“…but I was thinking, maybe we should-Hello, the earth is
calling Y/N. Anyone home?” Justin waved his hands in front of Y/N’s face. She
quickly focused her eyes on his face. “Mhm?” she mumbled.
“Where did I lose you?” he asked curiously, wondering what
was on her mind. They were discussing which movie they’re going to watch.
“Um, you were saying something about, um, the girl on the
train? You said you would like to watch it, since you liked the book so much.”
she spoke unsurely, wondering if he even spoke of that. She knows they had that
conversation few days ago, but did he mentioned it today, she wasn’t certain.
As a respond he giggled. She joined him, she loved when he
would giggle, his eyes would nearly shut, his smile would grow so big and the
sound was just like an angel was laughing.
“So I’ve lost you like three days ago. I didn’t even
mentioned it today. FYI I was telling you about this new movie “Don’t Breath”,
but now I’m very interested what was on your mind.” His smile grew even wider,
he looked like he caught her in some kind of embarrassing action, and he
actually did, without even knowing. She could feel hotness spreading around her
face, she knew she looked as red as a tomato. She buried her face into her
That made Justin giggle even more. “Oh don’t tell me that you
were picturing me naked?” he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew it would make her
blush even more, and he just couldn’t resist but tease her. “You know, you
could’ve just asked, I would even put a show for you.”
She immediately lifted her head up and yelled giggling “NO”
her cheeks were dark red. She once again covered her face.
“So you don’t want me to put on a show for you?” Justin
placed his left hand over his chest, pretending he’s hurt. “I am deeply offended,
He couldn’t keep a
straight face, not around her. She was just so embarrassed, it was the cutest
thing ever. He extended his arms to her. “Come”
She shyly moved from her place on the couch and sat onto his
lap. She buried her face into crotch of his neck. He chuckled once again, and
so did she. “Now will you tell me what you were thinking about, if it wasn’t me
She took a deep breath. She had some thoughts on this, and
how to explain it to him, without him getting hurt. She moved her face from his
neck and looked deeply into his eyes. By now, his face wasn’t all giggly and
happy anymore, it was rather serious.
“Y/N, what is it? You’re scaring me.” he looked concerned. She
placed her hands on his chest and started playing with the shirts fabric.
“No, no, it’s nothing that serious, you don’t have to be
worried. I just. Ugh, I don’t know how to say this. You know I’m not good at
this things.” His face lightened up a little bit.
“So you where picturing me naked.”
“No I was not.”
“Well then you were picturing us having sex.” Her cheeks
went red once again. “So you were. You know you don’t have to picture something
like that when I’m right there.” He got closer to her. She knew where this was
leading and she had nothing against it, but it was now or never.
She lightly pushed him back down, and he looked at her
confused. He wanted to say something but she cut him off.
“Technically, yes I was picturing us naked, but there was
more to it.” Her eyes once more focused on her hands rather than his eyes. He
could tell that he was very intrigued by now, and he wanted to know more than
“So what was that more?” his voice became lower. He’s words
came out like a little growl, which only sent shivers down her spine. He could
feel she tensed above him. “Tell me, baby, what was I doing?”
She was always so shy about this kind of things, and she
knew she won’t be able to tell him her fantasy, but she can avoid it by a
simple question which should clarify everything.
“What kinks do you have?” now for him, that question came
out of nowhere and it shocked him. Justin was staring at her, not sure why she
was changing the subject.
“Look, you know I suck at dirty talk. Stop giggling, I
wasn’t making a dirty joke.” She lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re not
“Oh come here my embarrassed baby.” He got closer once again
and their lips met for a quick peck. Once they separated she started again.
“You have to know one thing, by all of this I am not saying that our sex life
is bad, at least not for me. It’s amazing but I just feel like something is
missing. So I wanna know what gets you off, what do you like.”
He didn’t know what to say, she caught him off-guard. He
observed her and she just couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Fine I’ll start. Um,
I like rough sex, and by that I mean everything that goes with it, choking,
tying up, ass slapping, blindfolding, and usage of toys. I like it when a man
knows how to treat a woman, how to be a dominant but at the same time caring
He looked at her like she was someone else, he had no idea
where that came from. She was always so shy telling him about her sex dream or
simple dirty talk during sex, so it shook him up.
He cleaned his throat and shifted in his sat, he was getting
hot from her recent confession. “So that’s what you really like, baby girl? Is
that what you want me to do?” Justin got closer to her, she could feel her heart
beating faster. She bit her lip and simply nodded.
