#Niall Horan x you

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Niall Horan x Reader: Not Like Him

Prompt: Because of your past, you hate confrontation. One day, Niall comes home particularly grumpy.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: anxiety, past verbal abuse mention

A/N: hi all!!! continuing to try and post on here. please feel free to send any niall x reader prompts / ideas my way :)

You’re in the midst of putting a dish you just washed away when you hear the front door open, then suddenly slam shut. The pictures hanging on the wall rattle as you peer around the corner anxiously. The first thing you see is Niall bustling through the door. Normally, having Niall home would cause a surge of warmth and excitement to rush through you– but today, instantly, you recognize that something about his demeanor is off. 

He throws his flannel on the chair and with his back facing you, runs his hand through his hair. When he turns to you, there’s no warm smile or cheerful greeting. Instead, he takes a few steps then tosses his keys on the counter, letting them slide carelessly across the surface. He makes no effort to even acknowledge your existence. 

Instantly, a lump forms in your throat, making it harder and harder to breathe. You hate tension… Or any sort of confrontation, really. Your parent’s entire marriage was built off tension and confrontation– passive aggressive comments and slamming doors leading to screaming, which then led to shattered dishes or dented walls. 

Your father had a temper. And it didn't matter how well behaved or helpful or unseen you were. Something always managed to spark his anger. The nights he drank were worse, and as the years went on, the sober version of himself made less and less of an appearance. 

Although you didn't recognize it at the time, looking back, you knew that you spent the vast majority of your childhood living on edge– always waiting for the yelling or the screaming. You were afraid more often than not. And that wasn't something you could just unlearn when you were old enough to leave– no matter how far away you were.  

In fact, it took years of hard work to heal from the trauma you'd experienced. But for so long, it felt like no matter how much therapy you attended or self-help books you read, there was always a part of you that was just stuck. 

Until you met Niall. 

Niall was the missing piece. His presence alone was healing. He was calm and safe and consistent. He was patient and gentle and kind. And when you finally got up enough courage to tell him about your childhood, he listened carefully, his brows furrowed somberly. It was like your trauma caused him physical pain– that's how much he loved you– how much he felt with you. 

With Niall, you could safely work on communicating without screaming matches or slamming doors. It had taken time, but slowly, piece by piece, you started to rebuild, until you actually felt like you could trust someone again. 

And of course, even now, in the midst of whatever this unknown territory was, you trust him. But despite that, tension is radiating off from him. It’s almost palpable in the air– suffocating you. 

You have to say something– Niall will understand. 

“How was your day?” You ask nervously, already knowing the answer. 

Niall walks right past you to the fridge, pulling the door open and ignoring your question.  

You bite your lower lip, your anxiety settling like a rock in your stomach. This feeling felt too familiar… 

“Is everything okay?” you ask. He pulls out a beer, showing no sign that he even heard you. He cracks it open, the sound alone sending shivers down your spine as you’re instantly reminded of all the nights your father would drink five beers before even recognizing you were home. But Niall is not your dad, you remind yourself. Niall is gentle. Niall is kind. 

He takes a long swig before walking towards the stairs.

“Niall?” you say, worry evident in your tone. 

He doesn’t stop. 

Niall isn't like him. Niall cares about your feelings. Niall loves you.

You follow him a few steps, knowing that you can’t let him just go to bed this… angry? Upset? Whatever he is– 

“Niall, what’s going on–”

“Oh my God!” He bellows suddenly, waving his arms and spinning in his tracks to finally look at you. “Can you leave me alone for one goddamn second?!”

Before you can quiet down your brain or repeat all the ways Niall was different from your father, your body reacts as if they are one and the same. You flinch harshly from his sudden movements and loud tone, like your body remembered exactly how it felt to live in your house twenty years ago. And before you can help it, the glass cup in your hand falls to the floor, shattering around your feet. 

The noise makes you snap out of your trance. Looking down at the mess you made, your mouth goes dry. Your whole body has already begun shaking and you can feel the tears fighting their way to your eyes. 

“I’m sorry–” you whisper, choking back a sob. Then you brace for the screaming– the berating. Clumsy, stupid, idiot. 

Nervously, you kneel down, tucking your hair behind your ear while you try to pick up the broken glass. What the hell is wrong with you? It’s obvious Niall had a bad day. So why couldn’t you just leave him alone? The last thing he needs is you making and being a mess. 

“Sorry–“ you mutter, it’s so quiet though, you doubt he hears. “I’m sorry,” you repeat. You’re so anxious you don’t even grab a dustpan, you just start collecting pieces of shattered glass in your hand. Your vision quickly becomes blurry with tears as they streak down your cheeks. 

“Shit,” you vaguely hear, but you don’t stop trying to clean up. You’re frantic, grabbing whatever you can off the floor before he can get more upset about it. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Through your clouded vision, you can’t see what you’re collecting off the floor– all you know is that you have to keep cleaning it up.

“Baby, stop–”  

The voice is distant.

“I promise I’ll clean it up,” you say, hands shaking so violently, you wonder how no pieces have sliced open your skin yet. 

“Baby–” 

It’s just background noise. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” 

You vaguely see a figure kneel beside you and before you can wave him away, Niall reaches out– hand cupping yours before forcing open your fingers. As soon as the glass is out of your hand, you see him reach up to toss it on the counter before kneeling back down to be on your level. 

All it takes is one arm wrapping around your shoulders for you to break. Suddenly, you can’t hold back the sob that’s been sitting in your throat. The second it escapes from your lips, Niall pulls you into his chest tightly. 

“C’mere,” he exhales, chin resting on your head while he slides the both of you back against the cupboard. You let out a choked gasp and cling to him. 

His arm winds tightly around you, locking you in place. “I’m so sorry,” he breathes.  

“I have to clean it up–” you cry.  

“Shh,” he soothes. He rocks you on the floor like that, his arms wrapped around you securely.  Your breathing is choppy as you shake against him. Niall grabs your bicep with his hand, holding you steady while his thumb rubs up and down your bare skin gently, trying to calm you down. 

You’re not sure how long it takes for you to feel like you can think again. Time stands still as you settle into his embrace. Niall’s embrace– you remind yourself. Not your father’s. Because your father wouldn’t embrace you after yelling like that. And he certainly wouldn’t embrace you after you broke a dish. 

After a while, your breathing gradually returns to normal again. Moments later, you feel him shift. “Did you cut yourself?” he asks carefully. 

He supports the majority of your weight, all but lifting you off the floor before scanning the length of you. 

You shake your head. At least you didn’t think you did. 

Niall nods before reaching his hand out. “C’mon, let’s get away from the glass.”

You take it willingly, sighing as you feel the warmth from his palm spread through your hand. He guides you away from the pile of glass and towards the kitchen island. He helps you settle into one of the tall stools. 

“Hey,” you hear him whisper. But you’re still staring at the mess, so worried about cleaning it up. Until you feel firm, but careful hands cupping each side of your face– forcing your attention to shift towards him. “Hey,” he repeats. 

His calloused thumb trails along your cheek. Before you know what you’re doing, you’re leaning into his touch, craving his comfort. 

“Did you cut yourself?” he asks again, clearly not trusting your earlier response. 

To be fair– you’re not even sure that you trust your earlier response. By now, you feel like you’re actually back in your own body, and feel no pain. So you shake your head, this time more convincingly.  

As soon as you give the confirmation that you’re alright, Niall takes a step forward and wraps his arms around your shoulders, crashing his body against yours.  

“I’m so sorry,” he says, lips ghosting against the top of your head. “I didn’t mean to yell like that.”

You nod into his shirt, pinching the fabric between your fingers and breathing in the smell of him. Niall is not your dad, you repeat. Niall apologizes. Niall loves you. 

“It’s okay,” you whisper, you were slightly more calm. “I’m sorry I was so annoying– I’m sorry I broke the glass.”

You feel Niall shake his head above you. “No–” he says firmly. “I don’t give a shit about the glass. I had a shitty day,” he sighs. “A really shitty day. But that’s not your fault.”

“I should have just given you space.”

He shakes his head again, pulling back from his embrace to look at you earnestly. “No– We’re supposed to talk about things. I promised you I’d always talk to you about things, and I broke that today.”

He brushes a few loose strands of hair from your face, before wiping some stray tears stuck under your eyes. “I know how much yelling activates you– I know it sets you off, and I just wasn’t thinking.”

“You’re allowed to get annoyed,” you remind him. “And angry. You’re allowed to yell.” 

“That’s not how you and I communicate,” he says. “That’s not ever how I want to communicate, and I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time”

Squeezing him tighter, you nod against his chest. 

Because Niall is not your father and you believe him.

[ameliora-j]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO ROUGH DOM NIALL. i’m actually begging. maybe the reader acts up on purpose for attention because niall is busy with his new album and he has to put her in her place 🫢 btw i love ur work, your like my fav author on this app xx

pls ur gonna make me cry :’) thank u angel ♡

content: mean dom!niall, fem!reader, brat!reader, edging, cumplay, impact play (flogging, slapping), spitting, humiliation, degradation, tummy bulge, creampie, breeding kink, lots of pet names, dominant/submissive themes, no aftercare written but it happens!, THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I’M SO SORRY BAE DODOWNEN, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI !

you’re grumpy—and you have been for the last week and a half. had niall been paying any attention to you at all, he’d have realized as such earlier. however, he is deep into the finalization stage of his new album. you’re proud of him—more than proud of him. niall turns your world that much is obvious. you praise any and everything he does. so of course you’re overjoyed he has a new album coming, and so proud of all his hard work.

you just can’t help but feel a little… jealous? neglected? you’re not a hundred percent sure exactly what you would call it in truth. it feels like a big dark cloud of grump is sitting above your head and you can’t do anything about it. niall is your boyfriend, the love of your life… but first and foremost he is your dominant. he keeps you in check, makes sure you’re always on track, and fucks you into oblivion every night.

the problem is that with his new album, he hadn’t fucked you in almost two weeks. to go from having sex every day—multiple times a day—to none at all for a whole two weeks was really taking a toll on you. it’s niall’s own fault, anyway—your sex drive wasn’t nearly this high before you’d met him. you don’t realize that your sexual frustration is building up until you’re already on the brink of an explosion. waking up in the morning with only one thing on your to-do list: be the biggest brat known to mankind.

unbeknownst to you, niall had taken the day off. he realized that he was neglecting you a bit—it’d been too long since he saw your pretty face when you were awake. you’re surprised to see niall still laying in bed beside you, sleeping peacefully when your eyes flutter open. you look to the bedside table and read the numbers on the alarm clock before pushing his shoulder.

niall wakes with a grunt, gasping a bit as he turns to look at you. “wha’s a’matter?” he mumbles tiredly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“you’re late” you mumble grumpily as you move to get out of bed. “wouldn’t wanna keep the love of your life waiting” you slightly grumble as you walk to the bathroom.

“love of my life? what’re you on about, pet? you’re right here” he chuckles softly, shaking his head as he sits up. “come back to bed, i took the day off. wanna cuddle.”

your heart flutters at the statement, nearly blowing the grump-cloud away, but it’s already hard-set on remaining there for the rest of the day. “i can’t i have things to do.” you say simply as you move to walk downstairs.

niall frowns a bit, clambering out of bed to follow you. “hey wait a second, where are you going?” he asks. you’re never out of bed this quick—even if you do have plans for the day. furthermore, no matter if you’re late, you’re always keen to lay down and have a cuddle with niall.

“since when does my life interest you?” you snark. niall’s jaw clenches. it’s barely been fifteen minutes and he’s already fed up with your attitude. he takes a breath to calm himself, wanting to get to the root of the issue before taking things too far.

“your life always interests me. you’re my girl, don’t be ridiculous” he shakes his head. you simply scoff, rolling your eyes and shoving past him and going to take a shower.

niall is quick to grab your wrist, dragging you back to his chest and squeezing your jaw. “listen here you little brat. i took the day off to spend quality time with you but i can just as easily spend it beating the brat out of you. so what will it be?” he growls lowly. you seal your fate when you suck in your cheeks, pursing your lips and spitting on him.

his eyes go dark and he chuckles lowly, slapping his palm against your cheek roughly. “i’m gonna make you regret that” he murmurs.

niall all but drags you back to the bedroom, shoving you roughly onto the bed. you whimper a bit, squirming in anticipation as he walks over to the closet, grabbing his duffel bag full of toys, ropes, and all of his ‘dom essentials.’ “what are you doing?” niall asks when he turns around—noting you hadn’t moved from where he put you.

“sitting” you hum, snark still lacing your tone. niall chuckles, shaking his head a bit as he walks over to you. he grabs you by your neck, forcing you to stand before tearing your nightgown from your body—practically tearing the flimsy fabric in two.

you squeak as niall spins you, forcing you down onto the bed before pulling your hips up so you were on your hands and knees. you hear rummaging before one of niall’s hands rubs over your ass. “pick a number between one and five.”

he’s angry—really angry—he usually always adds a pet name even if you’re in trouble. you bite your lip, thinking hard about what number to pick. you knew how niall’s spankings worked. you would pick a number, and if you got it right then that’s how many spanks you got. if you got it wrong, then he’d double whatever number he was thinking of. you squeeze your eyes shut tight, going with the safest option smack dab in the middle. “three?” you say hesitantly.

niall smirks, rubbing his hands over your ass. “oh, princess” he hums in a sickly sweet tone—and you nearly smile before realizing that you’re being mocked as his hand strikes your ass cheek. “it was five” he says lowly.

the number is the only warning that you get before niall winds up his flogger and slams it down on your ass. you practically scream into the comforter, tears already pricking the corners of your eyes. he doesn’t start off gentle or work his way up, and he gives you no respite as he continuously whips his flogger on different areas of your backside.

you make sure to call out numbers clear and concise—not wanting to start over with niall in this mood. by the time he’s finished with you, you’re a wet mess—in more ways than one. tears spilling down your cheeks, drool falling from your lips, and cunt sticky with arousal.

