Welcome To The "Gun" Show

Welcome to The "Gun" Show

Holy fck, niall

Welcome to the Show- Part 2

Hi! I am back. I hope you liked the first part, cause I was excited to write the second part.

WARNINGS: naked Niall, curse words, flirting, i think that's it.

wc: 4088

Read part one here

You were hard at work on the outfits. You barely came out of your room in the month before the tour. You had designed most of them and then got some from other places that fit “your vision.” But, it was all coming together and you were pretty proud of yourself. You just hoped Niall would be proud. 

You were tempted to text him a few designs of what you had done, but the final fitting was in two days, so you just resisted the urge to wait. 

When your fingers got tired of sewing, you turned on some music and laid on your bed for a few minutes. Harry came home from work. He brought home a pizza. After you ate, you showed Harry your designs and the stuff you had coming in. 

“I’m really proud of you, sis,” he gave you a side hug. “It all looks amazing.” 

“Thanks,” you smiled. 

Harry left your room and you cleaned up your materials before taking a nap. 

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The day was here, the final fitting. 

You had packed the stuff you made into your car and met the company who was bringing the rest of the clothes at the place you were meeting. Once you got there, you hung everything up on hangers, put his shoes out under them, took out your sketchbook and list to make sure everything was there. 

Just as you were matching up the outfits and finished setting up, you heard the door open. Niall and his manager walked through and you immediately stood up straight. 

“And we have press after this for iHeartRadio. And then you have rehearsal tonight and tomorrow,” his manager said. 

“Great. I’ll be there,” Niall nodded, while looking at you. He smiled. “Hey (Y/N).” 

“Hi,” you waved nervously. 

Niall introduced you to his manager. You shook her hand. Then, she left. She had things to do, she said. 

When the door closed, Niall smiled and held open his arms. You walked into them and gave him a hug. God, he smelled good. “How’re ya today, darling?” 

You separated and sighed. “Yeah. I’m good. How are you?” 

He smiled again. “I’m good. You’re not nervous, right?” 

You bit your lip. “Well. Maybe I’ll just lie to you.” 

He tsk’d. “Now don’t do that.” 

You smiled. “So, let’s see if you like them.” You pointed to the clothes and Niall smiled, rubbing his hands together. 

He walked over, feeling the fabric. “You made all of these? Must have taken forever.” 

“Well, some of these I ordered from other companies, but it was my decision with everything.” 

“I like them,” Niall said, taking things off the rack and looking at them thoroughly. “I really like them.” 

You smiled, holding onto your sketchpad. 

“I can’t help but notice it’s mostly tank tops and leather,” he smiled. 

“Oh! Well, um, I thought it should be consistent, you know?” You chuckled. “And you don’t always have to wear the tanks. I have some jackets you can wear too. And there’s button-downs. Oh, and dark jeans.” 

Niall smirked. “I’m just pulling your leg, (Y/N).” 

“Oh.” 

“Although if you want to see me in the tanks then…,” he shrugged. 

“Me?” you swallowed. 

“Mmmhmm,” he said, as he took his shirt off and put on one of the ones you designed. “How do I look?” 

“Good.” You cleared your throat. Really good. “More importantly, how does it feel on you?” 

“Comfy. Yeah. I love it. I’ll try it with the pants and shoes, hmmm?” 

Niall undressed, leaving him in just his boxer briefs and the tank. He put the leather pants on and zipped up the boots. 

He did his signature finger guns as he looked at himself in the mirror. “What d’ya think? How do I look?” 

You bit your lip. “Like a true rock star, I’d say.” 

“Yeah?” He played an air guitar. “Thanks.” 

You cleared your throat. “Move around in them. See if they’re comfortable.” 

Niall walked across the room and back, lifting up his legs to test the flexibility. “This will be my opening night fit, I think.” 

“Really?” You almost jumped up and down. 

“Yeah. I love it. Love the bit of the heel on the Chelsea. Great touch.” 

“Well, thanks. I didn’t design them, but I picked them out specially.” 

Niall smirked at your excitement. “You’re amazing.” He pinched your hips. “You know that?” 

“Yeah. You tell me that a lot.” 

“Cause it’s the truth.” His hand cupped your chin again. This time your breath caught in your throat as Niall stared intently into your eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

You swallowed. What the hell were you supposed to say? After a few more seconds of staring, you cleared your throat. “Right. Did you want to try anything else on?” 

“Should probably try like a jacket, vest, button-down, jeans, etc. Don’t you think?” 

“I do.” 

Niall took his tank off first, revealing his muscular chest. He handed the shirt to you and you put it back on the rack properly. He grabbed a silky button-down next and took off the leather pants, swapping them for black jeans. 

He changed out a pair of boots for another. Niall looked up at you. “Alright, stylist. What do you think?” 

“Maybe just uh,” you reached over and undid a few of his buttons, leaving only the bottom three undone. “There. Perfect.”

Niall had the cheekiest grin on his face. When you looked up at him, you swore you almost came. “What?” 

“You trying to see my chest?” 

“Not me. The fans. I just… when I drew this one, this is how I drew it. And since the material is not giving, you can do this if you get hot, with all the lights and stuff, you know?” 

By the end, your voice was nearly a whisper. He was still looking at you like that. You had to squeeze your legs together. Niall pushed a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face, behind your ear. Your heart rate was speeding up. His hand stayed on your face and cupped it. 

You swore you saw him lean in when the door swung open. You two pushed apart from each other quickly. It was his manager. “We have to leave in 2 minutes.” 

“Crap. Ok. Let me get dressed.” He turned back to you as he changed back into his clothes. “(Y/N), you are incredible. Thank you so so much. I’m sure everything else will fit. I’m sorry for cutting this short. I’ll see you… on tour?” 

