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05 - Woke Up Still Dreaming

Summary : Part 5 to Let Passion Get Too Much … niall x louis x reader threesome

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, choking, double penetration, spitting, spanking, subspace

Word Count : 7k

A/N : this chapter takes place hours after THIS EXTRA - it’s not absolutely necessary to read although it may answer a few questions as to how their relationship seemed to jump so quickly !

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louis isn’t sure the exact thing that woke him up. whether it be the soft pecks of your lips against his, or the quiet, melodic calling of his name, or your nails gently scratching at his scalp. what ever it was, he couldn’t complain in the slightest.

that is, until he cracks his eyes open, the soft golden glow of early morning streaming through niall’s sheer white curtains. it was much too early. too fucking early for people that didn’t get to sleep until sometime past 4am. “time s’it, love,” louis croaks, his eyes fluttering shut again.

a small giggle leaves your lips, a happy, playful, sweetness to it, one that’s reserved for those early hours, one that louis is tucking away as a core memory because it was just so damn cute. “just about 7am,” you whisper, pecking over his bottom lip again.

“christ, darling, ya couldn’t wait a bit ?” he groans quietly, his hands scrubbing at his eyes, almost painfully, pulling himself from sleep.

“i really hope you like morning sex,” you murmur, nibbling against his lip now, pulling his mouth open just enough for your tongue to slip through, and lick against his own, pulling a quiet breathy moan from him.

“you have full permission to smack me if i ever turn down an offer from you,” he hums, as you throw your thigh over his waist, his hands falling on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

“you’re sappy in the morning,” you giggle, breathing against his lips, before dipping back in for more kisses.

he breathes a laugh against your lips, letting himself get lost in the kiss, his hands exploring your body, finding that you’d stripped down your pants at some point, currently only wearing panties and a thin tank top.

one hand rounds down your hip, over your bum, and up your thigh to your knee, holding your leg in place over his hips, his other hand settled right on your ass, squeezing.

you groan, shuffling impossibly closer to him, in search of any sort of friction. “and you’re needy in the morning,” louis hums, trying to hold you down, trying to wake up, trying to keep up. but his brain was always a little fuzzy with you, and well he’s barely slept, and throw in last night’s admissions, and your cunt is dangerously close to finding out that he’s already quite hard. and really, he just needs to breathe.

“c’mon, darling, slow down,” louis whispers against your lips, “we have all the time in the world,” he adds, hoping that the prospect of lengthy, lazy, slow early morning sex would win you over.

but instead, he’s met with a disgruntled groan, and a shake of your head, teeth sinking into the plushness of his bottom lip, “m’already going slow,” you speak, actions contradicting your words as your hips grind down again, harder, a bit faster, your clit colliding with the hard tip of his prick.

a smirk pulls at your lips, shaking your head again, although more playfully this time, pulling away from his mouth to lock eyes with him, a silent conversation between the two of you.

and a moment later, your thigh was off his hips, your hands on the waistband of his pants, pulling them clean off his legs, boxers following suit just as quickly. in your rush to get onto him, you’d almost forgotten your panties, something you’re thankful that louis catches. his hands fall delicately on your hips, thumbs tickling your skin, still making any sort of effort to slow you down, even if just a little bit.

louis slowly glides his hands, fingers splayed out, selfishly trying to touch as much of you as possible, bringing your thin panties down your legs in the process. he notices the tremor run through your body, following his hands, an eruption of goosebumps left behind in their wake. he watches the sticky line of your arousal still attached from your pussy to your panties, thinning out the more he pulls them down. he feels like he’s looking at someone almost ethereal, with the way the golden glimmer of morning sun makes your skin glow, makes your arousal glisten, it takes his breath away. he really doesn’t think he’s ever been this lucky.

as soon as your panties were off, you threw yourself onto him, louis landing back onto the mattress with a soft thud, your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him, elbows supporting yourself on the mattress, above louis’ shoulders, your hands buried in his hair.

instantly, your lips are back on his, grinding yourself down over his bare length. your cunt was soaked, slit spread over his cock, gliding effortlessly with every roll of your hips.

your fingers were wrapped tightly into louis’ hair, gripping at the roots, his nails leaving deep indents in the skin of your hips, as a particular roll of your hips made the tip of his cock press up into your clit one moment, getting caught on your entrance the next.

neither of you were quite sure how it happened, especially without the use of hands, but louis’ hips had lifted clean off the bed, taking you along with him, cock pressed snuggly against you, and with your pussy absolutely drenched, his length painfully hard, the angle just right, he was sinking inside you.

your mouth falls open, breath knocked clean out of your lungs, forehead falling forward onto louis’, eyes rolled back as you struggle to catch your breath.

a soft groan grumbles deep in his chest, his hands pressing into your hips, holding you, trapping you down onto him, his prick seethed deep inside you, not letting you move an inch. he could feel you splitting open for him, could feel you spasming around his cock, could feel you desperately trying to move. and if he let you, he was instantly going to cum. and he was not about to let that happen. not when he’d just gotten you back onto him.

in an effort to distract himself, one of his hands leaves you, blindly swatting in the space occupied by niall, eventually colliding with his head, leaving a series of small smacks.

but he’s met with nothing more than an annoyed grumble from niall, and a few laughable swats back in his sleepy state. louis rolls his eyes, gripping hard into niall’s hair, giving a sharp tug.

“fuckin hell,” niall quips, “what do you wan-“ he cuts himself off as he finally turns his head, eyes peaking open, taking in the scene in front of him, a soft, sleepy, sighing chuckle escaping his lips.

“one of those mornings, pet ?” niall murmurs, every bit of malice in his tone completely wiped away, giving louis the impression that morning sex is clearly a definite regular occurence.

niall’s fingertips reach out for your arm, gliding up and down softly, soothingly. you whimper against louis’ lips, nodding your head to niall’s question, your pussy clenching particularly hard at the tickling smoothness of his fingers on your warmed skin. louis lets out a whimpery moan, one he couldn’t hold in, even if he’d tried, the grip on his prick so unexpected, his teeth biting into your lip.

niall eyes the both of you, unable to see your hips under the blanket, his eyes settling on you, “y’already sitting on him, petal ?” he asks softly, hooking his finger under your chin, making louis’ teeth slip from its grip on your lip, forcing you to look up at him.

“mhmm,” you nod, as best you can with a finger holding your chin, feeling the soft press of niall’s lips against the tip of your nose, breathing quietly, “really missed him didn’t you ?”

you were nodding again, tilting your head back to reach for niall’s lips, his falling on yours effortlessly. almost like the pull of magnets. his large hand falls on your jaw, thumb spread out to rub on the apple of your cheek, right below your eye, his pinky splayed out on your neck.

he takes his time enjoying the kiss, before pulling away from you slightly, eyes flicking over to louis, nodding his head for him to lift himself from the mattress, which he does swiftly, connecting their lips as well.

you watch them take a moment for themselves, niall’s hand holding louis from the nape of his neck, before pulling away, and sitting himself back on his calves. you and louis could both see that he had a plan working in his brain, one that you were both about to question when you feel the press of niall’s hand against the middle of your back, forcing you and louis back into your original position. and then, he disappears under the blankets.

you were left more confused, until niall grips onto louis’ hands, placing them on your bum, his fingers reaching down to where your ass met your thighs, niall making him grip into you, spreading you open.

the next thing louis is made aware of, is a loud moan breathed onto his lips, your cunt spasming around him, “christ, what’s he doing to you, darling ?”

but you couldn’t answer, your head was spinning, niall’s tongue flicking hard against your hole, exposed to him thanks to louis’ grip. and just as quickly as he’d started, he was pulling away. you whined, stuffing your face into louis’ neck, noting the breath leaving him, his head tipping back, breathy “oh fuck,” leaving his parted lips as his back curls slightly. your eyebrows furrow, lifting your head from the comfort of louis’ neck, giving him a questioning glance, “what’s he doing ?”

“he’s got-“ louis starts, cutting himself off, niall giving a particularly hard suck around the testicle sitting in his mouth. louis is panting, his head absolutely swimming, the feeling intensifying when niall’s hands join louis’ on your lower bum, forcing you to start riding him. slowly. so fucking slowly. he felt borderline delirious, and he fucking loved it. christ, maybe he was going to regret wanting things slow.

the way louis’ cock was rolling into you, the way it was so fucking smooth, the way it felt like he was impaling you, his tip pressing into your sweet spot deliciously, steadily, heavily. your brain was flying, body trembling from the languid strokes of his dick along your inner walls, unable to move much more than what niall was controlling.

niall pops off louis, flattening his tongue, timing his actions just as he makes you slowly rise, thrusts still deliriously paced, taking a long lick from the base of louis’ cock, up to your hole, flicking your ring of muscles again.

both you and louis moan out loudly, his fingers digging into your bum harder, your face picking itself up from the comforts of his neck to smash your lips against his, panting against his mouth. you were a whimpery, whiny, trembling mess. louis struggling not to buck up hard into you, fighting within himself since the scene was just so fucking good as is.

it’s a rhythm niall’s taken an obvious liking to, his tongue working in tandem with the thrusts he was implementing, licking up louis’ cock just as you pull up, tongue falling onto your sensitive hole as you sit back down on louis’ prick.

he was losing his fucking mind. louis was sure of it. he’s not sure he’s ever felt such, such- christ even he’s not so sure there’s a word for it. but it’s got his toes curling, and his fingers gripping, and his back arching, and his head tipping back, even his fucking eyes were rolling.

and niall noticed. was not about to let this happen so soon. not when he was enjoying this so fucking much. loved all the noises he was able to pull from the two of you. loved all the body tremors. the pure neediness seeping out of the both of you.

so on the next lift of your hips, niall pulls you clean off louis’ prick, hearing the sharp inhale from you, and the loudly desperate groan from louis, his fingers almost ripping at your skin. your nails dug deep into louis’ scalp, cunt clenching over nothing, a small spurt of liquid squirting from your pussy, getting both louis’ cock and niall’s face.

niall never, in a million years, thought he’d be lunging mouth first at someone’s cock, but he guesses life is meant to surprise you. watching louis’ length dripping with both your arousal and your squirt was all he needed for his brain to go blank, and for his body to take over without thought.

his mouth sinks down on louis’ dick, as best he can considering he’s never done anything remotely close to this before, sucking up as much of your taste as he can, revelling in the heady, musty mix of louis’ flavour.

one of louis’ hands shoots out to grip niall’s hair, tugging hard, “fuckin christ, this isn’t gonna stop me cumming, mate.”

niall breathes a chuckle as he slides off of louis’ prick, “know i love to taste, can’t help myself,” he hums, feigning innocence, taking a few more licks and another bob of his mouth for good measure. and with his eyes zeroed in on your dripping entrance, he helps himself to a quick lap of his tongue, before sliding louis’ cock back inside you.

you moan out loud, your face falling into louis’ neck again, mouthing at his stubbly jaw, his head tipping back to give you more access. he was panting, his hand leaving niall’s hair, falling back onto your bum.

niall catches the small twitches in louis’ fingers, the restlessness of his legs, somehow understanding exactly what he’s silently asking, niall tapping his fingers against the back of louis’ hand, something they both seem to understand. like a code they’ve never even discussed.

and so louis’ hand leaves the swell of your ass, landing a hard smack, your mouth instantly falling open, breath knocked clear from your lungs, your body curling up slightly, as best as it could in the position you were being held in.

it seemed to calm louis a bit, the edge taken off, as he fights to release. to hold off. to fucking anything. “kiss me, darling, please” he breathes, trying to reach your mouth, needing something to tether himself to, especially since niall’s started the languid lapping of his tongue again. up and down and up and down, a rhythmic flow that’s driving him absolutely mental, timed with the trusts, and fucking hell he’s never felt so prickly, so tingly, so god damn heated.

you were trying to kiss him, trying to suckle at his lips, but your jaw kept slacking on its own accord, the kiss somehow turning into more of a panting in each other’s mouths, and you think you were revelling in it. both of you were. in the intimacy of random pecks wherever they may land, sharing breath, sharing moans, and then louis was itching again. needed to do something. needed, needed.

he doesn’t know what kind of primal reaction came over him, he doesn’t even know if his brain was in on it, but your mouth was hanging open, and it was right fucking there, and he just needed to have some kind of control. some kind of something.

the next thing he knew, his head was lifting just slightly to have a more direct angle at you. your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to how he even has the power to lift his head at the moment. that is until his eyes locked on your mouth, spit flying onto your tongue.

your eyes flutter shut, whimpery moan breathed out, pulling his head closer to yours, foreheads resting together. you swallow quickly, panting quietly, “again,” your jaw slacking, tongue sticking out, another dribble of saliva smacking onto your tongue. and you were cumming.

louis’ eyes roll back, his body falling onto the mattress, fingernails dug so deep into your ass, the clench of your orgasm so tight. too tight. fuck, he can’t. he’s not sure this was exactly his plan, but his grip was so rough, he pulled you clean off of him, another rush of liquid gushing from you.

and when louis feels it splashing over his prick, he can’t help but cum as well.

niall’s eyes go wide, mouth falling on louis’ prick instantly, sucking and swallowing down every spurt enthusiastically. he’s really always loved to taste.

louis moans loudly, back arching, lifting you with him, his hands finally leaving your poor bruised bum, gliding up your back, holding you to him tightly, hips lifting in a quick thrust, tip hitting the back of niall’s throat.

