niall smut

MASTERLIST

** = contains sexual content. 18+ readers please!!

Niall 

  1. Loyal**                                                                
  2. Family Time
  3. Sick (request)                                                       
  4.  First Time Meeting (part 1)
  5. Backstage Pass (part 2) 
  6. Date of A Lifetime (part 3)
  7. Skype Sessions (part 4)
  8. Finally Returning Home (part 5)
  9. Brand New Start (part 6)
  10. Birthday Surprise** (request)
  11. Too Much** (request) 
  12. Last Night (request)
  13. Car Ride**
  14. FaceTime**                                                            
  15. Jealousy                                                             
  16. Graduation**                                                       
  17. Drunk **                                                               
  18. Interview**                                                              
  19. Award Show**                                                         
  20. Holiday (request)**                                                 
  21. Your Secret Location**                                      
  22. Piercing (request)                                               
  23. Good Morning**                                                  
  24. The Big Day                                                                    
  25. Honeymoon** (part 2 of The Big Day)
  26. Embarrassed (request)
  27. Lazy Afternoons**
  28. Movie Nights
  29. A Sweet Surprise 
  30. Conversations (request)
  31. Nervous  (request)                                                                                                  
  32. CMA 2017
  33. On Stage Surprise** 
  34. Bad Liar 
  35. Massages**
  36. Weddings**
  37. Christmas With The Horans  
  38. Christmas With The Horans part 2 **
  39. Grammys (request) 
  40. Coming To Visit

Harry

  1. A Trip To The Dentist 
  2. Secretive 
  3. Wanting A Baby
  4. Jamaica**
  5. An Angel**
  6. Office Christmas Party 
  7. Locked Out (request) 
  8. Self Conscious ** (request) 
  9. Carpool Harry-oke (request)
  10. Cheating** (request)
  11. Wedding Of A Lifetime
  12. Dirty Lyrics
  13. Stay The Night (part 2 of Dirty Lyrics)
  14. He’s The One **(part 3 of Dirty Lyrics) 
  15. PDA (part 4 of Dirty Lyrics)
  16. Big News (request)
  17. Christmas 
  18. Hospitalized (request)
  19. Shopping
  20. Heart Rate (request)
  21. Dance Floor** (request) 
  22. Stuck In The Cold 
  23. Keeping It A Secret
  24. Red Carpet and Award Shows**
  25. Sneak Up**
  26. Pressure
  27. First Movie Role*
  28. Unexpected Surprises 
  29. High School Sweethearts
  30. Prom
  31. Swimming Lessons
  32. Weekend Lovin’
  33. A Day In The Park 
  34. BRITs
  35. Migraines 
  36. A Lovely Small Wedding
  37. Please Don’t Leave
  38. Shower Playlist 
  39. Protective
  40. Revealing**
  41. “Don’t You Dare Shut Me Out”
  42. “Have I Done Something Wrong?”
  43. “It’s 2 In The Morning”
  44. Mug Shot 
  45. Shout Out
  46. Meeting Your Daughter 
  47. Say Yes To The Dress
  48. Vocal Rest**
  49. Helpful Hand 
  50. Mine, Forever**
  51. Wedding Thoughts
  52. A Person In The Crowd **
  53. Lessons**
  54. Tour Surprise  (part: 2,3)
  55. Pool Day
  56. Late Night Swim**
  57. Celeb Crush
  58. Early Morning**
  59. Birth
  60. Melted Chocolate**
  61. Relaxing In Italy
  62. Cabo (part: 2**)
  63. Law School Graduate

Alex (Dunkirk)

  1. Reunited (part: 2**)
  2. I Missed You
  3. Adjusting 

Full Legth Fics 

Unfaithful** (part: 2, 3, 45, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33)

Office Hours** (part: 2, 3)

Fancy Seeing You Here (part: 2, 3)

Ice Cream Parlor (part: 2)

Just a movie, babe (S.M. smut)

A/N: Okay i actually got myself aroused while writing oh my gawd! its smutty as fuck. ENJOY!


Shawn’s P.O.V.

I unlock the door and open it, and before I can even get a foot in the door I hear Y/n’s voice yelling.