“okay okay okay” niall hums as he turns you around. “i know baby, i know. you’re okay… you’re fine” he coos tauntingly as he pulls you to his chest. “‘s okay, i’ll give y’what y’want… quit y’tears” he mumbles as he tugs his sweats down. he lays you back on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable on top of the pillows before kissing your head.

“oh there’s my girl” he smirks as he runs his cock through your sticky folds. you whine softly, arching towards him before he pushes your hips down. “stay still, y’brat” he grunts, slapping your cunt a few times. you shriek with each hit, your legs wiggling in an attempt to get away as you look at him tearily. “jus’ lay there and take my cock.” he mumbles as he slowly pushes into you.

the both of you moan as he bottoms out, you gripping niall’s shoulders as he holds your hips tightly. “fuckin shit babydoll” he groans, pressing down on the bulge of his cock your tummy. “forgot how goddamn tight you were” he gasps a bit, slowly pulling his cock out before thrusting back in.

niall is in heaven… he’s practically pussy drunk off one stroke alone. his head falls back and his eyes roll as he feels your gummy walls gripping him. you’re like a vice, almost as if you wouldn’t let go even if he begged you to. your pussy is sucking him in, leaking around him like a fountain of eternal youth and he’s so close to busting that he has to take a deep breath and distract himself. “this what you needed baby?” he mocks. “just a big cock to fill up your tight little cunt?” he hums.

“ni…” you whine softly and he simply chuckles before setting a pace. once he’s adjusted to your tightness and calmed himself down, he’s able to fuck you how he wants. he holds your hips down against the mattress setting a brutal and punishing pace in your cunt.

“that why you had an attitude? haven’t fucked you properly lately?” he laughs at you. actually laughs at you, and you can’t even bring yourself to care. “you’re so pathetic” he mumbles, spanking your clit. “all it takes is some dick n you’re all smiles again.”

“yeah daddy” you moan in agreement, nodding dumbly as your eyes fluttered closed. you barely even register the words niall is saying to you—all you know is that they’re mocking and unkind. but, this is all you wanted—what you’d been dreaming of for so long so you had not a care in the world. not a thought bouncing around your skull other than more more more.

more love. more affection. more close. more cock. more niall. he engulfed you, not just due to his much larger stature. he had you pinned between the bed, your bodies so close that you could feel the beads of sweat dripping off of his forehead and onto you. he was everywhere—on top of you, inside of you, touching you, his scent engulfing your nostrils as you lay on his pillow.

your head was swimming in a pool of niall and you were content to drown in it until niall forces your leg up over his shoulder. he reangles his hips and slams his cock back directly into your gspot. “daddy!” you shriek out loudly, your back arching high off the bed.

“yeah baby, daddy’s here” he mumbles, reaching to rub your clit. “daddy’s right here baby. jus’ lay pretty and take my cock, yeah?” he flashes a bright smile your way, winking at you—his hips never breaking rhythm as he punishes your cunt with his cock.

you can barely choke out a response your cunt pulsing around him as your orgasm dangles so close, yet so far away. “are you gonna cum baby? i can feel you squeezing me” he hums, fucking you faster. “do you want to cum princess?” he mocks.

“yeah! yeah, yeah, yeah!” you chant, nodding rapidly as your hips begin stuttering against his. “oh fuck yeah!” you whine.

“awh… ‘s too bad i didn’t say you could then, isn’t it?” he hums, slapping your clit once more and laughing meanly. you whine in frustration, tears wetting your lashes as you force your orgasm back. “jus hold it baby, you can do it” he teases, but begins rubbing your clit in small, deliberate circles. “right? for daddy?” he smirks.

you gasp, nodding dumbly as your eyes roll. “f-f’daddy” you nod, your legs beginning to shake. you feel niall’s cock give a twitch at that, his hips stuttering a few times before he finds his pace once more.

“daddy’s gonna cum baby” niall moans in your ear, beginning to nip and suck the skin of your neck. “gonna fill this tight cunt… give you m’babies you want that?” he smirks.

“yeah daddy… yeah gimme your babies please” you whine, beginning to rock your hips in time with his.

“then cum with me, princess” he whispers, squeezing your throat just as your orgasm starts. you moan loudly, unable to stop the spasming of your body as you cream around niall’s cock. you distantly register his slew of swears through loud moans as you feel his seed painting your walls. you moan softly as he pulls you into a hot and heavy kiss—filled with love and passion.

niall pulls away breathlessly, smiling down at you in adoration as he gently pushes your hair from your face. “is my good girl back yet?” he hums softly, gently peppering kisses over your face.

the airy giggle you let out is enough to let niall know he’d fucked you nine ways from sunday and you were now deeply submerged in a submissive headspace. if that wasn’t enough for him, then your soft: “yeah daddy” as you nose against his neck seals the deal for him.

he hums a bit in relief—pride maybe?—before kissing your neck again. “good… you keen for a cuddle now?” he smirks softly at you.

[justmeinatree]

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

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

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

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

Word Count : 1.3k

it was the breathy grunts that first got your attention. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

……

Masterlist

[harrywavycurly]

Texting Boyfriend Niall Horan Part 9: Dates

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @blckburd @fanboysfangirl

Side Note: I know some of y’all don’t like how snippy these two are with each other but just know these two are sickeningly in love, they just talk a lot of shit to each other(out of love lol)

A/N: Niall thinks he takes you on dates all the time, but you just want him to admit he’s a little afraid of you. Enjoy✨

[acesofspadess]

Rewind

I definitely published this a bit out of order but bare with me

“Hello Team Niall.” Niall introduced as they all waved and greeted him back. “Well, I've got a bit of news for you. Because of my concert schedule, I actually won't be in town for knockout rehearsals.” Everyone was shocked… and rightfully so. “Because I won't be there, I've chosen another coach to come in and mentor you guys for rehearsal.” Everyone started to freak out wondering who on earth it might be. 

“And they have been in your place before so I think they’ve got exactly what you need.”

The scene changed to the all too familiar practice room with an empty directors chairs. The sounds of steps progressively got louder until the special person appeared. 

“I'M BACK!” 

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's rewind a bit.

~~~~~~

A day or two after The Voice Finale

“Hi I’m Maia Quinn, and I'm the Season 23 winner of The Voice, and we're hanging out with Rob on Front Row Live.”

“Go with me.” Niall moaned into your mouth as you straddled him. “Where?” you question kissing down his neck. “Boston. I know it's last minute and we’d leave in the morning-” you shut him up with a kiss and a roll of your hips, his hands tightening against your thighs. “Just wake me up an hour before we leave.”

Sitting at the desk of you and Niall’s shared hotel room the morning of May 26th  you had early interviews to get through before you were meant to go to the festival. You looked over the camera to see Niall already looking at you.

“Maia congratulations. What a night you had a few nights ago.” Rob praised and you smiled adjusting your airpod. “I am super excited for you and your career and your future. Especially because you're starting so young. You have enough time to kind of like, continue to evolve, and understand your voice; learn a lot more about yourself throughout this process. Talk to me about this process of your experience here on the voice and how you've evolved as a vocalist and a performer.” The interview was more than you could ever imagine. 

“Now your relationship with Niall this season has had fans going crazy. From the after performance hugs to the duet, and the after party, what can you tell us about that?”

You saw Nialls face peak over the laptop screen and stayed neutral. “Niall has been the most supportive and very encouraging. He has become one of my best friends through this whole journey. I lost a lot of my confidence during the pandemic unfortunately. It made me think that I would never be able to do things that I certainly could do and Niall- all these years later- has been there to remind me that I probably can do them, and then make me do it. So our friendship and relationship has been so important to me. He is my best friend across the charts and he’d hate me for saying this, but I wouldn't be here without him.” 

“Last question before we go. Is there anything we can look forward to seeing soon? Maybe another EP?”

You smiled glad you were able to share some information on what was coming next. “All I'll say now is, look for me on stage back home.” you winked dramatically knowing those who would get it would get it.”

“That's amazing, I'll definitely keep my eyes peeled. It was so great having you on. I hope to see you in person soon.”

“Bye!” 

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User10 i'm actually really happy she won

User2 wait…Slane is in Ireland…..

User6 I just learned she had an EP…. what?!?!?!?

Being at Boston Calling with him

“Boston, Massachusetts, how you doing?” he asked the crowd after he finished ‘Heaven’. The loud response made him smile excitedly. “Holy shit! This is crazy.” you face palmed knowing he was going to slip up sooner or later. “Thank you all so much for coming out to see me. I really appreciate it.” they cheered again as he sipped his water. You watched as he looked at the amount of people and a smile formed on your face.

 “This is uhm- this is actually my first ever Festival.” he let out a breath at the realisation. “I've definitely been drunk at a few.” you laughed at him with the rest of the crowd. “But I've never played at any and for that reason I'm absolutely shitting myself.” he said looking at you knowing you would calm him, and him seeing you laugh did just the trick. 

“But thank you for being here. I know some of you guys have been queuing for years.” he looked around at the signs “My girlfriend showed me this earlier ‘i travelled four thousand miles to be here from Brazil’ your eyes went wide at the declaration and the deafening screams were present. He subtly looked in your direction and saw your reaction, his worry diminished as he saw you smiling making him smile. “Makes you feel bad from coming just down the road doesn't it? ‘I came from round New York’.” he mocked, “awe who cares.” he laughed with them and you hid a big smile behind your hands. 

~~~~

You walked the same route you came flashing your pass when you reached the gate and made your way in to see Niall. When you saw him you squealed and ran over to him. He turned when he heard you and caught you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he spun you both around hands on the swell of your bum.

“I'm so proud of you!” you screamed and he laughed before he was kissing you passionately. It was quick as many more pecks through giggles followed. “I can not explain to you how happy i am.” he whispered in shock as you were sitting in the trailer behind the stage and he was getting changed. “You should be so happy, my love. That was incredible, and I am so so proud of you.” he smiled at you before grabbing your hand and kissing the ring on it. “You make me so happy, baby girl.” you melted at his words and stood up to kiss him softly. “And you make me the happiest girl, Ni.”

You surprising Niall at his Zane Lowe interview and him outing you 

You knew Niall was disappointed when you told him you wouldn't be able to make it to his Zane Lowe interview today. He was really excited for this one and wanted you to be there. It was only a few days later that you flew from Boston down to LA for the interview. You were working on last minute stuff for the announcement today and you were nowhere close to done when he was getting ready to leave.

“I'm sorry love.” you kissed his pout away as you both stood by the door of his  LA house. “I know, it’s okay. I know why you can’t make it, and for that I am so very proud.” he melted his lips against yours as your hands went to the curls on the back of his neck and he wrapped his went straight to your bum.

~~~

Niall was watching Zane play his songs and the guitar with a big smile a few hours after he left. “There are some pretty songs on this record bro.” Zane complimented as he switched playing from ‘The Show’ to ‘You could start a cult’. You who had just made it into the studio to surprise Niall were standing behind the glass watching him, waiting for him to notice. 

“Thank you very much.'' He cut through Zanes music. “This one kills me.” Zane admitted as Niall caught on to what he was playing. “Yeah.” he cheered Zane on softly, finally noticing you. You saw his smile widened and you waved softly. “You Could Start A Cult.” he named distractedly, still looking at you as if he looked away you would disappear. 

~~~

“Kingdoms fighting over you,” Niall continued. “I think that like they’re the ones- that could have very easily been, ‘ i like waking up beside you and you're my favourite person.” he joked easily. “But ‘you could start a war’.” you shook your head at his lyrical genius. “Do you ever crack yourself up with it?”

‘Yeah it was something silly at first but now everyone's obsessed with it. It started with me and my girlfriend now, when we met we would watch crime shows together over facetime,” he exposed and you chuckled at his laugh.

‘You say girlfriend now, sorry if i'm over stepping but..” zane trailed off

“No,” he shrugged off looking at you, who nodded, “she was not my girlfriend at the time, she is now, is what that meant.”

“So did she not know the song was for her?”

“She didn't know any song was for her- or about her I should say. The road from when we met to now has been a very dark windy tunnel, but we made it to the other end.”

“That's beautiful Niall, truly.” You smiled at him agreeing with Zane.

“This was the last song on the record that we wrote.” Niall confessed, and you wondered why. “Why, what was missing?” and without hesitation he pointed to you, “her.” Zane looked to where he was pointing and you waved happily at him. He waved back to you just as happy before turning to Niall with a face of shock. “No?” he gasped and Niall laughed, throwing his head back. “Yeah, I know. Way out of my league.” he watched you shake your head with an eye roll and he couldn't stop the smile from gracing his face.

“I could’ve gone and did what I did with the rest of the record and put BV’s all over it and strings and that was my plan - and John just said to me- because we we were not talking at the time…” he pointed between you and him, “...this is your message to,” he paused, ‘“ her’ keep it that way. Just you and your guitar and your feelings.”

And while there's much much more… you’ll see that soon

[loversipod]

Perfect Storm

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

Pairing: single dad!niall x reader

Wordcount: 843

Trigger warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What would she think of him?

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

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

“I will be,” he said.

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

“Excuse me,” he touched her arm gently.

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

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

“Have a good night,” she told him.

“Thank you, you too.”

