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niallismymuse · 7 years

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It’s About Time

Sometimes, you wish you aren’t alive.

Okay, you don’t wish you’re dead, but maybe something more chill than being actively alive. Is being passively alive a thing? You could totally do with being passively alive currently.

Your job is killing you. Even though it’s the weekend, your two days off, you’re sat in front of your laptop typing up a report that’s needed, like, now. By the end of this, you’re going to be looking at newfound wrinkles on your face and more than a few gray hairs.

But what really blows about this is the fact that Niall is home. Niall, your boyfriend of two years. Niall, who you rarely see what with him being a huge popstar. Niall, who’s always on tour or in some writing session. It’s been two years since you started dating, but honestly, it feels like two months from the occasions you’ve seen him. It’s not like you blame him for this; before you started dating, you sat down and had a long talk about what it would mean to be with him. The media, the rumors, how he was hardly home because One Direction was on hiatus and this was his big chance to become something without them.

You don’t begrudge him of that. In fact, pretty early on, you had moved in to his London apartment to keep it clean. It saved him a bill with a cleaning lady, ensured that no one would break in, and whenever he was home, even if it was for a day or two, he would have easy access to you, and you to him.

This apartment was home now. It wasn’t just Niall’s apartment, it was yours too. And now he’s home for about three months, able to do whatever it is that he pleases.

You hope, secretly, that you’re what he wants to do. In two years, you two haven’t had sex. Barely done anything more than kissed. And it wasn’t because neither of you didn’t want to, it was because you had told him in the very beginning, that with him gone so much, you wanted to take things slow.

You could still remember how his eyebrows had drawn together. “’Course, petal,” he had agreed easily. “It’s not like I live off o’ sex. I can wait however long ya need.” So every time he had come home, he had treated you like a queen, taking you out on dates, making you feel loved and safe. But no sex.

You love him. He loves you. Maybe you should talk about sex. It hasn’t always been easy, especially with the media throwing every rumor it could at you. But Niall hadn’t cheated, and you knew he never would. Honestly, he doesn’t have the time for the deceit.

But today is just not the day to have that talk. This report is needed by lunch.

Eventually, you send that report in right in the nick of time. Letting out a loud groan, you shut your laptop down and flop over face first into the couch. Your body actually hurts right now from the stress. But you did it, and it’s done, so now you can rest.

“Hey, love! You doin’ okay in there?” Niall’s voice calls from the bedroom, before he warily pads over, a concerned look on his face. You want to just smoosh his cheeks together and kiss him. Earlier in the day, he had banished himself to the bed to keep out of your hair and to keep himself from distracting you. Niall knows that it was important work, and you needed a job to keep yourself from going insane, although he had told you multiple times that you didn’t need to work if you didn’t want to. But you’re no freeloader, so you get up at 7 every day, Monday through Friday, and worked without fail.

“I finished!” You cheer out, still face-down on the sofa. “I’m done! Fuck Steven!” Steven being your boss, who had demanded that you fill out that report on your day off.

“Fuck Steven!” Niall agrees heartily before sitting down on the couch next to your legs. You hear him cluck his tongue. “You want me to rub your back, baby? I know you don’t like sittin’ here all day like that.”

“That would be great, honestly, thank you,” you reply before making the work easier on him and tossing your legs on his lap before wiggling backwards. It’s not a sophisticated move, and you hear him laugh, but the thought of really moving makes you want to die.

Niall lays his hands flat on your back, and through the thin material of your tank top, you can feel the heat of them on your skin. He’s so warm, the heat of him just blares throughout your entire body, radiating from your back, outward. There’s silence as he begins to massage your back, working out the kinks from a stressful day. A shallow moan escapes your lips, because it just feels so good.

You hear him take in a quick, sharp breath, his hands pausing on your skin. “K-keep going, baby, feels so good,” you mumble out encouragingly to him, and his hands begin to deftly work at the muscles on your back. It feels incredible, like he was born to do this. “Shoulda been a masseuse,” you whisper and hear him laugh a bit shakily. “Missed your calling, there.”