“Shawn! oh thank god” not a second later i see her running towards the door…towards me terror on her face. I drop my jacket and keys so she can run into my arms. “WHAT! Whats the matter babe!?” I ask, panic in my voice. She wraps her arms around my neck and hold her tighter than i’ve ever held anything in my life. 

“I just watched that movie with that psycho hockey player!” she cried out….her face is still hidden my neck but I let go of her waist. My facial expression instantly changes from anxious to blank. 

“Friday the 13th” I correct her. 

“yeaaah. oh my god i’m so glad you’re home Shawnie i was so scared here alone” she whimpers. “get off of me” I chuckle, backing away from her and picking up the items I dropped a second ago. 

“what? nooo you’re suppose to protect me!” she gasped. “From…Netflix? its just a movie babe” I shake my head and make my way the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “for a second there i thought you were a good boyfriend” she pouts while locking the door and walking into the kitchen after me. I look down at her and she rolls her eyes, taking the water bottle from my hands and drinking a sip. “For a second there i thought you were actually in danger. And would a bad boyfriend let you steal their water?” I smirk before taking the bottle back. I take a sip but almost spill some on myself when pokes me in the side.

“jerk! id like to see you sit through a scary movie without feeling the least bit paranoid” she challenged.

“Let’s watch one tonight then”

“Hell no! i’m already freake-”

“I’m here now so I wont let a hockey player or anyone else get my girl” I know she loves it when I call her that. I see her fighting back the smile it always causes. “okay fine but i swear to god if you try to scare me later on i’m going to strangle you” she squints her eyes to try and intimidate me but all it does is make it even harder for me to take her serious. She so short and doe eyed, its really hard for me to be scared of her. 

45 minutes later

“Shawn you’re supposed to be watching this” she giggled pushing my hand away from her thigh. “Id rather be doing this though” I smirk, moving my hand back to her leg and leaving a wet kiss on her collarbone. She sighs with a smile and crosses her arms. “i shouldn’t let you even sit on the same couch as me considering you told me to get off of you earlier” she teased

“haha y/n” I started “but remember what happened before that?”

“You were holding me?” she guessed, looking over at me.

“Yeah. I thought something was wrong and that-….I don’t know” I ran a hand through my hair, reliving that moment when my heart felt like it was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

What would you have done if there was a real killer in here?” she questioned. 

“I usually say violence isn’t the answer but I guess i’d have to kill him” I laugh. I see her eyes turn a bit darker and she took a deep breath. “….did that turn you on or something?” I joke. She doesn’t verbally answer but she guides my hand back to her thigh, and then further up to one of my favorite places on her body. I start rubbing her thought her pajama shorts and judging by how soft she feels right now, i’m one hundred percent positive she isn’t wearing panties. 

She bites her lip and whimpers while pressing my hand harder into her. With her other hand she pulls her shorts to the side and waits for me to do the rest. I rub for a few more seconds to make sure she’s absolutely dripping for me.

I finally have her where I want her and by now she’s almost at her peak. I take two of my fingers and wet them in my mouth before sliding them inside her. Her mouth is hanging open, a look of disbelief on her face. “sh- shawaann” she gasped. I shake my head “I know I know, that was really dirty” I chuckle, still pumping in and out of her.

 “mmm baby you..you’ve never done that…that was h-hot” she struggled through her moans. “fuck” I grunt before pulling away from her and undoing my belt and zipper quicker than I ever have before. Without me having to tell her, she swung a leg over me and pulled her shorts to the side once again. She pulls my hard-on out of my boxers and runs her thumb over the head of it. 

“aahh baby..fuck ride me” I groan

She sinks down on me, the material of her shorts are out of the way but still add some friction every time she comes back down. Her hands find my hair and I can feel my climax building with every stroke. My hands grip her ass and i help move her up and down. “nnh shawnie right there..” she whimpers. I guide her face to my neck and she begins nibbling at my jaw line. She picks up the pace for a second before pulling me out almost all the way. She’s teasing me

“ don’t you fucking stop y/n” I growl in her ear. She starts to grind again but this time, she starts to lose her rhythm. She’s close, so am I.

“i’m almost there baby oooh fuck…yes” she nods at me and i’m assuming she feels the same. Just when I feel her clench around me, I lose it. I throw my head back and squeeze her ass just enough to make her really feel it.