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

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

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

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

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

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

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

Who knows how their story will continue?

[yettobedetermined7]

Why is the Niall Horan tag full of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson fics? I love those two but I am looking for a Niall fic..

[daaydreamy]

Please write another Niall smutty oneshot pleasesssee

peaky blinders

summary: niall and y/n get into bed after watching hours of netflix.

warnings: coarse language, smut, fingering (f receiving)

pairing: niall horan x fem!reader

•••

Y/N rubbed her right eye as she entered hers and Niall’s bedroom, softly shutting the door behind her. She was all warm and sleepy now, laughing a little when she saw Niall already in bed with that stupid guitar of his on his lap and his fingers picking at the strings gently. The lights were already off and the only source of light in the room was the tall lamp in the corner. It only made her want to get into bed more.

“D’you think that maybe I could replace that guitar’s spot, huh?” She joked and leaned in, giving Niall a chaste kiss on the lips. He hummed and placed a hand on her hip before she could pull away, placing his guitar down on the empty spot of the bed beside him and pulling Y/N down onto his lap. She was smiling brightly now, giving him a longer, more satisfying kiss.

“Do you think I could’ve played instead of Cillian Murphy?” He then asked out of the blue and Y/N laughed. They had just finished watching the entirety of Peaky Blinders on Netflix. Y/N hummed, still smiling, and gave him another quick kiss before replying.

“Sure.”

“Mm, I knew it.” He said proudly and Y/N rolled her eyes and moved off his lap to take his guitar off the bed, instead placing it down on the floor and resting the neck of it against the mattress. She then lied down and so did Niall, both of them getting comfy under the covers. Like clockwork, Y/N moved over to snuggle into Niall’s warm body, humming softly, and Niall draped his arm over her waist.

She tilted her head upwards to press her lips against his once more, and the kiss slowly turned into them making out. It was soft and slow, just perfect for the mood she was in. She’d make soft little sounds into his mouth and it was driving him crazy, his hands starting to wander because he couldn’t help it. He ran his hand up and down her side gently, slipping the tips of his fingers underneath her shirt to feel her skin. He could feel goosebumps rising and her hand being placed on the back of his neck, keeping him pressed against her.

She sighed into his mouth when he started toying with the waistband of her pajamas, gently slipping his hand down them. She pulled away from the kiss for a second to catch her breath, a moan bubbling from her throat when he gently started rubbing her over her panties. She gripped the hairs at the nape of his neck softly, pressing her forehead against his as she moaned and gasped against his lips.

He smiled a little and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, taking away the pressure he had against her, making her huff. Her frustration quickly melted away though when he slid his hand into her panties, pressing the pad of his middle finger against her now throbbing clit, rubbing in slow circles.

“Yeah.” She said breathily.

“Yeah?” He chuckled softly, kissing her once more.

He moved his finger downwards a little, teasing her before moving back up, continuing to rub her gently. She was starting to get wet from the feeling, feeling arousal starting to swirl in the pit of her stomach. She was whimpering softly into his mouth while he slid his tongue against hers and teased her with his fingers.

“More, c’mon.” She groaned and he didn’t put up a fight, gently easing a finger into her weepy hole. She dug her nails into his skin, moaning softly in satisfaction as he gently fucked it in and out of her.

“Better?”

“Much.”

“Wanna make you come on my fingers.” He murmured, glancing down beneath the duvet to see his hand tucked into her pajamas, “Make them all messy, then I’ll clean you up. Make you make another mess on my tongue before that.”

a/n: sorry if it’s a tad short! hope it was okay though :) i also have no idea what happened in peaky blinders i just find cillian murphy sexy

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[imagines-1directioner]

Shut up and fuck with me! - with Niall Horan

Situação: ex!namorado!xNiall Horan x Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 2059

Avisos: +18; linguagem sexual explícita

Sinopse: S/N e Niall acabam em uma situação extremamente chata após o término e tentam resolver da pior - ou melhor - maneira possível.

N/A: Não sei aí, mas por aqui o mundo caiu numa tempestade e me inspirou a escrever tal história caliente e com um toquinho de clichê. Espero que gostem e fico na espera do feedback de vocês 🔥

curte e reblogue o post para me ajudar 🫶

“Oi, amiga! Cadê você?” - antes mesmo de colocar o celular no ouvido, escuto a voz estridente da minha amiga e aniversariante do dia. Seu tom era irritado e preocupado eu diria. E eu não poderia retrucar o possível motivo do surto, pois com certeza era o meu atraso e como de costume não consegui sair no horário planejado.

- Já pedi o Uber, tá chegando!” - tento contornar a situação logo em seguida enquanto colocava minha mochilinha amarela com apenas o necessário para passar o dia fora, tomando sol e bebendo drinks com nomes chiques.

“Não está me enrolando, né?” - infelizmente eu era daquelas de dar o bolo em cima da hora. “Estamos só esperando você!” - enfatiza, repreendendo-me de certo modo.

- Claro que eu vou! Daqui uns vinte minutos chego aí.

“Pede para o motorista acelerar.” - de fato ela estava muito ansiosa para chegar no tal resort que reservou há meses para festejar seu dia.

- OK - dou uma leve risada. - O Uber chegou. Até daqui a pouco.” - recebi a notificação de que o carro estava na frente de casa e com a pressa que estava apenas conferi a placa e já fui entrando após fechar minha casa.

- Olá, bom di.. - minha fala trava quando olho para o retrovisor e vejo os olhos azuis que me perdia todas as vezes que encarava. - Niall?

- Não é possível que vai se fazer de sonsa.

- O quê? Sonsa? - não deu nem tempo de raciocinar a situação e ele havia mexido com a minha paciência.

- Por que a supresa? - cruza os braços e sua face debochada grita acompanhada da atitude. Em nenhum momento ele virou a cabeça e olhou para mim. Todo o diálogo visual acontecia pelo ângulo do retrovisor.

- Eu não vi que era você.

- Então você entra nos carros de desconhecidos numa boa? - que abusado! respiro fundo de olhos fechados para não surtar como deveria.

- Se eu não tivesse tão atrasada eu cancelaria agora.

- Fique à vontade. - dá de ombros.

- Eu estou atrasada se não escutou, ou não prestou atenção no que eu disse, como de costume. - desta vez é ele quem suspira e revira os olhos. - Pode acelerar, por favor? - como não era besta solto meu ar irônico, o rapaz liga a carro e inicia a corrida em silêncio que eu tinha esperança de durar até os vinte minutos da viagem, mas logo após virar para a avenida principal um trânsito quilométrico surge a frente e o tempo de chegada simplesmente dobra. - Puta merda.. - sussurro preocupada. - Pode dar a ré e virar na outra rua, indo por dentro?

- Não sei se notou, mas já tem uma fila atrás do carro. - só percebo a constatação quando viro meu pescoço e observo a roubada que me meti.

- Merda!

- Vai dizer que a culpa é minha por não ter saído antes?

- Eu disse alguma coisa, Niall? Que implicância chata! Fica na tua. - meu tom de voz muda e ele percebe a minha irritação ficando finalmente quieto. Aproveitando o silêncio envio um áudio para minha amiga dizendo que me atrasaria mais do que o esperado, com uma foto do engarrafamento.

- Aniversário da Doris?

- Sim. - tenta puxar assunto mas sigo bem grossa para ele entender o quão idiota é. - Quanto tempo está dando pelo GPS?

- Quarenta e cinco minutos.

- É, impossível eu chegar a tempo. - confesso derrotada. - Se puder na próxima saída dar a volta e retornar para minha casa, agradeço.

- Vocês pretendem ir aonde?

- Te interessa?

- Estou tentando ajudar, grossa! - suspiro fundo.

- Ela marcou de passar o dia no resort que inaugurou ano passado.

- Aquele na divisa da cidade?

- Sim.

- Acho que vale mais a pena ir direto do que ir até a casa dela.

- Bom, mas você já iniciou a corrida.

- Posso te levar lá.

- Jura? - um pontinho de esperança é expressada em minha voz e consequentemente nos meus olhos.

- Contando que você não brigue comigo durante o caminho. - cada alfinetada eu rolava os olhos. Sem perder tempo aviso i grupo do aniversário da minha amiga que encontraria eles lá e que poderiam ir sem mim. Niall pega a próxima saída, indo na direção contrária da qual estávamos. Ele muda o trajeto no aplicativo e o tempo diminui em quinze minutos. Bom, já era alguma coisa.

Felizmente o único som que ouvíamos era o do rádio, permanecendo assim por quase meia hora, até notar que Horan quis bancar o esperto, não seguir o GPS e rodar com o carros nas mesmas ruas por pelo menos cinco minutos.

- Você está perdido?

- Pensei que conhecia uma atalho.

- Segue o GPS.

- O sinal foi embora. - suspiro profundo, demonstrando minha negação.

- Ótimo.

- Você tem sinal? - sem desbloquear o celular vejo que estava fora de área.

- Não também, mas eu sei onde estamos. Vira na próxima esquerda. - digo confiante, afinal eu sabia em que local nos encontrávamos.

- Vamos retornar aonde estávamos. - simplesmente sou ignorada.

- Não vamos, eu sei o que estou falando.

- Mas..

- Custa você tentar? - o moreno respira fundo e vira na rua que mencionei.

- E agora?

- A direita e depois a esquerda de novo. - assim fez e de nada adiantou, saímos em uma ruazinha vazia. - Segue reto até sairmos na principal.

- A gente já saiu da cidade, S/N! - esbraveja sem paciência.

- Tá, então se vira! - retribuo na mesma entonação e cruzo os braços, irritada.

- É você quem está atrasada, querida. - mais uma vez o deboche dele me tira do sério.

- Para aqui, vou pedir informação.

- Pra quem? Estamos no meio do nada. - no instante em que ele conclui a frase a leve garoa que caía sobre o parabrisa, transforma-se em gotas espessas e um raio corta o céu que começa a acinzentar. - Agora que não saímos daqui tão cedo. - Niall acelera o carro a fim de fugir da tempestade mas de nada adianta. Um minuto depois uma chuvarada inicia, sendo impossível enxergar um palmo da mão a nossa frente.

- Meu Deus! Que maldição é essa! - bato minhas mãos nas coxas, completamente insatisfeita com tudo que estava acontecendo. O nível de stress era tanto que qualquer palavra proferida por Horan seria motivo suficiente para gritar.

- Vamos esperar a chuva passar e tentar encontrar alguém. - e dito e feito.

- Por que você é assim?

- Assim como? - ele encara-me pela primeira vez olhando nos meus olhos, já que o carro estava desligado.

- Controlador! - admito zangada. - Toma as decisões pelos outros.

- Quer sair nessa chuva a procura de ajuda no meio do nada que nem uma louca? Por mim tudo bem, ninguém está te impedindo.

- Eu não estou falando disso.

- E está falando do quê? - o tom de soberba soou alto.

- Esquece. - falo com o intuito de me acalmar e não começar uma briga, desviando o olhar para as janelas a procura de uma alma viva.

- Agora fale! Fica alfinetando e simplesmente não consegue sustentar o que diz.

- Eu não tenho porquê dar satisfações para você.

- Você está falando de mim, do que eu sou! - o rapaz ergue a voz. - Obviamente preciso que você sustente o que fala quando o assunto sou eu. Afinal você não consegue passar um segundo sem falar de mim. - e foi com esta frase que o estopim para uma discussão iniciou.

- É isso! Esse jeito de se achar o centro das atenções, de querer mandar em tudo, de controlar as coisas que nem estão no seu controle é completamente irritante!

- Eu ser o centro de tudo? - a ironia encrustada na fala e na atitude ao apontar para si mesmo e soltar um riso ridículo, fervendo meu sangue.

- Você sim! Eu não consigo parar de falar de você? Além de egocêntrico e extremamente prepotente.

- E repito, você não consegue! - seu dedo é direcionado para mim. - O fato de eu ter terminado com você ainda te afeta de uma maneira gigantesca.

- O quê? - ele só poderia ter falado errado. Eu apenas rezava para que aquela cena patética acabasse.

- Deu para sentir assim que entrou no carro.

- Você é ridículo! - sem pensar e inteiramente zangada saio no meio daquela tempestade andando contra o carro estacionado. Eu só queria me livrar dele mesmo escutando-o me chamar para voltar e dizendo o quão “louca” eu era.

- Vamos voltar, tá chovendo muito! - não percebo que Niall me alcança e segura meu pulso, impedindo-me de andar.

- Me larga!

- Está perigoso ficar aqui.

- Eu não ligo! - no segundo seguinte um trovão alto ecoa pelos ares e outros raios caem, como se Deus reafirmasse o que Niall disse, provando mais uma vez meu ponto de vista.

- Por favor, vamos voltar!

- Volte você! Eu não quero ficar do seu lado senão eu vou explodir!

- Para de graça, S/N.

- Você me irritou, Niall! Como todas as outras vezes você me tira do sério e quer me ver fora de mim porque você é baixo, mal educado e insuportável! Muitíssimo insuportável!

- Me desculpa! - grita, e eu arregalo os olhos, surpresa. - Sim, eu passo do ponto, sou chato, insuportável.. mas é porque você me deixa assim! - justifica o injustificável, contudo eu sabia que esse era o jeito dele ‘consertar’ as coisas. E por mais que eu odiasse, era algo fofo, que me pegava de certa forma. Magicamente a situação em si pareceu acontecer em uma antiga briga nossa, que só acabava quando nossas bocas ocupavam-se sem utilizar a fala para resolver. - Sou eu que ainda não absorvi a ideia que não somos mais um casal. E eu fico puto por isso! Tão puto que perco a noção e quero arranjar motivo para pelo menos fingir que não tenho tanta culpa em acabar o que a gente teve, porque eu sinto falta e … - na adrenalina do momento e em uma vontade incontrolável calei sua boca com a minha em um beijo sedento que começou rápido mas que foi desacelerando quando nossas línguas se reconheceram.