You nodded. You waved quickly and he gave you a kiss on the cheek before he left. When he left the building, you had to fan yourself. Was he going to kiss you? Stupid manager. Stupid press. 

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When you got home you felt like you were on a cloud. You were humming to yourself, happy to not have to do any work for awhile. You plopped down on your bed and sighed happily. 

Harry had decided to go out with this girl he met on Tinder, so you had the whole place to yourself. 

After relaxing on the bed for a bit, you checked your phone and then got up to take a shower. You really needed the shower after today. You felt like you were sweating. Plus, you needed to take care of yourself a bit after the tension you had built up from your meeting. 

So, you got your pajamas out for afterward, undressed, and got into the shower. Once you cleaned your hair and body, you hand made its way down in between your legs. You put two fingers on your clit and rubbed one out until you were cumming against the shower wall. And the whole time you thought of Niall.

When you stepped out of the shower, you felt a bit flushed, tired from the activities that you just did. You were about to get changed and settle into your bed to have a movie marathon when you phone rang. 

Niall.

“Hello?” you picked up the phone breathless.

“Hey, (Y/N). It’s Niall. Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I just got out of the shower.” 

“Oh. Well, I just wanted to call and apologize.” 

“Apologize,” you said, sitting on your bed in your towel. “For what?” 

“My manager should have never scheduled that interview on the same day. It was rude.” 

“Oh my God. You’re completely fine,” you waved it off. 

“No. I cut you off. And I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry,” he said, sounding really hurt. 

“Niall, seriously. You’re fine. We were almost done anyway.” 

“Mmm. Did you eat yet?” he asked out of nowhere. 

“Um, no. Not yet.” You were just going to make a bowl of popcorn and pig out on the leftover Halloween candy. 

“Did you want to go to dinner? I’m starving.” 

“With you?”

Niall chuckled. “Yeah. With me. I’ll pick you up.” 

“Uh,” you got up off your bed. “Yeah. Ok. What time?” 

“I’m on my way to you. I just got done with rehearsals.”

“I need more time than that,” you said, more to yourself. 

“Just throw on sweats and a tee. Who cares?” 

“My hair’s still wet,” you said, putting the phone on speaker, as you found an outfit to wear. 

“So, it’ll dry, right?” 

You sighed. “Right. What are you wearing?” 

There was silence for a few seconds before he joked, “That’s kind of a personal question, isn’t it?” 

“This isn’t funny.” 

“I have on what I wore today.” 

You sighed, putting on your bra and clipping it. “I just need like ten extra minutes.” 

“Take your time, (Y/N). It’s fine.” 

You put on your clothes and adjusted them in the mirror, hoping the v-neck, jeans, and flats were good enough for where you were going. 

“Where are we going anyway?” you asked, taking your phone into the bathroom. 

“I don’t know. Do you like Olive Garden? I could kill for some of their breadsticks right now,” Niall said. 

You smiled as you brushed your wet hair. “I love Olive Garden.” 

“Good. It’s settled then.” 

“Great,” you spit into the sink after you brushed your teeth. 

“I’m pulling into your place.” 

“I’ll unlock the door,” you told him, walking out of the bathroom and unlatching your lock. You also buzzed him up and he hung up the phone. 

This gave you an opportunity to pee and he wouldn’t hear it. You were done by the time Niall entered your apartment. You were in the bathroom, putting on make-up when he appeared in the doorway. You jumped. “Christ. You scared me.” 

“You knew I was coming,” he smirked. 

“I didn’t think you’d be right here.” 

“Surprise!” he joked. You smiled back.

“Come on (Y/N). I’m so hungry I could eat my arm right now.” 

“Give me five minutes. You rushed me,” you said, putting on mascara.

“You don’t need all that. Come on.” 

You nearly poked your eye with the wand when he walked up behind you, placing his hands on either side of you and stared at you in the mirror. “Why are you putting on make-up? It’s just me.” 

Exactly. 

“I don’t want to look like a troll under a bridge who just woke up. People might run away.” 

Niall smiled. “Honey, you could never.” Your heart stopped when he looked at you and you were still looking straight ahead. He had the slightest smile on his face and with him so close to you, you could smell his cologne. 

You finished up your other eye and then turned around. Niall was still right there, close to you, staring at your lips and then back up to your eyes. “Oh!” 

“Are you ready now?” 

“Mmhmm,” you squeaked out. 

Niall took your hand and walked you out of your apartment. You grabbed your purse on the way out and nearly passed out from the fact that he was holding your hand. 

You locked your door and you both ran down to Niall’s car to go and eat.

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“I am stuffed,” Niall said, rubbing his stomach.

You two had just finished off two baskets of breadsticks, soup, an entree, and dessert. You also split a bottle of wine, which was making your skin tingle. 

“Me too,” you said, taking one last bite of your breadstick.

The waitress came over with the check and you reached for your purse. Before you could even get your wallet out, Niall had given her his credit card and she was taking it to swipe it. 

“What’s your Venmo?” you asked, getting out your phone.

“Huh?” 

“So I can pay you back for my half,” you told him.

Niall pushed your phone down and said, “Shhh. It’s my treat.” 

“But that’s… not fair.” Granted he is a pop star and has a lot more money than you. 

“I asked you to dinner,” he said, taking cash out of his wallet for the tip. “It’s plenty fair.” 

You sighed. “Thank you, Ni.” 

“Anytime,” he smiled. 

The waitress returned with Niall’s card and then you two headed out. Niall opened your door for you as you got into his car. He jogged around to his side and started it up before sitting back and sighing. When he pulled out of the parking lot, you looked at his profile and smiled. He was so handsome.

When he pulled out, he looked over at your side to make sure no cars were coming and he caught you staring. He smirked, “You wanna take a picture so it’ll last longer?” 