He placed his left hand on her back and twirled her around
so she was laying on the couch and he was hovering her. She separated her legs
and wrapped them around his waist. He brought his face closer to hers, but
never touching hers.
Suddenly he got up from her, she was confused. He offered
her his left arm and she took it. He pulled her of the couch. Their faces met
once again, but he didn’t make a move. “Since you like being tied up, I can’t
fuck the living shit out of you down here where I can’t tie you up to
He guided her up to their shared room, and with every step
was feeling more and more horny. Once they were inside,
Justin pushed her against the bedroom door. She gasped from sudden harshness,
but it only made her hornier.
“Tonight I don’t want to hear a sound from you, unless I
gave you permission. Understood?” Justin growled into her ear. She felt
unexpected heat spreading across her body. She nodded, she wasn’t able to
answer his question. But he wasn’t pleased with that.
His left hand found her neck and squeezed it, first, lightly,
then adding more force. “Understood?” he inquired loudly. “Yes” she mumbled.
“Yes, what?” he repeated after her.
He lighten his grip only to lock his lips with hers. She
expected it to be a rough and fast kiss, but he wasn’t hurrying anywhere. It
annoyed her, she wanted to feel him, and she wanted him to just take her,
without any foreplay. But she knew she wasn’t getting that.
His hands were moving up and down her body, but once hers
found the back of his head, he jacked the off and held them up, above her head.
It only made her moan into the kiss.
He freed her lips and placed kisses all over her chin. She
knew what he was doing, and he knew the exact effect he had on her. “Please,
All of the sudden he stopped, his grip became tighter. He
looked into her eyes, his voice was low and steady. “I don’t recall giving you
a permission to speak. Do that one more time and I will stop.” She bit her lip
and tried to hold in a moan.
He freed her hands only to rip her shirt off. She wouldn’t
be able to describe how hot and weak it made her when he ripped it, she wanted
to moan, all frustrated. He took what remained
of the shirt in one hand, while he used his other one to guide her to
the bed. When her legs hit the end of the bed, he demanded. “Bra off, lay on
your back, hands above your head.”
She listened, but she took the chance to tease him as much
as he was teasing her. She slowly reached behind her back, she pretended to be
struggling with her bra. He clenched his jaw and stepped closer. He didn’t even
warn her, he just ripped it off and pushed her onto bed. She crawled to the top
of the bed, she obediently laid on her back placing her hands above her head,
meeting the coldness of headboard.
Justin seemed pleased, as he got onto bed, placing his knees
on either side of her body, slowly making his way up to her, slowly rolling her
shirt in his hands. Once he reached her, his crotch was directly in front of
her and she couldn’t help but bite her lip.
“You like what you see?” he asked taking her hands in his
and wrapping her shirt around her hands. He continued, never stopping to look
down at her. “Now, this will have to work today, but next time, baby girl,
you’re gonna be properly handcuffed. I promise you that.” He tighten the knot,
making sure it was at the same time tight enough, but not way to tight.
He backed away a little bit, he lowered himself, so his face
was at the same height as hers. They looked at each other, and Y/N just
couldn’t take it anymore. She just wanted to feel his touch, his lips all over
her body, his hands working their way up and down her inner thigh, his tongue
circling around her clit, and lastly his dick inside of her.
She moved her head up but he was faster and backed away, only
a little bit but enough far so she couldn’t reach him. He smirked at her while
she let out a sigh. It seemed like he wasn’t hurrying anywhere, but Y/N was
just about to explode. “Ugh, please Justin. Stop teasing.” She whined out.
The sound of her voice made Justin back away. He wiggled his
left finger “That’s a no-no. What did I say? Speak one more time and I will
stop. Do you really want me to stop? No? Then I will have to get those pretty little
mouth occupied, won’t I?”
Justin got off the bed, still not hurrying anywhere. He stood
on the left side of the bed, slowly undoing his kaki jeans. He used the opportunity
to take his shirt off, shoes and Calvin Klein boxers. Y/N’s eyes never let his
out of sight, observing every inch of his body, memorizing the little stuff.
“Like what you see?” Justin inquired. As a respond, she let
out a loud moan. “Isn’t it funny that, when you have a permission to talk you don’t,
but when you don’t, you do? You like being bad? Trust me I can treat you like a
bad girl any time you want.” He growled, slowly getting onto bed, taking the
same position as before.
He took his dick into his hand and placed it in front of her
mouth. “Suck.” But he didn’t need to tell her twice. She took him into her
mouth, as much as she could and started sucking onto it. His mouth felt open, as
her eyes never left his eyes. “Fuck, just like that.”
