#niall james horan

[nialls-golf-putt]

So Tell Me Baby... (Feelin' The Love I'm Feelin' Lately?)

Insecure reader x Boy next door! Niall

Basically 4k of Niall worshipping reader ;)

A/N: Hiii so this is based off a request by @pansexualdarling! Hope you like it!

C/W absolute filth, a bit of dirty talk and mentions of self-hatred and body negativity. Keep your mental health first, lovies. You are loved and you are perfect just the way you are. <3

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You honestly couldn't believe it. Even as you sat in front of your mirror, already dressed for the date, you couldn't believe it.

Your neighbourhood was an old one, close knit families that tended to look down on you even though you'd been living there almost as long as them. None of that mattered to you, though.

You had your daughter, the job you'd been dreaming of since you had her in high school- You needed nothing else.

The day he'd moved in, you'd gone over with a huge box of homemade cookies, your daughter in tow, thinking it would be another family- But when the door had swung open to reveal the most devastatingly handsome man you'd seen, with the bluest eyes, and smile radiant enough it had made you go weak in the knees- you knew you had it bad.

You'd initially assumed there must be a family in the picture, at least a wife, a husband- a significant someone, but it had stayed that way, just him alone in the big old house.

You'd allowed yourself to vaguely daydream about it then, staring out of your kitchen window as he mowed his lawn, playing with your daughter on weekends in your yard as he washed his car across the street.

Not that you'd ever admit it to anyone- Or that you ever thought anything would come of it. Guys that looked like him did not date people like you. And they sure as hell didn't stick around.

So when he'd casually asked you, at one of the neighbourhood meetings, no less, if you'd like to go for dinner with him, you had blanked, to say the least.

Still, you'd gathered enough of your wits to give a halfway coherent answer, and he seemed endeared if anything- Which is why you were sitting here, ready an hour early than you'd decided, with your daughter already at your parents, waiting for him.

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Dinner had been perfect.

You still couldn't believe how easy it seemed to talk to him, playful, teasing- It all felt so easy, so comfortable, so... dare you even think it, domestic.

The place had been fancy enough to feel like he'd made an effort without it feeling cloyingly snobbish, the food had been great- and so had the wine.

Which is how you'd found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car, watching his profile in the strobing streetlights as he drove. You'd been talking on and off, the silence comfortable, the radio playing softly.

He'd rounded along the cul de sac when you arrived at your street and you couldn't help but give him a small quizzical look.

"I'm dropping you at yours, love." He stated, as if it was the most obvious thing.

"I live across the street from you, Niall." You laughed softly.

He shrugged as though that changed nothing.

"And they say chivalry is dead." You said with a small amused smile as he pulled into your driveway.

"Oh, trust me, my intentions are anything but chivalrous," He said jokingly, flashing you his signature charming smile.

"Oh yeah?" You smiled back, grateful for the dim lighting at the end of the street. You were certain with how red you were flushing, though, he'd be able to see it anyway.

He simply nodded back, his eyes seeming like they were riveted to your face, and you could see him drinking in every feature and- God, you couldn't believe it.

"D'you wanna come on in for a drink?" You blurted out.

Niall laughed the same warm chuckle that had already made you start daydreaming like you were a teenage girl with your first crush. "No beatin' around the bush, I like it- Yeah, I'd love to. I mean, if-"

"She's not home." You'd said, biting your cheek as soon as you said it. Goddamit, you probably seemed desperate, now.

He didn't seem like he minded, though, laughing again as he nodded, quickly rushing out of the car to open your gate for you. You could've sworn he sounded slightly breathless.

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He was all you could think about.

He was everywhere.

You could smell his cologne, woody, spicy, faintly floral- His hands were everywhere, no sooner had you gotten accustomed to the feel of his calloused fingers against one part, he moved on to the next leaving you just as breathless, even through the layers of cloth.

You could still taste the wine you'd shared on your lips- On his.

His fingers brushed against your skin as he slowly pulled the chain down your back, and you couldn't help but gasp sharply.

You felt almost light-headed, like you were going to faint in the best way possible. His lips were on yours, then on your jaw, moving down the side of your throat with a gentleness that made you even more woozy, but the sheer desire behind his touch wasn't concealed.