Your face immediately heated up. “Sorry. I spaced out.” 

“Mmhhmm.” 

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet, making small talk when necessary. You told Niall he could drop you off outside, but he had to go to the bathroom, so he walked up with you.

Once you let him in, he walked briskly to the bathroom. You went to your bedroom and took your bra off. You probably should’ve waited until Niall was gone, but you put the wrong one on before you left and it was tight on you. 

You fixed your shirt back, just as Niall was done and standing in your doorway. You turned around. “Thanks again for dinner.” 

“Thanks for going with me.” 

“Sure,” you smiled. 

“And thank you for helping with the wardrobe, (Y/N). Really. You saved me from a crisis.” 

“I had fun doing it,” you smiled, walking past him into the bathroom to take your makeup off. 

Niall followed, standing in the doorway. You grabbed the wipes and rubbed under your eyes. 

“I still don’t know why you did all that. You’re so pretty without makeup,” he admitted. 

Your stomach flipped and you smiled at him in the mirror. 

“Not-not that you aren’t pretty with makeup. I’m just saying, you know?” 

“Thank you,” you said, wiping off your other eye. You couldn’t form any other words when he came up behind you and took the same position as before. He put his chin on your shoulder as he looked at you in the mirror. 

His hands went from the counter to your hips. Man, you wish you didn’t have that wine because you didn’t want him to move his hands. He kissed your cheek and you bit your lip. “You’re so pretty, (Y/N).” 

“Niall,” you whispered. 

“Hmmm?”

“We’ve had a lot of wine,” you reminded him. 

“So? I can’t tell you you’re pretty? Cause it’s true.” 

“I don’t think your full mind is there,” you said, tapping him on the cheek.

“Mmm. I always think you’re pretty, alcohol or not,” Niall mumbled. He pinched your hips and hummed. 

“Well, thank you,” you said, turning around to face him. Niall placed a peck on your neck before separating from you. 

“Are you ok to drive?” you asked. 

“Me? I’m fine. I’m Irish. Takes a lot more than a glass or two of wine to get us hammered.” 

Niall took your hand in his and threaded his fingers through yours. He hummed. 

“Maybe you should stay. Harry’s on a date and doesn’t look like he’s coming home tonight. You can take his bed,” you offered.

“Look at us. Me and Harry both on dates. Go us,” he said. 

You giggled. “You were on a date?” 

“Yeah,” he smirked. “A date with a pretty girl.” 

“Niall…” 

“Mmm?” 

“You need some sleep. You’re delirious,” you said, tapping his cheek. 

“Mmm.” 

“Come on,” you took his hand and led him to Harry’s room. “He has pajamas in his drawer, I guess. I’m sure he won’t mind if you use some.” 

“Thanks, (Y/N).” 

You nodded and then walked across the hall to your bedroom. You changed into your pajamas and then got into bed. You tried not to picture Niall in the next room, probably opting to not wear a shirt and just sleeping in his underwear or maybe picking out one of Harry’s pairs of shorts. 

He called you pretty. But, come on. He was a bit tipsy. Plus, he probably saw you didn’t have a bra on and wanted to cop a feel. Men. You weren’t really tired, so you scrolled on your phone watching TikToks and YouTube videos. 

You eventually fell asleep with sweet dreams of Niall.

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You slept like a baby that night. When you got up, you were refreshed and stretched in your bed. You got up and made your way to the bathroom to relieve your morning pee. The house was oddly quiet, so you figured Niall was still sleeping.

You opened the door to the bathroom and screamed when you saw a naked Niall in your bathroom. “OH MY GOD!” 

“(Y/N)!” he said, putting a towel around his waist. “Shit. Sorry!” 

You should’ve closed the door. You should’ve walked away, but you were frozen in place. All you could do was stand there with your mouth open. 

“Sorry. I wanted to take a shower and then head out before you woke up. I don’t want to intrude on your space anymore. But, fuck. I didn’t hear you get up,” Niall explained. 

He was wet and smelled like your shower scrub and you just saw his cock. 

You let out an almost whimper with your mouth hanging open. 

“I’m sorry, honey. Bathroom’s all yours,” he said, walking out with only a towel around him. 

You had to pee, but you couldn’t move from your spot. By the time Niall was done changing, you were still in the doorway. 

“(Y/N)?” Niall asked. “You alright?” He pinched your hips. “Do I have to do CPR or something?” 

You eventually turned around to face him and he smirked. “There she is. Hey, pretty girl.” 

You swallowed. He was calling you pretty still and he hadn’t drank anything. At least you hoped he didn’t this early in the morning. 

“Niall…” 

“I’m sorry if I scared ya. I didn’t know you were up or I would’ve covered the little guy up,” he chuckled. 

There was nothing little about his cock. 

You blushed and hid your face in your hands. 

“(Y/N),” Niall said, tickling your sides. “Come on. He’s not that scary. I’m sure you’ve seen a cock before.” 

“Niall, stop!” you said, your face extremely hot now.

He chuckled. “I’m sorry, honey. I like teasing you.” 

You let out a breath and saw Niall still cheesing at you. “Do you have time for breakfast?” 

“Yeah,” he said, hanging on to doorway. “I just didn’t know if you wanted me to leave or if you had plans.” 

“I don’t want you to leave,” you shook your head. 

“No?” Niall smirked, grasping your chin again. “Good.” 

You sighed. “Um, I have to use the bathroom and then I can make something for us to eat.” 

“Sounds good, darling.” 

You closed the door and went to the bathroom to pee. You also had to wipe yourself a handful of times because you were really wet. You threw some water onto your face and then smiled before exiting the bathroom and meeting Niall in the kitchen.

