calvin klein tights

Enemies (Ethan)

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

Music was booming throughout the Dolan house. You had thanked the heavens their parents were out of town for the weekend. Normally you weren’t much of a party person but Grayson and Ethan always threw the best parties. 


You made your way into the kitchen and poured yourself a drink. You had settled on some vodka with cranberry juice, your usual go-to. You were about six drinks in and you were definitely feeling it. You walked around conversing with everyone and meeting new people. You headed outside to the backyard where the hired DJ was setting up equipment. Numerous lanterns lined the fence of the backyard and illuminated the party. It was beautiful. They had the perfect backyard for partying. There were tables lined with various appetizers and desserts. You picked at some watermelon and popped it in your mouth humming happily as the sweet taste filled your tastebuds. You wiped the juice that was spilling off your lips away before sipping on your drink again. 


You waved over at Grayson who beamed at you ear to ear. He was standing next to Ethan who regarded you cooly. Ever since you had met the twins three years ago when you first moved to Jersey you had clashed with Ethan. He got under your skin every chance he could and the two of you bickered back and forth constantly. It was for the best that you stayed away from each other. 

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eddiespatronum  asked:

Heey, I'm new in all of this tumblr thingy but I've found your blog and I really love it! So I was wondering if maybe you could make a story about a girl that has been Bucky's best friend (besides Steve) since he got his memories back, and one night they get drunk at her place after a mission, but things get a little "out of control", so the days after that they have to decide what's going on with them and with their feelings?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: THE SMUT IS BACK PEOPLE

A/N: first of all, let me welcome you to tumblr!!! I hope you enjoy this hell we all call home lol. also, I’m really glad you enjoy my writing and hope you like what I made out of your request. <333 (PS: I really hope no one ever decides to look at my google history because the search for gifs has taken me to some very smutty places hahaha)

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“So what do you say, boys? Drinks at my place?” you asked when you walked over to them on the jet.

The mission was a success and you were all on your way back home now. 

Celebrations were in order.

Bucky smiled and nodded. “Sounds good.”

“I’d love to, but I’m having a date tonight,” you literally beamed when the words came out of his mouth. He was your best friend, had been for ages and you just wanted him to be happy and find love again. He was slowly getting over Peggy. It had taken a long time, but he was getting there.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” you sat down next to him, still smiling like an idiot.

Bucky didn’t listen anymore, way to distracted by your smile. You didn’t seem to notice.

“You know her. But that’s all I’m going to say. I want to make sure it works out before I let you know who to kill when it goes wrong.”

You kissed his cheek. “You know me so well.”

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Pants!

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood.

Alternative Tom, Conny and Roper the cat.

Fluffy nonsense long enough for a coffee and biscuit.

“Hello my little Hobnob” he said, as he sat beside me on the sofa.

“Hello my large Nob” I said back

“I was being nice to you and you insult me”

“Well, A. It depends on how you look at what I called you, and B. You only ever call me that when you are after something. So, what do you want?” I smiled at him sweetly.

“As it happens I need to know where you have hidden all my under kegs” 

“Why would I hide your pants Tom?” What was he thinking?

“Um not sure but nearly all my comfy ones for slopping around the house have gone” 

Now here’s the thing that fans don’t know about their Demi God, Tom has three kinds of pants, work ones which are mostly Calvin Klein, black tight fitting, so his arse looks good in those suits. Those he wears for going out, tight boxers like the ones in ‘The night manager’ cottage scene. And his indoor ones, these are not the same, he wears these and nothing else, as he lays around the house with the heating up. 

Oooo I hear you cry how sexy. Well it would be but these are loose boxers with the daftest prints you can find. From Minnie mouse to a pair that has a tiny dick printed all over them. These are not Gucci you understand more Eastenders Market, they are far from sexy and he knows I hate them.

Occasionally a pair will meet a sticky end, however he’ll just replace them with something equally obnoxious, so it would be pointless getting rid of them. Plus the fact he told me he’d destroy my collection of fluffy bed socks if I did. And, if I’m very honest I have been known to borrow a pair when he’s been away, just to have something of his close to me you understand.

“I have not moved your somewhat dubious Underpants dear and that is a promise” 

“Well I only have three pairs left out of ten, the Donald duck, the danger mouse and the tiny dick print. That’s it! the rest have gone, even the Muppet pair that you kind of liked.” He did look kinda cute walking around the house with the Cookie monster and Animal on his butt, especially when he did the wiggle……my mind wondered off. 