You lifted your arms, letting him pull the dress off, biting your lip as you stepped out of the pool of satin, leaving it on the floor as you let him back you against the bed slowly and-

This couldn't be happening. You tried to tamp down the thoughts as he let his hands roam over the newly exposed skin. He took his hands off just long enough to let you clamber backwards until you were against the pillows, his hands restarting their exploration instantly and as you felt his thumbs brush the sides of your breasts through your bra you let out another gasp, sharper this time.

He instantly pulled away from where he'd been kissing along your shoulder, searching your face, concerned. "You alright?" He asked softly, lifting his hands till they were just hovering above your skin. "We don't have to-"

You didn't let him finish, lifting slightly to press your lips to his. "I want to." You said simply as you pulled back, placing your hands over his, his palms warm against your waist.

And you did. Every cell in your body screamed to, longed to- needed to. But you couldn't help but keep overthinking, even as you felt yourself melt into his touch.

His hands drifted to unclip your bra, and you arched your back slightly, letting him pull it off, and you were aware of his thumbs brushing against your nipples, making them pebble, and you were aware of how good it felt, but somehow. you were more aware of how he must be feeling the raised ridges of your stretch marks.

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, doing everything to not go down that path. His mouth was on your breast now, trailing along the sides, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses, biting down lightly, but his hands were back on your waist, rubbing up and down your sides and- He had to be feeling the rolls.

You bit the inside of your cheek harder, closing your eyes shut, hoping he didn't notice how you'd stiffened against him, hoping your mind would let you have this one moment without feeling the way you always did.

And suddenly, he was off you, his hands weren't on your waist, you couldn't feel his warm breath on your skin and- Yeah. Maybe he just couldn't get over it, and you didn't blame him, but-

And amid the torrent of thoughts, you felt him slowly brush his thumbs against your eyelids and- You hadn't even realised you'd been crying. Fuck.

"Darlin'?" He said softly, and you hesitantly opened your eyes, looking up at him. This is the part where they'd say they couldn't do this. Maybe he had somewhere to be. Maybe he did actually have a partner maybe they weren't together maybe-

"Love, please, talk to me."

You hadn't even realised he'd been talking to you. You cleared your throat, blinking up at him as you exhaled shakily. "'M sorry"

"What for?" He asked, with a tenderness that almost broke your heart.

You shrugged, vaguely gesturing down towards your body, and you could see the realisation in his eyes.

You'd expected him to say something. Some half-assed explanation, something meant to be reassuring, but you had not expected him to press his lips to yours almost hungrily before he pulled back, trailing kisses back down your chest, intentionally following the patterns of your stretch marks and was he-?

His eyes were on your face the whole time, kissing along your sides to your hips, where the marks were so much worse but-

"You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?" Niall murmured, his hands still tracing patterns into your skin, leaving behind goosebumps. "So, so fuckin' gorgeous. You have no idea how much I wanted this- Wanted you."

He kept talking as he moved to your thighs, gently pushing them apart, still kissing along your skin. Trailing up your calves, along your thighs, your hipbone- All the while mumbling into your skin, sweet, soft words that would've sounded like sweet nothings to anyone else, but it was the way he said them, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you.

He meant it.

He wanted this. He wanted... you.

And for the first time in god knows how many years, you felt like you could do this without spiralling. It wouldn't just get fixed in one go, with just words, but you somehow knew Niall knew that.

It was a good first step, though. One you wanted to take.

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You couldn't get enough of how he touched you- of how he treated you. Somehow like you were delicate enough to be touched with reverence and care but with an edge of possession and dominance that made your breath hitch with every firm touch, every word of guidance.

"Darlin', just... Look at me, okay? Just feel- Don't think." He murmured against your skin, and God.

You couldn't get over the sight. Of how he looked crouched between your legs, his hair all over the place, the soft arch of his back in the dim lighting- and for once you didn't even care about how your own thighs looked, or the curve of your stomach.

Something about the way he kept his eyes on yours, his lips leaving fluttering almost-not-there kisses along the crook of your thigh, never quite touching you where you wanted him to. He drew back slightly, licking his lips once before he slowly pressed a soft kiss to the very top of your slit, lips not quite leaving your skin as he moved down, eliciting gasps from you every time he touched a sensitive spot.

He dragged his hand up your thigh, pausing at the very top, his thumbs splayed out over your skin as he pulled you open, eyes blown wide with lust as he took you in, swearing under his breath.