  I’m moaning out her name along with a list of profanities, she’s riding out her high and when I glance down I can see her biting on her finger. I could cum again just watching her. My breathing evens out and even though we’ve both finished, she’s still slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and kisses me with so much passion, it makes me smile. 

I just love her so much.

I grab her waist to stop her movements because my dick is way too sensitive right now. “another go?” she chirps. “give me like 20 minutes babe”

We laugh and she pulls herself off of me, shifting her attention to the tv to catch the last scene of that damn movie.

Make Daddy Proud

A/N: ” harrys girl who has a HELLA MAJOR PRAISE KINK!!!!!!! plz and thank uuu”  Enjoy!

  “Harry! I got a ninety-seven!” I heard Y/n squeal from the living room. “Way to go, babe!” I praise and quickly place the shirt i just folded into my drawer. I laugh to myself and make my way over to where she was. I turn the corner and see her standing in front of the coffee table with her phone in her hand, she had been refreshing her email all afternoon. She’d studied for thirteen hours straight prior to this exam so, one can only assume she wanted this very badly. Before she realizes i’m in the room, I scoop her up in my arms and spin her around. 

  “i’m so proud of you” I mutter, my face nuzzled between her neck and shoulder. She takes my face in her hands and looks me in the eyes. “Did I make daddy proud?” She squints at me. I throw my head back, laughing. Y/n giggles as I set her back down to stand on her own. She sits her phone down on the table before turning back to me. 

  “Of course you did, you’ve always been daddy’s little star.” I wink.

  She raises an eyebrow and starts to play with the hair and the nape of my neck. My hand travels down from the middle of her back to lift up the hem of her shirt and gently run my nails against the skin of her hips. She hisses and touches her forehead to mine. “How come you never reward me, then?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip. 

“A lip bite? Very original” I tease.

 Y/n smirks and reaches her hand between our faces. She brushes her thumb over my lip “I could always bite yours, would that be more exciting?”

  She ignited a fire in me with a single sentence. I sigh, not only because I felt myself getting harder by the second, but because she had made me feel like a teenager again. All she did was was ask me a risque question and i’m already as hard as a rock. Sadly, I can’t say this is the first time its happened. She glances up at me through her lashes and waits for my response. “Why don’t you help me find more ways to make you proud, yeah?” she suggests, gesturing for me to sit on the couch. I know where this is going. That particular look in her eyes is a look i’ve seen before. Pupils dilated, lips nice and wet, breath shallow.

She gets down on her knees in front of me and wastes no time dragging my sweatpants down. I’m not wearing boxers today, I figured we would get a little hot and bothered at some point today (it being our only free day this week, and all) and I wanted to make the process less tedious. I’m thanking myself a million times internally. I take my shirt off rather quickly, my eyes glued to her, anticipating her next move.

  Y/n doesn’t bother pulling the trousers all the way off of my legs, she lets them pool at my feet. She takes my cock in her small hands kisses the tip, she lets some spit dribble out and onto the head before swiping over it with her thumb. The very same thumb she had used to toy with my lip not too long ago. I can’t stop the hiss that slips out, today is not a good day to prolong the foreplay. I very well might cum before the good stuff starts.

  She takes notice of my sensitivity to her touch and cuts to the chase, lowering her mouth down on me. Her tongue laps at the veins of my shaft and she knows how to apply just the right amount of pressure with her teeth. I feel them graze me as she brings her head back up to my tip. 

‘ah fuck..that’s good baby” I pant. She whimpers on me, her hand squeezing the base of me. She loves when I praise her….this could be fun. I decide to take it up a notch. What harm could a little more motivation do? 

“shit baby i- mm fuck you take such good care of your man, don’t you?” 

She nods lightly, my dick still lodged in her pretty mouth. I reach down and caress her cheek with my finger. “so fucking good, princess” I groan. She’s enjoying this. I can tell by how her eyes light up every time I speak. “You’re licking me with the same tongue you use to give th-those big speeches at school” I started, her eyebrows furrow. She has no clue where i’m going with this but continues to bob her head up and down. 

“That mouth is pure gold in and outside of the bedroom….you please daddy in every single way” This seems to do it for her. She lifts her mouth off of me and stands up to take down her yoga pants. 