At this point I spotted Roper about to do a moonlight tour of the garden before bed. 

“Hey fluff butt you’ve not seen Tom’s under kegs have you?” I called after him, as his own sweet furry arse disappeared through the catflap.

“Now you are just being silly, as if mouse breath would know where they are. Come on bedtime” he got up took my hand and started to head for the stairs.

“So I’m not finishing my book then?” I asked him.

“Nope you’ll be pleased by your man. Come on wench this caveman need love”


The following day I worked from home, something I hadn’t been able to do for ages. A day of coffee at will and music of choice. I was happily deleting emails from idiots when Roper came in the catflap looking like Tom did after a long night out.

“Hello you dirty stop out, what have you been up to?” I asked him, all I got was a tired sounding mew and he padded off to his bed under the sideboard.

At lunch my dirty stop out got up, demanded cuddles and food and went out again. Oh to be a cat that has not a care in the world, no bills to pay and no bloody deadlines to hit. Still work to be done and I got back to it.

Five minutes later in comes the reprobate again and this time he has something in his mouth.

“Ok what have you brought me?” He walked over with an I’m so sexy strut and dropped a leather glove at my feet. An expensive leather glove and five minutes more I had the pair Shit! Just as I’m trying to think how to find the owner, Roper comes down the stairs dragging something fabric and starts to head to the catflap.

“Oh Fuck!” He’s pulling Tom’s kegs out the door. The Dallas Cowboys would have been proud of me as I raced across the floor doing an amazing slide to the ground, and grabbed the end of Tom’s dick print under pants as the rest made to escape. A brief tug of war with a very angry cat the other side and the human wins. Phew!

Or was it.

I remembered where I had seen those gloves, Mrs Snooty three doors down had been wearing them. This meant not only was Roper going into her house, he was stealing and I was harbouring a fugitive.

When Tom came home I explained to him what had been happening to his pants, a first the little shit laughed his head off, then he went very quiet.

“Christ what if the little bastard has taken them all there and she works out they are mine, she’s the kind to phone the sun and tell all” he looked actually worried where as I was now squealing with laughter.

“And how would she explain how she got them pray tell? Well Mr Sun reporter their cat gave them to me” I stopped laughing as his face looked like thunder.

“You won’t be laughing if she tells them I left them there!” He’d got a point.

Still at this moment we didn’t know if it was her Roper was giving them to, or if she knew they were Tom’s. Not time to panic yet, Tom was not so sure.

Roper had the sense not to come in till Tom had gone into his office and shut the door. He looked at me all surprised when I had a go at him, what was the mad lady shouting at him for this time. 

The next few weeks Tom asked if anything had been said, every time he came home. The answer was always the same no news was good news.

However three weeks later there was a total fracas in the street. Number 22 where arguing and everyone, even Mrs Robertson who was hard of hearing at number 33, could have heard them.

It seemed that Peter, the husband had found some underpants in his bedroom that were not his, or his wife and all attempts to explain to him they were a gift from a cat fell on deaf ears.

“Really Dear it was the black one from down the road he’d just turn up with them and leave them, I thought I’d got all the ones he’d presented but it seems I’d missed a pair” she pleaded with him.

“So you are trying to tell me that a man let’s his cat walk off with these, and who for the love of God wears these anyway, your taste is getting worse if these are an example of what the guy wears”

I looked at Toms face He seemed very offended at Peters fashion comments.


So did the wife as at this, she lost it and shouted at him “well my first choice seems to have turned out to be a complete dick so you could be right” after that there was much slamming of doors and it all went quite.

“Tom you have to go tell them” I said to him.

“Oh no, your cat did it, you can go tell” 

“Coward” and it was my turn to slam the door and stomp out. Behind me Roper and Tom looked relieved.

Knocking on the neighbour’s door I wondered how best to handle it and in the end I did the decent thing.

“I am so sorry I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation and I have to tell you that the pants are mine, and it’s my cat that um, delivered them to you. I wear them as night wear” why was I explaining further?

“They are very comfortable to be honest” just shut up!

Peter looked at me, grinned and handed me the pants, his wife then handed me more, many more, with a looked that said say nothing.

“Each to their own I say” and they grinned at me. Peter kissed his wife and told her how sorry he was to doubt her. 

“It’s ok honey. Come show me how sorry you are!” And with not a backward glance to me, she took his hand and shutting the door they could be heard giggling up the stairs.

Tom looked very sheepish when I walked in and in very dramatic fashion I threw the under kegs and their new friends at him.