You saw Niall closing the fridge, eggs and such in his hands. You heard the bacon sizzle as soon as he put it in the pan. 

“I could’ve done that,” you said, walking over and standing next to him. 

“How do you like your eggs?” Niall said, ignoring you. 

“Sunny-side up, please.” 

“Coming right up,” he said, putting his hand on your back for a brief second.

You put the toast in the toaster, asking Niall what kind he wanted. You also poured orange juice for the both of you and got the plates and such ready. 

“We make a good team,” Niall said, as he plated your food and then handed it to you. 

“Mmmhmm,” you smiled, chewing on a piece of bacon. 

You both took a seat at your table and enjoyed your breakfast. “Mmm. You didn’t have to cook. It’s my place after all.” 

“You let me stay here, even though I was fine to go home, so this is a thank you.” 

“You’re welcome here any time, Ni.” 

“Good to know,” he said, before taking a bite of his bread. “Have you heard from Harry?” 

“He texted me right before bed, actually. He said, ‘Don’t wait up. Girl is hot. Sleeping over.’”

Niall laughed a hearty laugh. “Good for him.” 

You made a gagging noise. “Like why does he have to tell me? Just say you’re not coming home?” You shivered. 

“I think he was just excited,” Niall shrugged. “We both got to spend the night with pretty girls. Lucky us.” 

You looked down at your plate and dipped your eggs in your toast, not saying anything. Niall’s foot grazed your leg and you nearly choked. When you swallowed, you finally asked him. “Why do you keep saying that?” 

“What?” 

“You keep calling me pretty.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Why?” 

“Cause you are.” 

“Oh.” 

“You don’t think you are?” 

“No.” 

Niall tsk’d. “Well, you’re wrong.” 

“Ok.”

Niall sat back after he finished his plate and tapped his fingers on the table. “Fine. Don’t believe me if ya don’t want.” 

He pulled his chair out and took his plate, and then yours too cause you were done too. He put them in the sink. He sighed. “Listen, I don’t know how many more hints I can give you to tell you I like you.” 

You turned around in your seat. “You- what?” 

But, Niall couldn’t answer because Harry decided to come through the door at that moment. 

“Oh. You’re up,” Harry said, throwing his coat on the couch. 

“Yeah.” 

Harry walked further into the apartment and saw Niall there. “Hey. You’re here early.” 

“Yeah,” Niall chuckled. “We were just going over the wardrobe and stuff, over breakfast.” 

“Nice,” Harry nodded. 

“How was your date?” Niall asked, pouring himself more orange juice. 

“Dude,” he looked over at you, then back at Niall. “She was hot,” he whispered. “It was good.” 

Niall high-fived him and you rolled your eyes. 

Harry put his stuff in his room. Niall had made the bed and didn’t wear any of his clothes, so there wasn’t much evidence. Not that you did anything wrong. 

You turned back around and picked at the tablecloth. Niall finished his drink. The silence was awkward. Really awkward. 

When Harry came out of his room, he asked Niall if he wanted to shoot some hoops or something. “Actually,” he looked at his phone. “I need to get to rehearsal.” 

He grabbed his jacket and put his shoes on. “Thanks again, (Y/N),” he said as he opened the door. 

You both made eye contact as he left, offering small smiles to the other. 

“Alright. Well, I’m taking a shower,” Harry said. 

You were still sitting at the table, thinking about what Niall said. You couldn’t act on it. He’s your brother’s best friend and technically your boss now. It would be too messy. 

But, God, everytime you thought of Niall, you smiled and your face got hot. 

No. You didn’t want the tour to be awkward. You couldn’t tell him you liked him back. 

Right?

You ventured to your room and closed your door. You laid on your bed and screamed into your pillow. 

After you stopped screaming, you heard your phone chime. 

Nialler

I didn’t mean to make things awkward. Can we please talk? 💜

You groaned. 

Could you just ignore him until tour? You wanted to. For now, you locked your phone and threw it on the bed. 

You needed time to think. 

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Niall Horan, you are so sexy.

sweet spot

a niall horan short story part one of six / six thousand words-ish nsfw, 18+

“I’m going to get another drink!”

I smile at my friends before turning away from the round table we’ve been sitting at, cutting my way through the crowded bar full of people dressed in various shades of green.

St. Patrick’s Day was the day to go out.

This year, for once, it fell on a Sunday which was the only day that I was off work.

Not that I was complaining— Owning my own bakery was the one and only thing that I had ever wanted and dreamed of.

So this morning when a couple of my closest friends asked if I wanted to go out with them later that night, the only obvious answer was yes.

“What can I get for you?” Looking up at me with a wide smile, the girl behind the bar mixes a couple of drinks before pushing the one in her hand right to the girl next to me.

Biting on my bottom lip, my eyes scan over the rows of liquor bottles lined up behind her. “I’ll just take an old fashioned with an extra cherry, please!”

“You got it, babe.”

Turning her back to me and pouring my drink, I lean against the dark wooden bar top to wait. While I’ve made my rounds to different pubs and bars over the years, I’d never been to Wilson’s before. It was full of sports memorabilia and vintage Guinness signs.

As my eyes take in everything around me, I realize one more thing that this bar has that none of the others have ever had.

Him.

Jesus Christ.

Even from here I can tell his eyes are light— a contrast to the dark chestnut color of his hair that curls out from the bottom of the Boston Red Sox hat perched on top of his head.

Sitting with a small group much like my own, the moment his eyes meet mine from across the distance something shifts deep inside my belly.

Heat blooms across my cheeks as I look away, focusing my vision on the baseball game playing on the television to my left, only I definitely couldn’t tell you a single thing on it.

“See something you like?”

Whipping around at the sound of a low, Irish accent, I find myself face to face with the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

If I thought he was captivating from across the room?