A chuva deixou o clima muito romântico e as borboletas no meu estômago voaram como não faziam a tempos. Minhas mãos adentraram ao fios encharcados de seu cabelo e as dele agarravam meu corpo, apertando pontos estratégicos que me arrepiavam.

A medida que nos beijávamos fomos caminhando de volta a direção do veículo, e quando menos reparo bati contra o carro. Niall abre a porta de trás e me puxa para dentro sem demora. Comigo em seu colo, retornamos ao beijo quente e sem ligarmos para o peso da roupa molhada. Na verdade esta foi uma prerrogativa plausível para retiramos toda e qualquer peça e enfim sentirmos o tão esperado e maravilhoso contato pele com pele. As partes íntimas roçando uma na outra, os gemidos crescendo, o tesão controlando toda a situação dava-me arrepios bons demais para ignorar qualquer sentimento.

No ápice do tesão peço por ele e sinto Niall dentro de mim, entrando com uma facilidade enorme que quando me dei conta cavalgava com força enquanto ele beijava e mordiscava meus seios, além das mãos apertarem meu corpo deliciosamente. Quando nossas bocas se encontravam em um final de gemido eu me sentia nas nuvem e gritava por mais daquela sensação quente, prazerosa e gostosa ao extremo. Aquela sensação que só ele me proporcionava até eu desabar em seus braços e sentir o gozo escorrer sobre as pernas.

- Que delícia.. - a frase soa mais como um suspiro de alivio do que a fala em si, e o sorriso naquela boca gostosa consegue mexer comigo. Infelizmente a transe acaba com o meu celular tocando. - Alô.. oi amiga. - por um segundo Niall retorna ao relaxamento e começa a trilhar um caminho de beijos desde meu pescoço até meu seio, enlouquecendo-me. - Pois é, tá uma chuva terrível aqui. Tanto é que me perdi. - Fecho os olhos e tento segurar os gemidos. Niall ria, adorando a provocação. - Ah.. sério? - afasto Horan de mim. -Tudo bem. Amanhã vou aí na sua casa te entregar o presente… Ok, te amo também.

- E aí? O que foi? - ele questiona.

- Aniversário cancelado. - respondo entre risadas ao sair do colo dele e procurar minha toalha na mochila para pelo menos me enxugar.

- Então podemos nos resolver na minha casa?

- Já não nos resolvemos? - pergunto com um sorriso safado.

- Não do meu jeito. - o moreno tenta me amolecer e eu nego sorrindo.

- Eu estou toda molhada e sem roupa, não dá.

- Se esse for o problema, ainda tem algumas peças no meu armário. - a confissão desperta uma certa chama em meu peito e um riso bobo escapa. - Eu te disse, não consegui aceitar que não estamos mais juntos.

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I have a request, if you would write about it! If it's too sad then it's totally okay! My request is something like Y/N comes home after a super stressful day at work, she's a waitress/public servant, she's been shouted at by customers, had food thrown at her, just been the worst day possible, she comes home and throws her bag and keys/phone at the wall and just collapses on the floor into tears and starts to have a panic attack, she doesn't know Niall's home yet and he comes round the corner after hearing the noise and just comforts her and manages to get her through her panic attack and it turns into a snuggle fest😭 you're doing god's work for us Niall girlies, thank you for writing about him❤️ again if this is too uncomfortable I totally understand!

KISSES FOR YOU ANON. Thank you for requesting him🥹 This is definitely fine for me to write! I have quite a bit of a background with these kinds of things. I worked fast food for two years and I still work in customer service. It is soooooo not a cake walk. I hope this is close to what you asked for! I kind of wrote this based off of one of my worst nights at my restaurant.

Meltdown

Niall Horan x reader

Summary- Y/N has a panic attack after a horrible night at work and Niall helps her through it.

Songs used- Meltdown by Niall Horan

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“Y/N, really! Clean yourself up and get back to work! If you’re not sick, you can work!”

I let out a sigh and hold back my tears as I nod, turning away from my manager.

Tonight had not been my night. What had started off as a decent 12 hour shift had turned into one of the worst nights of my life. I had been cursed at several times, a beverage was thrown on me and I just had a child throw up on me.

I sniffle and head to the bathroom to clean up, trying to hold back from throwing up myself. I take my time to clean up, trying to take deep breaths and calm down, remembering what my boyfriend had said. His smile always made my heart flutter, especially when he would talk about something he had planned.

I head out of the bathroom and I’m motioned over to a table not in my section by a man who seemed angry.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

His eyebrows furrow and he begins to shout at me.

“This is the third time my steak has been cooked wrong! Can’t you people do anything right?! I asked for it medium, this is rare!”

I bow my head and apologize multiple times.

“I’m so sorry about that sir! I’ll have your server put in for another and make sure that it is correct.”

The man shakes his head and rises from the table before turning to me.

“No, I want you to go fix this now! And I’m not gonna pay for my meal! If you can’t do that, then I want to speak to your manager! I’ll have your job!”

Biting back my tears, I nod and run off from the table with another bow. I quickly make my way through the restaurant and push the door open to the back, rushing behind it as quick as possible.

I hurry past the other staff in the kitchen and I reach the office, where my manager was waiting.

“Y/N, I really don’t know what’s going on with you today. We’ve gotten multiple complaints about you and that’s just not acceptable. Go home, the store owner will be calling you regarding your place here.”

Tears begin to swell and my eyes and I try to fight back.

“Mr. Adams-.”

He shakes his head and sighs.

“Just go home. You’ve done enough for tonight.”

I nod and wipe my tears as I grab my bag from the break area, clock out and head out to my car. As soon as I get going, the tears start to fall. I somehow manage to get home, despite my blurry vision, and I pull into the empty driveway. Without another thought, I get out, locking my car before I head inside.

I unlock the door and go inside, immediately kicking off my shoes, before closing the door and collapsing against it, letting a loud cry out. I throw my phone and my purse at the wall across from me, letting out another loud cry and a scream of frustration.

I bury my head in my hands, thoughts running through my head only causing me to cry harder. I let out a pained cough and I jump when I feel something touch my arm.

I look up to see my boyfriend, Niall, with a worried expression on his face. He crouched down to my level and places a hand on my shoulder.

“Petal, I thought you had to work late? What are you doing home?”

I can’t seem to find the words and I can only cry more, my breathing uneven as I sink deeper into what I now realized was a panic attack.

I felt so useless… Like I couldn’t do anything right. I’ve always been hardworking and I always tried my very best… Was it just not enough for anyone?

Niall sits down and pulls me into his lap, cradling me in his arms and he softly sings to me as he rocks me.

When it all melts down I'll be there

Talkin' to yourself in the bathroom

Losin' your mind in the mirror like you have to

Ooh, Ooh

Screamin' in your car in the driveway

Spinnin' out think your life's going sideways

Ooh,Ooh

One broken glass turns to total collapse

Just know this too shall pass

I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now

Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

When it all melts down I'll be there

Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

When it all melts down I'll be there

I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now

He continues to rock me back and forth, whispering to me and placing little kisses on my forehead.

“Niall?”

He hums softly and he looks into my eyes.

“I smell like vomit…”

He lets out a small chuckle and squeezes me tight.

“How about we fix that? A nice bath? Maybe some Chinese or Pizza? I bought more of your favorite Seagram’s when I bought groceries.”

I look up at him and I start to tear up again. I grab at his shirt, tears falling down my cheeks.

“Don’t leave? Take a bath with me?”

He smiles and nods.

“Bath then cuddles? And Kitchen Nightmares.”

He places a small kiss on my lips before he kisses my cheeks with a smile. He slowly stands up and he carries me upstairs, continuing to whisper everything I needed to hear. He never asked, but he was there… And that was all I needed in the end.

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I hope that was okay lovely! I honestly do love writing for Niall and he needs as much love as possible😭

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You're Perfect

Niall Horan x Fem!reader

summary: when insecurities get in the way, your boyfriend is always there to make you feel like the most important person in the world

content/warnings: mentions of insecurities

word count: 609

note/request: "Could I get a Niall Horan x reader where she is sensitive but offensive about how she looks. Niall shows her he doesn't mind any look even if it looks messy or weight sensitive. Maybe he could like show her how beautiful he thinks she is. Reader would be female, light skin, brown hair, brown eyes. They could be long time friends that turn into a relationship" - anon

I stuck as closely to your request as I could without getting to specific about the readers appearance so everyone could insert themselves. I also kind of was at a loss for how to extend this since I struggle writing hurt/comfort but I hope you love it!

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Standing in front of the mirror crying was a very common thing for you. Your insecurities had always been a very big part of your life. They held you back from doing a lot of things. Currently, they were preventing you being able to leave the house.

Niall had a reservation set up for the two of you at one of your favorite restaurants to celebrate your anniversary. When he told you about it this morning, you already decided what you were going to wear.

You had impulsively bought a dress a few weeks back that you didn't really have any purpose for. You loved the way it looked on the model. It accentuated every curve perfectly and highlighted every breathtaking feature she had. But when you wore it, it did the opposite.

"Babe? You almost ready? We've gotta-" Niall's voice cut off as soon as he saw you. He slowly raked his eyes up and down your figure, his eyes darkening the longer he stared.

Your eyes immediately started watering as every thought he must be having began running through your mind. Every negative thought you had ever had about yourself sprang to the surface. Every negative emotion you've ever felt clouded your mind.

"I'm sorry, I'll change. I really thought this dress was perfect and it was but I ruined it and-" Niall pulled you into his arms suddenly, guiding your head to rest in the crook of his shoulder.

"Baby, you look amazing. You always do." You never knew that two sentences could push you over the edge, but they sure as hell did as violent sobs began wracking through your body.

Niall slowly led you over to the bed, sitting you on his lap as you continued crying. He repeated over and over how perfect you are as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.

As your sobs slowly began to die down, you raised your head just enough to look into Niall's eyes. You took the moment to study his features. Everything from his perfectly-styled hair that is usually sloppy to his gorgeous blue eyes with the faintest bit of green was engraved into your mind, a constant reminder of just how perfect he was.

"Hi." You carefully wiped your eyes, hoping to save whatever makeup was still on your face.

"Hi petal. D'ya feel any better?" You nodded, cuddling back into the crook of his neck.

"Alright then, let's get ya cozy hm?" He moved his hand towards the back of the dress, slowly starting to unzip the zipper. Your hand flew back as soon as you comprehended what was happening, pulling his hand back between the two of you.

"Ni, what're you doing? We gotta get going." He shook his head, hair flopping wildly around after he had spent so much time fixing it.

"Nope. We're gonna stay right 'ere, in this bed, cuddlin all night long." His head moved down to your chest, leaving kisses across the open skin.

"But what about the reservation?" A small pout made its way onto your face, quickly followed by Niall's thumbs smoothing out the creases and manually lifting your lips up into a smile.

"Screw the damn reservation. I'd rather be cuddled up with m'girl any day." His hand traveled back to the zipper, you no longer fighting it.

When you both finally changed into more comfortable clothes, you cuddled up in bed and turned on one of your favorite movies. Your laughs echoed all throughout the room, redirecting Niall's focus to you every time. Honestly, he would much rather watch you watch the movie than actually watch it himself. You're just so pretty.

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[niallhorxns]

Niall Horan x Reader: Worth Fighting For

Prompt: The distance while he's on tour is difficult, you and Niall try to make it work.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi all!! So excited to be writing again. Please enjoy this slightly angsty, short fic. And please feel free to send any / all Niall requests my way :)

Niall’s contact photo pops up on your phone. The ringer interrupts the song you were playing through your car speakers, but before you even slide to answer, you already know the sound of his voice is going to be way better than whatever poppy tune had been on.  

“Hey babe,” you smile widely, trying to balance your phone between your ear and shoulder as you drive home from work. The fact that you would be seeing Niall tonight has been the only thing keeping you smiling throughout the day. Not even the heavy traffic can interfere with your good mood.  

Since you’ve been together, you’ve dealt with Niall spending long hours at the studio– and occasionally taking long weekend trips to Ireland or New York. But this tour was so much more difficult than any of that. 

When Niall left for his latest tour, you both were dedicated to making things work. You planned FaceTimes and phone calls and flew in to see him whenever you could. However, the last few months had been harder than you could have ever anticipated, and the distance had definitely taken a toll on your relationship. 

But right now, none of that mattered, because Niall would be home tonight.  

“Hey there,” Niall says back. You can hear chatter in the background and briefly wonder if he’s landed yet.  

“Are you almost home?” You ask, hopeful.

There’s a brief pause, then Niall sighs. “That’s actually what I was calling about—“

“Oh no,” you interrupt. “Was the flight delayed?”

“No…” he clears his throat, “I’m actually still in New York.”

The moment he says the words, your coffee canister slips from your hands, spilling over your lap and car. The heat immediately seeps through your skirt. You’re lucky you don’t crash as you try to wipe it up with the napkins stuffed in your cup holder.  

“Shit,” you gasp, your thighs burning from the hot beverage. “Shit, shit, shit—“  

“Baby?” You hear his worried voice through the line. 

You flip your blinker on and pull over on the side of the road. You wipe up the remainder of the coffee, ignoring Niall asking if everything was okay on the other end of the line.  

