing the most powerful woman on the planet beg for me? 

Am I supposed to say no to that?

“Here.” Laying down on the bed, she raises one eyebrow in my direction. “You sit on my face and let me fuck you with my tongue while you fuck me with your mouth, yeah?”

As eager as ever, Rigby throws her legs over my torso and faces the foot of the bed while she shuffles backwards until her perfect wet, pink pussy rests right above my mouth. 

Running my hands up her thighs, I take a greedy handful of her ass in each palm before pulling her down to sit on my face while moaning out at the feeling of her taking my cock all the way into the back of her throat. 

She tastes like the only thing I want for the rest of my life as I flatten my tongue and run it through her, using the tip of the strong muscle to flick against her clit which makes her whimper against my cock and the vibrations from that have me leaking into her mouth at a rapid rate. 

While I feast on her, she uses her hand to wrap around me and twist while she brings her mouth up and down on me in a perfect combination that she knows will have me coming down her throat if she keeps it up. 

Not to be outdone, I bring one hand off her ass and bring it down hard enough to make her jerk on top of me at the same time I bring her clit into my

mouth, sucking harshly and nibbling the spot with my teeth and with one final spank, she comes again for me at the same time she brings me to my own demise, swallowing everything as she tries to ride out her own orgasm. 

“Rigby, fuck.” Out of breath, she rolls next to me on the bed before kissing me, letting her tongue meet mine so we can taste each other. “My perfect wife.”

I cradle her chin in my hand as I look at her while my other hand reaches to tuck a strand of her sweaty hair behind her ear. 

All these years she’s been there for me. 

When Harry and I opened another pub, she was there for me. Crunching the numbers and offering her advice all along the way. 

When I had to quit playing recreational soccer because I broke my leg? She was there. Taking me to therapy and forcing me to do the exercises even when I didn't want to, making me better. 

When I cried the day my little girl walked into kindergarten like she didn’t need her daddy anymore? She was there to remind me that I got to scare away every boy who came into her life for the rest of eternity. 

As she smiles at me right now, it’s full of bliss and it’s lazy. 

She’s been just as busy as I have been over the years. 

Carrying both of our children through high risk pregnancies, not to mention coming out a survivor through two miscarriages that broke both of us to the core. 

Rigby was now an owner of Byrne & Klein, owned by her and June. They bought out the men, making them one of the top women owned and ran accounting firms on the East Coast. 

My brilliant, brilliant lover. 

Not to mention, we both coached the kids soccer team and although I was calm and collected.. Rigby found her way back out into the parking lot more often than not for using one too many colorful words one too many times. 

“My perfect, Ni.” Finding my lips with hers, she starts a lazy, passionate kiss. 

It doesn’t take long for it to become needy, it never does. 

Throwing one leg over me, I cup Rigby’s perfect tits in my hand with a rough squeeze when she rocks her center against me. “You still hard for me, baby?”

“I’m always hard for you, what do you mean?” I laugh into her kiss for only a second before I tip my head back at the feeling of her clit rubbing against the sensitive ridge of my cock. “You gonna fuck me, clover mama?”

“Always.” I watch in awe as she positions me at her entrance and sinks down on me in one motion, not being able to decide if I want my eyes on her face, tits, or where we are connected. “Ah, fuck. You fill me up so fucking good, always full when you are inside me. Fucking me. Loving me.”

Placing my hands on her waist I match her rhythm as I fuck into her, my rough movements making her tits bounce with so much force I’ve decided I’m never looking away from them as I lean up to nip her with my teeth a couple of times. 

“I need more, Niall. I need it.” 

Her wish is my command as I pull her down flush with my chest and slam my hips up into her as she cries out into my chest at the pressure, giving her exactly what she needs. 

“Are you going to come again for me? Let yourself go all over my cock?” My own voice is strained as I try to hold myself together, knowing that she’s about to be so pissed at me. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Hair sticks to her forehead and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat as I feel her start to contract around me, squeezing me so good that I have no choice but to pull out before I let go before I’m ready. 

“Are you fucking joking me?” Red cheeks match the animosity in her gaze as I roll us over, bending down to suck her clit in my mouth for a few seconds which has her screaming out before I pull back and sit on my heels, pumping my cock slowly in my hand as I look down at her gorgeous body. “Fuck you, asshole. I was so close.”

“No, I’m not joking.” Slapping the side of her thigh, I gesture towards the bed with my chin. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“No.” If there’s one thing about Rigby, it’s that she’s going to be a brat. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Reaching up, I grip her jaw harshly but soft enough that I know I won't hurt her. “I said get on your hands and knees for me, slut.”

A moan comes from deep in her throat and I smirk as the fire I love so much blazes in her eyes. “Or what? You gonna punish me, daddy?”

Strengthening my grip enough to keep her mouth open, I lean over her and spit directly onto her tongue, watching as her eyes roll back into her head before she swallows. 