“Come on” is all she spits out at me before walking towards the bedroom. I jump up, kicking my own pants off.

When i enter the room, I see her lying down on the bed, her panties around her ankles. She’s rubbing herself with one hand and beckoning me over to her with the other. I stride over to the bed, tugging at myself as I do so. “You getting ready fo’ me?” I ask her, she nods quickly. She seems so excited and i can’t hide the smile spreading across my face. I climb on the bed and toss her pink panties somewhere behind me, she doesn’t hesitate to open her legs up for me. Welcoming me in, inviting me. 

I decide to skip the foreplay and get right to business. I run my swollen head up her slick folds, forcing an incredibly loud moan from her when I stop to tap on her clit with my member. I let out a breath I didn’t know i was holding when she pushes her shirt over her breasts and begins to knead at them. I line my tip up at her entrance and push in slowly, making sure she can feel my every ridge. She arches her back when I fill her completely, stretching her to no end.

“You’re taking daddy so well baby” I groan out. I lean down to suck on her neck. “K-keep talking, Harry” she pleads. I kiss my way up to her ear and nip at her lobe a bit, filling her to the peak with every stroke. “You always get so wet fo’ me” I slow down a bit, it appears that all this praise is starting to get to me as well. I sit back up and hike her knee up so I can thrust even deeper than before. This time, I can feel her walls squeezing me, I also feel myself pulsating inside her. I’m getting close.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby ahh…ooh yes” I hiss. My thrusts are noticeably unsteady at this point but i’m fighting it. I want to make sure she finishes first and judging by the way she’s clenching around me, she’s just as close as I am if not closer.

“fuck harry oh!….mmh please” her hands are scraping at my forearms that stand on either side of her head, making it harder for me to hold myself up. I place my hands on the head board and pull out of her almost completely before rolling my hips back in to meet hers. Again and again and again until I have her body trembling beneath mine. She’s begging me not to stop. She’s pleading for me to cum with her, and my body betrayed me by obeying her orders. The muscles in my abdomen tighten and I clench my jaw shut.

”cum for me ahhh….f-fuck that’s a good girl ”

I feel my toes curl as the white sensation builds up. 

Then it hits me like a wave. “ooh Y/n fuck yes..fuck baby yess ahh” I cum in long, hot spurts with her still tightening around my cock. I kiss her slowly feeling my heart return to its natural rhythm. I lean up and move her hair from her face before dipping down to kiss her nose. “That was intense “ She laughed. I nod, still a bit winded. I pull out of her and grab one of the clean shirts from the pile I was folding earlier; I use it wipe us both clean. Thankfully, we didn’t soil the sheets this time so I happily climb under the covers and wait for her to do the same. She rests her head on my tattooed swallow and tangles her legs up with mine. 

“All this because of a test, I wish you would score this high all the time” I tease.

“Yeah? Well I wish you would finish folding the laundry…” she snickered

anonymous asked:

So like...how do you think Niall would react to seeing you wrapped up in a towel fresh out of the shower? Like, if you guys hadn't had sex yet, and you were just staying at his place and needed a shower? (Because he probably forced you to play footie with him)

x

A/N: it’s 2:30am and this is completely unedited. Fair warning.


Manual Labor

“I don’t want to be an ass….but don’t you have, um, people to do this?”

Niall snorted out a laugh from where he was splayed on his stomach in the grass, pulling weeds and stray leaves from beneath the bushes along his fence. “Aww c’mon, a little manual labor will do ya good. Don’t be such a pansy ass.”

I stood up and pulled the hem of my ratty shirt up to wipe the sweat and grime off my forehead. As I dropped the soft fabric back down I caught Niall’s eyes as they shifted quickly back down to the piles of brown, crunchy leaves in front of him.

“See something you like, Horan?” I smirked and popped my hip towards him, shaking my bum slightly in my running shorts.

“Piss off.  I’ve been so busy with tour and promo I haven’t pulled in forever.  What t’hell am I supposed to do when I see a flash of skin on a fit girl?”  

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so fresh so clean

okay so heres a quick niall imagine collab done by me and @squirrely83 . it was a convo that turned dirty and we thought we should share our misery with all of you! 

inspired by this glorious selfie:

its all about the freshly showered blowjob, yall :) enjoy!