“I’m gonna quit music,” he quips lightly. “Start me own massage parlor.”

You laugh, and a tiny whimper escapes at the next press of his hands.

Niall swallows, loudly enough for you to hear. “Ya sound so…pretty, makin’ those sounds, baby.”

You still, the hairs on the back of your neck rising. His voice is rough, raspy sounding, and it sends a lick of heat running straight between your legs. “I do?”

“Y-yeah…been, uh, well…” he’s getting flustered now, enough so that you actually turn a bit to look at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Niall…you can talk to me.” You say encouragingly, twisted around to really look at him. His cheeks are flushed a delicate pink, eyes heavily-lidded, and when his eyes make contact with yours, his pupils have nearly swallowed that beautiful ocean blue.

Your breath stalls in your chest, just from the force of his gaze alone. The tip of his tongue pokes out, and he wets his lips, your eyes following the movement as if in a trance. Suddenly, you can’t move, or think, or hardly even breathe.

“I’ve been dreamin’ about hearin’ sounds like that comin’ from those pretty lips of yours,” he states, a hard rasp to his voice. His chest is lifting high with each breath, and his pupils are fully dilated now. “Dreamin’ about how ya would sound with me cock glidin’ in and out of your pussy, fuckin’ ya nice and slow. How ya would sound with me cock in your mouth, chokin’ on it just about. Petal, I’ve been dreamin’ about all the moans I could make come out of you.”

Your eyes are so wide. Your body is just about on fire with a vicious need, demanding him. Niall’s never talked to you like this before. You’re close to exploding, wet already just from his words, and he’s hardly even touched you. You take in a shallow breath, “more, Niall, please just keep…keep talking.”

His eyebrows flick up and his lips curl into a sweet little smirk. “More, huh, petal? Ya want me to tell you more about what I would do to you?”

Your head dips in a nod once, physically unable to tear your eyes away from his.

In an almost childlike reaction, Niall rubs his hands together gleefully and gives you a grin. You’re taken aback by this response, but smile back at him all the same. Carefully, you sit up, and Niall moves closer to you, taking your chin in his big hand, and ducks his head down to place a kiss at your jaw. You can feel the scratch of his stubble against your skin, and all it does is stoke the fire inside you higher.

“I’ve been dyin’ to get a good look at your pussy, and just bury me face in it,” he admits against your skin, hot breath fanning out gently against it. “Been picturin’ how you’d squirm against me, moan me name, beg for more.”

You’re trembling as his hand tightens on your chin a bit, keeping you steady, while another thick fingers drags a line down your arm. You’ve never known a touch to be so sensual, that a touch on your arm would have you flexing your toes.

“And I know, I know, baby, you’re goin’ to taste so fuckin’ good. So good I doubt I’ll even want to come up for air,” a harsh chuckle bursts past his lips, you can feel the puff of it against your neck as he presses another single kiss to your neck, needy lips hesitating before pulling off from you. His hand drops from your chin and Niall sits back a bit, smirking at you.

You’re not even sure how to respond, gaping like a fish at him, until something finally smacks into you and you know what to say. “Big talk,” you mutter, forcing your own smirk up even as your pulse begins to race. “Sure you can pull through on any of that?”

Your taunting works. Niall doesn’t breathe for a second, eyes flashing, before his lips smash to yours, and you’re pushed half back against the couch with the weight of him. Your arms tangle around his neck, fingers digging into the short locks of hair on the back of his head as his weight shifts entirely onto you. He nips at your lip and you whimper. “I’m gonna fuck ya into next week just for that talk,” he growls into your ear before pressing his lips to yours again.

By god, you’re so fucking ready.

It seems like hours later when his lips leave yours, red and puffy from the kisses and bites, and trail down to your neck. His tongue brushes against your pulse point and you nearly faint. You’re sweltering, every inch of you is on fire, every place where his skin brushes yours combusts, and wherever those dangerous lips go, there’s an inferno.