the gagging. fuck, it’s so tight around his prick again. from your clenching cunt to niall’s spasming throat. louis is seriously going to lose his mind. very soon. he needed to calm down, needed to ground himself somehow. christ, he felt like he was high. high on nothing but the two of you.

niall pops off louis’ cock, taking another smooth lick at your weepy cunt, before wiggling his way out of the blankets, taking in the state of both of you since he’d started his ministrations.

he’s not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t quite this level of fucked out for the both of you. a smirk can’t help but pull at his lips, almost proud of himself for being able to render you both into a puddle of goo in the middle of his bed. a scene he’ll definitely store under lock and key, the golden streams of sunlight filtering through his billowing curtains, the window cracked from last night. goosebumps littering both you and louis, the glimmering rays making you both glisten with sweat, chests panting, eyes heavy. he’s never seen something so beautiful.

he reaches out to run his fingertips along your exposed back, up and over louis’ arm, to his shoulder. “feeling good ?” he murmurs quietly, the moment feeling incredibly soft, not wanting to disrupt the fairly soundless moment.

louis smiles, his head rolling heavily towards niall, nodding, breathing out a “yeah,” his eyes shining. fucking shining at him. and niall thinks his heart actually bursts.

and then he catches the soft crinkles by your eyes, telltale sign that you were smiling, something he could tell even if your face was mostly hidden in louis’ shoulder. that is, until you raise your head to properly look at niall, and god fucking christ, he’s not sure what he’s done to have his two favourite people look at him like he’s actually hung each star in the sky, one by one, just for them, but he’s soaking this moment in. has to. his eyes flicking from yours to louis’, drinking you both in.

he leans down on his elbow, laying sideways next to the both of you, pecking oh so gently over your lips, revelling in the softness of the moment. niall spends a moment getting lost in your mouth, before turning his attention to a very patient louis, landing a deep, slow kiss to his lips as well.

it’s when niall stretches a bit to go from your mouth to louis’, that his rock hard prick bumps into your hip, and you realize how neglected his cock must feel.

you sit yourself up, your bum rested against louis’ thighs, looking down at niall’s tented boxers. you bite your lip when you note the wet patch, dribbles of precum staining a small spot right at his tip. he looked painfully hard. so much so, that you really feel bad for him.

niall pulls away from louis when he’s noticed that you’ve shifted, both of them looking over at you questioningly. that is, until louis notes that you’re staring right at the tent in niall’s briefs, “we’re not done,” he chuckles, taking a long look himself, before smirking up at niall.

“can take a break if ya need,” niall hums, “both look tired.”

but there’s some sort of awakening, some sort of adrenaline running through your veins, as you and louis lock eyes with a mischievous glint in your gazes. so louis decides to follow niall’s lead from earlier, landing his hand in the middle of his chest, making niall lay back onto the bed, stripping him of his boxers, spreading his thighs open wide.

you and louis get yourselves situated between niall’s legs, louis going in for the first lick, his tongue flat, almost slightly wrapped around niall’s girth, stroking its way up his shaft, flicking over the tip.

the moment louis’ tongue lost contact with niall’s cock, your tongue was on him, doing the same thing louis was, taking a long lick from base to tip.

you kept trading off, treating niall’s prick like a popsicle, licking up the dribbles on a hot summer day, swirling around, sucking along, nipping lightly, flicking expertly. and niall was losing himself. not just in the feel, but in the opportunity to watch the both of you between his legs, watch you both licking over his length like you were fuckin starved for it. it had him panting, groaning, whining, toes curling, struggling to keep his eyes from falling, not wanting to miss a single second, reaching down to grip each of you, tugging on your roots.

“fuckin luckiest guy in the world,” he breathes quietly, more to himself, but it doesn’t go unnoticed to either of you, louis’ gaze flicking up to niall’s with a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

“let me have a minute, love ?” louis murmurs, gaze returned to you, having a silent conversation, something he was getting good at with both you and niall, assuming the inclined physical and emotional contact having a hand in the matter.

he waits until your tongue’s flicked over niall’s tip, his mouth opening wide and sliding down his length, throat giving way effortlessly until his nose is pressed tight around niall’s lower belly.

“fuckin hell,” niall hisses, his grasp on louis’ hair tightening exponentially, back curling, panting along with the sucking of his mouth, the stroking of his tongue, the constricting of his throat.

louis lets himself enjoy a few bobs of his head, pulling off niall’s cock, watching you lick up the mix of spit and dribbles of precum, dripping their way down his shaft.

“can’t tell me it’s your first time,” niall breathes a chuckle, blinking back to reality as he catches his breath, enjoying the soft licks you were providing as a way to calm himself a bit.

“no idea what you were missing on bus one, mate,” louis laughs, his breath hitting niall’s prick, making a shiver run through him.

“wha-“ niall’s head shoots up to look at louis properly, watch him take a few licks himself, “never told me that, ya fucker. you and-“ he’s cut off by louis’ hand smacking over his mouth, with a shake of his head, a small smile pulling at his lips, “s’like 8 lifetimes ago, ni. just glad the practice paid off,” he giggles, pulling his hand away, joining you again.

niall hums quietly, letting his head fall back, letting himself get lost in the feel of both of you again. the scene in front of him was like one from a dream. the best fucking dream he’s ever had. it’s an image he’d never get tired of, that he knows for sure. his prick standing tall, tongues fighting for a chance to stroke him impossibly harder, mouths falling onto him, sucking his cock down. he was in heaven, he was sure of it. he’d never felt better, more satiated, more powerful, more blessed.

hell, there was even something about just watching the two of you, the connection you both seemed to have, the little glances you’d steal, the way your tongues would mend together whenever the opportunity arises.

even the moments where you and louis would get a little too lost in each other, tongues too busy stroking over one another, sucking on each other, had niall in a chokehold. it made his heart burst in ways he could never explain. almost like something clicking in his brain. like adding louis to the mix somehow made everything even better. christ, he never thought it could get better, it was already perfect. he doesn’t quite know what’s better than perfect, but he’s sure he’s standing in it right now.

but the more he was watching, the more his skin began prickling, itching for more. he was heated, held on the edge of blissful pleasure, never quite enough to bring him right to where he was so desperately craving.

“petal,” niall whispers, his fingers leaving your hair to stroke down the side of your face, down your cheek to your jaw, giving a little rub along your chin to really grab your attention.

when your gaze flicks from louis’ to look up at niall, you can see it. see the desperation seeping out of him. it also seemed like the moment that your brain kicked in, noting that he’s been getting increasingly fidgety, something that made you crawl up his body, letting louis take the reigns again, his mouth sinking down on niall’s length.

“what’s wrong, ni ?” you hum softly, nose bumping against his, as he gasps, louis obviously taking great care of him as you check in.

his mouth closes around your bottom lip, whimpering quietly, nipping at your skin, “how are you feeling, love ?” he questions breathily, holding you tightly against him.

and you knew exactly what he wanted, what he was truly asking with that question, something that made your lips quirk up into a smile, nodding happily. you knew he wanted your cunt, wanted to check that you were okay to do so. wanted to be wrapped by your smooth inner walls, tight and absolutely drenched, just for him. “want to, want you,” you clarify, pressing your body closer to his, tongues mingling together, a loud groan echoing in your mouth, shooting straight down to your pussy, silently thanking louis and whatever he was doing.

“c’mere you,” niall mumbles, tugging on louis’ hair, growing ever more desperate for more. just fucking more. he’s kept the pace slow all this time, and although morning sex usually screams this type of momentum, he’s fucking breaking.

with a loud, wet pop, louis’ mouth leaves niall’s dick, coming up to press a chaste kiss to niall’s jaw as he lays next to him, “feeling good there nialler ?”

“too good,” niall laughs softly, “need mo-“ he cuts himself off with a hiss, feeling your pussy open up and slide right down his length, hands shooting out to grip your hips bruisingly. “fucking hell, pet,” he gasps, back arching off the bed, “warn a lad, will ya ?”

he’s met with nothing more than a giggle from you, followed by a satisfied hum, biting on your bottom lip, hips starting to grind back and forth, forward and backwards.

niall groans loudly, his eyes fluttering shut, helping you keep up the rhythm you’ve created, “that’s it, pretty girl. fuck, that’s it,” he mewls, breathing deeply, almost purring as he does so. the spasming of your cunt, squeezing his cock tightly, almost sucking him in, dripping down his thighs with your arousal, it was enough to send niall spinning. this is exactly what he’d been waiting for.

watching your head tip back, your jaw slack, feeling his prick bob heavily back and forth inside you, pressing into your sweet spot with every rut of your hips, sensitive little button grinding over his lower abdomen, you were blissed out as well. you could feel both of their eyes on you, brain too fuzzy to really care, your hips keeping up their rhythm, panting into the air, hands gripped into niall’s forearms.

his head slowly turns to the side, eyes blinking up at louis, “c’mon, don’t be shy.”

louis’ not sure he’s ever seen niall look quite so fucked out. his eyes were heavy, breathing shallowed, muscles jittering. a stark contrast for the lad that usually has everything under control. and you. fuck, you were like something right out of a movie. you were glowing in the morning light, face tipped back in pure ecstasy, beads of sweat running down in the valley of your breasts. he was in awe of you. both of you. plus, he’s always been fascinated by your connection…

“s’it weird if i just watch for a bit ?” he finds himself asking, figuring if there’s anyone he knows that won’t look at him like he’s actually a sick fuck, it’s the two of you. and it’s not that sick really, is the frustrating part, but anyways.

thankfully, he’s met with a large smile spreading across your face, niall’s breath hitching, groaning, “think she likes that idea,” having felt the clench of your cunt at the mere thought of a spectator.

“yeah ?” louis coos, tongue darting out for a quick lick between your breasts, unable to help himself at a little taste of you again.

“mhmm,” you shudder, a shiver running through your body, niall’s grip on you tightening, pussy trembling on him, in time with your tremors.

“and what about you ?” louis asks, turning his attention to niall, face hovering a bit over his, looking over his features.

“just don’t want you feeling weird about any of it,” niall whispers, wanting to check in on him. he knows how jealous louis can get, and he’s been kicking himself for not checking on him more. he’s not going to let it happen again. with one hand leaving your hip, his fingertips gently stroke over louis’ forearm in comfort.

but louis’ shaking his head, and leaning down to peck at niall’s lips, “i want this, want to see how strong you two are, how fucking hot you two are without me,” he chuckles, “seriously, just wanna see how it is, what it is i’m striving for with you guys.”

and niall thinks for a moment, that something’s clicked in louis’ brain as well. without much of a second thought beyond that, his fingers are leaving louis’ arm, reaching out for his jaw, pulling him in for a proper kiss.

you watch them interact, feeling the twitches in niall’s hips as you notice louis’ tongue stroking his, notice the flutters in niall’s stomach muscles as louis grips his hair tighter. hear the little grunts leaving louis’ chest as niall sucks on his tongue. fuck, it was getting you off.

niall could feel it, could feel the telltale way your cunt started clenching. instantly his mouth was pulled away from louis’, hand darting out for your throat, fingers pressing into your skin tightly, “don’t you fucking dare.”

your eyes open wide, fixated on niall’s, as you start panting, trying to calm yourself. you were already going fuzzy, but with the sheer command in niall’s voice, the lack of oxygen to your brain, the complete exhaustion of a sleepless night, your mind was floating, skin was prickling, and you needed to do as he said. another option didn’t seem to exist at the moment.

your hips stilled, as you focus on breathing, body trembling, muscles twitching, slowly regulating yourself, pushing your orgasm at bay, eyes locked on niall’s the entire time, like a form of pure grounding, one that could calm you right down, no matter how commanding the tone was.

“s’a good girl,” he praises, smiling at you, fingers loosening their grip, index stroking the column of your throat, “such a fuckin good girl,” he coos quietly.

louis was once again, absolutely rock hard, cock standing tall, and christ, he’s only been watching you two for a couple of minutes. he’d never seen something so god damn hot. he’s watched his fair share of porn, but nothing came close to being privy to this.

niall could tell the moment your eyes opened, the moment the shift happened, with his hand wrapped around your throat, could tell how far you were floating. he pushes himself up into a sitting position, pecking along the side of your neck, your jaw, your ear, murmuring, “m’gonna take over, pet. can you give me a colour ?”

he was patient about it, coaxing an answer out of you with every delicate kiss, until he heard the breathy, satiated, comfortable puff, “green.”

and there was the shift in niall, quickly pulling you off your comfortable seat that is his prick, positioning you like a rag doll. your pliancy in these moments was something niall was always grateful for, folding you over so that your face and chest were pressed into the mattress, lifting your hips high into the air.

instantly, his cock was nestled back into you, making you gasp loudly, arms stretching out above you, hands gripped tightly into the sheets, tugging as niall’s hips pull back slowly, impaling you the next moment, feeling his dick so fucking deep inside you. he does it a few more times, before picking up the pace, hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place.

your ears were ringing so loudly, you weren’t all too sure what sounds were coming out of you, nor did you have half the mind to care, but if you focus enough, you can pick up your whiny moans, and breathy gasps. your face was being pressed into the sheets below you, niall’s palms pressed into the swell of your ass, fingers gripping, using it as a hold on you, hips held in place.