Once your legs no longer feel like they’re on fire, you pick your phone back up, and already on the verge of tears resume your conversation.

“Are you serious?” You ask. “I thought you had three nights off.”

“I know– I do, but we got the opportunity to play on Fallon, my agent booked it–“ 

You can tell he’s trying to dodge a fight, which you’ve been doing a lot of lately. Last week you were mad when he canceled your FaceTime date to go out with bandmates instead. The week before that, he was frustrated that you declined his offer to fly you out to Denver with less than a day's notice.

Seeing each other today has been what you were both holding onto. Or at least that’s what you thought.

“Why do you have to play Fallon, Niall? It’s not like you’re desperate to grow your image–”

“I know, but it’s a good opportunity to expand to other listeners–”

You sigh, and without raising your voice say,  “I just… We’ve had these dinner plans for so long— I mean my parents have been talking about this for weeks.“

“I know, I know, I know—“ he says frantically, “I’m so sorry, believe me, I’d much rather be there than here… this place is nuts.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, and close your eyes, listening to the sound of traffic rushing by your parked vehicle.  

“Okay,” you sigh, feeling so defeated and drained all of a sudden. “Okay, well, we’ll miss you.”

“I know, tell everyone I say I’m sorry for not being there.”

“Yeah, alright,” you agree.  

“So we’ll just talk later then?” He asks, the noise in the background getting louder.  

“Okay,” you say before hanging up. 

You can’t help but notice that the “I love you’s” were skipped.  

You drive the rest of the way home with your fingers tightly clutching the steering wheel. Your knuckles are white by the time you pull into the driveway. You drag your bag and coffee-stained self into the house to change and get ready for dinner with your family.  

You try convincing yourself that the night will be fun, regardless of the fact that Niall bailed.  But the moment you sit around the table at the restaurant and count that you are in fact the ninth wheel of the family, you know things are doomed. Plus you can’t shake the achy feeling inside your chest that makes you fear for your relationship with Niall. You’d been holding onto this weekend together with everything you had. It’s kept you grounded, and reminded you that this distance between you and Niall won’t last forever– that this tour will eventually end. 

Except now, you have nothing to hold on to.  

“Where’s Niall?” Your mother immediately asked. Of course she does– because your family loves Niall. 

Without even thinking, you lie, “His flight got delayed. Bad weather. Tornadoes, I think—“  you’re not sure why you don’t tell the truth. Denial, maybe. Embarrassment that his job would always come before you.

“Bad weather?” Your brother asks, “Where is he?”

“New York,“ you say quickly. 

Your brother pulls out his phone. After a moment his brows furrow. “Huh, weird. The weather app says it’s sunny and clear there.”

Instantly you feel your face turning red. “Yeah… weird,” you say. 

Your brother opens his mouth– probably to ask more questions, but his girlfriend elbows him, indicating for him to shut his mouth. You give her a soft smile in appreciation.

You stay quiet for the majority of the meal, and you don’t feel much like eating. You try to listen to your dad talk about golf, but all you can focus on is how Niall might chime into the conversation. You try to listen to your older brother when he complains about his meal, but all you can imagine is how Niall would nudge your leg and offer you a sly smile, knowing how much that annoyed you. 

You can’t be present because all you can do is think about how much you miss him– you miss his laugh, and the smell of his aftershave. You miss how warm hands always are, and how they’re always touching you– every chance he can get. You miss the way he can always lighten the mood, and how safe you feel just knowing he’s around. You miss him with everything inside of you– and his absence tonight only makes you miss him more. 

All-in-all, you’re relieved when everyone is ready to head home.  

“Hey,” your brother’s girlfriend catches up to you before you can head to your car.

“Hi,” you smile.

“Is everything okay? I just— I wanted to make sure, because you do know New York doesn’t really have tornados, right?”

You nod and let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, I know. And Niall’s flight never got delayed,” you take a deep breath, “I guess that just sounded better than the fact that he didn’t even get on his flight. Got caught up at work,” you explain.

She sighs empathetically. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I just—“ you feel the tears starting to fill your eyes and you wipe them away, embarrassed. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh no,” she says empathetically.

“The distance is just, really, really hard. Way harder than I ever thought—“ Even you can tell how choked up your voice sounds. “And I just don’t see it ending anytime soon. I mean, sure, this tour will end. But he loves his job, so I know there will just be another one. And another. And can’t ask him to give that up. But I can’t compete with it. I just don’t know if I can do it—”

“Maybe you should talk to him about this,” she suggests, as she soothingly rubs your shoulder. “Tell him how much it’s bothering you. Be honest.”

You nod. “Yeah you’re probably right.” You wipe your runny nose on your sleeve.  

“Let us know if you need anything, okay?”

You nod, thanking her and hugging her goodbye. She’s right. You do need to talk to Niall. But that’s a conversation you wish you could just keep on the back burner, ignoring until everything ignited. You dreaded it the whole way home.  

When you did finally arrive home, you puttered around the house– put the dishes away, washed your face, got into your pajamas, all as an effort to stall. Finally, you curled up on the couch. With no more excuses to delay the inevitable, you pulled out your phone and clicked on Niall’s contact. You hated this– everything about it. You hated that you hated it– hated that you were dreading calling your favorite person in the entire world… the only person who made you feel whole. 

The phone rang three times before Niall answered. “Hey baby,” he said cheerfully. “How’re you?”

“Okay,” you said quietly. “How was Fallon?” 

“Not bad– that guy from the TV show you like… the one on HBO? God, I can’t remember the name of it now. But he was there. Made me think of you. The crowd was fun– a few people actually knew the words. How was dinner?” He asks.  

“It was fine—“ you lie, not really wanting to fake small talk. “Everyone missed you.”

“Yeah, I wish I could’ve been there.”

You clear your throat as you anxiously pick at the skin around your thumb.  

“Listen, Niall. We need to talk—“

“Babe,” he protests, like he knows where this is going. “I already apologized for not being there— I wanted to, but I couldn’t say no after they booked the gig–”

You don’t want another fight. You’re too tired, too drained, too sad to fight. You love Niall– so much so that you wanted him around all the time– needed him. And you know Niall loves you too. But Niall also loves music, and touring. One was always going to interfere with the other, and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. And suddenly, the realization that this just isn’t going to work hits you like a ton of bricks.

“I know…” you say as non-confrontational as possible, “I know it’s your job, I understand that, but I— I need you here, Niall. And maybe that’s selfish of me, or whatever, but it’s true. I need you here. And I don’t know if I can do this distance thing, I thought I could, but I don’t think I can. It’s… Honestly, it’s killing me.”

“What do you mean you can’t do it?” Niall asks. “I mean, what do you want me to do? Quit? Do you want me to quit the tour?”

You squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation of what’s about to happen.  

“No, I don’t want that,” you say, your voice becoming thick with tears. You could never take performing away from Niall– you wouldn’t be the thing that came between him and his passion. “I hate that this is through the phone, but I don’t think we should do this anymore. I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

A long, heavy silence settles over the air. It sends waves of blood pumping to your ears. It’s deafening. 

You begin wondering if you should provide more of an explanation, but then Niall speaks. 

“Baby—“ he pleads, his voice suddenly full of desperation. “Please, I know you’re mad about tonight but I can fix this—“

“I’m not mad,” you tell him honestly, pushing the emotion in your voice down and trying to muscle through. “I understand that you couldn’t say no. I know you wanted to be here but couldn’t. But I come second to your job, Niall. And I always will. And that’s not your fault. But it’s not my fault either. And I– I just think that I need more than that.”

He’s stammering incoherently on the other end, and you imagine what his face looks like right now. Is he crying? Are his eyebrows all scrunched up?

He tries protesting again, but you can’t think about anything other than getting off the phone.  

“I’m really sorry this isn’t in person, you deserve that. But I just can’t keep doing this,” you explain. “When you’re back in LA, shoot me a text and I can get your stuff together.”

“Baby–” he pleads. 

But you cut him off. “Goodbye,” you whisper, hitting the end button before he can convince you to change your mind. As soon as the line goes dead, you break out into uncontrollable sobs.  The weight on your shoulders that you thought would be lifted only felt heavier as you let yourself fall back against the cushions of the couch you bought together.

Your chest aches. Desperately, you clutch your arm around yourself, trying to hold everything together. 

It hurts like fucking hell. 

It’s the kind of pain you know will leave lasting scars– the kind you know you’ll carry with you forever. And the only person you’d ever want to call to help you through it is the one you just broke up with. 

Broke up. 

You and Niall broke up. 

You cry harder. 

You cry and cry and cry– until there’s nothing left inside of you, until you’re pretty sure if you cried anymore, you’d need an IV to replace all the fluids. You cry until finally, you drift off into an uneasy sleep, curled up on the couch with Netflix playing on the TV, the screen lighting up the otherwise dark living room. 

The clock below the TV reads 7 am when you wake to the sound of the front door opening.  

Your first instinct is to scream, but you catch a glimpse of the familiar, dark haired man crossing the room before that can happen.

“Niall?” You say groggily, rubbing your tired eyes. “What are you doing?” You feel like you might still be dreaming.

“I know you probably don’t want me here,” he says, he’s out of breath, panting, even– like he ran across the country overnight to be here. That’s when it hits you that Niall is really here– not across the country in New York, but standing in your shared living room in LA. 

“Just hear me out—” He begs. When you don’t protest, he continues. “I love my job,” he states. “Playing music has always been my dream, and then that dream came true. I love touring– I love performing.I love being able travel around so much—“

You let your eyes wander to the floor, wondering where this all is going.

“But none of that compares to how much I love you,” he says, his shoulders finally deflating.  “And I’ll quit in a heartbeat if that’s what it takes. Please, please don’t be mad– I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work, I swear.”

It had been so long since Niall had told you he loved you, that you feared it might no longer be true. But as soon as he says the words with such honesty and passion, your face scrunches up and the tears start to fall, because you immediately believe him. For a moment, you forget that you’d practically broken up with him over the phone.

All you care about is that he’s here. Niall is here, standing in front of you in real life for the first time in so long. As soon as he sees your face crumple, he’s crossing the room in two quick strides. Before you can protest, he’s kneeling in front of you on the couch. 

Your knees– you think. But then one of Niall’s hands is cradling your cheek softly while the other rests on your thigh, and all you can think about is how grateful you are that he’s home. 

“I’m not mad, I just… I– I miss you–” you sob before leaning forward, arms winding around his neck while you crash into him. “I miss you so much, all the time.” 

His arms wind around you tightly. He smells so familiar, and when he tightens his grip around you, you immediately feel safe and secure and whole again– the way only Niall can make you feel.   

You’re not sure how long you stay like that. But you’re afraid that the minute you let go, things will fall apart again.  

“I miss you too,” he whispers, hand coming up to stroke through your hair. “God, I missed you so much.”

You lean into his touch, try to memorize the feel of it. Then, you sigh into his neck. “I could never ask you to quit your job. You love your job more than anything. You’d be so unhappy and I’d hate myself for making you unhappy.”

Niall pulls you away from himself– holding you out in front of him. “You come before my job, okay? It’s not even close. If I quit music, I’d miss it. Of course I would. But I can write songs here– play my guitar here. Eventually, it’d feel okay. But if I lost you–” Niall shakes his head, like the thought alone is too unbearable. “I don’t know if I’d ever be able to be happy again. You come first, okay? Always.” 

You give Niall the best attempt at a smile that you can come up with, enough to show him that you appreciate his gesture. It’s nice actually hearing how much Niall cares for you. He smiles back, it’s weak and doesn’t reach his eyes, but it’s a smile all the same. And it’s Niall’s. 

But then it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a slight frown before he says, “What if you came with me?”

Taken aback, you immediately shake your head. “What? On tour?”

He nods, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Yeah, why not?”  

You open your mouth, presumably to list the reasons why that would be such a bad idea. But your mind is blank. 

“You can bring your laptop– work from the bus, or hotel or whatever. We could travel around, see things. Just be together.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’d get sick of me–”

“Are you kidding? I’m sick of being away from you.”

“Niall– there’s no way. I have work– what about the apartment?”

“It’s an apartment, not a dog. It doesn’t need food or water. Plus, I won’t be touring all the time. Just for a few more months. We’d get through it, then figure out what to do next. But we’d be together.”

The more he talked, the more you realize that maybe it isn’t such a bad idea. Like he said, it’s only a few months. Maybe it really could work. 

And in that moment, on top of admiration and love and endearment, you feel hopeful– hopeful for the first time in a long time. Because even though things between you and Niall are far from perfect, you love him and he loves you. And that’s worth fighting for.  

[ameliora-j]

— favorite girl 𐐪𐑂 niall horan

𐐪𐑂 summary -> you accidentally push yourself too far into subspace and soft dom!niall takes over

𐐪𐑂 content -> fem!reader, smut, masturbation [f!receiving], overstimulation, squirting, subspace, toy use, dominant/submissive themes, personal assistant!reader, crybaby!reader, soft dom!niall, daddy kink, praise, casual dominance, lots of pet names [pet, petal, princess], tooth rotting fluff and a bit of domesticity, basically an aftercare fic, 18+ ONLY MDNI

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The sexual frustration had been bubbling in your core for as long as you could remember. Niall didn’t mean to neglect you, truly… But with The Voice, and then his album release, and merch, and tour dates bleeding together with festival dates, his schedule had become hectic. And as his assistant, so had your’s. It’s not like you could put ‘dick me down’ into his calendar either.

