niall leather jacket


one direction in leather jackets (louis never wears them lol)

(Requested) Preference: BSM, You Start Pulling Away/Keeping Secrets Age 16

Liam: Your door was always shut now and that was how you liked it. So that when you wanted to cry, you could do it in peace without anyone from your family butting in. Whenever someone opened it, you would get pissed off, and just stare at them till they left and closed it again. You were staring at the razor on your desk, silent tears dripping down your face as your door slowly opened. You quickly threw the razor into a drawer and Liam stepped in, “Hey love-hey, hey, what’s wrong?” “Get out,” you said, not even looking at him. “Huh?” “Get out please,” you said again. “What’s wrong?” “Liam! Leave my room!” you shouted, standing and pushing him out, locking the door.
“Mum! I’m going to Ari’s!” you shouted, pulling on your snapback and leather jacket. Niall, who had been sitting in the kitchen with Greg, swallowed the last of his water and walked over as you were tying up your Converse, “Wanna ride?” “Oh, uh, no thanks,” you said quickly, smiling up at him and looking back down. He looked down at you confused; you used to jump at the chance to be with him, he was used to bringing you places and he missed it when he was on tour. “Ari’s is sort of a long walk isn’t it?” Niall asked with a raised eyebrow. “And it looks like it’s going to storm. You sure you don’t want a ride?” “I’m sure Niall,” you said firmly, brushing past him and walking out the front door, leaving him looking hurt in the doorway.
“I’d rather go alone,” you said quietly, pulling away from your brother and avoiding his hurt look. What? Why? We used to shop all the time together?” he asked sadly. “I know, but I’m going with some friends instead.” “Oh…who?” “Oh uh, you don’t know them, I’ve never talked about them,” you shrugged, grabbing your house key and wallet. “You never talk about anyone or anything to me anymore,” Zayn said, causing you to stop walking for a second and lower your head. “Look at me,” he said softly. You turned around and glanced up at his face as he came closer to you, “What did I do? I don’t even know anything about you anymore.” “I guess we’re both just too busy for each other,” you said simply, ignoring his answer and walking out.
“You really don’t have to come to my game,” you said moodily, watching Louis pull on his jacket. “I’ve missed loads of them!” Louis said, tying his shoes. “I don’t want to miss another! Especially if I’m here!” Your mum was listening to the kitchen, waiting to see if you would reject Louis like you had with the rest of the family. You bit your lip and watched him smile excitedly at you and tossed your football in the air. When you didn’t move to go out to the car, he looked at you expectantly, “Well, aren’t we going?” “Uh, well…” “What is it?” he asked quietly, looking at you. “I don’t really want you to come Louis,” you said softly, avoiding his eye contact. “What? Why…?” “I would rather be alone,” you said, gently taking the ball from his grip and going outside to walk to the field.
“Sooo,” Harry said in a playful voice, crashing on the couch next to you, not noticing you move away a bit. “Who’s the boy in your Facebook post?” “Oh, he’s no one,” you said, slamming your laptop shut as Harry looked over and standing up. “Where you going?” he asked in a hurt voice. “I just sat down.” “I’ve been sitting for hours, I’m just gonna go on a walk.” Harry watched you leave the room with his eyebrows furrowed. As you were pulling on your sneakers, you noticed Harry standing in the doorway, “What’s going on?” “What are you talking about?” you sighed. “You’ve basically ignored me while I was gone, never answering my calls or texts and now I get home and you’re leaving the house? We were close. What happened?” “Harry, I’ve just got to go, you wouldn’t understand,” you sighed, opening the front door and stepping out.

Hypnotic - Niall one shot

This is the first time I wrote something that long in English, so of course it has grammar mistakes. But don’t hate me, please? 

It’s based on the song “Hypnotic” by Zella Day and some posts from a lovely niallslittle

It contains smut but not as much as I thought it would - I just suck at writting smuts in not my first language. Go to hell Niall.

Enjoy :) 

There was absolutely no doubt – he was handsome. And even this word isn’t perfect to  describe his appearance properly. He was standing next to the kitchen counter, pouring water into perfectly washed glass. His thick fingers held the bottle with no problem. Here, from the couch I was able to secretly see his muscles working through his plaid shirt. I couldn’t stand the thought about his flexing back, strong forearms and stretching chest while he drank his damn water.

He moved from his previous spot so I could see his whole body, no longer covered by the kitchen island. His legs looked even more skinny in black ripped jeans which I truly adored. I was the first one to wear holes in my pants, but he didn’t mind taking the idea. He always wanted to look good, like the attention he was achieving was something well deserved. That’s why he spent a good few minutes to combine his hair, which was now in a perfect-imperfect mess.