“left some marks, tommo,” niall grunts between thrusts, your bum pulled up by his hold, splatter of bruises all over the underside of your cheeks, a mix of fingerprints and scratches littering your skin.

louis turns over on the bed, feet now aimed up above your head, laying on his side, supported by his elbow, peeking over and noticing the dark blue and purple pattern, bright red, slightly raised scratches. he’s not sure how to feel. his hand reaches out instinctually, fingertips delicately lining up with some of the bruises, almost as if needing to confirm for himself that it was, indeed, his own hand.

he feels the pure hot heat coming off of your skin, making him flinch lightly, pulling his hand away, “fuck, m’sorry, darling. did i hurt you ?”

but he’s met with nothing more than niall’s hand falling on his shoulder, shaking his head, “ask her that later,” he groans, biting his lip, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, “she- fuck, she can’t answer that right now.”

it’s moments like these that louis’ learned to make a solid mental note about. he’s learning. learning you. how to be with you, how to care for you, how to grow the bond.

“she’s fine though,” niall fills in, swatting fairly hard, right where louis left the worst of the bruises, a loud guttural groan punctured from your lungs, grip in the sheets tightening, nails close to ripping through the fabric. your chest presses harder against the bed, bum lifting on its own accord, in an effort to search for more, pushing itself into niall’s hand, almost obediently so.

niall chuckles breathily, biting his lip for a moment as he takes a deep breath through his nose, “fuckin perfect girl,” he curses, landing another spank, on the same side, over the same spot.

you mewled, your back arching impossibly more, surely a move that would cause you pain later, right as another quick smack falls on your bum, this time on the other side. a move that makes you almost purr, legs trembling, one of your hands pulling down, tucking your arm under your face in comfort, elbow bumping into louis on the way.

it’s the first time you realize he’s so close, eyes blinking open, noting his thighs, his prick fairly close to your face, still watching where niall’s cock is disappearing inside you. without much thought, your mouth opens, taking his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling.

louis gasps loudly, a quick moan following his initial shock, niall’s eyes opening and falling on your mouth, wrapped around louis’ cock. niall quickly lands a hard smack against your ass, your jaw slackening, wailing around louis’ length.

“did i fuckin tell you to do that ?” niall growls, watching you instantly slide off his shaft, mouth leaving with a pop, and a small whine.

he reaches down, grasping your hair, pulling you up onto your knees, back pressed to his chest, head falling to his shoulder. it was too heavy for you to hold up anyway.

niall’s arms wrap themselves around you, tucking his face against your shoulder, holding you tightly to him, hands grasping your breasts, your hips, your arms, unable to get enough of you, taking a moment to drink you in. he takes a big breath in your neck, leaving a series of pecks, eyes flicking over to meet louis’, “c’mere.”

and louis can see it in his eyes, sees that the scene is about to come to an end, something he’s always cued from niall, something he just seems to know, always. so louis slides himself under the two of you, his cock so painfully hard, standing tall right below your entrance, hands falling onto your thighs, silently letting you know that he’s right there too.

one of your hands leaves it’s grip in niall’s arm, falling to grip onto louis’ hand. when louis’ eyes flick to your entwined fingers, he swears he can almost see your tummy jumping softly in time with niall’s thrusts.

with your hand in his, he slides over to that spot on your lower abdomen, his palm pressed to the back of your hand, and you could both feel it, feel the steady bomp, bomp, bomp of niall’s cock. it sent your mind reeling even more, something so fucking intimate about feeling someone inside you like that.

“fuck, fuck,” niall groans loudly, feeling your cunt squeeze down on him, orgasm rippling through you, the grip on him bringing on his own high quickly. too quickly. niall was not ready. he pulls you off of his prick, mid-high, pussy spasming around nothing, strong gush leaving your centre.

just as quickly as you’re pulled off of niall’s cock, you were being seated on louis’, a loud groan leaving him, your still cumming cunt sucking him in, constricting around him tightly. the move makes you fall forward, hands landing on either side of louis’ head, forehead dipped to his, panting against his mouth, jaw slacked open, still trembling from your high without any time to recover.

niall’s panting, holding off his high, hand delicately falling on your back, “colour, pet,” he whispers, his other hand against louis’ thigh, silent warning not to move yet. no matter how hard it may be. and then, there it was, the hushed breath, “green.”

louis’ hips instantly buck into you, feet planted on the mattress, hips picking up right where niall had left off, a blinding pace, something that louis was silently grateful for. the slowness he was searching for, however many hours ago, had been long satiated.

the harsh pace, switched up angle of louis being below you, you could feel the warmth spreading from your belly to your extremities, prickling, tingly heat, and for a moment, you’re not even sure your last orgasm even really finished as this one starts to come on.

a drawn-out groan from louis, tightening grip of his fingertips into your hip, was all niall needed to know that you were cumming again, wailing mewl leaving the both of you as he pulls you off of louis’ cock, too fast for louis to quite get where he wanted to be, feet kicking out in frustration. a long spurt of liquid gushed from you again, barely having time to finish before niall’s cock glides right into you, sharp gasp coming from niall’s lungs.

he grips you from your throat, lifting you up to rest against him again, niall a panting mess against your shoulder. he reaches over your hip, lining up louis’ cock with your entrance, alongside his, “colour,” he sighs, trying to catch his breath, trying to hold himself back, but fuck your cunt was absolutely screaming at him, squeezing him, sucking on him. fuck.

“green.”

louis bucks up immediately, your cunt so fucking soaked, he had no issues sliding right in, stuffed deep alongside niall, all three of you with your jaws slackened, panting, mewling, gasping, whining, fuck no one was really sure anymore. and then when niall’s hand tightens around your throat, your pussy clenches hard, a sob leaving your lips as you tremble through another orgasm, constant stream of clear liquid leaving you, milking their orgasms with the squeezing of your centre.

niall’s hold on you tightens as he comes down from his high, pecking delicately over your shoulder, murmuring loud enough for louis to head, “we’re gonna pull out, petal. get you cozy, perfect girl.”

and you assume they do just that, as by the time that you float back to proper consciousness, you were sandwiched between them, their hands gently stroking your skin, both taking turns telling you how perfect you are, how much they love you, how happy they are with all of you here together. it was sweet, it was soft, it was filled with kisses and sweet licks. you could feel the warmth of the day lulling you back, the sunlight having shifted long ago from the early morning glow, to the mid morning brightness.

you take a deep breath, eyes fluttering open, niall smiling up at you, noting the telltale puff of air, “hello beautiful,” he murmurs quietly, not wanting to startle you. he’s met with a beautifully soft, content smile, and a ruffle of his hair. louis smiling at you as well, offering a small, lingering kiss to the underside of your jaw.

with your return to the real world, the promise that you were okay, comfortably placed between them, the sleepiness returns quickly, adrenaline of the moment having worn off. nobody’s sure who it was that nodded off first, but the gentle rubs were dwindling down to nothing, all of your limbs touching in some way, tangled together, in a soothing pile on niall’s bed, louis breathing out quietly, “m’definitely gonna get used to this.”

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strawnarrries · 1 year

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Dirty Book

Summary: Your husband catches you reading another dirty book and doesn't enjoy you getting turned on without him, so he takes matters into his own hands and makes you forget all about your book.

Requested: Nope but my box is always open!

POV: 2nd

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning(s): M/F receiving oral, unprotected sex

The sound of the water pellets hitting the shower floor echoed throughout the bathroom and floated into your bedroom, a perfect background noise for your reading session. It was around 9:30pm (21:30) and you were currently laying in bed, snuggled up under your cozy, white comforter, reading a romance thriller- a book your best friend had insisted you read. This book was all over tiktok recently so you were excited to see what the hype was all about. Plus, you loved a good spicy book.

After dinner, you had taken an everything shower. You washed your hair, and your body, exfoliated, and shaved everything, as well as doing a face mask and your skincare routine. You lit one of your favorite candles to make the room smell sweet before snuggling under the covers to read. You loved the vibe that you were living right now- freshly clean, soft skin against your silky sheets, nose filled with the perfect mix of scents from your candle - raspberry nectar, iris petals, and airy vanilla - while you were snuggled under your soft covers, reading your favorite genre of book.

Your husband, Niall, had walked into the room not even 5 minutes ago, but you were so engrossed in your book, you didn't even acknowledge him. He head straight for the bathroom and turned on the shower. He came out only a few minutes later and you couldn't help but let your eyes snap up to watch him once you noticed he was completely naked.

You would be lying if you said the words you were reading hadn't made your thighs squeeze shut and your heart rate increase as you pictured you and Niall instead of the two main characters. He walked towards the dresser that sat right in front of your bed, ruffling through one of the drawers for something. You were so distracted by him that you hadn't even cared to notice what he was doing. The way his back muscles flexed with every movement he made, the countless number of freckles against his skin that you loved to kiss, and his perky bum cheeks that you never resisted grabbing whenever the occasion arrived. The back of him was so pretty and you wished you had admired it more over the years.

He lifted his head and your eyes flicked up to his in the faint reflection of the large, black tv hanging above the dresser. You made eye contact with those pretty eyes and couldn't help the blush that arose on the apples of your cheeks. His head flicked around to check if you were actually looking at him and his lips turned into a smirk when he noticed he wasn't just seeing things.

"Quit droolin'," he teased.

You rolled your eyes with a soft grin on your lips before finding the place where you left off in your book, getting lost in the pages once again. He walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and you soon heard the glass door to the shower open and close, signaling that he had hopped in.

You weren't sure how long he was in there, but soon enough you heard the shower turn off and the only noise filling your ears was the words you read on the page. Niall had quickly dried off and done his basic skin care routine before walking back into your bedroom, not even bothering to put on any clothes. You hadn't acknowledged him, too engrossed in this spicy scene to want to look away even for a second.

He walked towards the end of the bed and climbed in between your legs, "'s dat one of yer dirty books?"

"Maybe," you grinned, peeking your eyes just over the brim of the pages to look at him.

He was fresh out of the shower, his hair still wet and his skin glowing from his skincare regimen. He didn't reply, he just pushed your shirt up to reveal your belly and rested his cheek against it, his damp hair cold against your warm skin. You continued to read your book and you felt his fingers play with the strings on your pajama pants.

"Don't like dat," he mumbled suddenly.

"Don't like what?"

"Don't like the fact dat yer gettin' turned on without me."

"'m not gettin' turned on," you replied, letting your book rest on your upper lip while peeking over it once again to look at him as he lifted his head to look at you.

"Oh really?"

"Mm mm," you shook your head.

"So if I took a quick peek, ya wouldn't be wet at all?"

"Nope," you hummed, popping the 'p' confidently.

He sat up and slipped his fingers past the band of both your pajama pants and your panties, tugging them down your legs. You obliged and lifted your hips to help him. Once he pulled them off each leg, he threw them carelessly onto the floor. You immediately closed your thighs, hiding your secret. He placed both palms on either one of your knees and urged you to open them for him, "Lemme see."

You didn't fight it, starting to feel more desperate for him to touch you by the second. You let your legs fall open, your stringy arousal now in full view for him. You watched his face transform as he admired you, a smug smirk curved onto his lips and his eyes slowly darkened with lust. His fingers immediately slipped through your folds, feeling and spreading your wetness.

"You fuckin' liar," he teased.

You hummed softly at his touch, your hips instinctively bucking up. He laid down on his belly and wrapped his right arm around your hips, now face to face with your throbbing center. You crossed your ankles around his shoulders, butterflies erupting in your stomach from excitement for what's to come. Using his left hand, he placed his callous fingers on your swollen clit, rubbing it back it forth.

You whimpered out his name softly, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked up and he let his fingers move south, easily slipping a finger past your dripping entrance. He felt all around you, curling his finger up and finding that special spot just under where your clit was located. Focusing on that spot, he moved his finger in and out of you, hitting the spot with each thrust. You felt your orgasm slowly rising and the book getting looser in your hands, threatening to fall closed on the sheets beneath you.

Using his free hand, he spread you open for him before leaning down and wrapping his pink lips around your throbbing clit. You let out a pornographic moan, dropping the book onto the bed next to you, not even bothering to mark your page. Your hands immediately threaded through his dark, damp locks. He suckled on your bud, fingers moving in and out of you, hitting your spot with each thrust. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were arching your back and screaming his name.

No words were spoken between you two. He was desperate to get you off and you were desperate to get off. The only noises filling the room was your moans and the wet sounds of him working you towards your orgasm. He quickly slipped his fingers out of you, wrapping both hands around your hips and pulling you closer to him. His mouth watered at the sight of you soaking and swollen for him. He licked up your entire center before dipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance. He felt around your walls and your grip on his hair tightened.

Your arousal coated his tongue and he hummed against you, vibrations from his voice sending waves of pleasure up your spine. He pulled his tongue out of you and flicked the tip back and forth against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. With his free hand, he reached up under your shirt and grabbed onto your right breast, squeezing and kneading it. You quickly grabbed onto the hem of your top and pulled it up over your head, throwing it across the room and exposing yourself to him.

Keeping yourself sat up slightly, you rested your elbows on the sheets under you, supporting your body up so you could watch him. He glanced up at you and you made eye contact with those pretty blue eyes, an open-mouthed grin quickly growing on his lips. His hair was sticking up in every direction from your previous tugging and the scruff that perfectly lined his jaw tickled your skin. His calloused fingers were tweaking your nipple and your thighs were loosely wrapped around his head as he lapped at your clit, sliding the tip of his tongue all around it as he felt it throb against him. It was a scene you never wanted to forget. Just the sight of him could send you into a frenzy.

"Ya like dat?"

"Niall, oh my god," you whimpered, letting your head fall back onto your shoulders.