That was nothing compared to standing right next to him.

Under the brim of his hat, those eyes are so blue that it takes my breath away especially when the golden ring around his pupil catches the light when his fingers grip the brim of his hat and turn it backwards.

Fuck me.

“I—Um—“ Words evade me as he looks over the features of my face, those eyes falling to my lips for the longest few seconds of my life.

Running his hand over the dark scruff lining his jaw, it does nothing to hide the smirk that pulls at the corner of his full lips. “Cat got your tongue?”

This time I realize it’s my turn to let my eyes linger where they shouldn’t as a smug smile pulls on the corner of my own lips.

“Niall.” Holding his hand out to me, goosebumps travel up my arms at the electric touch between us. “And you?”

Just as I go to answer, the drink I ordered slides in front of me, looking so refreshing that I can’t help but pick one of the cherries out and bite it between my teeth, my tongue catching the drop of cherry flavored whiskey from my bottom lip.

“Willow.”

His thoat bobs against his swallow, that thick accent rough and low as he pushes closer to me as someone slides up to the bar behind him, repeating my name back to me as if he was imagining the taste of it on his own tongue. “Willow.”

I’ve never met someone who I’ve been able to fall into a conversation with so quickly. It feels like we stand there forever, slowly drifting closer and closer to each other. The smell of his vetiver and bergamot cologne becomes more and more intoxicating as time goes on.

“So, this is your holiday?” Taking a sip of the amber liquid from my glass, I look up at him through my lashes as the last rays of the sun filter through the old stained glass windows of the bar.

His laugh is loud and full before he leans a little closer to be heard over the noise, his tone playful with something else hidden under the surface. “I guess that depends.”

“Oh yeah?” A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips when Niall reaches out, his finger boldly tracing the thin green strap over my shoulder before following the path of my collarbone. “On what?”

A final peak of the sun hits the gold hoop in his ear just before he leans forward, his soft lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Are you going to kiss me because I’m Irish?”

“I don’t know—“ Reaching forward, my middle finger tucks into the pocket of his jeans as I look up at him, my head tilting to the side. “Are you gonna kiss me if I’m not?”

Time stands still between us as Niall glances behind him, towards the table of friends he left behind, his hand dropping to my waist where the tips of his fingers slide just barely under the top of my jeans. “Maybe not on the lips— But I can think of some other places I’d like to get my mouth.”

“Here?” This time it’s my turn to look behind me, towards my friends. “I—“

“Well, I’m not opposed to that.” His voice sounds laden with honey. “I won’t lie, Willow— You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.”

A blush crowds the apples of my cheeks as I push a lock of hair behind my ear. “I could say the same about you, Niall.”

“Will they miss you?” Blue eyes look over the top of my head as he looks towards my friends. “Because I know the guys at my table won’t miss me.”

Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. “They’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t a stranger to a one night stand— in fact, I feel like that’s what I preferred.

Working the hours at the bakery mixed with helping my sister, it just worked out that way. Plus it never really bothered me to be single.

There was something about Niall that felt honest.

Deep in those sapphire eyes with their golden sunset, there was a feeling in my gut of trust.

Ever since I was younger I’d always had intuition that was rarely ever wrong, something that I held close to my heart, letting myself lean into those feelings.

“So what do you say, Willow?” That brilliant smile splits across his perfect features, a couple of small crinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Want to get out of here?”

“Are you asking me to make an Irish exit?” A laugh bubbles out from my lips as I look up to him.

With a shrug of his shoulders, that hand resting along the top of my hip slides along the rough material on my jeans before his fingers dip into the waistband, pulling my body flush with his as his lips brush across my jaw. “Is it still an Irish exit if you leave with someone who’s Irish?”

“Mm, maybe not.” My words come on an exaggerated breath— one not meant for the public to hear. “Let me just send my location to my friends and tell them I’m leaving.”

Niall nips my earlobe. “I can't stop thinking about what I’ll do when I’m alone with you.”

Pulling some cash out of my wallet and pushing it across the bar, I listen to the fire blazing through my blood as I thread my fingers through his, looking up at him with a smile.

“I can't wait to find out.”

_________

I’ve never wanted someone so bad.

The entire ride in the back of the taxi to Niall’s house was like the ultimate tease of his attention.

From the words he whispered against my skin to the way his hands rested heavy on my thigh, his pinky just teasing along the seam of my jeans.

His lips hadn’t even met mine and I already knew just how impactful it would be when they do.

God, how fucking god they’ll feel.

On my lips.

On my skin.

When his hand finds mine as he says goodbye to our driver, butterflies flood my belly as he guides me in front of him to the front door of a quaint bungalow style house complete with a blooming garden.

“Fucking finally.” My body presses into his front door as he reaches into his pocket, the sound of metal keys cutting through the crisp air. “When I saw you— Standing at that bar— All I could think about was getting you here, with me.”

One hand wraps around my waist as the other pushes the key into the lock, turning it and pushing open the heavy door. As much as I’d like to look at everything inside, that idea falls flat when Niall grips me by the hips, spinning us around and pushing my back into the door as it slams shut.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? With where this is going?” Cupping my jaw, his thumb presses under my chin to bring my gaze to his. “If we’re going to do this— Together— I want you to be vocal, okay? I want to hear you answer me and tell me what you want, what you need. Can you do that for me, Willow?”

I swallow the nerves building up, nodding my head, my tongue rolls over my body lip. “Yes— Yes, I can do that. Please, Niall—“

“Come here.”

When the space between us closes, his lips on mine, I swear to god it feels like the earth starts to spin in reverse.

Soft and supple, Niall moves his lips along with mine as if he’d been doing just that for years. I can't even contain the whimper that falls from my own lips when his tongue teases across my top lip as his hands slide under the thin top that I pulled on this morning.