“The things I do for love. You two are in the dog house, so if you ever want tummy rubs or sex again I suggest you start creeping”

“But I love Tummy rubs!”

Top picture not mine I just played. Bottom picture kindly posed for by Oscar.

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Preference #23: Blow Jobs

Preference # 23 blowjobs

A/N: Dirty!! Smut warning!!  I hope you all enjoy!

Liam: I got down on my knees as he slowly palmed himself groaning my name. His low husky voice making me shiver “ you ready for my mouth Li?” i ask and smirk up at him licking my lips. i wanted him so bad
He pulls himself out of his tight calvin Klein boxers and strokes my cheek “Open up baby girl hmmm?” He hums out and i open my mouth instantly, licking the tip and slowly taking him into my mouth.
“good girl.. oh god baby” he murmurs as i take him deeper into my mouth, panting.
I reach down and touch myself taking some of my wetness and putting it on his hard length.
“You taste amazing baby boy” i look up into his dark brown eyes and keep sucking him, slowly getting him off, him cumming on my tongue and pulling me up onto the bed. his mouth going to work on my center, getting me off.

Niall: The boys had warned me about how kinky he could be, but i never expected to be in the bathroom of his childhood home, sucking his dick. His parents thought we were asleep, and Niall was in the shower, but Niall and I were getting a different kind of steam. I giggled as I pulled away from his cock, pumping him “We’re gonna get caught Nialler” I whisper and spit on his tip before sucking back down his length.
“Shh Princess you’re gonna get us caught if you keep talking” he murmurs and groans as i gag around him, my eyes watering . “hey hey breathe baby take it easy” this is what i loved about Niall, he was always sweet with me, no matter how kinky he was being.
I pull away and look up at him, “I love you Niall”
“ i love you too sweetie” he smiles and strokes your cheek, lovingly.

Louis: I was a virgin, and louis knew I wasn’t ready for sex. here we are making out on our sofa, I could feel him hardening under me “ Louis god…” i pull away and smirk at him “Really?”
he bites his lip “Im sorry love… ill go take care of it and be back quick ok?”
I stop him and push him back down on my sofa. “No.. ill take care of it” i whisper, nervous ill do something wrong.
“Are you sure Y/N? you don’t have too love” i nod and peck his lips, unbuttoning his pants.
After him showing me the ropes, I get to it, sucking him off, looking in his eyes, i moan on him, slowly becoming addicted to the taste of him in the back of my throat.
“Thats my girl.. fuck” he moves his hand to my hair as he comes inside me, moaning my name.
He pulls me up to kiss him, holding me close “Was it good?” i whisper, my voice low.
“Perfect baby.. just like you my love” i smile and cuddle into his chest. I loved this boy.

Harry:  He was romantic, and i knew it. here we had just made love and i was cuddling up to his chest. I noticed he was still hard and frowned “Did you not cum?” i ask and look into his eyes.
“No.. its ok though baby cant happen everytime i guess” he shrugs jerking himself off.
“ no no Haz cmere” i murmur and duck down into the sweaty sheets, taking him in my mouth quickly. I massaged his balls and groaned as he let out a throaty moan.
“shit Y/N…” he pants out and looks under the sheets. watching me get him off
“ Feels so good shit” he grunts and thrusts into my mouth, making me gag
“you close harry?” i smirk and look up at him “cum for me hazza” i take his tip in my mouth swirling my tongue around him as the cum fills my mouth.
“Thanks baby… fuck” he pulls me back up holding me close.

anonymous asked:

I noticed that Hisoka and Illumi's pants have like REALLY weird crotches on their pants in HxH. Like there's no zipper or pockets or anything. #harempants #theytotallywearboxers #theylikebreathingroom BUT HERE'S MY REAL QUESTION: Do you have boxers vs briefs headcanons you can give me for the trash duo and the sweaty boys? Thank you!

I imagine taking a piss with those pants must be a hassle. Dick in one hand, other hand holding the pants so they don’t fall. Hisoka has magic pockets though:

Au contraire, I think they want their junk in one place. Especially Illumi who canonically has a huge dick, he wouldn’t want it going plop plop to the sides when he fights. So tight Calvin Klein boxers for Illumi.

I believe Hisoka is wearing something comfortable too. I doubt he’d like the sensation of his junk falling from a thong when he fights. He has practical underwear, I think same as Illumi but speedo sized.

This is the underwear KilluGon had in the Hunterpedia, but I really don’t see Gon wearing bloomers. I think Gon has tighty whities and Killua normal boxers, not too loose, not too tight.