It’s not too long later when his hands are cupping the swells of your breasts even as you kick off the sweats you had on. “These are fuckin’ awesome,” he breathes out, momentarily forgetting his plan of attack as his thumbs rove over the soft skin of your flesh. You hum out, gazing up at him, lips parted. “Got nice boobs, baby.”

You snort out a laugh and smack at his hand. “You’re ridiculous.”

Niall waggles his eyebrows at you before pinching your nipple softly, making you squeak. Then his attention continues further down, and you thank your lucky stars that today you didn’t wear your granny panties. Not sexy panties either, but cute, pink with little bows on them. Niall licks his lips as he gazes down at them, and you nearly cum right then and there from the sight of it. He glances back up at you, eyes filled with lust. “Think I’m gonna have me some dessert before dinner.”

“We should move to the bed,” you blurt out, heart hammering in your chest. Maybe you’re a bit nervous, just a tiny bit.

Niall smirks at you. “Excellent idea, me love,” he states before standing up, offering his hand to you. The two of you walk to the bedroom and you can’t help but think about how maddeningly unfair it is that you’re only in your underwear and he’s still full clothed.

He helps you lay on the bed, and you prop your head up on some pillows while Niall kneels between your spread legs, running his fingers down the soft skin of your thigh. You reach forward and tug at his shirt. When he looks at you, you pout. “Off.” You demand, tugging at it again, and he obliges you, laughing while he pulls off his tank. With that out of the way, your fingers run up his chest, and you simply touch his skin there, reveling in how close you feel to him.

You’re distracted by the feeling of his fingertips running down your clothed slit. A gasp leaves your lips and you look up at Niall, hand falling feebly to your stomach. “So wet already, darlin’, fuck,” he clucks his tongue at you. “Just as wet as ya are in me dreams.”

“Touch me,” you whimper as his fingers dance along your clothed heat, feeling at where your clit is, just barely pressing against it and giving you the pressure you need. “Niall, I need…I need you to touch me.”

His eyes light up at your words. “Here? Ya want me to touch you here?” He asks, cupping his hand firmly around you, making you blush. You nod your head yes and he taps at your thighs, encouraging you to lift up for him. He takes your underwear off in one clean yank, and tosses them off the bed somewhere.

Thus exposed, you look anywhere but at him. You’re not a virgin, but it’s been well over two years since you’ve gotten laid. Thankfully, you’ve cleaned up down there, because when you look up at him, he’s gazing down at your center like a man dying of thirst would look at a well full of water. “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he gets out, lips pink from kissing parted.

You blush and fidget, before kicking at his leg lightly with your foot. “Take your pants off,” you mumble, more of a request than a demand, a way to even the ground a bit. Though you’ve definitely seen Niall’s cock before, simply because you’ve sexted and FaceTime’d whenever either of you were feeling horny. He’s even seen you finger yourself, but only on a screen, not anything in person.

Without a word, Niall kicks his sweats off, leaving him in a pair of boxers. Looking up at you, he flicks his eyes down, making it obvious that he’s asking for permission. “Yes,” you breathe out, your chest just about heaving with the intimacy of him gazing at your most private part.

You about die at the feeling of his finger gently grazing down your slit, and you can’t even move as you watch him curl that finger and bring it to his mouth, a smirk curling up there. “Ya taste just as sweet as I imagined,” his voice is a deep rasp from his throat, and your jaw drops open at how blatantly hot that just was.

“Please,” you beg, and this must be what he wanted, because without a word he’s down on you, just simply circling your clit with his thumb at first, watching the way your body trembles in response. Then his thumb does land on your clit, and a surge of pleasure makes your back arch up into the air. “Fuck.”