She would gladly go
slow and tease him, but she wasn’t able to take it slow. She picked her pace,
sucking and licking. He grabbed her hair “So you wanna be a bad girl? Then, don’t
suck a dick like a good girl.” With those words he pushed her head all the way
to his pubic hair. She gaged at the sudden at the feeling of his whole dick in
“That’s right take it all.” He roughly pushed her head back
and forth, and every time she could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back
of her throat. She could feel her drool all over her neck and chest.
“How selfish of me. You’re here all hot and wet, and all I think
about is my pleasure.” He pulled out, heavy breathing.
“Are you wet for me? Or are you dripping?” he asked, slowly
backing away so he was placed in between her legs. “Well, let’s find out.”
He harshly pressed his right hand on her pussy, rubbing her
clit through her panties. She let out a loud moan of relief, finally feeling
his touch. “Ohhoho.” He said excitedly. “Someone is dripping wet.”
He pulled her panties off, lowering his head, and without a
warning connecting his lips with her clit. Y/N moaned loudly, throwing her head
into the pillow and pushing her hips up. Justin placed his hands around her
legs, separating them to get into better position.
“So delicious.” He growled against her, which send shiver
all over her body. He pushed his two fingers in, making her moan even louder. He
picked his pace with his tongue and fingers action, making her lose her mind.
She was feeling herself getting close, and she knew he felt
it to, because he suddenly stopped. She whined because of the sudden feeling of
emptiness. He got up and in a matter of second pushed himself into him.
The sudden change from his tongue to his dick made her
scream his name out loud. He let out a loud grown. “So Fucking. Tight.” He muttered
out with every thrust.
With his left hand he placed her left leg onto his shoulder,
lightly hovering over her, his right hand found her right nipple, harshly nibbling
She was close, she could feel her orgasm growing. “I can
feel you clenching around my dick. You wanna come? Well not yet.”
With those words he picked up his speed, and it made it even
hared for not to cum. She tugged her nails into the fabric of her shirt. She looked
up at Justin, her eyes begging him to let her cum. He moved his hand from her
nipple to her neck, griping it tightly.
“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy.” Nothing more was
needed to be say. She felt her walls clenching, and within the second she came
hard, all around him, tugging her nails now into her skin, screaming his name.
“Fuck. You look so hot when you cum.” He hissed out, not
slowing his pace, while she was still high from her previous longly waited orgasm.
He stopped only to flip her around. “On all fours.” He demanded,
and once again thrusted into her. She was feeling sore, but she didn’t mind, it
felt so good to feel him inside her, she wished they could stay like this
He tangled his left hand in her hair, tugging it back so he
could appreciate her pretty face. His right hand slapped her each ass cheek
twice, making her whimper after every slap.
He could feel himself getting close, so he picked his pace.
Y/N wasn’t far away, even though she just finished one orgasm. She pushed her
ass more up “Fucking hell Y/N, do that again.”
She pushed her ass up as much as she could, feeling
satisfied that she could please him like that. “Are you close baby girl? Yeah?
Cum with me, cum with your daddy.”
His thrust became sloppier as both of their orgasms hit
them, she could feel his hot seed feeling her inside, and she screamed his name
loudly. He growled loudly emptying himself into her.
As the rid their orgasm of, Y/N collapsed on the bed, and
Justin on top of her, never pulling his dick out of her. She moved her head so
she was facing him and she smiled. They were both breathing heavily.
“That was extraordinary.” Was all she could mumble into the pillow.
A/N: Also combining this with the person who said they wanted smut GIFs in the story. Enjoy! I apologise for the lack of GIFs in here as it’s kinda hard to find ones that fit the scenario in this story XD
Imagine waking up on a sunny morning with the buttery, orange-pinkish light streaming in through the new creme-colored silk curtains Harry had bought for you when he was in France shooting the movie. Everything is quite except for the faint sound of the vents humming and muffled birds chirping away outside. Harry has his face glued to the pillow, his bare back facing you since you had volunteered to be the big spoon the night before.
His short hair is in messy tuffs, sticking up at odd angles and you get whiffs of his Orchid Apple and Mandarines shampoo as you shift slightly, pulling one arm out from under his body and it’s warm from the heat he’s reflecting. You push your face into the back of his head, inhaling the scent of his hair even deeper and smiling against his scalp, your heart dripping with the warm syrup of familiarity and endearment.