Well, you could… But you felt that it’d be quite immature. So now here you lay, sprawled across the bed you shared with him, a thick toy plunging into your g spot over and over. You’d lost count of how many times you’d made yourself tip over the edge, each orgasm bleeding together with the last. Tears of overstimulation prickled the corners of your eyes and you were nearly ready to give up.

The problem isn’t that you needed release—clearly that had already happened more than enough. However, no matter how big or thick the toy is, or how many times it plunges into that spot that makes you see stars… Nothing is Niall. Nothing would ever compare to the way that he made you feel, thus you were now bordering along orgasm number six and still weren’t satiated.

Not for lack of trying, however. You’d been at it for the better part of three hours, starting off slow and teasing yourself the way Niall always did, then slowly picking up the pace until you were blindly overstimulating yourself, your hips chasing the toy subconsciously in search of that spark Niall ignited inside you. Unfortunately, it never came. And that’s how you became a mess on the bed.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gasped and wheezed for breath. The stimulation of your cunt was beginning to hurt. Slowly bleeding in from pleasure to burning pain. You wanted nothing more than to get away from the overstimulation, but your hips couldn’t help but chase the feeling as you searched for something only Niall could give you.

For a moment, everything stopped. Your leg was lifted in the air, arm beginning to cramp as you continued to shove the toy into your cunt. The world began spinning slower, and your vision slowly faded until it was completely blocked by a milky white cloud of euphoria. Your legs shook violently, your body convulsing as the toy slipped from your hand.

You lay in the middle of the bed, panting quietly as you tried to catch your breath while your body shook atop the comforter. Beneath you was a puddle of your own arousal and sweat, and only when you noticed how wet your body had become did the reality of the situation begin to daunt on you.

You just touched yourself. You just used a toy. You just made yourself cum… Multiple times—all of these without Niall’s permission. You broke so many rules. He’s gonna be so mad at you. Your heart began beating faster in your chest, now out of fear rather than exhaustion. You bolted from the bed, quickly getting yourself cleaned up and into one of his shirts before taking the sheets down to the laundry.

Your legs were unsteady as you walked around the house, and your mind unfocused. Niall would be home soon, and likely expecting dinner on the table the way you’d always had. So, that’s what you did… Or rather, that’s what you attempted to do. Your mind was so fuzzy, and your brain so unfocused that you ended up burning the pasta for your chicken fettuccine. The chicken baked improperly, and ended up tasting rubbery, and the garlic bread was too garlicky.

Nothing came out right, and you were so overwhelmed that by the time Niall was opening the front door, tears had begun spilling over your visage. “Hey Pet. I’m ho…” Niall cut off his own sentence, freezing in his tracks as he saw your state. “Pet? What happened?” He asked, panic and worry laced in his voice.

“I’m sorry” you whined out quietly. “I’m sorry Daddy, I burned dinner. And I messed everything up” you hiccuped out. “I was so bad I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you rushed out, now borderline sobbing.

Niall’s heart cracked, and his arms wrapped around you tightly. “Oh baby, it’s okay” he murmured. “It’s okay, princess. We can just order a pizza, yeah? Daddy’s not mad” he whispered softly, gently stroking your hair. “Not mad at you, jus please stop crying. Hate it when you’re so sad” he frowned softly.

“No, I broke the rules!” You sobbed roughly. Niall’s frown turned to one of confusion now, rather than pure sadness. He rubbed your back gently, pulling back a bit to gaze properly at you.

“What are you on about, Petal?” He hummed gently, squeezing lightly at your hip. He did everything he usually would, working to calm you down so that he could fully understand what was going on and why his girl was so distraught.

You took a deep breath, wheezing a bit as you struggled through your tears. Niall cooed at you in encouragement as you did your breathing techniques. Once you had calmed down, you began to divulge how you'd been so bad, breaking his rules. “I’m sorry, Daddy” you sniffled. “I was so needy and you were so busy. Know ‘s against the rules but I used my toy. Came so many times but it wasn’t the same. Needed you” you whined quietly, knuckling at your eyes. You took another breath, attempting to keep your tears at bay. “Touched myself, used my toy, ‘n made myself cum. Didn’ ask Daddy if I could, that's bad,” you finished. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy… I’ll take whatever punishment you give me” your whispered.

“Oh, Petal…” Niall whispered softly. He pulled you closer, gently running his fingers through your hair. He lifted you then, carrying you to the couch and sitting with you on his lap. He pulled you to his chest, rocking gently with you in his hold to aid you in relaxing. “Daddy’s not been good to you lately, has he?” He asked softly, gently moving your hair away from your face.

You stayed quiet, afraid that he was taunting you after you’d broken so many of his rules. Nervous that he was trying to trap you into making your own punishment worse as he so often did. But you couldn’t handle that right now, you were too soft. Niall, being the oh so attentive and loving dom that he is, recognized that. He saw the unfocused and glossy look in your eyes, the distraction and frustration the moment he stepped into the door and watched you cooking dinner. Only, he didn’t realize how bad it was until you finished explaining what had tipped you to this point.

“‘S okay Pet, you can be honest” he hummed. “Been ignoring you, haven’t given my Princess the proper attention she deserves” he continued on. “Wasn’t a very good Daddy, was I?” He asked gently.

“No, Daddy…” You whispered shyly, gently nosing against his neck in search of more comfort. He squeezed your hip lightly, humming as he held you closer. You sighed in content, closing your eyes as your body fully relaxed against him.

“There’s my girl” he whispered, stroking your hip with his thumb as he felt you become malleable in his hold. “I’m sorry I haven’t been payin’ attention to you, sweetheart. I’ve been so distracted by work. That’s no excuse though, is it?” He asked. The question was rhetorical, and you knew as much when he continued on to answer it on his own. “Should always have time to take care of the prettiest girl in the world” he smiled softly, gently kissing your nose. “I love you, sweet girl. My good girl” he smiled softly.

“Good girl” you echoed quietly, nodding as you held him tighter. He smiled softly, pressing another kiss to your head.

“What do you say we have a bath and then cuddle a bit, hmm?” he asked softly. “I’ll get your hair all done, get you nice and comfortable for bed” he murmured, kissing across your shoulders. “Can order a pizza and put on that show you love so much, that sound good baby?” He asked softly.

“Sounds good, Daddy” you whispered, bobbing your head gently in a nod.

“It’s okay princess, ‘s just Niall now, hmm?” He smiled softly, kissing your head. “Think you’ll be okay if I go and clean up the kitchen?” He asked softly. You nodded once more, and with that he stood. He tucked the throw blanket around your slightly-shivering form and went to the kitchen. He was quick to clean up the mess before coming back to carry you into your shared master bathroom.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

Once in the bathroom, Niall set you down on top of the counter. He kissed your head before he turned and ran the water, making sure that it was the right temperature for you. He shot you a charming smile as he went back over to the cabinet you were sitting on top of. “What kind of bubbles do you want, Pet?” He asked softly, planting a gentle kiss to your calf as he kneeled between your legs in front of the cabinet.

“Um…” You hummed softly as you thought, chewing gently on your nails. “The lavender one” you finally decided, looking down at him with a shy smile.

“Take your fingers out of your mouth, beautiful” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your knee as he said it. He was firm in his words, but gentle in his kiss—speaking to you in the way he always did in this state of mind. This way, you knew it was an order, but you also knew he wasn’t mad at you. You murmured a quick apology, pulling your hand away from your mouth. He simply kissed your leg once more, letting you know all was okay before grabbing the lavender bath salts and bubbles.

He stood again, kissing your gently puckered lips and causing a giggle to spill past your lips. The sound was music to his ears, especially after hearing your heartbreaking sobs just minutes ago. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto his face as he saw your happiness return. “I love you, Pet,” he smiled softly.

“I love you too, NiNi” you whispered. The nickname let him know that you were slowly returning to your usual self, though the fog in your brain hadn’t fully cleared up yet. He turned, pouring the bubbles and salts into the water before returning them back to their rightful place beneath the sink.

Once the bath was full, Niall turned to you. He saw you nod, and knew you wanted him to undress you rather than do it yourself. He smiled in adoration, walking the short distance to you once more. He kissed your head, unable to stop himself from adorning your skin with his gentle lips for what felt like the hundredth time since he got home. Niall was soft as he unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from your shoulders to leave you bare before helping you out of your underwear. “Do you want me to sit in with you or stay out here, Petal?” He asked you gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at your pretty face.

“In please” you answered softly. And Niall would never say no to you anyway, but with that pretty pout and those wide eyes, he was already a complete goner; unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of himself as he got ready to bathe with you. Once he was bare, he lifted you from the counter and sat in the bath with you in front of him, between his spread legs. When buying a house, Niall had taken into consideration your love for baths after he fucked you into oblivion—and right now he was thankful he remembered so as the two of you sat comfortably in the hot water.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

The bathing part of your bath was over quickly, washing you off always being the first thing Niall did. He noticed how sweaty your body had become from your overstimulation earlier on through the thin cotton of his white shirt you wore—thusly, he washed your hair for you as well. Even with Niall washing your hair, and cleaning your body of your sticky arousal and multiple orgasms, the bathing was over within fifteen minutes.

Your body still wasn’t fully calmed down by then, and therefore when Niall asked if you were ready to get out yet, you simply whined in protest. It had now been at least forty minutes since Niall had put the two of you in the bath. The water had begun to cool, slowly losing its relaxing aura the colder the water became. This time when Niall asked you if you were ready to exit, you nodded sleepily and yawned quietly.

Niall gently moved you, climbing out first and wrapping a towel around his hips. He unplugged the bath, grabbing your fluffy towel and lifting you from the water, wrapping it around your body. “Want me to brush your teeth for you, Princess?” He hummed softly.

“No, I can do it” you nodded softly, smiling at him. “Thank you, Ni” you murmured. He smiled, kissing your nose as he grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste for you. He let you know that he was going to get new sheets on the bed while you brushed, and you nodded in reply. While Niall made the bed, you brushed your teeth and got your skincare done. By the time you were walking out of the bathroom, Niall was putting the pillows back on the bed.

“Hi, pretty girl” he smiled softly, walking over to you. He wore sweatpants now, foregoing a shirt as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Feelin’ better now?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, Ni” you whispered, nodding softly. You puckered your lips once more, and he obliged your silent request, leaning down and kissing you softly. “I love you” you whispered as the two of you pulled back.

“I love you, Petal” he echoed, kissing your head. “Let’s get you comfortable, hmm?” He smiled, carrying you over to the bed. He sat you down, going to your drawers to grab panties and one of his white t-shirts. He gently put them on you, helping you to put lotion on before detangling your hair.

He finished getting you ready for bed and got you beneath the covers, climbing in with you and pulling you close. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote, handing it to you. “Thanks, Ni” you whispered, turning on the TV and flicking to your favorite show as he took out his phone to order a pizza.

“Food’s on the way, baby” he murmured after a while, kissing your temple.

“You’re so good to me, Ni” you whispered softly, gazing up at him from where you were cuddled into his side.

“Only the best for my favorite girl” he smiled softly, kissing your nose gently.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

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[justmeinatree]

04 - How Good We Have It Though

Summary : part 4 to Let Passion Get Too Much … niall x louis x reader threesome

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, double penetration, creampie, choking, pussy slapping, subspace

Word Count : 4.5k

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it was a fluke really. you don’t remember the last time you had the confidence to blurt out that you clearly wanted sex. with your best friend, no less. but also to just have the guts to lay it all out on the table. 

it must have been the weed. at least, that’s what you’ll blame it on later if they ask. either way, you don’t think they’ll be too hung up on it. especially since they currently both have their cocks nestled tightly into your cunt.

“so, do we have to wait for some kind of event ?” you blurted out earlier that night, curled up with niall on the couch, louis sitting sideways on the armchair, legs thrown over the side. 

you’d started noticing a few weeks ago that your joint smoking sessions had gotten much more frequent. almost as if the three of you were just looking for an excuse to be in the same room, probably in a pointless attempt to see if anything would happen. truthfully, you were all too scared to make the first move. 

but you were absolutely over it, and honestly the entire thing was just getting stupid. so you used the courage, or more like lack of care to anyone’s reaction, thanks to the second joint you were smoking, to speak up.

“what are you talking about ?” niall asks, eyebrows furrowing slightly, leaning his head against yours, still in a cuddle.

“to fuck,” you explain pointedly, “the three of us. do we really need some kind of event ?” 

niall and louis exchange glances, something you can tell is happening, even from the crook of niall’s neck. so you pull away from him, sitting yourself comfortably to face them both. 

“can’t we ?” you ask softly, looking over them. “we all love it, right ? we’ve all said so time and time again.”

“yeah,” louis’ quick to jump in, nodding, “s’the best really,” he agrees, looking over at niall’s expression, not wanting to cross any sort of line with him.

“you gotta know i love it,” niall laughs, nodding towards louis, “only one that can make me cum when m’drunk apparently.”

“bad luck for the irish man, innit ?” louis chuckles, shaking his head and taking a big breathy sigh, adding more seriously, “feel like there’s gotta be some rules now.” because he’s not exactly that naive. as much as he can tell himself that there’s nothing better. that you two love him just the same. always have. that you’re all in this for a good time. at the end of the day, louis is the outsider in this agreement. he’s not the one that gets to call either you nor niall, his. 

niall looks over at you, having a silent conversation with your eyes, niall speaking up, “if we’re including louis, s’only when we’re all here. one on one feels like crossing a line.”

you nod, reaching for niall’s hand, giving it a squeeze, and pecking his lips, louis adding, “that’s fair, don’t wanna be fucking up anyone’s relationship.” and it’s true. he’d absolutely hate himself if he was the cause for any trust issues between you and niall. or worse, the cause of a failed relationship/friendship.