He chuckled against you, his breath warm against your burning skin. Grabbing onto your hips with both hands to keep you in place, he wrapped his lips around your clit once more and began to suck with the perfect pressure he's learned you love. You bucked your hips up into him, lifting your head to watch him again. This time, all you could see was a mess of brown hair between your thighs, causing your abdomen to clench.

Your moans got more frequent the closer you got to your orgasm and you both knew it would only be a few short seconds before you are thrown off the edge. You let your body relax on the bed again, your fingers immediately tangling through his locks and pushing him impossibly closer to you.

"Gonna cum?" he mumbled against you.

"Mhm," you whined, your face contorted with pleasure as you focused on your orgasm quickly approaching.

He used his left hand and stuck his middle finger and his ring finger past your opening, thrusting it back and forth, doing everything in his power to unravel that knot in the pit of your stomach. With his fingers hitting all your sweet spots and his mouth suckling your clit, your orgasm took over your entire body.

Pleasure filled every one of your senses, pulling you out of reality and putting you into your own universe. You never wanted this feeling to stop. Your back was arching off the bed, your toes were curling against his shoulders, your thighs were trembling against his head, your grip on his hair was tightening, and moans were continually spilling from your lips. He felt your warmth coat his digits and he slowed down his thrusts to milk out your orgasm. Soon enough your body relaxed into the soft sheets beneath you, your moans being taken over by heavy pants.

He licked you clean before slipping his fingers out and climbing up the bed to hover over you. He hovered his fingers in front of your lips and you opened your mouth, taking them in and tasting your release. You let your tongue slide in between his two fingers and bobbed your head once, twice, to give him a preview of what was to come. His eyes were locked on your plump lips wrapped around him, jaw opened as a groan escaped his throat.

"God, you're so hot," he hummed.

You giggled and he slipped his fingers out of your mouth, pressing both hands on the bed next to either side of your head to support his weight. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. They moved in sync, his tongue slipping out and asserting his dominance. You love that tongue, obviously, but especially when he kissed you. He did it so well and so gracefully, it was so sexy.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips

"I love ya too," he hummed back.

After catching your breath from your release, you finally gained back the energy to return the favor. You pushed him onto his back on his side of the bed next to you, getting ready to straddle him before hearing him grunt, "Ow."

He reached under his back and pulled your book out from underneath him, handing it to you with a facial expression to show you he wasn't impressed.

"Don't crush it!" you exclaimed, grabbing it from him and making sure the pages weren't bent before placing it on your bedside table.

He rolled his eyes teasingly and you straddled his lap, sitting perfectly so his hard member was in between your folds. He wrapped his hands on either side of your hips and you pressed your hands against his toned chest. You began to grind your hips back and forth on him, soaking him with your growing wetness.

Your hands slid up to cup his jaw as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, kissing him passionately. Your hips were still mindlessly moving against him, the friction between you two sending light waves of pleasure across you.

"I wanna taste you," you hummed against his lips.

"Go for it, baby. Ya know I won't stop ya," he chuckled.

You grinned at him and pressed a few more kisses to his sweet lips before they trailed down to his jaw, his neck, his chest, and down down down until you were sat on your knees between his legs. You wrapped your hand around his already hard length and began to pump him in preparation. His swollen, red tip peaked out underneath his foreskin with each down stroke, precum oozing from his slit.

You pressed a sweet kiss to his tip before wrapping your lips around him, suckling gently. He lifted his head up to watch you as you came off of him with a soft pop and leaned down to the base of his shaft. You licked up the underside of him like a melting popsicle before taking him into your mouth, palm wrapped around what you could not fit in. Reaching down, he entangled his fingers through your long, brunette locks, pulling your hair into a ponytail and holding it out of your face. You began to bop your head up and down and you heard a groan leave his lips and his head falling back against the pillow underneath him.

He smelled and tasted so good. Being fresh out of the shower, the manly scent of his body wash filled your nose and the salty taste of his precum mixed with your previous arousal swarmed your taste buds. You hummed against him, acknowledging that he wasn't the only one enjoying this. You loved making him feel good. Being able to watch his stomach clench and his face twist with pleasure lit a fire in your abdomen. You were the one making him feel so good and you were the only one making him feel that good.

Flattening your tongue, you began to lick up the underside of him again. Your mouth watered for him, you were practically drooling over him; he was soaked, drenched in your saliva, but that's exactly how he liked it.

Paying attention to his tip, you began to swirl your tongue on the underside of him, your palm quickly pumping his shaft. He lifted his head up to watch you again, the sight of you on your knees for him being one of his favorite things to watch. Feeling his stare, you flicked your eyes up to his and came in contact with his usual blue ones darkened by lust. His jaw was lax and formed in an 'o' shape, his eyebrows were furrowed together, his stomach clenched each time your tongue drew a full circle around him, and a thin layer of sweat glistening his skin. You couldn't help the smile that erupted on your lips at the euphoric look of him, your tongue never stopping its movements around his tip.

Breaking eye contact, you wrapped your lips around him again and took him in. You moved your head up and down at a quick pace, feeling his grip on your hair tightening. You placed both hands on either one of his thighs and gripped him for stability as you relaxed your throat and took him deeper. The course patch of curls lining his pelvis tickled the tip of your nose each time you took him in and the moans that left his lips were like music to your ears.

"Fuck, Y/N, yer so fuckin' good at dis," he moaned and his words went straight to your center, your wetness growing.

After feeling your jaw begin to get sore, you wrap your lips around his tip, suckling it while your dominant hand pumped him at the pace you knew he loved. Your other hand went to cup his balls, massaging them ever so gently. You were doing everything in your power to get him to his orgasm. By the twitch of him in your mouth and the growing sounds of his moans, you knew it would only be seconds until he was pushing you away. And you weren't wrong.

"Mm, fuck, okay, okay, okay," he whimpered painfully since he wanted to cum, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't get hard again quick enough to be inside of you, "Wanna be in ya."

You licked your lips as you straddled his waist again, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate, moving in sync with each other. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, biting it gently and pulling it back before letting it snap back into place. You sat back up and were about to reach down to position him at your entrance before he stopped you.

"Hang on," he breathed out, "'m gonna cum immediately if 'm in ya right now."

"You're too easy," you grinned at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses on each freckle that lined his skin.

As you gave him a few minutes to cool down, you moved your lips back up to his. They moved leisurely against each other, your tongues entangling and causing the taste of each other to overwhelm your senses. Your painted fingernails ran through his damp hair while his bitten ones ran up and down your back slowly; a much slower and sweeter moment than earlier when everything was sexier and faster-paced. It wasn't long before he deepened your kisses once more, picking up from where you had left off.

"You ready?" you asked excitedly.

"Mhm," he nodded.

You sat up on your knees and positioned him at your entrance. You wasted no time before you slid down on him, taking all of him in until you were sat on his lap again. After watching him disappear inside of you, you looked up at him, both of your jaws slack. Giving yourself a few seconds to adjust to him, you purposefully squeezed your walls around him and watched as a groan left his lips and face contorted with pleasure.

You began grinding against him, the curls lining his pelvis stimulating your clit with each thrust. Hovering over him, you let both of your elbows rest on either side of his head. He placed his hands on your hips and helped you rock back and forth as you watched each other react to the euphoria that came with your bodies connecting. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled down at him.

"You feel so good," you whispered, lips slightly brushing up against his with each thrust.

"Ya do too, baby. Don't t'ink I'll last long with ya lookin' like dis on top of me," he replied, one hand sliding up your body and cupping your breast.

You chuckled breathlessly and pressed your lips against his. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues slipping out and caressing each other. You gently nibbled on his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth before sitting back up. Placing both hands on his chest again, you began to move your hips faster against his, slightly bouncing on him.

The knot in the pit of your stomach began tightening as the feeling of his girth filled you completely and sent pleasure throughout your body. You could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him against your slick walls. His tip brushed up against your special spot with each thrust and you couldn't stop your teeth from sinking into your bottom lip.

You looked down between your connecting bodies and watched as his member disappeared and appeared. He was completely coated, glittering with your arousal. His fingernails were carving crescent-shaped moons into the skin of your thighs, sure to be deep enough for you to find tomorrow morning. Your breasts bounced with each thrust of your hips and Niall was in complete awe as he watched you above him. His gorgeous wife, completely naked above him, moving back and forth against his throbbing member, soft whimpers occasionally leaving her pretty lips, it was something he never ever wanted to forget.

Your thrusts began to get sloppy as you felt your thighs begin to burn in overuse. Soon enough the burn overpowered the pleasure. You stopped your thrusts and sat completely on him in a huff, "Can you spoon me?"

"Yeah, c'mere," he answered.

You climbed off of him, feeling unsatisfyingly empty as he slipped out of you. You lay on your side next to him while he lay on his. His back was pressed to yours and you lifted your left leg over his leg to give him easy access. He immediately grabbed onto his throbbing member and slipped it inside of you. Wasting no time at all, his pace was fast and hard. His arms were wrapped around you tightly as your body moved with each slap of his hips against yours.

His right arm was laying straight, his bicep acting as a pillow for your head. Using your right arm, you reached out and grabbed onto his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing him tightly as you moaned out his name, "Oh, Niall."

"Ya feel me deep, baby?" he asked, using his right hand to press on your lower stomach, feeling the repetitive movements of him sliding in and out of you.

Unable to form coherent words at this point, you moaned in response, your toes curling against his ankle. The pressure from his hand against your abdomen intensified your pleasure. Your orgasm was quickly rising again, your stomach clenching each time he thrust against your sweet spots.

Using the hand placed on your stomach, he wrapped his palm around your neck, sliding it up to cup your jaw and moving it towards him. You moaned as his lips connected with yours, opened-mouthed kisses shared between you two. He swallowed your moans, the vibrations sending goosebumps to arise on his skin. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate as you both chased your orgasms, straining for a release.

"I love ya," he grunted against your lips.

You replied in a delighted, breathy hum, "I love you too."

Sliding his hand down from your jaw, he cupped your left breast in his palm, kneading it as his thrusts sped up. He pinched your nipple between his index finger and thumb, twisting it, causing a whimper to leave your lips. Your walls mindlessly began squeezing around him, silently signaling him that you were close. You were so close.

"Gonna cum? Need ya t' finish first," he grunted in your ear.

"Mhm, touch me," you whimpered, grabbing onto the hand that was kneading your left breast and moving it to your throbbing center.

His calloused fingers quickly moved back and forth across your throbbing clit. The pleasure only heightened and you were bucking your hips into his hand, breath hitched in your throat. Your moans grew as your orgasm grew closer and you knew it would only be seconds before you were releasing on him.

"C'mon," he encouraged, "Know yer close. Lemme hear ya."

And just like that, the tight knot in your stomach unraveled and pleasure numbed your entire body from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. You didn't hold back your moans, you relaxed your throat and let him know just how good he made you feel. Your back was arched and your toes curled. His pace never slowed down as he carried you through your orgasm, your face scrunched up in pleasure. The feeling of your warmth engulfing him had him instantly releasing inside of you, coating your walls with his love for you. He buried his face into the back of your neck, your hair muffling his groans and the feeling of his warm breath fanned the back of your neck.

His thrusts slowed down as he milked out the last bits of your orgasms and soon, your moans were taken over by heavy breaths as you both came down from your highs. He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek before getting up to retrieve a clean washcloth for you, a routine you both fell into once you got an IUD and stopped using condoms. You lay there with your eyes closed, feeling your heartbeat slow and your breath calm. You heard him turn the sink on and running water echoed throughout your bathroom. He soon turned it off and you heard his footsteps get closer to you.

Climbing on the bed again, he rolled you on your back and gently opened your legs. Still recovering from your powerful orgasm, you kept your eyes closed and he grinned at you, "Ya still wit' me, baby?"

"Mhm," you hummed delightfully, opening your eyes and looking at the beautiful man above you.

He wiped you clean with the damp washcloth, the lukewarm temperature of it against your burning skin giving you chills. After double checking you were all cleaned up and making sure none had dripped onto the bed, he walked back into the bathroom. He set the dirtied towel on the counter, planning to deal with it later before walking back into the room and falling onto the bed with a big grunt.

"Jesus," he breathed out in a chuckle, "I feel like I need t' take another shower after dat."

"Wanna take a bath?" you asked, looking over at him through your eyelashes.

"Sure," he replied quickly.

"Really?" you asked excitedly. Niall never wanted to take baths with you!

"Yeah, but only if ya add bubbles."

"I'll add as many bubbles as you want."

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loversipod · 1 year

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Perfect Storm

Summary: Niall is a single dad who, when the train is late, accidentally meets y/n who falls asleep on his shoulder. You always meet twice in life, this time it was pure luck.

Pairing: single dad!niall x reader

Wordcount: 843

Trigger warnings: none

A/N: I’m sorry that I disappeared for so long with my writing. Just a lot is going on and work is so stressful. I would appreciate it when you share it :) I’ll try my best to get more out soon.

The spring night is cold, with a gentle breeze and a small rainstorm. The night sky was often clear and you could see the stars shining, but not today. It was a beautiful spring day. Parents were in the park with their children, he wished he could do it too. Their parents watched their children and they looked so happy, some of them were walking with their dogs.

The train was stuffed full of people with barely enough space to move properly through the crowd. His phone died so he watched the people around him. He was glad he had a seat. He is claustrophobic and passes out when he doesn’t have enough space.

He was torn from his thoughts, by a woman who tapped his shoulder. One seat was free next to him, only his backpack was in the way. “Is this seat free?” The first thing he noticed was her red cheeks and nose. It must be cold outside. The brown scarf hides a lot of her neck and chin. Her hair was beautiful, the colour was perfect and her skin looked flawless. Her voice is sweet and quiet, she talked gently.