Niall’s watching all of this with some sort of fascination, thumb roving over your button, watching your hips jerk at every pass, noticing how your tummy trembles. “God, you’re so hot,” he whispers before leaning down to press a kiss to your pubic bone. “Could do this all day.”

You’re already too far gone to reply. It’s been so long since another man’s touched you that everything is just pure feeling. You’re concentrating on the pleasure, brows furrowed, mouth dropped open, eyes closed before you’re sure if you open them, you’ll orgasm right then and there.

Niall dips his finger down into your entrance, gently swirling it, preparing you. Then, his single finger presses in knuckle-deep, and he’s slowly finger fucking you and god, it feels so good. His name explodes from your lips and he smirks wickedly at this achievement, even as he prepares a second finger, a third.

You’re close when he leans down, body tight, and you feel his breath against you. You whimper, eyes shooting open, and the sight of him bent between your legs has you crying out in pleasure, though the first lap of his tongue is well-timed to it. “Fuck!” You cry out as his tongue wiggles and moves and he learns what you like, two fingers still sunk in you, and he’s not even down there a minute before you explode into his mouth, cries leaving your lips and your body arching up into the air.

He works you through, though when you’re able to even think, you hear him cursing under his breath. “Baby? Niall?” You gasp out, feeling as if the air has been knocked from your lungs, still not quite able to fully breathe right.

You look down between your spread legs, a pleasant ache between them, and see Niall looking up at you with an embarrassed expression. “What’s wrong?” You ask quietly, terrified that you did something, your body did something, holy hell are you bleeding-

“I, uh…I came,” he announces, scratching at the back of his neck and looking away. “In me shorts.”

It takes you a moment for you to really understand, and then it dawns on you. “Oh,” you say, more shocked than you’re comfortable admitting. “Well, Ni, that’s okay.” You say, reaching down for you.

“I really wanted to fuck ya, though,” he explains, looking up at you with his lips pressed together. You make grabby-hands at him and he relents, crawling up your body before resting with a huff on his side next to you. “This is embarrassin’,” he complains, closing his eyes.

“It’s human,” you say before gently caressing his cheek. When he looks at you, you lean in and kiss him gently, the taste of yourself swirling on his tongue. “Besides, you’re gonna be here for another three months, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he replies, not seeing quite where this is going.

You shrug. “There’s a lot we can get done in three months,” you say slyly, and his responding grin is absolutely full of wicked promise.

“That’s me girl.”

“True, but you should probably go change your boxers.”

Grumbling, Niall crawls out of bed and gives you a look as he pulls his boxers off. “You coulda had this.” He states, showing himself off, flexing his muscles a little. You can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he is, and this warm, fuzzy feeling grows up inside of you. You love this silly man.

“I could have, but that’s not my fault.”

Niall shoots you another look before simply crawling back into bed with you stark naked. “You shut it.”

Laughing, you pull him down and snuggle your face in his chest, breathing in the scent of him. “I love you, Niall.”

He breathes out your name, pressing a kiss to your forehead before adding, “baby, I love ya too.”

You’ve got a lot of work to do in the next three months.

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stardust2003 · 7 years

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Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 18

Liam and Noel kissed and made up a couple weeks later. They finished whatever needed done in Wales before transferring to London for the rest of it. Noel's house was big enough for everyone to stay as well as be the hub for all the partying. I was nervous about everything – staying at Noel's, dealing with the parties. But somehow I knew everything would be okay.

"You go on inside." Liam said when our taxi pulled up to the front gate. "I've gotta go off for a bit but I'll be back later."

"Okay." I replied.

He walked me to the door and kissed me goodbye but waited to leave until Noel answered the door.

"Back in a bit." He said to his brother. "Be nice to 'er."

"No promises." Noel said flatly as he shook his head.

Liam pushed his bottom lip out at him with his tongue causing Noel to chuckle. I couldn't believe how good of a mood he was in, but I would take it for all it was worth.

"So this is the famous Supernova Heights." I mused as I looked around the entryway.

"Yep. This is it." Noel replied.