Mine (Harry Smut)

“Are you ready babe?” Harry called to me from down stairs. “Yeah, just a sec!” I replied making my way down at a killer speed for a girl in five inch heels.
“Wow” Harry breathed out as I came into his line of vision.

“You look..wow” he spoke shaking his head. I didn’t really know I looked that good but hey I’m not gonna turn down a compliment. I was wearing a form fitting deep red dress, black pumps, and I had my hair up in a high pony tail. I had on silver dangle earrings but decided on no necklace.

“Let’s go!” I exclaimed grabbing Harry’s arm and running out of the door towards the car as fast as a girl in heels could. “Babe, I’ve gotta lock the door” Harry spoke before locking it and then making his way to the Range Rover I was standing by.
The ride there was fairly quiet, but the second we pulled up in front of the club the bass from the music inside was leaking its way into the car making vibrations travel up my spine.

“C'mon Babe” Harry called as he opened the car door for me. One of the big pluses to Harry being internationally famous is that we don’t have to stand in line to get into clubs.

Guys were whistling and cat-calling at me as we walked past the large crowd of people who were trying to get in. Really?

“Hey, I’m gonna run to the loo really quick but I’ll be back in a jiffy love!” He spoke loudly to me over the music and running off towards the bathroom.

Did he just say jiffy? Who the he-
“Hello sexy, we’re about to have a downing contest, wanna join?” Some random guy asked me. He was actually really cute. Not that he’s got shit on Harry though. “Sure!” I cheered following him through the crowd.

“Ok so basically, all you have to do is down as many shots as you can; with your eyes closed” my eyes closed? Oh what the hell, I’m gonna kill these shots.

I nodded at him and looked at the six shots lined up in front of me. I looked to my right to see my opponent. Some tramp with way to much make up that looked like it was melting from the heat.
“Ready, set, GO!” He yelled slamming his fist down. I shut my eyes and grabbed the first shot chugging it in less than 2 seconds. Then I did the next one, and the next one and the next one, and the next. I knew I was on my last shot now and there was no way in hell I was gonna lose.

I chucked my head back and poured the last one down my throat and swallowed it. “WOOO! My girl won!” Some guy yelled patting me on the back. His girl? Ummm, that was certainly not Harry.

Before I even knew what was going on, I felt myself being lifted up in the air and twirled around. Not by Harry, but by the same guy. The dude kept me up in the and was saying something to me but I could hardly pay attention as I spotted Harry walking towards where I was.

My heart stopped as he made eye contact with me. First he squinted his eyes as if he was unsure if it was me or not. Then he shook his head as if to erase the image. Then his eyes darkened, like they usually do when he’s horny. But I was positive that that was not the reason in this case.

Harry marched over to where we were and snatched me away from the guy and set me on the ground. I felt dizzy and I could tell that the alcohol was about to take full effect.

“Whoa man chill ou-” the guy started but got cut off by Harry’s ice cold glare. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Harry growled at him clenching his fists. The guy’s playful smirk disappeared and was replaced by a frown.

“I think I’m Ryan Tristlan” he replied back just a mean as Harry.
Harry didn’t even say anything back. He just right hooked ‘Ryan’ directly in the mouth. “Yeah, now maybe all you will do is think about how you should learn to shut the fuck up.” Harry replied grabbing my hand.

“Bye Ryan!” I slurred out, waving to him as he sat on the ground clutching his jaw, a dazed look painted across his pretty little face that would surely have a bruise in the next couple of hours.

“Get.In.The.Car.” Harry spoke in a harsh tone. Damn, I know he’s mad and its kinda hot but who the hell does he think he’s talking to. “Check yourself before you wreck yourself” I challenged crossing my arms over my chest testing him.

“I’ll be wrecking you tonight. Just a warning, don’t make tonight any worse than it has to be.” And with that I sat down in the car.

The ride back home was completely silent. Except for my constant huffing and puffing. Harry looked more aggravated every time I so much as breathed too loud.

As soon as we pulled up in front the house Harry speed walked inside and didn’t even bother shutting the door. I sighed before getting out and walking into the house. I locked the door and sat down on the couch.

After about ten minutes of sitting I started getting bored and turned on the T.V. I couldn’t find the remote so had to get up and turn it on myself.

Another fifteen minutes went by and I was seriously getting annoyed. Why would I sit here and wait? Because every time Harry gets like this, the best thing to is just sit and wait for what’s coming to ya’. Unless he forgets.