You take spastic little sniffs, trailing them down the back and sides of his neck playfully, tickling the dip behind his ear bc you know he’s sensitive there. The proof is in how his shoulders shutter lightly, his head moving away from you a few inches and a soft, grumbly, throaty warning hum of, “Stop it…” fills the cool air around you.
And you roll your eyes, doing it even more, along with grabbing his broad shoulders and pressing him onto his back against the undone sheets, the upper half of your body on top of his. You watch with a small, loving smile as his whole face pinches, his nose scrunching up and wiggling in distaste at how you rose him so abruptly. His left cheek and jawline area is imprinted with tiny tick marks from the pillow and you laugh softly at how weird he looks.
Harry finally flutters his eyes open, squinting to take a few seconds to adjust to the bright lighting. His then focuses on you, face immediately dropping into a grimace. “Did y'havta wake me up right now? I was sleeping so good.”
“I can tell,” you agree, index finger tracing the marks on his face. “But I don’t want to be lonely.”
“And I don’t want to be tired.” He deadpans, yanking the covers back over his shoulders and snuggling into the mattress deeper, set on going back to sleep.
You snatch the covers from him, exposing his chest to the cold air. He gives a watery whine, kicking his feet like a child and pouting. “’M tired!”
“Too bad!” you snap jestingly, hugging him to your body tighter, one hand under his shoulders while the other lays on his chest, playing with the faint, sparse chest hairs.
It’s quiet for a few seconds and then harry sighs deeply, stretching his arms over his head and working out a kink in his neck. “I’ll stay awake if you make breakfast this time.”
You scowl. “It’s your turn.”
Harry shrugs, eyebrows raising and dropping dismissively as if saying, “Alright, then.” He starts to settle into bed again.
“No, no! Fine. I’ll make breakfast.” You give in, reaching up and using ur fingers to pry his eyelids open. He looks rather scary like that.
“Too late,” his voice is faint and wispy, his breathing already going back to a relaxed rhythm.
You sigh dramatically, hand coasting down to land right over the limp bulge in his boxer briefs. You cup it, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Mmph!” Harry jolts, but his eyes remain closed, traces of a smirk hinting at the corners of his lips.
You massage up and down slowly, fondling his ball through the cotton cloth. His breathing catches faintly, but his eyelids don’t budge.
“I’ll add in a lazy morning fuck, too…” You whisper in a sing-sing voice, rubbing faster, looking up at him from where your cheek is pressed against his left pec.
One of his eyes opens drowsily, peeking down at you with new-found interest. “Upside down, over edge?”
Harry is referring to a position he had recently become fond of. He fancies laying the upper half of his body over the edge of the bed so that he’s upside down, all whilst you ride him. He liked it bc the feeling of the blood rushing to his head increased the intensity of his orgasm by adding little shots of pain throughout his brain and body. You weren’t very fond of it merely because when you would be riding him, you would always start tilting forward and come a hair short of face-planting the ground. But you still did it because the way his cock twitched inside you and the way his eyes would slowly roll back into his head made up for the near-concussion experience.
“Deal.” You say, already getting up onto your knees to wait for him to assume the position.
Energy seems to inflate his body and he scurries across the king-size bed to get comfortable. In seconds, you’re scooping him out of his briefs, his pretty cock already sporting a moderate case of morning wood– slightly hard with the tip leaking scarcely. You give him a few absentminded strokes as you work on kicking off your panties, feeling him grow thick and veiny beneath your fingertips.
You plant the palms of your hands agains his chest for support, digging your nails into the supple muscles and hearing him hiss through his teethe. “Y'ready?”
Harry let’s his head fall back, jaw and neck veins on full display. “Fuck me until I’m as limp as one of those pancakes you’re gonna make me.”
“You’re stupid and I hate you.”
“I’m hilarious and you love me. Now make this worth my while, chef.”
okay but I feel like Harry would definitely send you nudes n shit while you’re in class
Like, you’d be listening to your professor lecture and your phone would vibrate and you’d take a quick glance and just about scream– it’d come out as a tiny garbled squawk.