It was embarrassing he just stared at her, he still hadn't answered her. He moved his backpack and nodded. “Do you have a charger?” He asked shyly with a soft voice. He doesn’t want to scare her. It’s weird to ask a stranger you just met. She searched her backpack and gave it to him, “thank you.”

Ten minutes passed and the storm got stronger. A lot of people left the train when they reached the city. Now some get inside their home and some leave the train to meet up with friends.

The raindrops started a race, the drops run the glass faster down and more joined their competition.

His ocean-blue eyes wander around, the strangers were interesting enough to observe. Especially the woman next to him. She had a hard time staying awake. He couldn’t watch her the whole time.

What would she think of him?

He fixed his eyes on his phone. He saw that he missed four calls, so he called immediately. Something must be wrong, at home. When someone picked up he heard the sweetest voice talking to him. She always sounds like honey, “I’m sorry sugar the train is delayed. I know I promised—” he stopped talking.

Her soft hair tickles a bit on his smooth skin. His gaze fixed on her. She fell asleep on his shoulder. The small voice said, “be safe,” he forgot he talked to her.

“I will be,” he said.

The brown-haired man started to watch the woman. Her breathing is calm and small puffs of air leave her mouth. She even snores quietly. What if she got a cold, after standing outside so long, on a cold evening?

“Excuse me,” he touched her arm gently.

She opens her eyes and you can see the shock in them. Her pupils are blown big out of fear, probably. She raised her head. “I’m sorry— I—” she started to talk but he immediately stopped her.

He flashed her a gentle smile, “it’s okay, I need to go, my station, it's next.” The beautiful woman stood up and was embarrassed.

“Have a good night,” she told him.

“Thank you, you too.”

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The next couple of days he always wondered what if he asked her for her phone number. What was her name? Maybe he got a little crush, but that was over, after four days. He doesn’t have time for dating. He had his hands full with his job and his daughter needs a lot of attention too.

He heard the doorbell and saw behind the door the woman from the train. “Hello,” she whispers embarrassedly.

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

He opens the door wider, “please come in.” He took a deep breath, “so you must be my new babysitter?” He was surprised to see her again. You only get your chance once. If you don’t ask, you never know what would happen, what could have become of it? And sometimes you get a second chance and it stands on your threshold.

“I’m y/n, sir,” today her hair was curly and her cheeks were again red but this time not from the cold. This time it was out of embarrassment. She couldn’t stop playing with her rings.

His pink lips left a chuckle, “I think we can both agree that sir is not the right thing to call me after you slept on my shoulder,” she looked into his face. He teased her about it, “please call me Niall,” he had a big smile on his lips.

After the interview, he decided it was y/n new job to take care of his little one. He liked her the most and she’s the youngest that applied for this job so he knew she isn’t strict with his daughter. He wants her to like y/n, and see her as a friend.

Who knows how their story will continue?

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lovintasteslike · 9 months

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Tiktok Live

One where Tiktok betrays Niall, the millenial.

a/n: This is my first time writing fanfiction (idk if I'll ever do it again lol). I saw a tiktok of him fighting the filters and found it funny.

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"How do I turn this shit off"

You walk into the room seeing Niall squinting at his screen, a disapproving look on his face. Unbeknownst to his situation, you pout your lips and lean against the door frame, examining his frustrated demeanor.

He shakes his head, "This is ridiculous."

You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head in question as he looks up from the screen. Niall lets out a puff of breath, making eye contact with you and immediately mouthing a, help me. You bite your lip to hold back your laughter as you realize he's live on tiktok for Meltdown promo.

"Pleeease, come onnn guys" He shakes his head in a disapproving way, begging the fans to cut him a break, only increasing the volume of the gifts, and thus filters.

You roll your eyes, smiling, as you head out of the room, taking a glance back at him. A small frown is set on his face as he plays with the ends of his hair. Trying to read the comments, a flower crown appears on him, once again adding to his frustration.

You hear Niall sigh, remorse flowing through his veins of even thinking about doing a tiktok live (and you know his publicist, Jen, will 100% be making him do more). In an attempt to ignore the filters, or perhaps to show the fans his supposed "carelessness," he starts talking about Meltdown, putting himself back on track towards the purpose of the live.

"Yeah the idea of the song came from- look at this fucking thing!" He exclaims, once again distracted by a filter, this time a cowboy hat. Exasperated by his fan's antics, you see him actually tilting the phone away from his face, hiding, from the filters while he attempts to act nonchalant talking about the song. You clasp a hand over your mouth to hide your amusement, taking quite the piss out of his frustration, but your body shakes in laughter.

"Are you lau- Stop laughing at me" You act shocked at his confrontation and turn away from him, bending over your knees as you try to catch your breath, now audibly giggling. Niall's eyes fall to the comments as the fans realize the humorous exchange between him and his girlfriend.

"See her being no help at all." Sarcastically he lets out a sigh, "So mean she is, really." Rolling his eyes, he too finally gives in and indulges in the fun of it, snickering at himself.

"Yeh take your pictures, have your fun." He says, framing his face with his free hand.

After posing for a few seconds, Niall decides they've seen enough. "Alright I'm out, thank you for all the love and support on the new single, save it, stream it, tell all your mates. Umm I'll be in touch, thanks for everything. See you soon." He blows a kiss to the screen, "love you lovers," then takes a moment to end the live.

You push yourself back up, walking towards him.

The phone falls from his grasp onto the surface of the table, his head dropping into his hands as he lets out a deep breath.

"God almighty, I'm never doing that again.."

"Really? Personally, I think the 'grandpa from Up' glasses suit you very well" You say with a smirk, only half-joking, while he glares at you, clearly unimpressed.

"Hmmph." He brushes past you, retreating into yours and Niall's bedroom.

You pout. "Oh come on, I was only joking....don't have a meltdown over this."

A load groan comes from the bedroom, making you burst out in laughter again.

#niall horan #niall horan fluff #niall horan fic #niall horan blurb #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan one shot #niall horan x reader #niall horan x y/n #niall horan smut #one direction #the show #meltdown #hello lovers #solo niall

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stellatekintsugi · 1 month

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Niall Horan

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little-big-fan · 10 months

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Imagine Niall Horan

-Negativo - falei desanimada olhando pro quinto teste de gravidez negativo, quantas vezes ia passar por aquilo?

-Amor, acho que precisamos dar um tempo - falou Niall também desanimado

-Esta louco? É o nosso sonho -

-Sim S/N, mais eu não aguento mais essas tentativas invalidas -

-Isso não esta aberto a negociação - falei brava saindo do banheiro

-Mais é claro que não esta, você só pensa em você mesma - falou saindo do banheiro também

-Que? - falei abismada

-Isso mesmo S/N, você só pensa no seu desejo de ser mãe - falou aumentando a voz - Você alguma vez parou pra pensar que estamos com problemas? Que nosso casamento esta com problemas? -

-Por favor - falei tentando não ficar nervosa - Não começa inventar historia -

-S/N, por favor digo eu - falou se sentando na cama - Eu já estou cansado das tentativas, não quero mais tentar se for pra ser assim -

-Assim como Horan? -

-Sempre negativo S/N, você não percebe que estamos tentando faz anos e só temos um único resultado - falou passando a mão pelo cabelo - Eu não quero mais -

-Você não quer mais? Uau- falei indo em direção ao closet - Então eu quero divorcio -

-Esta maluca S/N? - falou indo ate o closet - Você não vai se divorciar só porque estou cansado das nossas tentativas de ter filho -

-Se você quer desistir, tudo bem - falei pegando uma mala - Acontece que eu não vou -

-S/N, podemos conversar sobre isso -

-Você já tem uma escolha -

-Amor, me escuta - falou tentando segurar meu braço - Vamos procurar ajuda - falou, me fazendo parar e olha-lo - Vamos ver se tem alguma coisa errada, só por favor não desista do nosso casamento - falou com os olhos marejados

-Niall - falei o abraçando

-Eu te amo, e se você acredita que podemos ficar grávidos, então vamos continuar -

-Eu te amo - falei o beijando

-Eu também te amo -

Depois de alguns meses fazendo todos os tipos de exames, S/N descobriu que estava gravida.

Taglist: @cachinhos-de-harry / @say-narry / @lanavelstommo / @nihstyles /

#one direction imagine #one shot #imagine br #niall horan imagine #niall horan one shot #niall horan imagine br #le #niall

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cc-horan28 · 4 months

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LET FALL

New Angel - Chapter 1

Okay so here goes nothing! I have no posting schedule whatsoever, Uni is busy and I will get to it whenever I can!

There's gonna be a fair amount of smut, and I'll do my best to separate it from any actual plot. However, if you ever want a summary of anything, feel free to message me anytime!

HUGE TY TO @niallermybabe BELLA FOR BEING MY CHEERLEADER! ILYSM! COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YA! THIS IS FOR YOU

And a huge shoutout to you, A. I know we've changed a lot, and I don't even know if you'll see this, but thank you for giving me this idea, and the motivation to actually do it ily. Never gonna stop loving you. ! 💕

A/N: Here's my AO3 and Wattpad, if you ever wanna just drop by!

Their moodboards (A huge ty to Bella for these! ily darlin'; this one's for you!):

The music was thumping loud enough to aggravate me further. Just because someone was signed to the label, doesn’t mean they need to play their music at parties, I thought a bolt of irritation. I felt my phone buzz and was just about to reach into my bag but I saw a bejeweled woman walking towards me.

I sighed inwardly, putting on a fake smile. Probably the wife of one of yet another operations executive. Why do they think schmoozing up to me would get their husbands a promotion? If that’s how people got higher up in this industry, wouldn’t everyone do it? Her nasal voice broke my train of thought.

"Hello, you must be Mrs. Rivera. I’m Jan Harmon, you must know my husband, Gavin. He works in Budgeting. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Gavin has nothing but praise for you.” She spoke with the ease of someone who had practiced this in her bedroom mirror a lot of times.

“It’s Ms. Rivera,” I said coolly, “and no, I’m sorry, I don’t think I know him. I don’t work directly with a lot of people.” I smiled, faking regret, and was about to tell her just how Gavin Harmon could get that raise he was pandering for when my gaze caught on a man in a russet suit.

He was nursing a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hands as he stared around the room. Weird, this wasn’t a whiskey kind of event. I found myself wondering why he was standing alone at a party like this. The way he held himself suggested something was off. He looked down, noticed his glass was empty, and went back to looking around the room. I was intrigued.

I excused myself and went to the bar. I ordered two whiskeys and was waiting on them when I noticed the man walking towards the bar. The barman slid the two tumblers towards me. I thanked him and saw that the man had sat on a stool just off to my right. I slid the glass across the wooden countertop, praying it didn’t bump and splatter all over him

It didn’t. It stopped against his forearm, sloshing inside the glass a little but thankfully none came out. He had his head in his hands, thumbs massaging his temples. At the sudden touch, he looked up, confused. His eyes were a startlingly clear blue, I noticed vaguely. I nodded at him with a small smirk. He blinked a few times, clearly dazed, before giving me a weak smile as he took the glass into his hands.

I got up with my own tumbler clutched in my hand and quickly walked over to my assistant, Blakely, nodding, as I stood in front of her.

“What have you been up to?” She whispered to me, her eyes focused somewhere behind me. I shrugged, “Nothing, I’ve been dealing with people begging me for promotions all night.” I looked at her from the corner of my eye. “Why, Blake? Something wrong?” She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re telling me you haven’t noticed that guy ogling you?” She whispered disbelievingly.

“Huh? Who?” I asked, feigning confusion. Shit, how would I explain what I did, I thought hurriedly. She held me by my shoulders and pulled me until I was standing beside her. “Him!” She whispered, tilting her chin slightly to the man from before. I watched wordlessly as he brought the glass to his lips and threw his head back, downing all of the liquor in one go. That must’ve burnt, I found myself thinking. There was an air of melancholy that hung about him. I was intrigued as to what must’ve happened that had him drinking whiskey at a work party.

Blakely elbowed me, “Hello? Earth to Ayra?” I pulled my eyes away from him, turning to face her. “What? Who is he?” I whispered back sharply. She raised an eyebrow at me, “You don’t know who one of the biggest pop stars right now is?” she asked. “I don’t have time to keep up with them, I couldn’t care less!” I burst out. “Ayra Rivera!” She gasped exasperatedly, shaking her head.

I was about to reply to her when I saw another woman in a slinky dress coming my way and quickly threw back the whiskey. I was gonna need it, by the look of her. “Ugh, another one. Gotta go, Blake. Talk soon.” I whispered to her as I plastered on a smile.

I was right about the whiskey. The rest of the night passed by in a daze, people coming randomly, wanting to chat. I kept catching sight of the man from before, here and there; sometimes absorbed in a conversation, mostly just nursing a glass.

The party was coming to an end and I thought it would be appropriate to get drunk now, all the polished teeth and botoxed cheeks had made my head throb. I had just sat down on the stool, looking to check if Blakely was around, when a glass slid across the countertop and bumped into my forearm. I looked up, surprised, and saw the man from before looking at me intently. I raised an eyebrow questioningly at him and he stood up and walked over, taking the stool beside mine. His fingers were still wrapped around a crystal glass.