The T.V turned off suddenly and I would’ve been freaked out if hadn’t seen Harry drop the remote, standing behind me in the now black screen.

“Clothes off now.” He snapped sharply. He was holding something behind his back and I was certainly curious to know what the hell this boy had planned.

I guess he could tell I was wondering because, “Don’t worry about what I have, bend over the arm of the couch real nice for me” he spoke in his normal slow voice. Any trace of sexual desire or commandingness gone. Except I could see on his face the things his voice may have lacked, were there.

Then I saw the glint of something reflect off the little bit light coming from the lamp. I heard something clink and a cool metal clasp around my wrists; handcuffs.

“Now, you don’t come until I say, and you won’t moan unless give you permission, do you understand?” He asked me, now stripped down to nothing but those tight Calvin Klein boxers that left nothing to the imagination.

I nodded my head, preparing myself for what was to come. He stood behind me and his big hands caressed my ass, squeezing and pinching it occasionally. I bit my lip to hold back my moans because fuck everything about him just screamed 'Sex’.
He pulled down his boxers and lined himself up. He gripped my hips before slamming into me and pulling me back onto him. It took everything in me not scream. He forcefully drove himself into me, ramming in harder and harder than each thrust before that.

I was letting out little whimpers that thank god Harry didn’t hear. He yanked me by my hair and tilted my head back, pressing my back firmly against his chest. Through it all, he was still thrusting into me.

“You like it when I fuck you like this? When I have no mercy for your pretty little body?” He questioned speaking into my neck, he was breathing sharply through his nose. His breath blowing across my already heated skin.
I tried to nod my head but everything was bliss and I couldn’t even make my eyes open. “Do you?!” He asked through gritted teeth, trailing one of his hands from between my breast down my stomach until he reached my clit and began messaging it in harsh circles.

“Yes, yes Harry! Oh fuck yes!” I screamed as I felt my high approaching. He bent me back over couch. “Harry! I’m gonna come!” I moaned out. “Not until I say!” He yelled and continued pounding into me.

I concentrated every fiber of my being on not coming but damn its hard not to with a sex god hammering you and moaning your name.

“Now baby!” He yelled and came inside of me and I came with him collapsing onto the couch, not able to feel my legs, “You are mine” Harry whispered as he carried me to bed.


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Wrote this a long time ago but never posted it :)

Its pretty slow moving but I hope you liked it!! Xxx

Niall Smut

You and Niall had been fighting and arguing constantly for a week, there had been allegations printed all over magazines that Niall had cheated on you with model Barbara Palvin. You had spoken about it with him, but the photos that they had printed looked so real, so convincing. You we’re cut up inside on what or who, to believe. You trusted Niall, so to find something like this; it completely wrecked you. You were at home in the kitchen, preparing dinner when you heard the front door slam, letting you know he was home, and in a bad mood.

“Hey Y/N” Niall sighs when he drops his keys on the work surface. You don’t reply, you head wrapped in thoughts. “Y/N” Niall says again, harsh. You look at him, then tear your eyes from his and drop your head again. You continue to mindlessly chop the vegetables. “Why won’t you fucking answer me?” he growls. You shake your head as your eyes sting with tears. You lift a hand and wave him away, dismissing him and showing him you don’t want to talk. You hear Niall’s angry footsteps pound up the stairs. Small sobs shake from your lips, your mind a confused, entwined mess. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and continue chopping the vegetables in front of you. After 5 minutes you hear Niall come back down the stairs.

“No, you know what Y/N, this is bullshit, and you know it is!” he screams at you. “Why don’t you trust me? You say that it’s hard for you to believe that I ever loved you, if it was SO EASY for me to cheat on you -WHICH I HAVEN’T,” he interjects “Then how do you think I feel? You think I’ve betrayed you, yet you’re the one that disregards me because of one SHIT, FUCKING RUMOUR!” he shouts, picking a glass up from the counter and launching at the wall of the living room. The glass shatters with a shrill noise, the water climbed up the wall like fire, the tiny glass shards exploding like a bomb. His head drops and he fists his fingers through his hair, pulling at it. His body shakes with adrenaline fuelled gasps, his eyes dark with anger. He turns to face you, looks you deep in the eyes and questions, “So I never loved you, huh?”

“So I never made you feel special, made you feel a certain kind of way?” he plays. He walks closer to you now, step by step, and you inch away from him each time. He’s close to you when your back finally hits the counter. “You’ve been bad, Y/N” Niall says, his hand trailing up your torso. “Disrespecting me…” He trails his slim finger over your collarbone. “Ignoring me…” He brings his lips to meet the thin skin covering your collarbone, and licks a stripe up to sensitive skin behind your ear. “You’ll talk to me Y/N, better, you’ll scream for me…” he whispers, his hot breath smoking over your face. He places rough wet kisses over your skin, your fingers clenching at the contact.