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Masterlist

Series (3+ parts):

Pink - Harry Styles Series (COMPLETE): Sweet Creature, Carolina, Ever Since New York, Woman, Sign of the Times, Meet Me in the Hallway, Kiwi, From the Dining Table, Two Ghosts, Only Angel.

Strangers (Harry): Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four.

Unlikely Love (Harry): Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four.

Oneshots:

Harry Smut:

One and Only 

Home

Late Nights (Part Two)

Late Nights

Just Friends

I Need You

Be Good For Daddy 

Stockholm Syndrome

Caught in the Act (Part Two)  

Caught in the Act

Just Another Fangirl 

Hotel Hook-Up (Part Two)   

Hotel Hook-Up

These Scars Make Us Who We Are 

Completely Fucked Out 

Please Stay? 

Dance in the Mirror  

Friends or Lovers? 

Golf Can Wait 

Wish You Were Here 

Scream It Baby      

Shower Disaster  

It’s Like You’re A Drug (Snow White Part Two)

Snow White 

No One Else But You 

Sinking 

Sunday Morning 

Lace and Leather 

Mine 

PDA

Good Morning Beautiful 

The Bridge 

Harry Fluff: 

Granola

They’ll Learn

Periods, Pads, and Pain  

Until The Day I Die 

Roadtrip

Fireworks 

Niall Smut:

Greedy

You’re my Last

One Night Stand 

Love to Hate 

Sounds Like A Plan

The Wait is Over 

That Was Fun   

Louis Smut:

Rivals 

You’re Mine Now 

Getting Even 

Liam Smut:

Forever 

Savior 

Liam Fluff:

No Funny Business 

Um, I love you. 

Breakfast in Bed 

Friends 

Lazy Day With Liam 

Zayn:

Rainy Day 

Teenage Dream 

I Think I Like The Green Eyed Monster 

Narry Smut:

The Wait is Over 

Zarry Smut:

Seeing Double 

Ziall Smut:

Shots Shots Shots! 

Ziam Smut:

Three’s Company 

Zianourry Smut:

The Domino Effect 

Something More

A little something I’ve been working on for a bit. Finally got around to string the parts together :) Hope everyone enjoys. x

This blurb is emotional and does have a slight mention of smut, so please read with discretion. (Also this gif… extremely accurate for this lol)


Like most accidents, it was unexpected.

It wasn’t a tragic one, and the only person that was directly affected by it was you. And perhaps a few million, broken hearted fans across the globe. But like any other accident, in it’s own regards, it was a catastrophe for you.

Rationality was thrown out of your mind when you looked up from your phone with a sigh, standing up straight rather than leaning against the cart full of groceries that had yet to be loaded onto the belt. There was a line of people behind you and three more people in front of you, and all of them looked like they were at their wits ends as well.

You knew from your turtle pace browsing that there were more than three employees in the entire supermarket, yet they were nowhere in sight. Probably hiding in the back room to avoid the angry crowd of patrons. You glance back down at your phone and exit out of the game you’d been playing (and losing) for the last 10 minutes, shoving it into the pocket of your hoodie. It’s heavy and flops the fabric of the pocket forward. The line moves forward and you crane up on your tiptoes to see that it’s inched up far enough for the lady at the top of the line to start loading her groceries. As you scoot forward, holding back a laugh at the sighs and remarks of joy and exhaustion from shoppers behind you, your eyes dart curiously over the rack of chocolate bars and sleazy celebrity magazines. You bite the inside of your cheek as impulse floods your mind and you reach over to throw your favorite chocolate bar into the cart, but before you can pull back far enough- you spot 10 familiar letters in a pattern that makes your heart flutter and pound at the same time.

His name.

And it’s too late for you to not pay attention to the hideous yellow font that’s 10 times the size it should be. The graphic designer of the rag magazine should be sued, you think, as you reach over and snatch the magazine out of the rack. You rest it against the handle of your cart and squint at the writing, as if it’s suddenly changed in the last five seconds and your mind was playing a cruel, deceiving trick on you. But the headline is there, bold and screaming at you with a blurry photo of him in clothes you most definitely recognize since you know you’ve worn that shirt of his before.