He cleared his throat and looked at me again. “Thanks for the drink earlier, it hasn’t been the best day, if you were wonderin’. Let me return the favor. Pay you back, if you will.”He slurred his s’ as he spoke, and I couldn’t quite place his accent. The way his voice sounded smooth despite the drinks, I figured he wasn’t an executive; must be an artist signed to the label. “It’s a party, hon?” I replied sarcastically.

This was all a bit ridiculous. He shot me a dazzling smile, “Not the way I intended to return the favor, darlin’” he said suggestively with a small wink. His accent made everything that came out of his mouth salacious, I thought in a fugue. I would be lying if I said his tone didn’t make me clench my thighs together. My eyebrows went up in surprise as I considered his offer for a moment. I didn’t have much to do tomorrow, just one meeting, and it was quite late. And he looked like he would be a good time.

I shifted on my stool, turning towards him slightly so that my knee brushed his thigh. I saw him take a sharp inhale and bite his lower lip. His fingers tightened around the glass. They were long, the pads looked rough, I noticed, mind jumping to what else I would like to have his fingers on. He caught my eye, staring intensely. I gave him a small smirk, dropping my eyes to his lips.

He pushed his glass away as he stood up, eyes still fixed on me. I took a few seconds to throw back the whiskey he’d gotten. Wouldn’t wanna let it go to waste. As I stood up, I saw a look of worry fleet over his face. Must’ve thought I was going to reject his offer, I thought, suppressing a laugh and got up. He waited until I was a step ahead of him and put his hand on the small of my back. “This okay?” he whispered, hot breath fanning across the back of my neck. I nodded, “Better than okay,” He smirked slightly, and a small dimple popped out on his left cheek

“You’re too forward for someone whose name I don’t even know,” I said, as we headed toward the door. “You don’t know who I am?” he asked, disbelief apparent in his voice. I shrugged with a little laugh, “Nope,” I said, popping the p. “But I want to,” I said as I turned a little to catch his eyes. I put my palm on his chest to motion for him to stop. I leaned in on my tiptoes; he had a few inches on me despite my heels. “I want to know what I’ll be screaming tonight,” I said with a smirk as I pulled back. I saw his eyes darken, the clear blue turning stormy. “ ‘M Name’s Niall,” he murmured.

I turned as I took his hand, placed it on my waist, and resumed walking. “Well, Niall - My hotel or yours?” I whispered we were nearly at the exit, and I didn’t want anyone to overhear. “Mine,” he replied in a raspy voice “It’s just two blocks down. I messaged my driver, he’ll be here soon.” I nodded at him, not trusting myself to say anything. There was something about his voice that made me doubt my ability to think straight.

We stepped out, crisp autumn air feeling cool against my skin. I didn’t realize I had been feeling a bit hot until now. My attention was on making sure Blakely didn’t spot me leaving with him, she would kill me but I was watching Niall out of the corner of my eye, as we stood there silently, air thick with tension. “I never caught your name,” he asked shortly. “Ayra,” I replied with a small smile.

He shot me a quick smile back, but his was loaded with all his intentions for the night, and I felt like my collar was suddenly too tight. His eyes weren’t on me anymore, he was pointedly looking around for his car. It was almost like he didn’t trust himself to look at me and not do anything he’d regret later. I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought.

He suddenly said, “He’s here,” before taking my waist again to lead me to his car. I reached out to open the door, but he stopped me, reaching out himself “Least I can do, and I don’t mean it chauvinistically.” He said with a small smile.

#let fall #ayra rivera #niall horan #niall fanfic #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fanfiction #niall james horan #niall x oc #niall x reader #(sort of its in first person ig)#one direction #niall horan one shot #niall #niall fluff #niall imagines #niall 1d

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somebucky · 2 years

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Somebucky’s One Direction Masterlist

One Direction (Some are requests, and some are not.)

Venture below the line for my Fanfics, and Oneshots of One Direction.

Preferences of the Boys

You’re Latina

Cute Date

Phones

Missing Christmas

Wearing His Shirt

Cameras

“More than I do”

Fears

Music

Surprising You

Helper

You’re African American

Secrets

Flowers

Gym Together

You’re Beautiful

Cute Moments

Names

Children

Zayn

Go-Karts

Stressed

Necklace

Laryngitis

Harry’s Little Sister

Birthday

Seeing Him Perform

Pillow Pad

Curvy - Z

Louis

Trigger Warning - Depression

Six Flags

Meeting Fans

Flirt

Singing

The Conjuring

Butt-Dial

Beach Day

Break Up

Curvy - LT

Liam

BFF

Curvy - LP

Surprise

Paparazzi

Bowling

French

Niall

You’re Sick

Pranking The Boys

High School: Getting into Trouble

Zac Efron

Paps

The Flu

Best Song Ever

You’re my Tomboy

First Concert

Everything has Changed

Scary Movie

Bad Dream

Not Pretty

Can’t Wait

Tickle Monster

Meet the Family

Driving Me Crazy

Preschooler Trouble

Masquerade

Fans give you bracelets

Basketball/Kiss Cam

Learning Dutch/Flemish

Appendix

Prank

Haters

Proposal

Award Presenters

Spider

Cars

Big Brother Harry

He’s Sick

Your son and Niall

Crazy Boys

Cuddle Buddy

Sick at Christmas

Road Trip

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Club Caddy

Rumors

Too Perfect

Kids Coloring

Grumpy

Old Friends

Sick Kid

Home Again

Curvy - N

Harry

Tattoo

He’s just a friend

Disney

Curvy - H

Couple’s Shoot

Plus Size

The Date

Movie Night with the Family

Asthma

Something Great

Cake

Making him Jump

High School: The Office

Fort Styles

Signing

Backstage

He talks to your Dad

Marcel -BSE

Nightmare

Cousin’s Wedding

High School

Scared to Love again

Punk

My Family

Everything

Black Friday Shopping

Getting Married

Meeting Daniel Radcliffe.

Wedding

Happy Birthday

Double Date

Drunk

Date Night Plans

Snowfall

Neighbors

Working Out

Move in

Couple Name

Our Tree

The Hate

Play Fighting

Cake Making

Beautiful Face

Story of My Life

Jealousy

Cheesy Jokes

Meet the grandparents

It’s a girl

I choose you

Food Poisoning

Going to State

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edgeofmyniall · 1 year

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Shallow Love (Niall Horan fanfic) • wip •

Business tycoon Niall and editor of an interior decorating magazine Poppy share a secret that no one else in the world knows about, except for their lawyers, and when they’re both called away for a weekend to celebrate the life of a late friend, their relationship is tested in ways they thought didn’t exist between them anymore.

Because the number one reason why marriages never last is a failure to communicate and now, snowed in and sharing one room, the now divorced couple have a lot of time to communicate everything they’re feeling.

Enemies to Lovers, Second Chance Romance, and One Bed tropes all rolled into one angsty, smutty fic about secrets being hard to keep and second chances, even if it is too late.

Table of Contents:

The Beginning:

Part One

The Arrival:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The Funeral:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The Breaking Point:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The Conversation:

Part One

The Departure:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The Decision:

Part One

The End:

Part One

#niall Horan fan fiction #Niall Horan fic #Niall Horan #niall james horan #niall fanfic #niall horan one shot #niall horan smut #niall smut #niall fluff #niall hq #niall au #niall horan au #1dff #1d

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justmeinatree · 4 months

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

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

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

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

Word Count : 1.3k

it was the breathy grunts that first got your attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

……

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strawnarrries · 1 year

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Heaven

Summary: Niall is away doing promo for Heaven and you miss him in more ways than one.

Requested: No but I'm always open!

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): Phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk

The phone rang three times before his face popped up on your screen, a grin planted on his lips, "Hey baby!"

"Hi," you mimicked his grin, happy to see his face.

Niall had been in LA doing promo for his new single Heaven as well as his upcoming album. He was going to be gone for a total of five weeks and you knew you were going to miss him like crazy. It had been years since you and Niall were long-distance. It was something you two went through pretty often while he was in the band and as well as his first solo tour. Because of Covid, you have had him all to yourself for almost three years now, so you knew it would be hard for him to leave again.

You would have gone to LA with him, but neither of you wanted to go through the hassle of taking your almost two-year-old son on the road, as well as risking him being seen by the public. Once Niall had officially canceled his tour for Heartbreak Weather, you had decided it was the perfect time to start the family you both had been wanting so dearly. Everybody knew it would be a while before things were back to normal, so you knew Niall would be home long enough to be with you throughout your entire pregnancy and the beginning stages of his little one's life.

During that time, he continued to write music, perfecting each song he wrote. Three years later, he realized how much he missed it. He missed interacting with all his fans, going to award shows, and being on tour. All three of you were at a good place for him to get back into the groove of things and start releasing new music, so he did.

"I miss my hubby," you pouted, watching as he started up the car and began driving to your LA home.

"Aw, I miss ya too. What time is it there?"

"Like midnight."

"What'rya doin' up?"

"I couldn't sleep," you hummed softly.

"Somethin' wrong?" he asked concernedly.

"I just miss you," you replied, your voice deepening slightly.

You missed him; every single part of him. It had been about two weeks since you had last seen him. You missed his touch, his lips, the way he made you feel. You wanted him so bad. You were laying down on his side of the bed, the smell of his shampoo coating his pillow and filling your senses, arousing you even more than you already were.

"Just a few more weeks and I'll be home," he soothed.

"No Niall, I mean I miss you in more ways than one," you replied, slightly frustrated that he wasn't picking up on your hints.

"Oh, I see," he smirked, "yer tryna have phone sex wit' me!"

"Niall!" you groaned into your pillow.

"'s been years since we done that, babe," he teased and you rolled your eyes, "well, 'm on me way home and I've got a few hours before me next interview so I think I can squeeze ya int' me schedule."

"You're so annoying," you teased.

He giggled and began asking you about your day while he drove home. You spoke back and forth, telling each other about your days; you spoke about the funny things your son had done and he spoke about the interviews he already attended. It took him about 45 minutes to get home, LA traffic was not on your side today but once he pulled into the garage, you began to get antsy.

"Are ya naked?" he asked as he walked through the door, setting down his things and taking off his shoes.

"No," you replied.

"Go ahead and get naked fer me," he ordered and you immediately obeyed, taking off every piece of clothing you had on.

It wasn't much later that he was up in the bedroom, discarding his clothing as well, getting as excited as you are, "Makin' me feel like a teenager again, babe."

"I miss you so much," you whispered desperately.

You couldn't resist the urge any longer. You reached your hand down to your throbbing center, fingers pressed against your clit and rubbing back and forth.

"Ya touchin' yerself?" he asked.

"Yeah," you whimpered.

"Wanna see ya, prop yer phone up."

You did as you were told, grabbing his pillow from his side of the bed and setting it down by your feet. You propped your phone up against it, doing your best to put it at the perfect angle for him to see, but still make it look sexy, "Dunno how I ever made this sexy."

"Yer always sexy," he smirked.

After flicking on the bedside table light so he could see you better, you leaned back on your left hand to support your body up. You spread your legs again and resumed your activities while he groaned, "Fuckin' hell, yer soaked. Been thinkin' of me?"

"Mhm, all day. Do you like watching me touch myself?"

"Yes, yer so hot."

He positioned his phone in a similar way as you did, revealing himself to you. His hand was wrapped around his member, already throbbing in anticipation. Once comfortable, he began moving his hand up and down, biting his lip as he watched you please yourself.

Your jaw went slack as you quickened your pace. You could already feel your orgasm growing, in desperate need of a release. You imagined your fingers were his, calloused tips moving back and forth across your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

"Talk t' me. What do you wanna do t' me when you get home?" you hummed, wanting to hear his voice.

"Jesus," he groaned, "Everything, babe, I wanna do everything t' ya. I wanna kiss ya and taste ya. Wanna feel you wrapped around me cock. Gonna be so tight fer me once I get home, I just know it."

You whimpered his name as your head lolled to the side, "You always make me feel so good. I wish you were here with me."

"Me too. Not much longer and me fingers will be right where yers are," he breathed out, "Can ya stick one inside of ya?"

You hummed in response, moving south and circling your dripping entrance with the tip of your middle finger. You lifted your head up and watched as you easily slipped it in, feeling just how wet you are. You moved it in and out of you, the sound of your wetness filling the room and Niall cursed to himself. You let out a moan and your eyes fluttered closed.

"Jesus Christ, dis's so hot," he groaned, mostly to himself, "'s it feel good?"

With each entrance, you curled your fingers up, just like he would do. His fingers were much better than yours, longer and able to reach all your special spots. You made yourself feel good, but there was something about Niall's touch that you couldn't fulfill yourself, "Mhm, but not as good as when you do it."

"I know yer body better than ya know yer own, don't I?" he smirked smugly.

You hummed in response, watching as his hand moved up and down his member, squeezing tighter once he got to the tip, precum oozing out with each squeeze. Your mouth watered as you watched him, missing the way he whimpered when you wrapped your lips around him.

"I want you inside me so bad," you whined, your head lolling back again, "You fill me up so perfectly, Ni. I feel so empty right now."

"I'd kill t' be inside ya right now. I miss how ya feel around me. Always so wet and warm, fuck," he breathed out in response.

You laid back down on your back, your hips instinctively bucking up into your hand. You slipped your finger out of your entrance and began spreading your wetness. Landing on your clit again, you moved the tip of your finger back and forth at a more rapid pace, your orgasm drawing closer and closer by the second.

"'m gonna cum," you whimpered softly.

"Do it, baby. Wanna see ya cum all over yer fingers," he encouraged, his voice deep and raspy.