You barely had time to register the look on his face before he leaned down, his tongue laving a wide stripe up, tip catching perfectly on your clit and you couldn't care about how pathetic your moan sounded as you arched off the bed.

"Mm, jesus."

He kept up the movements, humming slightly at the sweet, salty tang and- Your fingers flew to his hair on their own accord as he latched onto your clit, suckling at it with the perfect amount of pressure and Jesus.

"You're so fuckin' sweet. Got the sweetest little cunt, baby."

His hands never stopped moving, tracing patterns onto your thighs, gripping you firmly when you squirmed to much- Pulling and pushing and positioning how he liked.

He pulled back, his chin already glistening, staring up at you for a few seconds. "Absolutely gorgeous" he murmured under his breath, low enough that you could barely make it out before he dived back in, his tongue seeking out your entrance, grip tightening in his hair as you felt him plunge straight into you, his nose brushing against your clit, sending bolts of pleasure through you.

You had no idea how long he was down there- It could have been minutes or days for all you were concerned. The only thing that mattered was the feel of his tongue, his hands, his warm breath every time he pulled away.

He pulled back for breath, looking up at you again but this time his fingers slipped into you without warning, the tip of his tongue drawing quick, tight circles around your sensitive nub and the combined sensations were almost too much for you as you tried not to pull his hair to hard, hips bucking up of their own accord.

He curled his fingers slightly, hooking them perfectly into that spot that always sent you reeling with pleasure, pressing against it repeatedly, and his eyes were on you- And the sight did it for you.

You didn't even have time to warn him as you felt your orgasm hurtling towards you, clenching down on his fingers, hips lifting off the bed as you held on to his hair, the only thing grounding you.

He never stopped his movements, letting you ride out the aftershocks, watching you with a look in his eyes you couldn't quite decipher as he finally slowed down, pulling his fingers out slowly as he sat back on his heels, wiping his chin on his hand as he sucked his fingers clean.

You felt light headed, thighs shaking slightly with the force of it. You'd never come that fast before- that easily before, for anyone.

"I could eat that cunt all day every day, I'm not even fuckin' with ya, princess. How d'you taste so fucking good-"

And God, the mouth on this boy. You were thinking of what to say- of how to even form words as he slowly climbed onto you, pressing his lips against your gently.

And you could feel the slight stickiness of your arousal on his lips.

It was the hottest thing you'd ever felt.

You deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth as you tasted yourself on him and your legs wrapped around him almost on their own accord. You needed him. Now.

"God, darlin' you're so fuckin' hot when you're eager you have no idea,"

Oh. You'd said that out loud.

For some reason you couldn't even find it in yourself to feel ashamed. Something about the way he'd treated you so far just made you feel comfortable in your skin like no one had. As comfortable as you could be, but you didn't allow yourself to dwell on it.

Right now, all you needed was to feel him in you.

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"Sweet jesus, it's like this cunt was made for me"

His breath was warm against your ear, his stubble scratching ever so slightly at your shoulder. You could feel every inch of him- pressed up against you and in you.

He paused, his breathing ragged against your ear as he let you adjust to his size. You'd almost drooled when he'd finally gotten his boxers off- He was a perfect shade of pink, so fucking thick and slightly curved and you could see the veins running over him- hell, you could almost feel them on your tongue.

You'd watched, transfixed as he gave himself a few slow pumps, spreading the glistening precum around and you hadn't even realised it yourself as you'd reached for him, absolutely dying to taste him on your tongue but he'd placed his hand on your wrist, hissing as he felt your fingers wrap around him, shaking his head.

"Later" He'd murmured roughly. "Plenty of time later. Need to be in you first."

And the tone of his voice when he said that, the look in his eyes, the blatancy of his words- You weren't even ashamed of the way you had whimpered.

You'd simply let him move you back up against the pillows, watching him go through his wallet with slightly shaky hands as he pulled out the foil square, smoothing the condom down over his cock- standing proudly at full mast- with one quick movement that was almost pornographic in its ease.

He had caged you down carefully, holding most of his weight on one hand as he had held onto your thigh firmly, bringing it over his hip, letting out a soft contented him as you had obediently wrapped your leg around him.

"M-move, Niall, please-" You whispered. He was stretching you out perfectly, and as much as you appreciated him wanting to be gentle the need to feel him pounding into you was overtaking all sense of rationale.