And it’d be a thread of pics of him, starting from a selfie where he’s slumped into the couch in his donut hoodie with his messy nest of hair bc he didn’t feel like brushing it this morning so he just ran his fingers through it a couple of times and then called it a Grammy-worthy hairstyle. His face is neutral as he’s staring at the TV, the hood of the jumper hanging over his right shoulder and he just looks cozy and lazy. And then the second pic would be a pic of him looking down at some unknown thing off camera, but by the angle of the pic you deduce it’s his lap. And then the pic after that would be of him with his hand tucked into his black Nike running shorts, the outline of his knuckles showing that he’s cupping himself underneath. This picture would be followed by the caption, “im hard :(”
And you’d roll your eyes, typing back a quick “handle it” and locking your phone, setting it back on top of your textbook and continuing taking notes. It’d vibrate again, but you’d ignore it bc you don’t want to miss anything important. Then it buzzes again, and again, and again, and it keeps going at faster intervals and you know he’s aware that you’re ignoring him. You snatch it back up with a small, exasperated sigh, flicking through the 19 messages he’s shot at you. “help me!” “It hurts!!” “Don’t be so cruel :(” “baby I need you to cocks me through this!” “Get it? ‘Cocks’? Sounds like coax :D"
Then a pic of him all pouty with his big emerald eyes all doe-like. “just a quick one, c'mon. Just tell me what you’d do to me if you were here :)”
“I’d tell you that you sound like a fuckboy.”
“You answered so it worked”
“Because it was annoying. Now leave me alone I have work to do!”
And then a pic would come through of his bare hard-on, tucked out of his shorts and in his large hand with his fingers wrapped around it, pearls of pre-come shiny on the tip. “But I’m so hard for you :((”
You’d yelp, lowering your brightness to the lowest setting and tapping out an angry reply: “I’m. In. Public. You. Dipshit.”
“do you want to get blocked again?”
“Tell me you wanna suck me off :)”
“not now, Har, please. I have to go”
And before you shut off your phone a vid pops up and you see his face as the thumbnail, so you click it, glancing up quickly to make sure no one is watching and putting one earbud in.
“I’m really hard– s'like, it hurts a lot. And you’re not here and I just want you wrapped around me.” He frowns like a child, knuckling at his eyes and you can tell he woke up recently, even if it is one in the afternoon. “So ’m just gonna…hold on…this new phone’s a slippery one, innit? I’ve dropped it more times than I can count…”
The camera flips and, sure enough, there he is, all shades of red and purple, thick and veiny and bubbling over with jizz as he strokes himself at a medium pace, twisting every now and then to give the handjob some variety. “I just want you so bad, minx. Wanna push myself inside your hot, wet, soft and tight…fucking hell, you’re so tight…”
You’d shift a bit, legs clamping out of instinct. He’s such a dick for doing this. You glance up and there’s 5 minutes left of class. You can make it.
He flips the camera back over to his face, where he’s leaning his head back against the sofa and biting his lips raw, tiny feathery moans oozing from his lips as his breathing gets heavier, his shoulders visibly jolting. “Oh, fuck me, doll. Make me come so hard, so much…Wanna taste you– just shove my face in between your pretty little legs and lick into you until you’re shaking.”
His jaw clenches, the muscle ticking and the veins in his neck chisel themselves into existence, his Adam’s Apple bobbing slowly as he swallows thickly. Sweat is beading his forehead, a few teeny curls sticking to his skin. You can see the hint of stubble that curtains the lower half of his jaw and trails onto the underside of his face and it only worsens the ordeal because you can just about feel it now, rubbing against your thighs or scratching down your back as he takes you from behind. The little shit is staring directly into the camera and smirking, for fuck’s sake, licking the corner of his mouth and humming out a long groan. “Nice and hard for you, babygirl. Want you to fuck my brains out…”
The video ends there with Harry’s back arching off the couch, cutting off as he gives a watery yelp. You sit there, blinking tears of desperation from your eyes and trying to force the blush from your cheeks.
prompt- hi this is a request! can you please do a smutty Niall one where the two of you are just relaxing at home once he’s come back from doing the jingle ball shows and you’re just watching a movie or something and it gets really dirty? I love your writing so I know it’ll be good ☺️ thanks if you do!
(A/N- thank you so much for requesting! And if any of you are going to the D.C jingle ball on Monday hmu because i’ll be there too.Also if you couldn’t tell already I suck at tittles)
Playing with the hem of his t-shirt, your eyes on the television that played christmas vacation you thought about how happy you were that you had your boy back with you. He had just gotten back from doing the jingle ball shows a day ago and since then you two has not left the couch and decided to get into the holiday mood by watching christmas movies.
You moved your gaze to Niall, his facial hair starting to become unkempt and his now mostly brunette hair lay flat on his head because he was too lazy to do anything with it. You watched as he brought his beer up to his lips, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed the alcohol. He was just so fucking handsome and you missed him, you couldn’t remember the last time you guys were intimate, all you knew was it was at least two weeks and you needed him. You needed his body pressed against yours and you needed him in you.