Niall took his black leather jacket from the chair and came to the living room, where I was seated. When he most probably thought he was ready to leave, I wasn’t able to take my eyes off him. His perfect look made me melt on the inside, I had to sneak out of my duvet to let my redden cheeks rest for a minute. He was focused on the TV, what’s supposed to be my job in that moment. He smiled a bit after someone had told a terrible joke. He rested one of his legs on the couch and put his hands into jacket pockets. He looked confident, sure of himself, ready to rule the world. The black leather covered his black and red shirt just a tiny bit and showed off a loose white t-shirt he loved to wear. Perfectly tied up laces of his black shoes made his legs look even more stunning, if I can say so.

“Do you really have to leave?” I couldn’t stop the question from leaving my mouth. I had to lick my lips due to the amount of saliva on my suddenly very thirsty tongue. I wasn’t able to control my body anymore and I was afraid I’d lost it at some point.

He looked at me, he knew I didn’t like being alone recently. I had these days which had to include cuddling and eating sweets together, I just couldn’t live in any other way. He was the drug to my oxygen, which I knew I’d love forever. I couldn’t breathe properly without the knowledge of him loving me.

“You know I need to, baby.” He pouted a little and looked again at the screen. His little laugh made me smile and instantly remember the fact, that I won’t see him for the next couple of hours. Some other girls were going to see him, stare at him and have dirty thoughts about him, while I’ll be the impatient one over here, trying to kill the time and forget about his damn legs and arms. “You can call your girls if you want, have some fun like you always do.” His offer wasn’t good enough. I knew I could do that, hell I was happy he wanted me to be occupied. But two chicks weren’t something as precious as him, they weren’t the company I needed. That’s why I just shook my head and sighed loudly.

“Nah, they’re probably busy anyway.”

“Then I can call Willie to come home with his girl..” He didn’t finish, since the look on my face stopped him. No, I didn’t want other couple to accompany me, they were going to fuck anyway and I’d be alone again. With nasty noises next to me. Noises that weren’t made by me and my handsome lover. “..or only Willie. You both are good at Fifa, aren’t you?”

“Yes Niall, whatever.” I didn’t have more strength in myself.

“Oh, come on..” He whined, which instantly reminded me about my inner needs. And the fact that he stood up and started making his way to me didn’t help at all. He kneeled down on the sofa, right next to my body. His arms rested next to my head and now he was hovering all over me. “You know this one is important, we’ve been planning this event for weeks now.” He was trying to make it up to me with his words. It’s not like it didn’t work – his voice was the best thing I could be listening to. But the idea of him, looking like the God he is, leaving me cuddled to my pillow for his presence seekers made me unhappy. Normally it wouldn’t this much, but I had issues and he had to deal with them. Which he knew damn well.

“I know, I know.” Despite being vulnerable underneath his strong scent and body I pressured my hands to stop melting because of him and, just do something. I untangled them from loads of fluffy material and brought them to his face. I gently touched his cheeks which made him smile immediately, oh Lord how I loved his smile. His eyes were sparkling, lips parted and teeth showing. Skin beside his eyebrows wrinkled a little and created something so beautiful I couldn’t resist kissing him.

I absolutely did not want to seem like a horny girlfriend. He would only laugh at me and leave quickly, making me feel embarrassed and angry. My lips barely touched his, Niall’s hot breath made his way all over my face and was keeping me in a warm bubble.

I struggled not to give in. It was so hard not to just hold him close and almost throw all of my frustration at him. Funny, how just his look made me feel. That’s why I had to pretend bored, tired or just stopped by my current mood and turn away from him. He gave my cheek gently kisses while I narrowed my eyes at the TV.

“Take a nap baby. You’re exhausted.” He pointed with the last kiss on my forehead. I was dying inside. He got up off me and adjusted his pants, which didn’t go unnoticed by my needy eyes. The waistband of his black boxers was slightly visible when he bent down to take his phone and keys from the coffee table. I got lost in my thoughts without his scent so close to me, I needed him. Needed to be as near as possible, with every breath and sharp move. I wanted him to notice my inner self right now, when he was standing in his freaking skinny jeans and a leather jacket.

He started to walk away. I almost panicked I won’t do anything on time, I was scared I’d miss such an occasion. I couldn’t resist the urge to be touched by his hands, kissed by his lips, caressed gently here and there or just the opposite. I didn’t care, I just wanted him to stay a little longer and make it up to me – the fact, that I won’t be able to do anything with him wearing the most sexy outfit I’ve ever seen on him. Maybe I’m exaggerating, but my thoughts were obvious. He looked to me like a sex God this evening and there was nothing you could do.

“Niall-“ I got up. I didn’t pull up my loosely hanging sweatpants, I didn’t cover my cleavage slipping out of my tank top. Blood was boiling in my veins, heart beating so fast I forgot what was my name. I almost tripped over my blanket and he saw it. He was smiling so wide at me I wanted to punch him. He acted like he was such an oblivious bastard. He had known me for more than three years and he still treated me like a child. I was his doll, he had me wrapped around his finger. And that was the moment, when my need of chocolate was nothing. Absolute zero in comparison with what I was seeing. His smirk made it all obvious, he knew what I meant. He crossed his arms and looked at me with such a curiosity. With no hesitation  anymore I pulled him to me by his jacket and showed him what I had in myself.