“Is that what you want? For me to punish you? For me to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight, hmm?” I know my words have the desired effect when Rigbys breath hitches in her chest and she nods a moment before breathing out a yes. 

Tilting my head down, I let a low chuckle fall from my lips before I lean back over her and instead of gripping her jaw — I drop my hand to her neck, putting pressure in the places she needs it to get a proper, safe head rush. 

“I said, get on your hands and knees..” Biting her bottom lip, I pull it back roughly and when I see a small drop of crimson, I flick my tongue across the spot to collect it. “Right the fuck now.”

Finally rolling onto her stomach, I pull her hips up as my palm runs down the middle of her back to push her face down into the mattress before taking her hands, clasping them together and holding them behind her back. 

With my other hand I smooth it over the porcelain skin of her ass before cracking my palm against it, making her cry out. “What’s our rule, hmm?” 

“I, it’s— Ah!”

Bringing my palm down in the same place, I watch as the skin turns slightly pink from the impact. 

“Rigby, I asked you a question.” Trading which of my hands hold hers, I repeat my actions on her other ass cheek, watching her jolt and moan beneath me. “I expect you to answer me.”

“If I want to act like a brat..” A moan falls from her lips as I slide two fingers inside of her, moaning myself at how fucking wet she is. “Then I get treated like a brat.”

“Correct.” I pull my fingers back only to fuck into her with three and the sounds filling up the room have my cock painfully aching with how turned on I am, it’s insane. “Listen, I know you thought you were going to get to come again around my cock, but how about you beg for it instead.”

Pushing her hips back into my hand, I bring my palm down on her skin. “Please, I—“

“You what? If you want my cock, you beg for it while I fuck you with my fingers and until I think you’ve begged enough, yeah? Do not even think about coming until I say you can or we are going to start this all over again. Do you understand me?”

Nodding into the mattress, I let out a quick prayer that I can hang on as my fingers find the spot that drivers her wild. “Please, Niall. Fuck, fuck.. I need you.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” Picking up my pace, I ease another finger into her and listen as she moans out incoherent phrases at the feeling. 

“I'll do anything. I need your cock, need you to fill me up..” I watch as her eyes roll back into her head as her body jerks when I find a particularly delicious spot inside of her. “Your come needs to be inside me, baby. I want it so bad. There's not anything I want more than to milk your cock so good, fill me up until I’m spilling out for you..”

With that I pull my fingers out of her and line my throbbing cock up with her, thrusting in all the way and tilting my head up towards the ceiling as my moan is loud and deep, bouncing off the walls. “God, you fucking pull me in like you need me so bad, like this pussy is made for me and only me. Letting me fuck you so goddman hard.” 

“Niall.. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.” I continue to thrust into her deep and hard, making contact with her g-spot and making her legs tremble as we both find ourselves on the edge of our release. 

“You feel so good.” 

“You know, I really liked the blonde.” My pace picks up as she clenches around me. “You looked so fucking good.”

“You think?” Barely audible from her pleasure, Rigby manages to get the words out. “Maybe I’ll dye it blonde.”

I choke on a moan as I near my end, getting so close. “It doesn’t matter if you dye your hair hot pink, I’m still going to bend you over and fuck you like the slut that you are, yeah clover baby?”

“Ni, give me another baby. Please, fill me up and give me another one.” Her moan is loud as my pace falters at the thought of seeing her pregnant again. “I want it so bad, let me have it.”

Rigby only lasts a couple more strokes as she comes undone, coming so hard that she nearly pushes me out as I finish deep inside of her, filling her with my release. 

Staying seated inside of her, I rub my hand up and down her back as she lays spent beneath me. “Did you mean it? Rigby, tell me you meant it.”

Pulling out I roll her over onto her back and can’t help but lean down and kiss her, letting our tongues meet for only a moment. “Yes, I want another baby. Please. Just one more time, give me more.”

“Baby, you’re so tired.” I cup her cheek as I look down at her. “We can talk and keep trying.”

She shakes her head as she looks up at me, determination in her tired eyes. “Please.”

As much as I feel like my orgasm emptied everything from my body, I know that as long as she says please, I’ll do whatever she wants. Looking down I can see where my come is dripping out of her perfect pussy, so I slowly slide back in, leaning over Rigby on my elbows and bringing my lips to hers. 

“I love you so much, pretty clover girl.” My hips meet hers in a slow, gentle pace as she tips her head backwards into the pillows. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want.”

Rigby brings her hands up to cup my face as I thrust into her, feeling her legs shake from her overstimulation. “I want as many babies as we can make, love having a family with you, the perfect dad, the perfect husband, the perfect lover.. Oh, fuck.”

I feel as she contracts and releases around me, pumping her through her euphoria as I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck lightly before I feel myself come again only a few minutes later. 