Pausing the movie you moved to take the beer bottle out of his hand, catching him by surprise. “What are ya doin’ love?” He asked watching as you started to rid yourself of your shirt and cotton shorts leaving you in nothing but your panties and bra.
“What does it look like Ni?” You whispered into his ear as you moved so that you were straddling his thin legs.
“Don’t ya want to move to the bedroom?” Niall said, still surprised by your actions but that didn’t stop his hands from finding their way to your bum.
“Nope, i’ve missed your body baby boy. And you did so good performing that i think you can get one of your christmas gifts a little early.” You ran your bottom lip over his neck and jawline until you got to his ear where you took the earlobe in between your teeth and gave it a little tug.
A shaky ‘oh’ left Niall’s lips as he readjusted his hips to try and get more friction off of you. He allowed you to take his t-shirt off of him and watched as you started to grind into his growing bulge. “I’m so proud of you, getting on that stage all by yourself with only your guitar. If only i was able to see it in person, you would have been getting it every night.” You teased as you started to grind a little harder.
“Don’t ya worry babe, when it’s my own tour you’ll be coming with me.” He said, his big hands gripped your ass so tight you were sure you were going to have bruises.
“I better be.” Your breath caught in your throat when he pressed his gorgeous lips against the soft skin of your neck, he started to suck so that he’d leave a mark. You hoped it wouldn’t be so bad that you wouldn’t be able to cover it with fondation because you weren’t sure if you could face his family on christmas with a massive hickey on your neck.
A sharp slap on your bum pulled you from your thoughts, “Stop yer teasn’.” He growled as he flipped you over so that your back was pressed against the soft cushions of the couch while he hovered above you. You loved it when he’d take control. Placing your hands on either side of his face you pulled him closer to you so your could kiss him. It was such a deep kiss that you seemed to get lost in his heavenly lips.
He pulled away from you and started to pull down his joggers along with his boxers, you followed suit and rid yourself of your panties and unclasped your bra throwing it somewhere across the room. “God you’re so fuckn’ beautiful.”
You layed back down and relished the feeling of his big warm hands traveling all over your body until they stopped at where you needed them the most. One long finger teased your bundle of nerves while his other hand held your hip down tightly, “I know it was only a two weeks or so but i missed seeing you like this princess.” Niall gently entered one finger into you and watched your face scrunch up with pleasure. “I missed seeing ya so needy for me.”
His words only turned you on more as you squirmed wanting him to fill you. He did just that and put two more digits into you and pumped them slowly in and out. “Fuck Ni, i need more than just your fingers.” You whined into the couch pillow into that layed next to your head. Much to your displeasure he didn’t take his fingers out of you but started to move them faster making you arch your back of the sofa. “Shit, I’m going to fucking cum.”
“Come on babe, do it. Show me how much you missed me.” He teased, he smirked at how worked up he got you. Listening to his words you reached your high. He allowed you to regain your breathing before he started to prep himself to enter you. “Ya ready for me babe.” Niall asked wanting to make sure you were okay.
You nodded your head and waited for him to enter you which you didn’t have to wait long for. A gasp left your lips as he did so and your hands traveled to his back digging your nails into the pale skin. Niall waited to make sure you were ready for him to continue before he started to get into his rhythm. “Shit, (Y/N).” He grunted. It felt so good you couldn’t help running your nails down his back, no doubt leaving scratches. You loved to watch his face, his eyes scrunching up, his mouth slightly open with grunts and curses spilling out as he chased his orgasm. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” He whispered as his thrust became harder and a tad sloppier.
“Niall!” You all but screamed as you felt another orgasm brewing. You knew you he was close so you tried your best to hold back wanting cum at the same time.
“Fuck, baby.” He finally said as his legs started to shake, finally reaching his peak. You screamed as you did as well, gripping his biceps to steady yourself. He pulled out and sat back to attempt to catch his breath.
“Merry Christmas.” You breathed out finally making eye contact again.
“Merry Christmas.” Niall laughed as he leaned down to kiss you.
I hope that this is okay, kinda struggled with this.
My body was lying on top of his, using his
chest as my pillow as we cuddled through out the night, his arms wrapped around
my waist as I comfortably slept listening to his heartbeats. Suddenly his phone
started to ring, he grunted and placed me to his side before reaching for his
phone on his nightstand
“What the fuck? It’s 6 am who calls this