The kiss was so passionate I’d fall over if not his strong arms, finally where they belong. He held me by my waist tightly while my hands were all over his hair and back. Our lips worked in a perfect sync, yet it didn’t stop him from laughing. He started from giggling like a funny little school boy, but it wasn’t funny to me. It soon started to disturb me, that he couldn’t just shut his Irish beautiful mouth.

“H-honey, I need to leave,” he laughed again, “and you’re not helping!”

“It’s not my fault, Niall.” I held him forcefully by his clothes and started to go back to the backrest of the couch. “Why you had to wear like this, huh?” I couldn’t stop, I felt insanely good kissing him. My lips travelled down to his throat and that’s where my strength started showing up. I wasn’t his little baby anymore, since he decided to wear his plaid shirt. He couldn’t call me a kid, because I had a perfect view of his chest hair. I needed to be treated equally, with the right of having power. That’s why I decided not to give in and continue giving him hickeys like mad. If he looked like this in black skinny jeans, he might as well wanted do complete his badass look by having a proof of a naughty girlfriend. “Come on, baby. I know you love touching my body.” I was trying to convince him so bad. “You like when I’m whining and begging for more.” He groaned. This made me instantly his, I couldn’t think straight and didn’t know if I was able to continue my confident game. I wanted to, though. He deserved it.

“You’re gonna pay for my boner.” He snapped at me, attacking my lips once again. That’s when I was the one who was smiling. I knew he loved kissing me and it was making him beyond excited, so I moved my hands to his abdomen and caressed his tensed muscles. They discovered his delicate skin, now trembling under my touch. He had power over my mouth, but my hands were somewhere else. It made me feel even more sure of my every move. I wanted him badly and I was going to get him.

“Then let’s do something with it.” I offered between his licks of my lips and moved my hands downwards. I unfastened his zipper and touched him through the black material. He wanted to slide his pants off, but I stopped him and brought his hands to my waistband instead. I could say he was confused, I just stopped him from doing something obvious. “Please, have them on. Just take him out of your boxers.” I moaned. How could I not, I just asked him to fuck me with all of his clothes on. That was like a dream coming true, dream made barely a few minutes earlier.

I hadn’t known exactly what was happening. My head was spinning, I didn’t know where to focus my eyes – on his beautiful flushed face, amazing clothed body or his hands, that started to take off my sweats with my panties. He had me seated on the backrest, with legs spread and glued to his back. I held his neck so he couldn’t be too far away from me. I needed his intimacy, our mixed breaths and swears. That was something intoxicating, it made me moan even louder than I thought I could.

“You’re such a terrible girlfriend.” He started laughing, when he was pumping himself right next to my main ache.

“And why is that?” Now I was laughing too. When I had known what was about to happen, I couldn’t care less.

“You know damn well why.” He growled and entered me slowly. He had to hold me by my hip and keep his balance on the black sofa. His forehead rested on my shoulder and we both started breathing loudly. My hands were now on his bum, holding tightly to his black jeans and making sure they won’t fell off.

I loved the way he was moving. His hips worked so hard on keeping the same pace all the time, but eventually he started to speed up. And I was beyond content with his lips kissing my neck, hands touching my buttcheeks and lower abdomen hitting my pelvis.

He was in such a rush, like the true Niall he is. He didn’t waste his time, he wanted to get what he deserved. His upper body held me with love and affection but no lack of bites here and there, while his thrusts were good enough to make me see angels. He was so thirsty we probably looked like we didn’t have sex in ages, but it was just the way it should be. It had always been this way and it was absolutely okay. The fact, that he fucked me in his clothes though, wasn’t okay. It was unbelievably amazing.

“Oh my god, I love you” I managed to whisper to his jaw and then kiss it again and again.  Then I screamed out his name once or twice and tried to calm my breath, while he was doing his last thrusts. His face stopped at mine with a few long, sloppy kisses. We stayed still, our foreheads still touching as we laughed slightly.

“Fuck, baby” He was out of his breath. He looked like after running couple of kilometers, which made me able to redo his hair. With smile full of content I ruffled his hair and made it look still good.

“You look like sex” I kissed him once more and took off my tank top to wipe his shaft with it. He stared at my black bra and then kissed my hair.

“Well, don’t you say..” His laugh was precious. Unforgettable. “Are they visible?” he pointed at his throat covered with four bloody red hickeys.

“Of course they are.” I smiled like a proud girl. “Now you’re ready. You look sexy and every woman knows you had some. But don’t you dare think you can have more in the club, sweetie.” I warned, but kissed him slowly.

“You’re such a badass,” He zipped his jeans and adjusted so that everything looked normal. “and I love it.”