“can i-“ you cut yourself off, sighing, “look, what happens between us, stays between us right ?” you ask. “i mean like, we can totally trust each other.”

“course petal,” niall coos, giving your thigh a squeeze, looking over your face, trying to figure out where you’re going with this. because not once, in the decade you’d been dating, have you ever mentioned any lack of trust.

“you know you can trust me, lovely,” louis hums, “where’s this coming from ?”

“no,” you furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head, because they got it all wrong, “m’not talking about me. look, you both have talked with me. and truth is, you both feel the exact same way about what we do and how it makes you feel.”

and with that, the energy in the room shifts. like all the air around you has just gotten incredibly heavy. like a balloon being pushed to its limits, waiting for the pressure to make it all pop.

a moment later, louis lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head playfully, “christ, really gonna back us into that corner ?”

“it had to be said,” you shrug, looking between them innocently. you didn’t want to ruffle feathers, or make anyone uncomfortable. not that there was really any reason to be. but, that truthfully wasn’t your intention. if this was going to work, you all had to be honest with each other. open about feelings and such. “you both need to understand that it’s okay. of course it feels good. it’s supposed to feel good. and i know it may be a bit weird to cross this line. but, it’s okay. you really don’t have to hide it from each other.”

then louis got up from his chair, and waltzed over to plant the hardest, hottest kiss you’d ever been privy to witness, smack on niall’s lips. a moment later, as niall gives in, his hands reached out to grip into louis’ shirt, tugging him closer. 

it was followed by a mess of clothes being strewn about the house, limbs tangled together and stumbling up the stairs, foregoing the convenience of the couch for the comfort and spacing of niall’s bed.

the air around you was thick with lust, want, need. and it took over the blurriness of it all, as you all settled into each other, hands roaming bodies, tongues licking heated skin, teeth nipping, mouths sucking, it was all a whirlwind in your mind, too much to focus on properly.

but now, with your hips straddling louis’, his prick nestled deep inside you, you could feel niall’s length bobbing against your bum from behind you. “m’not prepped,” you murmur, your head tipping back against niall’s shoulder, your body stretched, exposed to louis’ wandering eyes.

niall’s hands fall on your breasts, softly kneading your skin, avoiding your nipples entirely as a form of teasing, “m’not going there,” he hums against your ear, loud enough for louis to hear as well. “wanna feel both of you tonight,” he adds, eyes looking over your body to catch louis’, as the tip of his member slides lower, resting against your heat and the base of louis’ cock. “got room for one more in there ?”

“always for you,” you keen, muscles relaxing comfortably, as niall’s fingertips leave your breasts, gliding down your tummy, stopping to swirl around your bellybutton, slowly dipping down over your mound, towards your clit.

“always so wet,” niall mewls, his mouth instantly attaching to your neck, his body taking over.

“she’s fuckin soaked, mate. you’ll slide right in,” louis breathes, making a quick groan rumble from niall’s chest, tickling the skin on your neck, as his fingers pick up the pace, rubbing over your sensitive button softly but with purpose, distracting you from the slight pained stretch of his cock joining louis’.

you hiss, breath cut off from your lungs, as your pussy gives way, the tip of niall’s cock breaching your centre. and just as louis said, his dick glides right in, eliciting a loud moan from you, louis’ eyes rolling back, head falling to your chest. 

his tongue darts out, licking your nipple into his mouth, almost purring around it. instinctively, his hands leave your hips, one of them smoothing up your side, gripping your shoulder from behind, the other wrapping its way around niall’s hips, pulling you all flush together, smothering you in a louis/niall sandwich.

“can feel your cock so fuckin well,” niall groans, rolling his hips experimentally for the first time since being smooshed inside you. “fuck,” he murmurs to himself, rutting into you with more purpose, “fuck, your prick feels so fuckin good in there, louis.”

“christ, you’ve got to learn to shut up,” louis growls, his head lifting from your chest, lips smothering niall’s in a desperately heated kiss. 

with your head leaned back against niall’s shoulder, you peer up at them, hearing their soft mewls and deep grunts, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the most gorgeous view before you. with louis’ neck stretched, your mouth reaches forward to trail soft kisses against his stubbly skin, feeling the bob of his throat as he swallows down niall’s moan. 

as niall’s brain catches up to louis’ words, his eyebrows furrow momentarily, biting into louis’ lip to slow the kiss, “fuck are you on about ?” niall hums into his mouth.

“when you talk,” louis admits, lips ghosting over niall’s as he speaks, “get me so fuckin worked up,” he explains, hand reaching up to grip into the nape of his mate’s neck, fingers tangling with niall’s soft hair, pressing their mouths together again. 

you feel your skin getting increasingly prickly, listening to them talk, the way they speak to each other, the way their bodies react without much realization on either of their parts. how niall’s cock gave a particularly hard thrust at louis’ revelation. 

“tell him,” you murmur breathily, head tipping back against niall’s neck again. “tell him what gets you worked up.”

“feeling you,” niall sighs without much thought, any concerns washed away the moment your little conversation happened earlier. “knowing it’s you. i don’t know. just fuck, feeling you.”

“s’that so ?” louis hums around a smirk, ecstatic to find out he’s not the only one with a weakness, something he’s definitely going to use to his advantage now. right now, apparently, as his hips roll in a way that lines up his prick with your sweet spot, while also gliding along niall’s entire length. 

you breathe around a moan, your body falling forward towards louis’ once again, elbows resting on his shoulders for support, hands tangling into his soft hair, mouth colliding with his. 

at the same time, niall’s hands instinctually reach forward, nails leaving indents into louis’ skin, gripped on his hips, “fuckin christ lou, gonna make me cum like that.”

louis smirks against your lips, rolling his hips in the same way, feeling the tremble work its way through your body, niall’s grip tightening as groans rumble from his chest, eyes rolling back, breathy moans echoing through the bedroom.

“looks like m’getting both of you, hmm ?” louis mumbles, continuing his rhythm, enthralled by both of your reactions, egging him on to just keep going.

you bite into louis’ lip, whimpering louder, the fullness of their cocks, the constant bumping into your sweet spot, your skin’s prickling fiery heat, fuck you were going to cum too if he kept this up.

before you quite had the chance,  thanks to a particularly slow, purposeful thrust, rolling louis’ cock against niall’s, tip catching on the head of his member, niall’s muscles seemingly crumbling, gasping, “christ, gonna make me cum louis. fuck.” 

louis hadn’t really planned on doing it again, but the way niall just spoke, the desperation, the pleasure, the rawness seeping from his voice, he couldn’t help it. it just happened. and niall was cumming.

“fuck, yes. like that louis, just fucking like that-“ niall cuts himself off, gasping for air, as he literally feels the spasming of louis’ cock, bursts of hot cum joining his, filling you up more than you ever knew possible. and it was a fucking mess. 

you were so full, so fucking full, dripping down onto louis’ thighs, the moment you’d just been privy to, playing like a tape in your mind, with the mix of their pants, their grunts in your ears, and their touches and their small ruts and the final little blurbs of cum, and christ it was so fucking good.

your cunt clamps down on their members, a body wretching shiver running through you, whiny moan bubbling from your lips, your head falling back to niall’s shoulder, body stretched, limp, exposed.

it was so fucking much. your head was already fuzzy, your body was already overheated, your cunt was already spasming so hard. and now everything was tenfold. you were panting to catch your breath, louis’ hands tracing soothing patterns on your thighs, niall’s fingers gliding all over your body, your arms, your chest, your breasts, your stomach. he knew. he always knew. christ you loved him. 

it was far from the first time that you were slipping into subspace, something that niall was now expert in. something that made you infinitely more comfortable doing so. knowing wholeheartedly that you were taken care of. that you were safe. 

and on the other hand, knowing exactly what makes you tick. knowing exactly how to keep you floaty, how to make you feel incredible, how to push you to your limit without crossing any sort of line.

you were so relaxed, so blissful, their fingers gliding deliciously, softly, random patterns, working you down until your breathing had returned to normal. as normal as it could be with two cocks still stuffed deep inside you. although not as hard as they once were.

“you ever going to admit that watching us together gets to you ?” louis hums quietly, not wanting to startle you, but needing an answer anyway. especially considering the secrets you forced out earlier. it’s a pattern he’d noticed, and he was ready for you to admit it.

you hum, a smile gracing your lips, nodding as you bite your lip, “mhmm, s’so fucking good. i’m so lucky. so fucking lucky.”

louis’ hands leave your hips, roaming up your sides, swirling around your breasts, watching the shiver follow along with his touches, fingers finally closing around your nipples, pulling on them, forcing you to lift your body from its perch against niall, bringing you forward to land right on louis’ lips. 

one of his hands traces up to your neck, his palm resting against your jaw, fingertips tangled into a grip at your scalp, holding you tightly as he kisses you, hard. his other hand, still on your breast, thumb lightly flicking your nipple, before gripping it again. “m’the lucky one. privy to this. to you two. fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head, nose bumping against yours, pressing his lips to yours again, feeling niall’s breath against his cheek. 

louis turns his head, niall’s mouth waiting for his, a quick, breathless kiss, niall’s teeth sinking into the plushness of louis’ lower lip, tugging with purpose, to watch it snap back into place.

“help me make her squirt,” niall hums, smirking at louis, “think she deserves it.”

niall leans your body back against his, using your pliancy to his advantage tonight, exposing you once again, giving a proper squeeze to your tits, hands gripping and massaging their way down your sides and your stomach, to your hips, and then disappearing completely. 

and then landing a solid slap to your clit.

you whimper out loudly, your pussy clenching hard on their pricks, gaining a breathy moan from louis, “fucking christ, i should have known,” he fixes his gaze to your cunt, watching in awe, “this make you squirt, love ?”

without giving you an opportunity to answer, in words that is, niall lands another spank, directly on your clit. and another. and another. and one more, only this time, significantly harder than the rest. and it was followed by a loud gasping mewl, and a gush of warm liquid cascading onto louis’ lower half. 

you were slipping further with every single slap that landed on your sensitive button. the painful sting, quickly followed by a rush of pleasure. one that spread like an electric zap through your entire being.

louis groans, watching you, watching the way niall’s taking care of you, watching the drip drip dripping of your cunt, feeling the clench, feeling the tip of niall’s fingertips against the base of his cock with every spank. fuck. he’s getting hard again.

“my turn to get both of you,” niall chuckles breathily, feeling louis’ prick harden again.

both of their members were stiffening, chubbing up and stretching your inner walls all over again. “getting yourself too,” louis mumbles, moaning softly around every clench of your pussy.

niall lands a particularly hard slap, the echo of skin hitting wet skin reverberating through the bedroom, another strong spurt of arousal leaving your cunt, body trembling against niall’s.

“fuckin hell,” louis groans loudly, watching your face, watching your cunt, watching your body, christ he didn’t know where to keep his eyes, “might actually cum again, fuck.”

“do it,” you whine, “please, please, fuck, please, do it. wanna be so full, so fucking full of both of you.” you were slightly incoherent, babbling over and over again, so lost in them. lost in how fucking perfect they managed to make you feel. both of them. together.

“can you ?” louis asks niall breathily, sitting himself back up straighter, his cock painfully hard, used, weepy, and yet screaming for another orgasm.

“can’t imagine another outcome right now,” niall rasps chestily, “s’so fuckin tight, louis.” because it was, somehow, tighter than before. did they grow thicker ? were you spasming harder ? did they cum that much ?

and fuck, they were really contemplating filling you up more. cumming in you a second time. mixing more into you, adding on to what was already smothered inside you. it was fucking filthy.

niall wanted it. fuck it, he was greedy. and you were in such a giving mood whenever you were in this state. besides, his prick was screaming for relief and he needed to do something more to reach it. so he grasps louis’ wrist and brings it to your exposed neck, louis’ fingers wrapping expertly around your throat. 

your muscles instantly go limp, breathing coming in small pants, your brain floated so high up above you, skin prickling with need and want and heat, every primal bone in your body taking over.

you could feel the roughness of the callouses on niall’s fingertips, stroking gently over and over and over and over your clit, in persuasive circles. you could feel the tightness in the grip of louis’ hand, wrapped deliciously around your throat, stopping the airflow from reaching your brain, somehow sending you floating even higher than you already were.

your thighs began to tremble, finding it increasingly harder to hold yourself up, gasping breaths coming out in small pants between the squeezes around your neck. and with niall’s cock starting to rut into you, your body gave out, falling limp against louis, the force sending him down as well.

his grip falls from your throat in the process, louis’ lips immediately suctioning to yours, starting to lose himself with the new constant slow, deep thrusts of niall’s length, rutting up against his own.

but niall needed to cum again, his prick was spent, crying out for this tight fit to reach its end. although he loved this, loved being stuffed side by side with louis into your most beautiful, willing, sopping hole, it’s all starting to teeter on painful.

he reaches forward, his hand looping around your throat, picking you back up by your neck, leaning you against his body for support.

a loud whimpery moan gets caught in your throat, eyes rolling back as you get pulled and positioned however they want, the new angle bumping niall’s cock so deliciously inside you.