Just feeling his skin against mine sends a wave of goosebumps across my body, making me arch my back to push myself even closer to his warm body, feeling the heat emanating from him.

“Fuck.” His teeth pull on my bottom lip, just enough pressure to send a jolt through my nervous system. “I could stand here and kiss you all night, Jesus Christ.”

“Mhm.” Is my only reply as my lips travel from his and across the scruff lining his jaw, down to the spot under his golden earring, pulling the skin between my teeth and soothing it with my tongue. “But then I wouldn’t get to see this.” Dropping one of my hands, I cup him through his jeans and listen to the low groan from deep in his throat. “Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“Yeah? You want to see my cock nice and hard for you— Is that it?” Niall pulls back just enough to meet my gaze as his hands fall from under my shirt. “I’m going to ask you some questions, okay?”

“Okay.” Breathless, I feel the electricity as it buzzes underneath my skin.

“Is anything off limits for you?” Working the button of my jeans, he keeps those blue eyes on mine.

Shaking my head, I feel my heart rate skipping a beat. “No.”

“Good.” A smile plays at the corner of his lips as the unmistakable sound of his fingers pulling down the zipper fills the space around us. “Do you need a safe word just in case?”

“N—No.” I shake my head again. “I don’t.”

A small nod is the only response I get before Niall drops down in front of me, looking up at me from his knees, his fingers curling around the edge of my pants before pulling them down to reveal the skimpy lacy covering my center.

“Jesus Christ.” Strong hands drag up my thighs as his eyes go wide. “This incredible body is just for me tonight, is that right?”

Through dark lashes framing his eyes, the blue fades out as the darkness of his pupils expand. “For tonight, yeah.”

“Are you going to leave that pretty green top on? Or take it off?” The very top of his finger traces the edge of the black lace, making my thighs inadvertently rub together. “Don’t worry— I’ll take care of you.”

Gripping the edges of my shirt and pulling it off, I drop it next to where my shoes and my jeans sit in a small pile, my hand reaching out to run through Niall’s dark hair.

When the soft light from the lamp across the living room catches the silver barbells through my nipples, his eyes close as he tilts his face up to the ceiling, almost like he’s in need of his own savior.

“Willow.” My name falls off his lips on a groan, one from deep inside his chest. “God.”

With my back still against the front door, a small gasp leaves me when Niall’s lips press against my skin, small kisses dancing across my thighs and the soft nips from his teeth adding to the sensation.

“Look at you— Soaking wet.” Dragging his finger over the center of the damp fabric, I tilt my head back when he presses his fingertips to my clit. “I bet you taste sweet, so fucking sweet.”

“Maybe if you quit talking you’ll find out.” I answer.

Niall scoffs, looking up at me. “So the pretty girl from the bar has a bratty side, does she?”

Hooking his finger into the lace and pulling it to the side, I can’t help the way my lips pop open as his tongue moves through my center, the tip of his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit before pulling away.

“Niall—“

“You know, I like brats.” Pressing a soft kiss to my thigh, his nails drag down the back of my thighs before peeling the scrap of material from my body. “So by all means— Keep going.”

Before I can formulate a response, he buries his face between my legs and when he suctions his lips around my clit, it feels like all I can do is not to unravel right then and there. Burying my hands in his hair, I moan out as he goes back and forth between tracing mindless patterns across the sensitive nerve and flicking his tongue in a rhythm that doesn’t even seem humanly possible.

“So fucking sweet.” Resting his head on my lower stomach, I take a second to catch my breath before feeling his finger as he drags it through the wetness he’s created. “I bet this cunt is so tight, so warm.”

Pressing one finger inside, he only draws it back to add a second one before hooking them both forward and finding the spot that only those few and far between have been able to find.

“Niall, oh god—“ Letting go of his soft brunette waves, I let my fingers slide up my belly until they find the silver piercings on my chest, messing with them to add another level to the pleasure he’s giving me. “That feels so good, so damn good.”

“Let me.” Moving my hands out of the way, he grips my heavy breast in his hand before flicking the metal and making me cry out. “Put your hands up— Over your head.”

I do as I’m told just as he finds his home between my legs again, the sounds coming from the back of his throat making me whimper louder than I even knew was possible. Especially when he lifts my leg over his shoulder, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers as he eats me with fervor— as if he hasn’t had a drop of water in a desert for years.

“Are you going to come for me like this? Against my front door?” Nipping the sensitive nerve, I feel my walls flutter against his fingers. “How many times has someone made you come before, Willow?”

My eyes flutter closed as he sucks and licks me like never before, his fingers pressing harder inside of me. “Thr—Fuck, three.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Those words are the last ones I hear before he brings me to a pleasure I’ve never known.

“Fuck!” Letting my mouth fall open, I cry out as my orgasm crashes through my body. “Niall.“

He stands up to tower over me, cupping my jaw and letting his fingers dig into my cheeks, a silent question.

When I nod and open my mouth, he lets his saliva mixed with my release gather on his tongue before letting it fall into my waiting mouth.

“Perfect— You are literally perfect.” Crashing his lips to mine, when his hands slide down my thighs, I let him wrap them around his waist before he turns us away from the door. “I’m going to have so much fun making a mess out of you— wrecking you.”

His lips move against mine in a slower kiss than before, taking his time.

I pull back from him just enough to see the dark walls of his bedroom, the bed looking like a cloud from the fluffy sheets and the half made duvet spread across the top.

Niall sits in the edge of the bed, his hands moving across my ass at the same time he drops his lips to my neck, leaving wet kisses down until he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Oh, yes.” Barely a whisper, the sensation of his warm mouth along with his tongue flicking across the metal makes me arch my back. “More.”

Releasing one and doing the same with the other, he pulls away too soon. “Get on your knees first.”