"How'd you come up with the name?"

"You don't know?"

"No I don't." I replied.

"Didn't ya read them lyrics I sent ya?" He asked.

"Yeah. What was that about? Liam and I figured it was just one of your many ways to take the piss."

"What's Liam got to do with it?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Well they're lyrics from the new album which he's singing most of."

"Ah, you're right!" He said with raised eyebrows. "He's not singing it all. Not anymore."

I nodded in thought. "So it was just another piss take." I said.

"Who said that?"

I shook my head as I tried to figure out what he was saying. It was like he was speaking in riddles or something.

"You wanna see the house?" He asked.

"Sure."

The house was huge and exactly what I expected it to look like with a British rock star as its owner.

"Is that the Who's logo?" I asked as I stared at the bathtub. It was a big circular one – as big as a hot tub – with dark blue, red, and white tile.

"Technically yes but it's actually the mod symbol." He replied.

"Right 'cuz you're such a mod."

Liam could pull it off. Noel...I don't know. I really didn't see a style with him.

I loved his fish tank. It was nice to see since no one else had any pets. It was a saltwater one and it covered the whole wall.

He saved his bedroom for last. Why I have no idea. We had to pass through it to see the mod bathroom earlier but yet there were again for our final stop.

"Ooh!" I exclaimed as I grabbed a certain something off his nightstand. He tried to stop me but I was too quick. "Let me guess: your mom got you these as a housewarming present."

"Fuck off!" He yelled.

"Well that's what you're supposed to do with them, aren't you?"

They were leather. I didn't know they could be made that way. The brown leather covered the metal and you could definitely tell they were real.

"Where's the keys?" I asked as I put my finger through one of the cuffs and held the other back with my right hand to make it like a sling shot.

"Gimme those!" He said as he tried grabbing them from me.

"No!" I yelled as I turned away.

"Addie! Give me the fuckin'-"

"ANYBODY HOME?!"

"He's back." I beamed as I threw the handcuffs on the bed and took off towards the door.

Noel followed behind me.

"What're you lot doin' up there?" Liam asked as he looked up at us while we stared down as we leaned against the upstairs railing.

"Taking a tour." I replied.

"Oh right. Oi! Noel, man! Look what I found waitin' on your front step." He motioned beside him and we saw a shadow come forward.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Noel said softly.

"I rang your doorbell." She said as she looked up at him.

He shook his head. "Never heard it. Must be broke."

"I heard it." I said to him quietly.

"Shut up!" He muttered.

I rolled my eyes and then went down the stairs.

Noel trailed behind me and she pounced on him as soon as he was close enough.

"I rang your phone as well but you never answered." She told him.

"Must be broke too." He shrugged.

"I left messages."

He shrugged again. "Never got 'em."

"But-"

"Look, we haven't got time for this bull shit!" He cut her off. "There's a party tonight and we've done fuck all to get this place ready for it."

The party was fucking massive. The house was packed to capacity with people spilling out of every room. I stayed close to Liam just as Meg stayed close to Noel.

"Nobody's stayin' tonight except Our Kid and his bird." He told her. "Everyone else wants to go home and sleep in their own beds."

"Right." She sighed.

I tried not to stare and attempted to just listen in on their conversation. I wondered what was up with them. Why would he invite her to his party if he didn't want her there?

The party ended around three in the morning and all the guests (including Meg) promptly got the fuck out. It was weird how quiet the house became once there were only three people inside it.

We all went to bed as soon as we could. I fell asleep pretty quickly but it didn't last too long after the clouds rolled in.

I awoke to the sound of thunder cracking. I looked over and realized Liam wasn't lying next to me.

"Liam?" I whispered into the darkness.

He gasped at the sound of another crack of thunder.

I turned on the light and saw him across the room from me. He was on the floor with his knees drawn up under his chin while he sat backed into a corner.

He stared at me his eyes filled with fear. He was shaking a little bit.