He didn't reply, teeth gently biting down on your earlobe as he rolled his hips experimentally, letting out a small grunt of satisfaction as you whimpered when you felt his tip press against your g-spot.

He gave a few slow thrusts, gentle enough for it to not hurt but still have your eyes closing as you bit your lip in ecstasy.

"God, you've got the tightest little cunt, you're squeezin' me so good, darlin'" He murmured roughly before he drew back almost completely, your eyes flying open at the sudden emptiness. He raised himself back up on his arms, his eyes on yours as he thrust back in, hard and without warning.

You felt him against your cervix, your eyes rolling back, your hands flying to his back, nails digging in as he repeated the motion, just as fast, just as hard- before setting a smooth pace.

"Jesus- Fuck, oh God."

He was so vocal. There was constantly a stream of something filthy coming from his mouth, exclamations, swears- praises. And god, when coupled with his accent, the way he rasped it out against your skin, the vibrations seemed to heighten everything so much more

Every once in a while, he'd slow down, rolling his hips against yours as he ground his pelvis against your clit and you were certain your eyes would get stuck that way if he kept doing this- kept making you feel this good.

He pulled the same move once more, this time, his lips seeking yours out, tongues sliding against each other messily, his hips moving with abandon now, pounding into you and you can hear the obscene slapping sounds, the squelches, the bed creaking- his heavy breaths in your ear as he pulled away, the sight of his lips, kiss bitten, so red- His pupils blown wide and-

His fingers were on your clit as he sat up a little, rubbing tight, urgent circles, his own face scrunched up with pleasure.

"Come on, princess. God, I need to feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me-"

You could tell he was holding back, wanting you to come first. It was all too much for you as you felt the knot in your stomach twisting and tightening, your toes tingling in that familiar way as you threw your head back against the pillow, hips jerking up helplessly into his touch as you felt your orgasm absolutely ripping through you, each wave making you see stars, your mouth dry from panting.

He never stopped for even a second, his hips moving jerkily as he rode out his orgasm, catching you at a sensitive spot every so often. sending aftershocks buzzing through your body.

"Bloody hell," He murmured roughly, dropping back down on you gently, not yet pulling out as he tried to catch his breath.

That was about right. You couldn't even think straight, let alone think up a sentence.

He just lay there, pressing his lips to your shoulder once in a while, both of you just basking in it.

"Stay" You murmured after a few more minutes. finally having gotten enough of your brain back to atleast say the one word that going through your mind. You wanted him to stay. You needed his warmth next to you and maybe you were being to too forward, hell, it had only been the first date.

But before you could overthink it any further, you felt Niall's stubble gently scratching your shoulder again as he nodded. "I'd love that, yeah" He whispered, his voice still raspy as he gently pulled out, sitting up between your legs.

"I'm gonna go get somethin' to clean you up, alright? Don't move, gorgeous." He said softly, brushing your hair off your sweat sticky forehead as he pressed a gentle kiss to it.

You exhaled softly, watching him get off the bed and into your bathroom. You didn't feel like pulling up your blankets, you didn't feel like hiding. Maybe it was too early to be thinking about it. Well, it most definitely was, but just maybe, this time it would all be okay. You could get used to that.

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[izzyyyy2014]

💗ONE DIRECTION💗

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

[onedirection4eversstuff]

From this 💝💘💌💐🌷to this 💀🖤💣🔗

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[directionerswrld]

[meltingfin1]

He doesn’t even have to try, he’s so naturally enticing

[beccastyles96]

“The kids are in town for a funeral….” 💙

[cinnamonbungirl]

niall being the baby of one direction is so cute, i would die for him 🥹

[breakingfreebri]

Lovers

[girlalm1ghtyy]

[theydopissmeoffavocados]

[1d5soszlegends]

Moments that remain engraved in the heart

[sk8mi0]

frat boy louis is the only thing keeping me alive rn

[iloveirishboys]

[dannyleclerc]

just realised I’m as old as fratboy era narry and it’s doing something to me cause like- LOOK AT THIS

[nialls-golf-putt]

You Say It Tastes Like Candy

Niall thinks you just woke up in a really really good mood. He's in for a hell of a ride.

c/w: face riding, a hint of come eating and blowjobs ;) just a fluffy silly little smutty bit

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You rolled over in bed, burying your face under the duvet. The sun was shining in your face. Why was- Niall must've forgotten to pull the blackouts last night, you realised sleepily.