Only a few seconds later and you could feel the tight band in your stomach begin to unravel. Your orgasm took over your entire body, crashing over you with waves of pleasure. Your back arched and your toes curled as your body was numbed with pleasure. You struggled not to moan, not wanting to wake up your son but you couldn't help the small whimpers that left your lips. Not long after you, you heard the deep groans of your husband on the phone, signaling he had just released too. The sounds of his sexy moans carried you through the end of your orgasm, your body slowly relaxing back into the soft sheets beneath you.

You both lay there in comfortable silence while you regained your breath. You soon reached down and grabbed your phone, pulling the covers up to your neck and watching as he did the same.

"'member dat one time we were havin' phone sex and Harry walked in on us," he giggled at the memory of when he was in One Direction.

"Oh gosh Niall, don't even bring that up, I was so embarrassed."

"'m just glad it was Harry and not Louis."

"I probably would've never visited you on tour ever again if it was Louis," you chuckled softly.

"Yer so cute," he grinned as you blushed slightly before he shifted the conversation, "Ya feel better?"

You shook your head.

"No?" he asked.

"Mm mm. I still miss you."

"Few more weeks. I promise. Now get some sleep."

You yawned, "okay."

"Goodnight, baby. I love ya," he hummed softly.

"Goodnight. I love you, Ni."

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loversipod · 1 year

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Zoom Call

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

Pairing: boyfriend!niall x reader

Wordcount: 550

Trigger warnings: none

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

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

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

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

Niall is the love of her life.

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

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

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

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

She smiles shortly. “Promise?”

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

They are perfect for each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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lovintasteslike · 8 months

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Stone Cold Under Your Feet

One where drunk actions have harsh consequences

Word count: 700+

a/n: now whyd this actually take me so long. the ending is so trash. also I just saw a pic of niall getting kfc with basil standing behind him idk why that's so funny to me. anyways send me requests plsss

You wake to a sharp ringing and a glow illuminating the room from your bedside table, interrupting your dream of...who knows what. You think it must have been a good one as your brain tries to grasp onto sleep again.

Your arm remains sprawled onto your right hand side of the bed, Niall's side, as your brain processes the noise coming from behind you.

Once the ringing subsided, your eyes start to droop, breathing slowing, until you perk up, finally realizing that Niall hasn't come home from his night out with the boys.

Thought finally enters your brain as you reach your hand back in the direction of your phone, mindlessly trying to find it in the dark of your bedroom. You brush your fingers along it, then grasp it, bringing it to your face. Your eyes squint to adjust to the light. As you click on the 'missed call' notification, Deo's caller id returns to the screen.

You slide your finger across the screen to accept the call.

"Hello," You speak first, your voice groggy.

"Ya gotta come down 'ere, y/n."

"Hm? Whaddya mean..."

"They're saying Niall broke his foot. We're at t'emergency room by Queen's Arms. Y'might wanna see this."

The remaining drowsiness quickly drains out of you as you hear the words, "emergency room," out of Niall's cousins mouth. You throw the comforter off your body and rush to find some clothing, grabbing the first thing in sight. His beloved Speak Up sweatshirt.

"The emergency room- wha- why hasn't Niall called me." In a scramble to start the Range Rover (which you hate driving because of it's enormous size), your phone falls beneath the seats.

"Ah mate, he's completely out of it a' t'moment"

"Like you're any better," you mumble under your breath. "I- just- I'm coming, okay? I'm ten minutes out. Don't do anything stupid, I'm begging you."

Before he could even take a breath to respond, you hastily grab your phone, ending the call to focus on the road in front.

...

The emergency room practically empty this late at night, or...early in the morning, whatever it may be, the doctor leads you to your boyfriend. He pulls the curtain back to reveal Niall laying on the bed, eyes shut and tugging his fingers through his hair. His leg is propped up at the foot of the bed where a nurse stands, wrapping his leg with cloth.

She looks back towards you.

"Are you the spouse?"

Niall's eyes shoot open, lifting his head just enough to be able to make eye contact with you. Your lips tug slightly at the sight of Niall's distressed position, but you hold back. You look back to the nurse, sarcastically sighing.

"Unfortunately so," you let out humorously.

The kind nurse smiles. "I'll excuse myself to give you two some privacy."

You nod at her, mouthing a thank you.

Niall sits there with his hands in his lap, one resting on his thigh. You look at him with a sympathetic glance before moving closer, taking a seat beside him. His head falls onto your shoulder and your hand subconsciously comes up to play with his hair, offering him whatever comfort you can give.

Niall, glossy eyed either from the pain or the pints, looks up at you.

"Did they tell y'what happened?"

"Had to pry it out of Capaldi, but yea..."

A beat of silence goes by before he starts again. "Why'd ya come 'ere?" You look down at him, raising your eyebrows. "You'll be tired when ya go t'work tomorrow."

You click your tongue and nod your head side to side, telling him no. "Your foot is one step away from dangling off and you're worried about my sleep."

"Ya wanna see it?" He asks, grabbing the X-ray papers from the side of the bed. "It's gnarly stuff."

He opens the folded paper and you grimace in disgust at the sight of ligaments torn and misaligned from his foot.

"'M not leaving you alone at home while you're like THAT"

"Yer gonna stay home for me?" The puppy dog eyes stared lovingly at your face. "Awww," he says, placing a hand over his heart. He squeezes you tight in a hug. "Love ya so much, petal."

You groan. "God, you're so insufferable," rolling your eyes, dramatically.

"Ya love me. Want to take care of me. Ya love when 'm a li'l stupid after a few pints."

You cross your arms over your chest.

"Keep at it and I'll whack you so hard, you'll stay stupid."

"Oop- yes ma'am"

You raise your eyebrows at him, a breath of laughter escaping both of your lungs as Niall's head falls onto your shoulder. Peace consuming the both of you, despite this ridiculous situation.

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say-narry · 2 years

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Oiii, não sei se os pedidos estão abertos mas se sim queria um pedido meio nostálgico

Estava ouvindo Moments do One direction (só eu ainda amo essa música?) E pensei em um imaginei com o niall ou com o Harry baseado nela.

Desde já agradeço e amo seus imagines de mais !!!

Moments

nota da autora: Devido ao aniversário do queridíssimo nesta semana, veio ai com o Niall! Desculpe nao ter postado antes, preguiça de revisar. Coloquei numa perspectiva diferente a música.

avisos: menção a relacionamento abusivo, fofura.

personagens: niall horan!marido!hbw era x leitora

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- Feche a porta e desligue a luz, Niall. - Pedi enquanto me aconchegava em meio aos edredons fofos e cheirosos.

Niall apenas acenou e caminhou rapidamente em direção a cama em que eu estava deitada, o dia havia sido cheio pra nós dois depois de toda correria de voltar aos respectivos trabalhos após nosso casamento.

Meu marido ergueu o edredom e deitou abaixo dele, assim como eu já estava. Abri meus braços para aconchegá-lo em meu peito enquanto sentia o cheiro de shampoo em seu cabelo.

- Foi tão difícil ficar sem você, querida - Senti suas mãos puxando uma de minhas pernas pra sua cintura, nada sexual, era uma tentativa de ficarmos mais próximos possível. - Eu quero estar com você, do seu lado o tempo todo… Não consigo esconder isso, nem mesmo que eu tente!

Dei um sorriso convencida. Comigo não era diferente, meu coração estava batendo forte com sua declaração.

Niall sempre foi do tipo mais romântico, com certeza era do tipo que envia flores, presenteia com caixa de chocolates e até mesmo, foi o primeiro a dizer “eu te amo” quando nos apaixonamos.

- Às vezes eu penso que o tempo me escapa quando estamos juntos, você se sente assim? - Ele perguntou. - Sim, meu amor… Isso é desde quando nos encontramos pela primeira vez, nossas mãos tremiam quando nossas peles se tocaram quando nos cumprimentamos… Eu poderia chorar na sua frente daquela vez.

Ele ergueu o rosto, dando uma risadinha logo antes de deixar um beijo no meu queixo.

- Eu estava tão nervoso naquele dia, tão quanto no nosso casamento. - Niall comentou sem graça.

- Foi o melhor dia de todos, gostaria que pudéssemos voltar no tempo. - Me ajeito, colocando-o mais confortavelmente entre meu peito.

Niall deitou o rosto acima dos meus seios, que estavam cobertos pelo meu pijama de manga longa. Olhei pra baixo rapidamente e via seus cílios indo pra cima e pra baixo lentamente, indicando que ele estava com sono. Encostei minha bochecha acima da cabeça dele e o apertei mais contra mim.

- Você sabe que eu serei sua vida, sua voz e sua razão de viver pelo resto das nossas vidas, não sabe? - Ele murmurou.

- Convencido! - Brinquei e ouvi Niall novamente rindo baixinho. - Mas sim, você sempre vai ser meu amor e meu coração, gatinho.

- Gosto quando você fala isso.

- Melhor falar antes que você me deixe, igual aquela vez. - Niall disse baixo.

Respirei fundo, lembrando de quando nós tivemos uma briga que ele chegou a considerar o término do nosso relacionamento. - Aquele dia eu quis fechar a porta e jogar a chave fora, não queria ser visto e nem viver sem você.

- Foram tempos difíceis, amor… Eu era imatura demais, hoje eu vejo isso… Tinha uma opinião muito obscura sobre ciúmes e relacionamentos saudáveis... - Comentei - Mas fez parte do meu crescimento, nosso crescimento, aliás.

- Realmente, mas você poderia ter gritado menos e falado que me ama mais.

- Mas você está atacado hoje, hein? - Cutuquei o braço dele, Niall gargalhou e beijou acima dos meus seios - Enfim, eu concordo… Odiava como eu tornava as coisas mais difíceis, era uma grande chorona apesar de tudo.

- Às vezes eu tenho alguns flashes na minha cabeça, sabe? - Niall acariciava minhas costas com as pontas dos dedos, eu fechei os olhos apreciando seu toque - Voltando no tempo de quando eu era mais jovem, brincava na rua, chutando bola por tanto tempo que meus dedos doíam de uma forma boa, tudo passou tão rápido que quando eu fui ver, eu estava dentro da sua casa, minhas roupas nos pés da sua cama… Acho que foram as duas fases mais reais da minha vida. As melhores, inclusive.

- E hoje você faz graça de tudo isso… - Comentei.

- É meu jeito.

Concordei com a cabeça, quase caindo no sono quando meu subconsciente alertava pra que eu falasse antes que dormisse.

- Niall? - Hm. - Ele murmurou e eu abaixei um pouco meu olhar e percebi que seus olhos já estavam se fechando devido ao sono - Eu estava esperando o momento certo pra dizer… e antes que você me deixe hoje… - considerei que já era de madrugada - mais tarde na verdade, você será minha vida e minha razão de ser por mais que eu não fale isso com frequência.

Senti os braços de Niall me apertarem mais contra seu corpo quente debaixo do edredom.

- Eu sei... e está tudo bem, eu entendo e isso torna tudo mais especial, serão nossos momentos.

Eu apenas acenei com a cabeça brevemente e peguei no sono, feliz e confortável por eu ter uma pessoa tão incrivel quanto Niall ao meu lado.

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little-big-fan · 1 year

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Imagine com Niall Horan

You Still The One

n/a: Gostaria de dizer que eu achei muito gostoso de escrever esse imagine! Espero que vocês gostem tanto quanto eu! Obs: Esse imagine se passa durante o lockdown!

Avisos: Contém conteúdo sexual explicito

Contagem de palavras: 2,449

— Sabe, isso pode ser uma oportunidade. — Christian dizia. Sua imagem na tela do telefone estava um pouquinho travada.

— Oportunidade de quê? — Perguntei confuso, tomando um gole do meu suco.

— De colocar tudo em pratos limpos com a S/N. — Ele disse como se fosse óbvio. — Aproveita esse tempo para acertarem as coisas.

— Chris… sua irmã não me quer mais, você sabe disso. — Resmunguei, passando as unhas pela barba.

— Sei… — Ele bufando. — Eu tenho certeza de que é só ela olhar esse olho azul aí e vai derreter. — Falou me fazendo rir. — Convida ela para passar a quarentena com você. Ela está sozinha, e você sabe como ela odeia ficar sozinha.

— E eu vou fazer o que? Faz quase um ano que eu não falo com ela. Vou ligar e dizer “ei, que tal passar um tempo indefinido aqui na minha casa?” — Falei com ironia.

— Não faz um ano que vocês não se falam. — Chris estreitou os olhos.

— Okay, eu disse oi pra ela no seu aniversário. Mas foi só isso, nosso último contato depois do término. — Desviei os olhos da tela, relembrando o quão idiota me senti ao vê-la lá, tão linda, e não poder abraçá-la como queria.

— Você a quer de volta, Horan? — Não respondi, fazendo com que ele revisasse os olhos. — Responda, irlandes! — Disse sem paciência.

— Eu… eu quero. — Suspirei derrotado. — Tudo que eu quero é a sua irmã de volta. — Christian abriu um sorriso vitorioso, e eu senti meu rosto queimando com a confissão. Ele vivia tentando juntar a mim e a irmã de alguma forma, chegando até mesmo a nos trancar em seu quarto na sua festa de aniversário, o que obviamente não resultou em nada.

— Confia em mim, você vai voltar a ser meu cunhado. — Prometeu. Deus te ouça, Chris, Deus te ouça.