“Niall Horan’s new girl…”

You gulp, your vision blurring and not bothering to read on even though there’s only a few words. Your heart is hammering as you flip the magazine open with shaky hands and slide your index finger down the table of contents, spotting his name again and flipping to the page as quickly as you can without ripping the bloody pages.

But when you finally do get to the wretched page, you feel sick. There’s a collage of photos similar to the one on the cover, blurry and pixelated which makes you realize that the person taking them was most likely on the move trying to capture what they did. But despite the quality, you’d recognize those hands and that hat anywhere. Even in the stadiums he’s sold out. There’s cartoon like bubbles with pink and blue font variation probably providing tidbits on the rendezvous he’s been photographed on, but you can’t bring yourself to read them. Besides, you’re focused on how his hand is on her lower back and around her waist and how his face is pressed against her shoulder. You grip the magazine a bit tighter with each photo you take in, it’s your way of asking yourself for a pinch to confirm that isn’t a cough medicine induced bad dream that you’re having. They’re on the street outside some place with a limo waiting a few feet away, the flash illuminating them in the darkness of the night.

And there’s one shot on the center of the right page that practically makes your heart stop there in the supermarket aisle, because you’ve stared into those deep, deep blue eyes so many times before that you reckon there won’t be a day in your life that you don’t get lost in their depths.

You only tear your gaze away when the elderly man in line behind you grunts, “Oi! Move forward then, love. Got places to go.”

You flip the magazine shut wordlessly and shove it back into its stand with one hand as you push your cart forward with the other,  your heart hammering in your chest and your entire body feeling entirely hot. It’s like you’re a young school girl who has been made fun of on the playground all over again.

****

The funny thing about journalism, scratch that, sleazy excuses for stories is that the print stories can be found online too. So after you’ve loaded your groceries into your car in a daze and locked the doors, you reach under your seat and slide it back and then take your phone out and pull the article up on your phone.

This time, you make it through the first paragraph of typing on the page before your stomach lurches and you scroll through the gallery of photos again. Even though your screen is small compared to the print version that was in your hands a few minutes ago, this way you’re allowed to zoom in and really get a closer look.

After the first two pictures you clear the tab from your screen and to be safe from your temptation,  you clear your search history before fixing your seat and starting the car. You only notice how hard you’re gripping to the steering wheel when you pull up to a stop light near your flat, your knuckles protruding angrily against your skin.

It just doesn’t make any sense. Niall’s got his fair share of bad press over the years, but in comparison to his other bandmates he’s not been branded too harshly by the media. And even when there was a rare chance that a story or photos leaked, he would always have an explanation. It was usually funny, or completely angry, but he always told you. Your relationship was funny like that, he was and still is your very best friend. But this… incident, he hadn’t said a single word to you about it. And although he didn’t owe you an explanation, you wanted one. When it came to Niall, you couldn’t help yourself, you were a bit selfish.

And then a familiar loop of thoughts starts running through your mind, like a broken tape recorder that just won’t eject the damn cassette. It’s a conversation you’ve had with yourself over and over again. You should have never gotten involved with Niall physically. Especially when you had already fallen for him so hard. But a drunken celebration for the completion of Flicker had led to you two to be the last ones at the party and him taking you back to his place- his bed, and keeping you there for the entirety of the weekend. Once became twice which became more frequent and soon enough going to your best friend’s house no longer meant watching tv and drinking beer until one of you fell asleep. It meant going through a box of condoms and ordering takeout and wearing his clothes and learning all his ticks, like how he loved when you kissed under his jaw, and that he wasn’t opposed to you riding him- but he liked having you under him more. That if you got up to pee he would whine like a baby until you came back and cuddled into his chest.

But most of all, it meant walking the line of friends with benefits so dangerously that you’ve currently got nine toes on the other side of it and you’re banking on the one to carry you through.

By now you’ve pulled into your driveway and the sky is starting to darken. You turn your car off and take the key out, letting it drop to your lap with a clunk while you reach your hands up and let your face rest against your palms. You give yourself a harsh pep talk on getting it together before he gets here later for your weekly dinner, a tradition that had come long before the benefits had.

You groan loudly, the sound vibrating in the silent air of your car before you pull on the door handle and shove it open.