And no matter how much you tried, you just couldn't fall back asleep. Stifling a yawn, you sat up in bed, watching the sunlight pouring in through the sheer curtains.

Niall was still fast asleep, curled up sideways with his head on his hands, knees bent with his hair falling over his forehead. You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing the hair back. "Morning, Ni." You whispered, to which he grumbled something sleepily, turning his back to the curtains, and also- you.

So much for a romantic morning. Shaking your head to yourself, you pulled the covers off, ignoring his sleepy protests as you settled between his legs.

"Niall," You said in a soft sing-song voice, pressing kisses along his thighs, fingers playing along the waistband of his boxers.

"Mmph?" He mumbled sleepily, head now buried under his pillow.

Wasting no time, smirking to yourself, you slowly pressed your lips to the bulge through the thin fabric, eliciting an instant response from him (which you couldn't make out either, but sounded suspiciously like 'no fair babe').

Thank god for morning wood, you chuckled to yourself as you left open-mouthed kisses along his hip bones, following the trail of hair and tugging at the elastic with your teeth, to which he quickly obligingly raised his hips.

Men. You couldn't help but chuckle against his skin, goosebumps spreading at your warm breath as you pulled down his boxers, Niall bending one knee to help it off, spreading further to give you the space you needed.

You kept your eyes on him, smiling slightly to yourself as you dipped your head down, tongue darting out in kitten licks along his head, already angry red and weeping with precum.

You flattened your tongue, savouring the bitter feel of it, licking a broad stripe up from his balls, pausing at the spot under his head you knew he loved, keeping your tongue pointed as you drew patterns along the silky skin.

"Babe-" He whined softly.

"Mhm?" You asked, not taking your mouth off of him, pressing featherlight kisses along the underside of his cock, tracing the vein on your way up.

"'S today somethin' I'm forgetting-?" He asked groggily, lifting his head up slightly to look down at you before breaking off with a loud moan as you ducked your head down, swallowing him down halfway before popping off. You slowly wrapped your fingers around his now slick length, giving him a few slow firm pumps.

"Not that I know of." You hummed, hollowing your cheeks as you took him in again, hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently.

"Bloody hell- 'S a damn good way to- fuck- wake up, then." He choked out as he looked down at you, his breath coming out in sharp gasps already, pupils blown wide.

You hummed softly around him, knowing it drove him crazy when you did, fingers dancing along his balls teasingly as you kept up the slow movements. His fingers were in your hair in no time, gripping tightly at the nape of your neck as he guided you, doing his best to not buck his hips up into your mouth.

"Fuck- Your mouth feels so fuckin' good, princess," He groaned out, grip tightening on your head as he held you down for a few seconds, letting out a string of expletives as he hit the back of your throat.

"That's it, fuck, you're so pretty when you're on your knees- oh, bloody-" He broke off with a deep moan, his hands gripping your hair so tightly you were certain you felt it pulled at the roots.

You couldn't help but smirk at his reactions, your grip on him tightening, enjoying the way his body responded to every flick of your tongue and touch of your hands. You glanced up at him, taking in his hair already clinging to his forehead, eyes scrunched shut, his lips parted with silent moans before you quickly popped off him, wiping your chin with your palm.

"Hey!" Niall protested immediately, his eyes flying open. "Princess, what the fuck?" He whined, all but pouting at you as he made grabby hands towards you where you were sitting back on your heels between his legs.

"I was so closeee." He said, making puppy eyes up at you but you shook your head, crawling towards the headboard. His eyes watched your every move, biting his lip to stifle a whimper as you pulled off the tshirt you wore to bed, leaving you clad only in your panties.

"Be patient, Ni." You said with a small smirk. "Good things come to those who wait," You said with a soft laugh, echoing what he always told you when he was in a teasing mood, leaving you whining and frustrated. It felt good to be on the other side for once.

Ignoring his grumbles, you slowly pulled off your underwear, smiling inwardly as you saw the glimmer in his eyes for a second as you straddled his waist. "You just had to ask, babe-" He started cockily, and you giggled as you saw the smug expression slip off his face as you slowly moved up, carefully putting your knees on either side of his shoulders.

"Oh"

That was all he said for a few seconds, his hands gripping your thighs, eyes riveted to your face.