“And if I say no?” I gripping the hair at the base of his neck, I pull until he has to tilt his head back to look up at me. “If I want to be a brat?”

A low laugh falls from his lips as he stands to his full height, turning so that he can drop me down onto the bed, reaching out and grabbing a fist full of my hair just hard enough that I feel the sting in my scalp.

From my scalp all the way to the spot between my legs.

“You want to be difficult? That’s fine.” Working the button of his pants, I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. “You can be difficult with my cock down your throat, yeah?”

When he releases my hair, his hands make quick work of his pants and briefs, shoving them to the floor and kicking them off to be forgotten until later before grabbing his shirt and adding that to the pile.

Just the sight before me makes me whimper.

A perfect amount of dark hair dusts across his chest and even matches the trimmed hair that leads to the most perfect cock that I’ve ever seen.

“Go on, put your mouth on me.” Gripping himself in his left hand, Niall presses the tip of his cock to my bottom lip, using it to pull it down to release it with with a pop. “Let me see how well I fit.”

Opening my mouth, I flick my tongue along the underside of his length, looking up at him through my lashes before closing my lips around him and drawing him in.

“Holy shit.” Dropping his hand, he threads it through my hair instead. “Just like that, baby.”

The small amount of praise makes me take him deeper, letting my tongue run along the thick vein that decorates him. His hand in my hair tightens as he hits the back of my throat, a moan breaking through his lips.

“Open your throat for me, I know you can take more than that.” Niall demands.

Doing just that, I let my jaw relax and when he pushes even further, the intrusion makes my throat restrict— gagging around him and feeling tears rush to the corners of my eyes.

“Again—“

Pushing forward, this time I let him rest at the back of my throat for a couple more seconds before pulling back, using my fist to work him over as I catch my breath.

I don’t waste time before taking him back in my mouth, keeping my eyes on his as I taste the saltiness of him, wishing more than anything he would give me everything— to let me swallow everything he could give me.

“I can’t—“ Shaking his head, Niall pulls back. “You’re mouth feels too good, Will—“

The shortened version of my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, ones that I immediately have to tamper down at the reminder that this is what it is.

One night.

A nickname means nothing.

“You’re ruining my fun.” I say with a pout, looking up at him.

“I am?” He grins as he looks down at me, his tongue rolling across the inside of his cheek as I nod. “Fuck, then around and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Eager to please, I maneuver around the mattress until I face away from him, letting my palms run across the soft sheets until they extend in front of me while Niall drops his hands to my ass.

“Willow, were you being honest when you said nothing was off the table for you?” Smooth palms work small circles across my skin.

Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch Niall’s gaze looking at where he wants to be buried, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I was being honest— Do your worst, Niall.”

Before I can finish my last breath, he raises his palm and brings it down across my skin making me cry out at the sting of pain.

“How’s that feel?” He asks, bending to press a kiss to the area. “ Feel good?”

“Yes, yes—“

Another sting across the opposite side, this one harder than the other as he squeezes my flesh in his hand. “Good, good girl.”

After a few more stinging strikes, I can feel my arousal as it drips between my thighs, the need for him so strong that I don’t know how to even possibly control it.

“Niall, I need more— Please, give me more.” I beg.

“Tell me now… Do you want me to get a condom?” Voice thick, his lips press to the middle of my bare back as he bends over me, letting his hands run over my breasts and toy with my nipples. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“No, no.” Shaking my head, I breathe out. “I get tested and I’m clean.”

“I am too.” Warm breath skates across my back. “I can show you the results.”

Rolling my lips together, I whimper. “Don’t make me wait— I need to feel you inside of me.”

Niall presses one last kiss to the center of my back before I feel the blunt head of his cock as he runs it through my center, coating himself in me.

If I thought he was going to say something— I was wrong.

Instead, he grips my hips in his hands and buries himself so deep inside of me that my cries seem to ricochet off the walls from feeling him filling me.

“So fucking perfect.” He says, pulling out to the very tip before slamming back into me and pulling my ass up to meet his thrusts. “My cock fits so well inside you. Can you feel how greedy this little cunt is, huh?”

“Oh— Oh my god—“ A moan slips from my lips as he punishes me for things I haven't even done, his grip no doubt leaving bruises of his fingertips behind. “Fuck, Niall. You’re so fucking deep.”

From behind me, I can hear the sound of his hips meeting my ass, each one more punishing and relentless than the last. Niall lets his hands slide from my hips to my ass, moving just right so that when I hear the spit leave his lips and land perfectly on his cock, I feel myself racing towards another climax.

“I can feel you squeezing me, are you going to give me another one of your pretty moans? Coat my cock?” Bringing his palm down against my skin, my knuckles turn white as I grip the sheets. “Who would have known you were this fucking filthy.”

“Right there, please don’t stop!” The cry from my lips leaves my mouth open as I choke around the moan that follows it. “I’m going to come again. Oh fuck, right there. Please.”

Niall buries himself with such power that my release lets go, barreling towards the finish line as my teeth bite down on the comforter as I push my face into the bed. “God, Willow— You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, holy fuck.”

He pulls out of me only to pull me to the edge of the bed and roll me over, sinking himself back inside of me, making my back arch off the bed while my hands reach for anything to hold onto.

“I could spend days buried inside of you and not get enough.” Meeting my gaze, Niall slows his thrust as he rolls his hips, grinding the base of his cock against my clit. “A night isn’t enough. Play with those pretty piercings for me, Will, please.”

Using both of my hands, I pinch and play with the sensitive peaks, giving the attention that I love and loving the way his eyes feel as they travel from my eyes all the way down my body to watch where he sinks inside of me.

“Harder, I need it harder—“ I say, biting my bottom lip.