“cum for us,” niall rasps in your ear, his other hand landing a final, swift smack to your clit.

your cunt instantly clamps down on their cocks, a mess of arousal and orgasms, gushing from your destroyed pussy, dripping down to the already soaked mattress beneath louis’ hips.

you could barely hear them groan and moan as they came, your ears ringing so loudly. but you could feel everything. absolutely everything. right down to the microscopic indents that are your fingerprints. everything just felt. the overbearing fullness inside you with the numerous loads of cum. the stretch to accommodate both their cocks. the soft gliding of fingertips on your throat, on your thighs and hips. the gentle puffs of air against your cheek and shoulder.

the calling of niall’s voice reached you first, with comforting pecks of his lips against the side of your neck, right close to your ear, “gotta slip out, petal. s’too much,” he murmurs breathily, almost painfully so, as his prick is slowly slipped out from you. and it made you crumble.

the sudden loss of fullness, the sudden gush of everyone’s highs running down your thighs, causing a whiny hiss to leave your lips, as your muscles collapse, making you fall forward towards louis again.

you barely register louis’ question, “are you alright, love” falling on deaf ears, your body simply taking over. arms wrapped around his neck, forehead resting against his, slotting your lips together in a slow, heated kiss.

it felt different. louis couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it was definitely different. it wasn’t sexually charged, it wasn’t excitement, it wasn’t teasing. it was so soft. so fucking soft. and gentle, and smooth, and slow, and loving. it was passionate. and it felt wrong ?

louis’ lips leave yours momentarily, his forehead resting against yours, eyes flicking over to the side, catching niall’s, who’s now sitting next to the both of you, fingertips grazing soothingly along your back.

niall catches his gaze, offering him a small smile, “y’alright ?”

“this feels-“ louis cuts himself off, unsure of how to put it to his best friend. your boyfriend. fuck.

“s’okay,” niall nods, louis quickly cutting him off, “but ni-“ and louis gets cut off by a small chuckle coming from his mate.

“s’alright lou, she needs you right now,” niall murmurs, noticing louis’ eyes close as your lips make their way back to his. “she trusts you, mate,” he continues, “and she loves you tons. and i know you trust and love her too. and you know i do too. m’right here, s’okay.”

and so, with permission from his best mate, louis lets himself fall into it. lets himself take advantage of this time with you. lets himself feel some of the emotions he’s tucked very far away, under lock and key. lets his fingers map out every inch of your skin. lets his lips eagerly suck up the tenderness of the moment. lets his tongue smooth over your tiny squeaks. 

without taking much notice, your hips started to grind slow circles, still seated comfortably on louis’ cock.

“can’t possibly want more,” niall murmurs next to you, shamelessly enjoying the view, noticing the movement in your hips.

“s’nice,” you answer, lips ghosting louis’ own, as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, holding you into position, halting your movements.

“i can’t lovely,” he whispers, his forehead resting against your own, eyes peering into yours as he speaks, “m’sorry, s’too much.”

he notices the slight disappointment etch itself into your features. a look on your face, he never wants to see again. especially knowing he’s the cause. so he kisses over the edges of your lips, turning them back up. kisses over the small patch of skin between your eyebrows, lessening the furrows. kisses over the corner of your eyes, relaxing the creases, murmuring as he goes, “beautiful girl, so fucking good for us, you perfect girl.”

“c’mon, pet,” niall whispers, his hands on your hips, helping you lift yourself from your seat on louis’ prick, laying you down comfortably next to him.

louis sits himself up more, looking over your spent body, trying to control the bursting in his heart at the moment he just experienced with you. watching the dips in your skin, all of them etched to his memory from his touchy escapade just minutes ago. 

niall’s eyes are zeroed in on your cunt, your legs spread wide, pussy heated, and throbbing, welcoming the cool air in the room, too far gone to be embarrassed.

his mouth waters at the sight, wanting nothing more than to soothe you in a way you both revel in. “can i ?” he mumbles, knowing that you understand what he’s implying. it sure wasn’t the first time.

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding, your body relaxing at the mere thought.

niall notices the questioning glance louis is shooting him, giving him a smirky nod towards your cunt, “s’for comfort. nothing more.” and that’s the only explanation he gives before dipping down, tongue taking a slow, tentative lick through your folds.

a tremor works its way through you, your cunt so overly used. and yet, you couldn’t imagine anything feeling better. it was so soft, so smooth, so sweet, so caring. a stark contrast to the painful sting of pussy spanks, and being stretched and filled more than your body knew possible.

on instinct, your legs spread open wider, hips lifting only slightly in an effort to chase niall’s tongue. “s’my girl,” he murmurs with a smile, taking another soothing lick.

louis watches attentively, swallowing down the tiniest ping of jealousy at the words “my girl,” something else he will tuck away under lock and key and forget about entirely. he does wish to stay sane, and nothing about this random outburst of envious desire screams sanity. he’s never felt that with you or with niall, and he refuses it. he needs to. 

“never been one to turn down a taste,” niall hums, pulling louis from his intrusive thoughts. “everything alright tommo ?”

“yeah, yeah, m’fine,” louis smiles, shaking his head, quickly dipping down for a lick, scooping up the most delicious blend of cum he’s ever tasted. he’s starting to think it’s a sign. if the three of you taste so good, it must- no. fuck. fuck, no. it must nothing. 

“fuck, i love you,” niall murmurs, leaning over you to press his lips to yours, allowing you a bit of a taste as well. “you’re so fucking good for us.”

“perfect,” louis pipes up, eyes locking with yours for a moment, “she’s fucking perfect.”

Part 5

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Series Masterlist

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tags : @cc-horan28 @gorlsinmultifandoms

[harrywavycurly]

Summary: While you’ve known him for a few years you have only been able to call the Irish heartthrob Niall Horan, your boyfriend for almost a year. Now every relationship has issues, and dating someone who is in the spotlight as much as Niall can sometimes cause quite a few if you’re not willing to put in the work. But luckily for you Niall knows a love like yours is worth fighting for and you know you’ve never been happier. This series follows you and Niall’s relationship as it progresses from the early stages onward and how the two of you deal with everyday things like making a grocery list all the way to scheduling FaceTime calls and booking time to see each other when he’s half way around the world✨

Pairing: Niall Horan x fem!reader

Tag List: Open

CW: Language

A/N: I just love Niall fics and feel like we could all use some more boyfriend!Niall in our lives!

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Conversations: here

Extras: here

*this is a texting series but you’ll find everything in the correct order down below*

Part 1: You’re Lost?

Part 2: Lunch

Part 3: Pizza

Part 4: Rabbit Hole

Part 5: Home

Part 6: Ten Minutes

Part 7: Flowers

Part 8: Package

Part 9: Dates

Part 10: Garden

[acesofspadess]

This Is The Voice

a/n: everyone needs some more Niall

summary: you're the mega mentor, and Niall doesn't know that

“This is the last knockouts ill ever get to coach and im really excited because our mega mentor this season is one of the greatest singers and people of all time.”

“Shes a legend in the industry.”

“She is an EGOT”

“So the mega mentor this season is……… Y/N L/N! Or Horan to Niall”

BLAKE

“Well this like a full circle moment for me. You were here as Adams advisor in the first season and now you are mega mentor in my last season.” blake looked down at 29 year old you who was reminiscing. “What does that say about our relationship.”

“That whenever you're here I lose.” you laughed at him as he shook his head. “You let yourself lose to an 18 year old Blake.” his eyes widdend at that, “Oh man, i forgot you were only 18. I feel so old. And now your married too.” he shook his not wanting to think about it any more.

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KELLY

“You still havent seen Niall yet?” Kelly and you had a moment to chat before the artist came in. “no and I feel so bad. I've been super slow on my answers to his text. I just want to hold him.”

I've know Y/N since she was around 18, we got to perform together in Vegas almost 12 years ago.

“Im so glad it's Blake’s last season. Hes just had a very good vibe.” Kelly filled you on some behind the scenes.

“Oh thats good, he really can be a pain sometimes.

And I've also been able to work with her and tour with her and learn from her. Shes so young and has taught a lot of artist with singing and being on stage. I love that all these artist are gonna get that same experience today.

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CHANCE

There was a knock on your dressing room door and you opened it to see Chance. “Y/N!” He cheered as he opened his arms up for a hug. You laughed and thanks the heavens you werent wearing heavy makeup as he was wearing white. 

Y/N… shes a legend in the industry. Grammy award winning artist.

“And when was the last time i saw you?” you laughed at his question. “Probably Grammy’s 2020…?” he shook his head, “how could i foget miss album of the year.

Her being a top tier artist for so long and having so many experiences is something that we could all grow from. 

After Chance had run down his artist for you, you waited for them to come in and laughed at whispers you heard. “Well hello there, I love your hair.” you told Nariella whose hair was similar to your ginger colour. “I actually got the idea from you.” you both laughed and whispered an ‘i like you already’. 

I just think its so amazing for her to be here and represent black women and girls. Shes definitely someone i look up to.

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NIALL

It was finally time to see your love. Niall was supposed to be meeting Riley… but you didnt let that happen. You were facing the camera, your back facing the direction Niall would walk through. 

“Riley Tate-”

You turned around at the sound of his voice and he immediately stopped talking. “Hi love.” you  were smiling so hard at his reaction to seeing you before he scooped you up in a hug and twirled youn around.

“Why are you here- wait. Your da mega mentor?” his accent was thicker because of the surprise and you loved it. 

I mean to work with Y/N L/N the queen of pop… im getting goose bumps thinking about it now, its just amazing being in her presence 

Thats your wife Niall

Say it again 

“Well now that your here i was going to ask you if you wanted to come to a golf course with me.” Niall had his head on her shoulder and he could feel the laugh that came from her at his words.

Shes an absolute legend, and she teaches me something everyday, i cant wait for her to teach my team.

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“Alright love, Gina, shes really shy, reminds me of you when you came to write for the band.”

Niall laughed his beautiful laugh as you hid your face in your hands. “Don't remind me.”

“You might have to tell her to speak up.” you nodded at the information and were ready to see her. “And then she sings, and a different person comes out, a lot like you.” you cooed at his comparison seeing how much Gina meant to Niall.

“Now Kates kinda got the jazzy, Amy Winehouse-y vibe.” you ‘oo’ed’ at the information. “Lets see what they got.”

You watched as they walked around the corner and saw them subtly freak out at seeing you. You got up from your seat with the help of Niall(not that you needed it but he always held his hand out for you).

“Look who ive got!” Niall cheered from behind you as the girls gave you hugs.

I saw the ginger hair and Niall leaning on her and was like- please… ITS Y/N”

“How are you?” you asked hugging them both.

I was not expecting Y/N to be in the room with Niall. I was very starstruck.”

“Im gonna sing ‘somebody that i used to know’,” Gina shared her song and you marvelled at the softness of her voice. “Im very close to my dad, and he was a DJ and that was a song he always loved.”

“Thats beautiful Gina truly.”

Listening too her sing brought chills to your skin. 

You cheered as she finished and let Niall say what you know hes been holding in.  “And that sass that youve got this week.” Niall admired with a little laugh. “Really?” you loved how she went from this marvellous singer to this soft spoken girl. “I wasnt expecting that.” Gina thanked Niall before she looked at you and you shook your head.

“You gave me chills seriously, the only thing is ‘for lack of better wording’ understanding your words.” you watched as she took the advice and applauded her silently knowing if you were in her possician you would have certainly started crying.

“Yeah keep those words separate. Its very easy to go-” and you watched as he broke off his words in example. “You know what I mean. So give your self a bit of space.”

“I like that bub. I like that a lot.” 

You listened to him sing the words slowly and closed you eyes in sereness. “That staccato.” you pitched in. “her first audition to right now,” he looked at you threading his fingers with yours, “completley diffrent person.” you laughed softly squeezing his had. “I was just like you when i started, you can ask him.” he kissed your temple lightly in admiration, “she still is. Cant give her a compliment without her hiding away. Huh, beautiful?” you did as he knew you would and tucked your face into his neck. “See.” 

You turned your head to watch Gina and Kate play fight as theu swapped places. “I really wish you guys liked each other.” you joked sitting up properly. “I know so much hatred in here.” Niall joked back with you adjusting in his seat. “Its just awful.” Niall lost it, throwing his head back in laughter, letting you hear his laugh again. That would always be your favourite song. 

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“Ooh we've got a guitar.” you saw the shaped guitar and immediately fell in love. “Its my baby.” Kate spoke. “Gonna have to get me self one just like that,” you all laughed before Niall looked at the gap between your seats and pulled your seat closer to his. You grabbed his hand and kissed it before looking back up at Kate. “what song are gonna sing love.” you asked as Niall sat back in his seat. “Im singing ‘Call Me’ by Blondie.”

“Oh lets hear it.” 

Kate had the stage presence of a lifetime. “Very good!” you clapped proudly. “Thank you.” you smiled as Niall began to speak. “My favourite parts are when its chilled.” You agreed with him softly as he continued to speak. “Dont stay with the-” Niall sang in a high pitch for example and you nodde your head. “Towards the end it gets a bit crashy for me. I wonder if there's a way of toning it down?” he looked to you for advice. “Tone down the crashing for more like ‘TOMS’ or something like that?” you offered and he took it. “Yeah so we can offer some more jazziness.” he agreed while drumming in the air, “you wanna come back up Gina?” You smiled widely hearing the softness and joy in his voice when he talked to her. “Im thrilled to pieces. I asked a really close friend of mine when were younger, who is now very successful, what is the best piece of advice you can give me. He said ‘have fun’. So i hope your having fun and getting to meet people that youll remain friends with forever.”

You watched Gina and Kate turn to each other and you hugged yourself. “Awwe that makes me so happy.” Niall grabbed your hand and held it in the air. “And one day you might marry them.” you all laughed before Niall spoke up again. “You're the best ladies.” you watched as they walked away and Niall rested his head on shoulder again. “I love you. You're amazing.”

“I love you too Ni.”

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