"Get to work, Horan." You said with a soft laugh, wiggling your hips playfully.

He raised his eyebrow, face still turned up at you.

"Don't make me ask again, Ni."

"Do I atleast get to know what I did, cause there's always-"

"No. Later." You said, biting the inside of your cheek to stifle your smile.

"Yes, ma'am." He said, chuckling softly before he took a deep breath, wasting no time at all as he flattened his tongue, laving it along your slit, humming at the taste of your arousal. He darted along the sides, licking up stripes with his tongue pointed, pulling you down onto his face, his nose brushing your clit.

"If you're gonna sit on my face at least do it properly." He mumbled muffled against you, and you bit your lip as you felt the vibrations through you.

He kept his grip firm, fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue moved with finesse, darting along your swollen bud, teeth grazing against it for a second as you let out a loud moan, bracing yourself on the headboard, your hips grinding forward instinctively.

He groaned at the movement, urging you on, the vibrations causing you to whimper even louder, lightheaded already as he moved his tongue just the way you liked it, mumbling muffled praises against you.

"Niall, fuck, I-" You bit your lip, letting out a sound between a whine and a whimper as he teasingly let his tongue circle your entrance, dipping in just enough to leave you desperate for more.

His hands traced up your sides, cupping your breasts as you moved against his tongue, his stubble scratching ever so slightly at your skin. He pinched down on a nipple, rolling the hardened nub, moaning in satisfaction against you as it pebbled under his touch.

He kneaded at the flesh desperately, his other hand firm on your waist as his tongue finally slipped into you.

You gripped desperately at the headboard, the only thing grounding you as his hands danced over your body, playing with your arse as he built up a steady pace, his tongue fucking into you deliciously, curling it just right to press against the right spots, his nose nudging your clit every so often as you could feel your thighs starting to shake, the familiar knot tightening in your belly.

"Ni- Babe-" You whimpered out, trying to form a sentence as he squeezed at your flesh, fingers digging in and you instinctively leaned back, hand trailing along his abs, following the trail of hair as you grasped him, precum dripping down his entire length as you began stroking him in time with his tongue, his moan sending shockwaves through your body.

You couldn't even control the movement of your hips, grinding shamelessly against his mouth. Niall reached up, tracing his path along your breasts and waist down to your ass before giving you a firm smack, the sheer surprise of it more than anything sending you over the edge, waves of pleasure passing through you, your toes tingling as you rode out your orgasm, feeling like your knees were giving out on you.

Vaguely, you were aware of his own hips jerking against your hands, his warm come splattering all over your hand and his stomach as he caught his breath against you, tapping your thigh after a few seconds.

Chest still heaving, you slowly climbed off him, flopping down next to him. You brought your hand up to your mouth, licking off some of the warm come before holding it out in front of his mouth, trailing your damp fingers along his lips as he quickly captured your fingers in his mouth, making quick work of it, pressing a kiss to the fingertips before he let go.

You slowly lifted your head up, wiping your arousal off his glistening chin with your palm, chuckling slightly to yourself as he caught your hand, licking it clean again. "You're insatiable, Ni."

He laughed softly, trailing kisses up to your wrist as he looked at you. "Can't deny the allegations."

You exhaled softly, closing your eyes as you laid down beside him again.

"You know," He said, his voice hoarse. "If that's your idea of being all strict and punishing me, I wouldn't mind you punishing me daily."

"Shut up," You giggled, fondly swatting his chest.

"Can I at least now know what i did, though?" He asked, pulling you into his side as he carded his fingers through your hair.

"You forgot to pull the curtains last night." You murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"That's it!?" He said, with a soft incredulous laugh.

"What do you mean that's it?" You asked, unable to not laugh along. "The sun got in my eyes and woke me up- And then you turned your back to me when i tried to be all sweet and wake you up."

"Oh no no- Don't give me that." Niall said playfully. "There were no sweet intentions behind waking me up- It was all personal vendetta- 'I woke up so now he will too'."

"Was not!" You protested, laughing.

"It so was."

"There'll so definitely be a round two for that." You said, fake stern, giggling slightly.

"Get some breakfast in me, princess, and I'll do it twice." Niall grinned.

"Oh you're so on"

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[meltingfin1]

I know this was such an emotional scene, I also wanted to acknowledge how pretty he looked

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