A realidade é que eu não precisei que a pandemia assolasse o mundo para sentir falta de S/N, no primeiro dia eu já tive vontade de ligar chorando para ela e implorar que me aceitasse de volta. Mas aquilo não era justo. Nosso relacionamento não terminou por brigas ou desentendimentos. Na verdade, pouco discutimos nos anos em que estivemos juntos, e sempre soubemos resolver. Mas no momento em que precisei começar a lutar para manter minha carreira solo, sempre dentro de estúdios, dando entrevistas ou fazendo shows, nossa convivência ficou quase nula. Ela também não podia ficar viajando para me ver, pois sua confeitaria estava em ascensão.

Foi uma decisão muito difícil. Desistir de nós. Desistir do nosso amor.

Na época eu não conseguia imaginar minha vida sem ela, sem os abraços calorosos, o sorriso tão lindo que podia aquecer o ambiente em um dia de inverno vigoroso.

Mas precisei guardar meu coração no bolso, e seguir em frente.

Nos primeiros dias, mantivemos algum contato, por mensagens, que foram ficando cada vez mais escassas, até que param completamente.

Eu me enterrei no trabalho, escrevendo músicas e mais músicas, todas sobre ela.

Christian era a minha única fonte de informações sobre ela. Eu sabia que nesse quase ano ela não tinha ficado com ninguém a sério, que a confeitaria ia cada vez melhor. Ela estava realizando seu sonho. E eu o meu. Pelo menos parte dele.

S/N’s pov

Respirei fundo, tentando fugir de Christian mais uma vez. Era a primeira vez que eu saía de casa desde o começo da pandemia, e só o havia feito porque ele me disse ter um assunto seríssimo para tratar.

— Você não pode nem considerar? — Meu irmão falava andando atrás de mim.

— Chris, não! — Disse já sem muita paciência.

— E por que não?

— Porque não faz sentido! Nós não estamos juntos, não vou passar sabe se lá quanto tempo na casa dele! — Bati com a mão no mármore da pia da cozinha.

— S/A, ele sente a sua falta. — Chris suspirou, parando ao meu lado. — Ele quer muito que você vá.

— E como você sabe? — Perguntei com ironia.

— Ele me disse. — Deu de ombros. — Hoje mesmo.

— Você não está falando sério.

— Estou sim. Niall ainda ama você, e eu sei que você o ama também. — Disse em tom presunçoso.

— Eu não. — Menti.

— Sua mentirosa! — Ele fechou a cara. — Pelo menos considera. Pensa bem, eu tenho certeza de que vocês podem resolver tudo que ficou pendente.

Voltei para minha casa com a pulga plantada atrás da orelha. Será que ele queria mesmo que eu fosse? Será que não é só mais um plano do Chris?

Me joguei em meu sofá, colocando uma das músicas do último álbum de Niall. Faziam alguns dias que tinha tomado coragem para finalmente ouvir. E estava simplesmente perfeito, algumas músicas falando comigo que uma forma tocante.

Tomei um susto quando vi a notificação em meu celular.

Era ele.

A foto de perfil estava diferente, mas o apelido que eu havia colocado como contato, acompanhado do coração azul que passara a ser minha cor preferida no instante em que vi seus olhos pela primeira vez não deixavam dúvida. Era ele mesmo.

Fiquei algum tempo martelado a ideia em minha cabeça. Meu lado racional dizia que era uma péssima ideia ficar trancada com meu ex (que eu ainda amava) por tempo indeterminado. Já meu coração gritava, me mandando aceitar. Por mais que achasse que Niall não queria nada além de uma amizade comigo, qualquer segundo ao lado dele valia a pena.

Fiz uma mala de mão correndo, pegando apenas o essencial. E fui, juntando o restinho de coragem que havia em mim.

Toquei a campainha, meu coração batendo tão forte que podia sentir em meu corpo inteiro. Não demorou mais do que alguns segundos para que ele abrisse a porta, usando uma máscara preta para se proteger. Mesmo com a boca coberta, eu podia ver pelos cantinhos dos olhos mais lindos que existem levemente repuxados que ele sorria.

— S/A, entra. — Disse dando um passo para trás, me dando passagem para aquele lugar que há algum tempo eu chamei de casa.

Os dias transcorreram mais tranquilos do que eu esperava. A cumplicidade entre nós dois era a mesma de sempre, o que fazia o idiota do meu coração vacilar cada vez que Niall me dirigia um sorriso ou chegava um pouco mais perto.

Em nenhum momento ele mencionou nosso relacionamento, ou o término dele.

Passávamos os dias rindo de alguma idiotice que víamos na televisão, a noite revezamos com o jantar, ou pedimos algo de fora. De vez em quando Niall tocava violão baixinho, e eu acabava pegando no sono no sofá, acordando na manhã seguinte na cama confortável do quarto de hóspedes.

A chuva lá fora batia com força, a lareira acesa no canto da sala nos deixando aquecidos e confortáveis. Niall estava jogado no sofá, eu estava deitada com as costas encostadas em seu peito, sentindo seus dedos fazendo um carinho gostoso em meu coro cabeludo. Um programa de auditório passava na televisão, e Niall ria de vez em quando, balançando nossos corpos.

A sala estava perfumada pelos pequenos cupcakes de amora que eu havia feito mais cedo, que da fornada

apenas dois sobraram e pairavam na mesinha de centro.

— S/A. — Niall chamou meu nome baixinho, fazendo meu corpo aquecer.

— Uh? — Perguntei sem desviar meus olhos da televisão.

— Você sabe que dia é hoje? — Franzi minhas sobrancelhas, tentando me lembrar. Desde que havia vindo para a casa de Niall havia perdido a noção do tempo. A contra gosto me afastei de seu peito, sentando no sofá e me esticando para pegar meu celular na mesinha. Uma onda repentina de tristeza me inundou, quando vi a data no ecrã.

— É nosso aniversário. — Sussurrei. — Quer dizer, era. — Me corrigi.

Virei o rosto para a lareira, a fim de secar a lágrima sorrateira que escorreu sem aviso. Fechei os olhos, tentando conter a emoção que vinha. Não queria estragar o clima gostoso entre nós dois dessa forma, demonstrando a ele que não havia superado.

Senti os dedos de Niall agarrarem meu queixo, me forçando a olhá-lo.

As íris azuis, onde eu costumava adorar me perder, me encaravam. Ele estava tão perto que podia sentir o perfume suave que exalava de seu corpo.

— Niall, eu… — Respirei fundo, buscando as palavras.

— Shhh. — Ele fechou os olhos, encostando sua testa na minha. — Eu sei.

— Sabe? — Perguntei em um sussurro, aproveitando cada segundo de sua pele encostando na minha.

— Uhum. — Ele assentiu com leveza, roçando o nariz no meu. — Esses dias que você está aqui… parece que não passou nem um segundo. — Niall se afastou levemente, o suficiente para me olhar. — Como se… — Ele suspirou.

— Como se nunca tivesse acabado. — Confessei meu pensamento. O polegar do moreno fazia carinho em minha bochecha, afastando mais uma lágrima que escorreu por ali.

— Eu sinto tanto a sua falta, meu amor. — Ele disse baixinho. Fechei meus olhos com força, sentindo o coração pesar dentro do peito. O apelido que por anos ele me chamou, que eu tanto senti falta de ouvir em seu sotaque.

— Eu também, babe. — Abri meus olhos, observando o sorriso contido que se formava nele.

Por alguns segundos, apenas nos encaramos. Meu coração batia tão forte que podia ouvir retumbar em meus ouvidos.

Niall deu o primeiro passo, me puxando com a mão que ainda estava em meu rosto, colando nossos lábios.

Sem conseguir me conter, enlacei seu pescoço com meus braços, deixando que ele aprofundasse o beijo maravilhoso.

Senti meu corpo inteiro amolecer quando a língua quente entrou em contato com a minha, em movimentos vagarosos, explorando com saudade cada cantinho. Nosso beijo sempre encaixou bem, mas o toque de saudade deixava tudo muito melhor.

Infiltrei meus dedos entre seus cabelos, puxando levemente, e arrancando dele um suspiro.

O beijo foi quebrado, nossas respirações estavam alteradas. As pupilas de Niall estavam dilatadas, do azul só restava um anel muito fino. Seus lábios levemente inchados e avermelhados pelo beijo recém dado. Devastador de tão lindo.

— Fica comigo. — Ele sussurrou, puxando meu rosto para perto novamente, trilhando uma sequência de beijos molhados dos meus lábios até a clavícula.

— Estou aqui. — Falei em um suspiro, sentindo minha pele arrepiar.

— Eu amo você. — Disse com a boca contra o meu pescoço. Não consegui conter o sorriso.

— Eu te amo. — Sussurrei de volta, sentindo seu sorriso em minha pele.

As mãos grandes de Niall desceram até minha cintura, me puxando com facilidade para o seu colo. Voltei a colar nossas bocas, sentindo suas mãos se infiltrarem em minha camiseta. Ele acariciava minhas costas com cuidado, enquanto os dentes mordiam meu lábio inferior.

Nunca imaginei que em alguns dias juntos estaríamos assim, mas lembraria de agradecer aos céus mais tarde.

Ergui os braços quando ele puxou a camiseta para cima, revelando o sutiã rosa bebê. Joguei a cabeça para trás quando a língua quente passou entre o vão dos meus seios, deixando um rastro molhado. Podia sentir o volume cada vez mais evidente, preso dentro da calça de moletom.

Eu estava enlouquecendo, completamente entregue aos seus toques. E ele sabia exatamente o que fazer, onde tocar.

Niall abriu o fecho do meu sutiã, se livrando a peça, jogando-a para trás.

— Linda. — Murmurou, antes de descer o rosto até os meus seios. — Perfeita. — Continuou, antes de sugar um dos meus mamilos, enquanto apertava o outro entre o polegar e o indicador.

Deixei que um gemido sofrido escapasse, me esfregando contra a ereção crescente atrás de algum alívio, o que fez Niall praticamente rosnar.

Puxei a camiseta branca que ele vestia para cima, para logo após passar as mãos pela fina camada de pelos que havia ali.

Ele subiu os beijos lentamente, voltando para minha boca, me devorando em um beijo muito mais quente que os outros.

Estávamos uma bagunça, sedentos um pelo outro. Morrendo de saudade.

Me levantei, me livrando das minhas próprias calças, e Niall seguiu o meu exemplo. Estávamos totalmente nus agora, e eu voltei para onde estava, para o meu lugar. Em cima dele.

Podia sentir a glande gorda roçando em minha entrada, me deixando a ponto de explodir.

— Você têm certeza? — O moreno perguntou, com os olhos grudados aos meus.

— Sempre tive certeza sobre você, amor. — O sorriso que Niall abriu era capaz de fazer meu coração parar. Levando uma das mãos entre nós, ele se posicionou, entrando em mim lentamente.

Fiquei parada por alguns segundos, me acostumando com seu tamanho. Ele havia sido o último com quem eu estive, e já fazia algum tempo.

Comecei a me movimentar lentamente, me deleitando com a sensação de preenchimento, acompanhada dos gemidos roucos que escapavam da garganta de Niall.

Ele me encarava com atenção, a luz laranja da lareira refletindo em sua pele, os lábios entreabertos, puxando o ar com força.

Levando as mãos até minha bunda, ele me fez aumentar o ritmo, arrancando gemidos de ambos.

Colei minha testa na sua, os olhos fixos nos dele. O som de sua pele batendo na minha, as pequenas mordidas que ele dava em meus lábios, engolindo meu gemidos.

— Senti tanta falta disso, amor. — Ele murmurou. — Vê como somos bons juntos?

Eu não conseguia falar nada, o prazer me inundava. Apoiando as mãos em seus ombros, aumentei ainda mais os movimentos.

— Eu te amo tanto, S/A. — Revirei meus olhos, as palavras doces fazendo do momento ainda mais perfeito.

— Eu te amo, Niall. — Sussurrei, seu nome saindo com dificuldade da minha boca, acompanhado de um gemido. — Você é tudo pra mim.

Minha declaração pareceu tirá-lo do eixo. Niall apertou os dedos contra a pele da minha bunda, se empurrando contra mim com força, indo fundo.

O orgasmo estava chegando, eu podia sentir ele se formando abaixo do meu ventre, espalhando calafrios por todo o meu corpo. Meus gemidos se tornaram mais finos, nossos movimentos mais necessitados.

Ergui uma das mãos, levando até seus fios escuros, puxando levemente. Sabia que ele adorava que eu mexesse em seu cabelo, principalmente durante a transa.

— Goza comigo, amor. — Niall implorou. Meu corpo o obedeceu, se estilhaçando em um milhão de pedacinhos, me fazendo gritar. Niall gozou com força, jorrando quente dentro de mim.

Fiquei sentada em seu colo mais algum tempo, tentando controlar os tremores em meu corpo depois do orgasmo expendido.

— Preciso te avisar, que depois disso, não vou te deixar ir nunca mais. — Niall disse depois de alguns minutos, me encarando fundo nos olhos.

— Não vou a lugar nenhum sem você, meu amor, nunca mais. — Fui presenteada com um beijo terno, lento. Niall se retirou de dentro de mim, e levantou comigo no colo, me fazendo soltar um gritinho. — O que está fazendo? — Perguntei rindo.

— Vamos tomar um banho. — Ele disse caminhando calmamente em direção ao banheiro. — E depois eu quero dormir muito agarrado em você.

— Muito agarrado? — Perguntei dando um beijinho em uma das bochechas.

— Muito agarrado. — Confirmou. — Para o resto da vida. Não vou te soltar nunca mais.

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