Niall pulls your jeans down past your ass, cups your thighs and commands you to “Sit up”. You jump up, and he pulls your jeans from your legs. He smirks at your red lace thong, his favourite, and pulls it with his finger. He let’s go so the elastic pings back against your skin with a snap. You’re sat on the cabinet with just a t-shirt and your lace pants on when Niall removes his white t-shirt and drops it on the floor. “You’ll speak, just you wait…” he says to you seductively. He pulls your panties from you and drops them to the floor.

He parts your thighs, admiring the way you look to him. Gazing up into his eyes in between your spread legs, you started to see clarity. Your legs were rested on his hips, but he lifts them onto his shoulders when he lowers his head. He looks at you one final time, his eyes dark, and he slips his middle finger deep inside you. His knuckle grazes against your clit each time he pumps his finger inside of you. The pleasure is mounting with each movement of Niall’s slick fingers, your head is thrown back and you gasp uncontrollably.

It is completely unexpected when you feel the coolness of Niall’s tongue on you. He flicks his tongue against your tense clit, and then proceeds to lick a painfully slow line through your wet mess. “Oh baby” he moans against you, the vibrations making you tingle throughout, yet still remain silent. He then reaches your slit and plunges his tongue deep inside you. He changes his tongue, making it wide and covering all of you, and then narrowing it and making you feel it deep inside you. He breathes onto you, his hot breath making you shiver. This, combined with his single finger still pulsing rhythmically into you created a foggy cloud of pleasure in your head, but you still didn’t made any noise. Niall gets angrier with each silent movement, so he swirls his tongue around your tense nub. He purses his lips and sucks your clit, the moans trying to burst from your throat. Niall knows just what he’s doing to you, your thighs getting tense against his neck. He looks up to you again.

He moves his hands up your t-shirt, feeling your exposed chest and realising you weren’t wearing a bra. He grins at you then bites his lip, before he grasps your breasts, filling his palms. He pulls your top up past your boobs, so you’re completely exposed to him now. He lowers his lips down to you, takes a small piece of skin in between his teeth and bites hard. He sucks the skin and hot blood rises to the surface. You whimper and he replies by placing a soft kiss against the tender purple bruise; you can feel the wetness of his lips. A moan escapes you and Niall smiles a satisfactory smile, proud of himself.

“That’s my girl,” he looks at you through hooded eyes. “Now tell me baby, what do you want?”. “You,” you reply, hungry for him. “I’m afraid that’s not specific enough, slut.” Niall says, unbuckling his belt and dropping his black jeans to the floor. “Tell me again,”. He commands. You admire him, stood there in his tight Calvin Klein boxers, the fabric stretching to its limit after constricting Niall’s big cock. “Oh god Niall, I want you, in me, as soon as possible…” You pant in response. “Your cock Niall, I need your big, hard cock in me now”. He groans at your dirty mouth and rubs his tip teasingly between your folds, dragging himself from your clit, to your slit and back. You groan, annoyed, and clamp your legs around Niall’s waist, urging him to forcefully put his dick inside of you.

“Please Niall, please.” You beg pleadingly. He smirks maniacally and slams his cock into your tight, wet pussy. “Fuck Y/N, you’re so tight, so wet for me,” he drools. Niall relentlessly slams into you, the pleasurable pain that comes with being fucked with Niall’s big cock pools over you, stretching to every single nerve. You breathing becomes rapid and complicated, your lungs aching and gasping. He lent down to kiss you, his hand simultaneously finding your clit and rubbing it in fast hard circles. His other hand rested on your hip and he squeezed your skin hard.  “Y/N” Niall spoke in a rasp, husky voice.  “Oh, oh god, Niall, Ni, I’m so close…” You replied. “Cum, baby, are you ready?” Niall breathed into your ear, and you nodded in response. His thrusts weakening and kisses becoming sloppier. You both released at the same time, the heat spreading in you as your orgasms rippled through you.

Niall helped you climb down from the work surface. You looked him dead in the eyes and everything seemed clearer, you knew deep down that Niall could never cheat on you, he adored you. “I’m sorry, I never should’ve doubted y-” you began, and he cut you off with a small, simple kiss; his fingers lightly clasped on your chin. - C x