Keeping myself inside of her, I roll us over gently, tucking her into my side as she collapses against me. “We can stay like this for a little while, but then we have to get up and get you cleaned up, okay?”

I can feel her nod into my chest as I run my fingers through her hair, giving her twenty minutes before I’m pulling out of her and carrying her to the bathroom. 

“Come on baby, let’s take a bath. Let me clean you up and then we can sleep all night.”

•

As good as it feels to spend the weekend holed up in a hotel, having uninterrupted sex with my wife… There’s not a greater feeling than seeing my kids running towards me and launching themselves into my arms. 

“Daddy, daddy! Look what I made!”

I pull back and look down at the paper Rory holds in front of her. “Let me guess… That’s Moana?”

Laughing as Rory looks at her mom with her mouth wide open in shock, she turns back to me with a look of disdain. “No, look, it's Rapunzel! Everyone knows Moana  has pretty brown hair like mommy— not yellow. Silly daddy!”

“I’ll show you silly!” Picking her up in her Rapunzel pajamas, I tickle her sides as she squeals and laughs, relaxing her body into mine. “Where’s my other cutie?”

Finn launches himself at Rigbys legs, making her laugh as she stumbles and falls over in the front yard. “Easy buddy!” Reaching for him and pulling him into her arms, she nuzzles him in a motherly embrace while she kisses his little face all over as he laughs and puts his chubby little hands on her cheeks. His dirty blonde hair is a mess but his striking green eyes are full of trouble.

“Pretty mama!” leaving a wet kiss on her cheek, I smile at Rigby as we look at the beautiful and healthy children in our arms. 

“How’s my baby girl? Did you have fun at Uncle Harry’s house?” Rory nods in my arms, launching into a story about how Harry dressed up at Ariel while she played in her  Rapunzel dress. 

Rigby holds Finn in her arms and pinches his little red cheeks before tickling his ribs. “And what about you, what did you and Uncle Harry do?”

“We ate peas!” 

Both Rigby and I burst out laughing as Harry joins us and Rigby rolls her eyes, looking at Harry. “I guess there was a reason we gave Finn your middle name. You are both pea lovers and that worries me.”

“Finn loves peas? Yuck!” Rory makes an exaggerated gagging noise as I hear the last member of our family finally making their way out of the house and down to my feet. 

“There’s my other girl! What have you done all weekend, Guinny?” 

What is it that they say about all dads and the dogs they didn’t want? 

Yeah. 

That’s me and our black and brown dachshund, Guinness. 

At least I got to name her. 

“Well other than the one time she threw up in the kitchen? She’s been fine.” I look at Harry as he rolls his eyes before looping his arm around Margo’s waist. “But the resident veterinarian here said she’s fine, someone just fed her too many snacks.”

I don’t even have to guess which child of mine is the snack smuggler, looking at Rory in my arms as she fiddles with her hands in front of her, making eye contact with the birthmark on the side of her left hand. 

“Rory James, what have we told you about feeding the doggie too many snacks?” I try to be stern, but she’s so fucking cute with her brown hair and light blue eyes it’s impossible. 

She sighs as her shoulders deflate. “That if I feed the doggie too many snacks then her tummy gets upset just like daddy’s does when he eats too much cheese.”

“Exactly.” Rigby smiles as she tries not to laugh just like me. “We gotta remember that, okay? Remember how grumpy daddy gets when he doesn’t feel good?”

“Hey!” Jumping in to defend myself, everyone starts laughing before poking fun in my direction. “Alright, alright. Let’s get out of Uncle Harry’s hair and go home, okay?”

“Kids go get your bags!” Letting go of Rory and Finn, I watch them disappear into my best friend's house as I wrap my arm around Rigby’s waist. 

Leaning in, my lips brush against her ear before I kiss her gently. 

“Come on, let’s take our babies home, clover baby.”

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

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

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

Masterlist Lista de diálogos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Vamos nos divertir! — Declarei. 

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

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

— Você é péssima nisso.

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

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

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

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

— S/A…

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

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

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

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

— Como é? — Franziu as sobrancelhas grossas.

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

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

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

— Mais uma rodada! — Falei.

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

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

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

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

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

— Tem certeza? 

— S\N. 

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

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

— Niall. — Chamei baixinho.

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

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

— O que foi? — Perguntou confuso.

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

— De quem? 

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

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

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

— Tentando agarrar você? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Isso é tortura. — Disse entre dentes. 

— Quer que eu pare então? — Fingi inocência. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Deixei você gozar, não deixei? — Devolveu.

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

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

— Por que? — Perguntei ainda em seu aperto. 

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

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

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

— Sua mulher? 

— Achei que fosse óbvio. — Bufou.

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

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

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

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

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

— O que você ouviu.

— Repete. 

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

— É claro que é. 

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