*****

But despite the fact that Niall is with you, and more specifically in you, the only think you can focus on is how badly those photos burned you and how selfish it is of you to want him to spend all his time with you.  You want him all to yourself and that’s not something that’s attainable, and from there the same old downward spiral starts and while you stewed with your own thoughts over the last couple hours before he came over, you came to the painful realization that this arrangement is all you will ever be to him.

So when he playfully grabs your hips after you two finish putting the dishes away you practically jump on him and it takes him a moment but then he’s mirroring your messy kisses and tugging your leg around his waist and suddenly you’re clinging to him as he takes the familiar path to your bedroom. You want him close for as long as you can have him, and now with him hovering over you and you two under your warm covers, his thrusts in a nice rhythm as your arms and legs cling to his body, you think you’ve accomplished that.

But even though your back is arching and Niall’s buried his face in your neck with his hands trying to keep your hips still long enough for him to get deep,  it’s not quite close enough. Niall says something against the skin of your neck, but you can’t make it out over your pants and his grunts. You do feel a nip of his teeth against your skin and it’s an immediate catalyst for tears to begin to sting your eyes and you snap them shut in hopes to keep them at bay, your arm tightens around Niall’s broad shoulders and the other grips desperately at his hair. There’s no way you can let yourself break down in front of him,  let alone in bed.

But Niall knows you, and very well at that, and he can tell something’s off. He’s not a cocky man by nature, but he’s done this enough times with you to know when you’re feeling it. You’ve got a habit of moaning that he quite enjoys but today you’ve been quiet as a mouse. He can feel you clenching around him but your usual need for kisses right before you get there is nowhere to be found. In fact, he realizes this entire time you’ve kept his face pressed against your neck.

He slows his hips down and he can feel yours hurriedly rising up to keep him going at a steady pace. He lifts his face up as far as you’ll let him, his brunette tufts of hair all over the place from you pulling at it, “Baby, ya alright? Hey.. slow down..” he mumbles, voice raspy in your ear.

“I’m fine. Don’t stop,” you command quickly, clinging to him and biting down as hard as you can on your bottom lip.

And he would’ve believed you if your voice hadn’t quivered.

He pulls out of your hold quickly, his confused eyes darting to your face as he props himself up on his palms to get a better look at you. Your hands trail down his back trepidly. The lamp in your room gives off just the right amount of glow for him to spot the glistening of the angry, hot trails of tears streaming down your face.

“Fuck, why ya crying? Did I hurt you?” Niall feels his heart clench, wracking his brain at whether or not he was going too fast or hard.

His questions resonate in the air and when you blink,  it only pushes out more tears from your brilliant eyes and he pulls out of you completely, his fear winning out over his patience for you to reply. But he doesn’t miss the way you whimper, almost pitifully when he does. His hard cock lays against the inside of your thigh and you let your head fall back against your pillow in defeat.

You close your eyes again cause you can’t stand the look he’s giving you, although you know he means no harm from it. You need to stay something, anything to get him to calm down. You tried so hard to keep it together and you’ve got no reason to be upset in the first place, but you’re just so damn frustrated with yourself.

“Angel… talk t’me, please. You’re scaring me,”  Niall pleads, his voice honeylike. You feel his calloused yet gentle fingers wiping at your tears and you take a deep breath before letting your eyes flutter open.

“It’s stupid,” you whisper stubbornly, peering up at him with a solemn look.

“Not if it’s got ya this upset, love. Was it me?” Niall asks, gulping before he asks you the last question.

“No, no.. I… “ you trail off, focusing your gaze on his chin rather than his eyes, “You didn’t hurt me like that.” You’re honest to a fault around Niall. It’s just another effect he has on you.

Niall is quiet for a moment before he shuffles onto his forearms to be closer to you, your covers rustling around his movements. “How did I hurt ya then?” He sounds relieved but his voice still has a distinct hardness to it.

It’s literally now or never so you keep your gaze focused where it is and your voice is soft as you start talking, “I… I was at the supermarket today and I saw your name on one of those trashy magazines and there was pictures of you and.. And some girl,” your voice wavers and you clear your throat before continuing on, “And I know I shouldn’t trust those photos and those magazines but… it really hurt.”