Niall leans over the bed, his hand wrapping around the base of my throat, squeezing just enough to restrict my airway. “You want to be fucked like a slut? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Only able to nod, my voice catches in my throat as he picks up his pace and thrust into me so hard that my back slides up the sheets of the bed. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he hovers over me, those blue eyes flaring with unbridled lust. “How’s that?”

“So good.” I moan, my nails scratching down his chest and over the muscles of his stomach. “I feel, god. Your cock feels so good.”

“I’ve never been buried inside someone that feels like this.” He moans, tilting his head up to the ceiling. “Strangling my fucking cock. and trying to kill my for everything I have.”

Dragging his hands away from my neck, his hand splays wide across my chest as he pushes me into the mattress. “Come on baby, I can feel you ready to soak me again— Give it to me, let me have it.”

“No. I want—“

Niall groans as he brings his thumb to my mouth, pushing it in deep enough that I gag before he drops it to my clit, working circles around the nerve as I cry out his name so loud that if he had neighbors close enough they’d never have to wonder what his name is.

“Stop being difficult, fuck.” Thrusting into me, he drops his head to mine and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Come around me, now.”

Giving over the control of my body, Niall fucks me as I release around him again, coating his cock and soaking the sheets as he drops his head to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth.

“There you go, look how perfect you are when you listen.” Low and rough, his voice is like gravel. “Such a fucking good girl for me, Willow.”

I nod, feeling empty as he pulls out of me and grips my knees, pushing them apart to look down at my weeping cunt, the mess he created.

“Fuck.”

Dropping down, he wastes no time before taking my clit into his mouth, the suction so hard that it sends me spiraling into another orgasm and coating his tongue with my release, making me squirm on the sheets.

“Niall, I— I can’t, my god—“

“Get up, let me see you dripping for me.” Niall runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’m not done with you.”

“I—“

“Now.” His palm cracks across the side of my breast, making my breath ragged as he fists his cock, taking a step back from the bed and reaching for my ankle to drag me to the edge. “Stand up and bend over. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”

I scramble to stand up, my legs already feeling weak as he grips my hips and turns us to face the dresser along his wall, the oversized mirror hanging above it.

“You’re going to watch me fuck you in this mirror— Watch as I fill this cunt to the brink with me, do you understand me?” Wrapping my hair around his fist once, twice— he tugs on it when I don’t answer. “Fucking answer me, you slut.”

Nodding, I rest my elbows along the top of the dresser. “Give it to me, please.”

“There’s that nice girl I met at the bar.” He smiles at me. “You are so perfect, so beautiful.”

Slower than anything else we’ve done tonight, Niall pushes inside of me; it feels like every single ridge and vein touches the right spot inside of me, filling me up so full that it brings tears to my eyes.

“You gonna cry over this cock?” Pushing harder, Niall places his hands on the outside of my arms flat on top of the dresser, the heat between our bodies an inferno as his sweat slicked skin moves across mine. “Cry over how fucking good we fit— Cry over how well you’re taking me— Taking me so deep?”

Shaking my head, I find his eyes in the mirror. “I can’t—“

“You can.” Niall presses forward, my legs shaking as he reaches around to bring his fingers to my clit and working the sensitive nerve into tight circles. “You can take it, and you fucking will.”

“Niall—“

“You’re going to come all over me again and then l’m going to fill this perfect pussy so full that you’ll be dripping down your thighs for me.” For the first time, his voice falters as I feel his thrusts foster for just a second. “Then maybe I’ll be done with you.”

Pushing up onto the tips of my toes, the new angle causes me to cry out, my hands sliding along the wood and pushing a stack of shirts to the floor at the same time that Niall’s scream blends with mine as he empties himself so deep inside of me that it feels like I can’t breath.

Fucking me through both of our orgasms, I feel the tears as they stream down my cheeks at the same time I gasp for air to fill my lungs.

“Fuck, Willow— Fuck—“ Niall grips my hips as he slowly pulls out of me, his eyes trained between my legs. “Look at that.”

Dropping to his knees, I let my head fall onto my arm. “God.”

“I made such a mess of you.” Using his thumbs, he pulls me apart to watch as his release runs down the inside of my thighs. “I’ve never seen someone look so good coated in me, dripping my come.”

“Niall.” The words from my lips are hoarse as he stands up, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my spent body into his. “I’m so— so tired.”

“You did so good, baby.” Pressing a kiss to my temple, I let myself sink into his arms knowing that it’s a chance I won’t get again. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Carrying me to the bathroom, I don’t protest when he starts a bath and helps me climb inside, the warm water soothing me into a post sex state that I have never experienced before.

As he runs his hands over my body with a lavender body wash, I let my head rest against his chest from where he sits behind me, listening to him as he keeps telling me how good I was.

How good I am.

“You know, you could stay here.” Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, I close my eyes at his words. “Spend the night.”

Shaking my head, I turn to look at him. “This was a one night thing, we know that.”

“Exactly.” Pressing a lingering kiss to my lips, he runs the tip of his nose down the length of mine. “You staying the night is still just one night.”

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I find myself nodding.

Which is exactly how I find myself curled into his side after a change of the sheets, an oversized Harley Davidson shirt pushed up over my stomach as Niall’s warm palm keeps me pulled into him as his warm and steady breath tickles the hair at the back of my neck.

I let myself relish in his warmth for thirty more minutes before I slip out from the sheets, taking one last look at him before making it to the living room and pulling on my jeans before calling a taxi.

Slipping away from the best sex I ever had and leaving without a note is hard, but it has to be done.

Niall and I were meant for one night and nothing more.

However, when I climb into my own bed still wrapped in that white shirt, I find myself wishing for the first time in a king that there was a potential for more.

That we would be more.

That Niall would want to be more.

With me.

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