"What's the matter?" I asked as I came and sat down next to him.

"I, I don't f-fuckin' like it here." He replied. "I wanna go home!"

"Well we can't go home yet. You guys have to finish up the album first."

Just then, a loud boom of thunder blasted outside vibrating the windows.

"Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed as he pushed into me.

"It's okay!" I assured him as I wrapped my arms around him.

"I can't fuckin' stand that shit! It reminds me of ow-owt."

"What?"

He just leaned into me more still shaking.

I rubbed my hand gently up and down his back. "When I was little," I said, "my mom used to tell me that thunder was the sounds of God and the angels bowling. And when you saw lightening it means someone got a strike."

His shaking stopped and he leaned back to look at me properly.

"When I can't sleep me mam always gives me a warm glass of milk." He said. "Knocks me out proper fast."

I nodded at the fact he used the present tense but hoped he'd figure I was just nodding in agreement of drinking warm milk to sleep. He was the biggest mama's boy I'd ever met.

Paul warned me Liam was in no hurry to leave Manchester no matter how cool London was. If he moved, he'd have to leave his mother. And her tea and cakes. The comfort of her living room to watch City matches on TV since he didn't have a license. The warmth of his childhood bed because the one in his flat had a shitty mattress. He set himself up to be reliant on her. If it was any other guy, I'd have found it pathetic.

But Liam made it adorable.

"Come on!" I told him as I put my arm around his. "Let's go back to bed."

He followed me and we crawled in. We almost got comfortable before another crack in the sky caused him to gasp.

"Our Noel's got milk in the fridge, doesn't he?" He asked.

"Yeah I think so." I replied.

"Will ya get some for us please? Warm it up in the microwave. Ya've only gotta put it on about a minute."

"Alright. Just lay down first."

I rubbed his jaw until I knew he was asleep then decided to fetch some milk just in case he woke up.

I made my way down the hall but stopped when I heard yelling.

"NO! PLEASE NO! STOP IT!"

Noel's screams permeated through his bedroom door. I ran inside and saw him flailing around in the bed.

"Noel! Noel!" I said as I tried shaking him awake.

"He's gonna flip the fuckin' bed!" He exclaimed with his eyes shut. "He's gonna flip it over and stomp me with his boot!"

"Nobody's gonna do that!" I assured him. "But you've gotta wake up!"

"No! I ain't done nothin'! I went to school! Fuckin' make it stop!"

"Noel!" I continued to shake him. "C'mon! Noel!"

His eyes shot open and looked as scared as Liam's but way more confused. "Where's Paul?!" He asked as he scanned the room. "Where's our Paul? He's killed him, hasn't he? He's-"

"He's fine." I replied. "He's in Manchester with your mom. You know that."

His lip quivered as he tried to make sense of it all.

"Do you want some warm milk?"

He looked at me puzzled. "What?" He asked.

"Do you want some warm milk?" I repeated. "Liam couldn't sleep and says it helps him. I was on my way to get him some when I heard you screaming."

"I wasn't screamin'."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay." I muttered as I made to get off the bed. I was too tired to play his game.

"Wait!" He called.

I turned to look at him.

"I don't want any milk. I just want you to stay in here with me. Please."

I sighed at the thought.

Should I or shouldn't I?

The sun shined right through the curtains. It was a nice surprise considering the weather just a few hours prior.

I looked over and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful. So relaxed. Perhaps I helped him more than I realized.

I lay there watching him for a few more seconds until the stillness of the morning was broken.

"Tixie? Tixie!"

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed as I sat up.

"No!" Noel whined as he grabbed my hand.

I just sat there and looked at him.

"Please don't go." He said. "Just stay for a bit longer. Just a bit, yeah?"

"I can't." I replied.

"Yes ya can! You have to. I-" He stopped himself in thought. "D'ya wanna know why I sent you those lyrics?"

"Yeah but-"

"TIX!"

I sighed. "I've gotta go." I said.

And I did.

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