You exhale deeply, like a weight has been lifted off your heart.

Niall is dead silent though and you can see his jaw clench out of your peripheral vision.

Fuck.

You swallow, trying to fix it, “I know what this is between us and I know I’m not really the type of girl you’d ever consider dating anyway so just forget it. I’m sorry I freak-”

Niall flinches away from you a bit, his warm arms no longer pressed next to your sides. You lick your lips as a reaction even though you can feel your heart splintering at what just happened. He looks down at you like he doesn’t even recognize you.

“Ya think you’re just sex t’me? Is that what you think of me? Of yourself? ” He asks incredulously.

You open your mouth to answer but he doesn’t give you a chance, “I don’t ever want t’hear something so fuckin’ crazy come out of your mouth ever again. Ya hear me?”

You nod once and Niall gives you a hard stare for a moment before before his exterior crumbles. He reaches a hand up and pushes your sweaty hair off the spot where it’s sticking to your forehead, lowering his face to press a hard, lingering kiss there.

When he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are soft. “Angel, I know this is complicated but I need ya to know this, you and me, it’s more than just sleeping together. You’re one of my best friends, yeah?”

You nod in agreement as his hand cups your cheek to keep your gaze focused on his.

But even being his best friend doesn’t prepare you for what Niall says to you next.

He leans closer and brushes his nose against yours softly, “You’re smart, and beautiful, and fucking incredible…Baby, do you know how lucky I feel every time you let me make love to ya?”

Your voice is a bare whisper when you finally bring yourself to respond, “What?”

Niall nods, his forehead against yours.  He’s grown soft against your thigh but his entire focus is on you. “You heard me. Get to be with my best friend in the best way and every time I feel like the luckiest man on the planet.” The look in his eyes makes you think that he knows you better than you know yourself.

“Stop,” you mumble, because there’s no way he’s serious.

Niall pulls back and his eyebrows are furrowed, “M’not gonna stop, angel. I’m sorry if I made ya feel like you were anything less to me. And those photos… fuck, love, that girl was drunk out of her mind and her agent just left her there at that party. She stopped me on the way out and said something about being a big fan so I put her in her car.  That’s it, I swear.”

Of course that was it. The explanation, one that you’ve been driving yourself mad over, is so simple and so Niall.

“I like you. I mean, I really like you Niall,” you say, the words slipping out of your lips with surprising ease.

Niall gives you a sweet smile, his thumb passing over the corner of your lips, “I like you too, love. A lot.”

You squirm beneath him, curiously raising your brows at him, “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Niall sighs, running his hand through his hair, “I don’t know.  Just thought you wouldn’t want to deal with everything that comes with dating me. People are brutal and m’gone so much… just want you t’always have the best.”

You sigh, reaching your hand up to scratch at the side of his hair and Niall practically purrs in response, leaning into your touch. “You know, for best friends we’re really shit at communicating.”

Niall laughs loudly, turning his face and rubbing his stubble against your palm and then kissing it softly, “Suppose we are.”

“Niall, I can handle it. You are the best, and I want you..” you say softly.

Niall smirks at that, “Me girl wants me, hmm?”

You nod and giggle and he leans down to cradle your head with his massive hands before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You sigh into them and soon your lips are moving with ease against his, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s soft and gentle and it’s like both of you are home again.

Niall pulls away and presses a kiss to your cheek and then another to your lips before he moves to get up off you.

You lean up on your elbows and frown, “Where are you going, mister?”

Niall pulls his boxers on and grabs his shirt off the floor before leaning over you on the bed, his palms pressing into the covers, “I’m going to go make us some of that cocoa you love while you pick a film.” He holds his shirt up and you lift your arms. He pulls it over you with ease and presses a kiss to your head when it pops out the top.

“But, shouldn’t we..?” You trail off, glancing down and then back up at him.

Niall shakes his head, “Not tonight, love. Just want to hold ya, yeah?” It’s a bit backhanded considering you two had been so close to finishing, but he knows what he’s doing.

You give him a blissful smile, “Okay. Sounds good.”

Niall threads his fingers through your hair to pull it back away from your face and tilts your face up so he can kiss you one last time before heading towards your kitchen.

And from there on out, you got to be as selfish as you wanted with him.