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If you did do a part 2 to the Niall smut, may I suggest that you pick up where you left off and Niall starts screwing y/n's brains out, making her go dumb. And he starts making her describe watching him perform and what she liked and how it turned her on. And then he makes her admit how good he is and how big he is. And finally, after making her cum a couple times, he asks her if she wants to taste his cum again, and after she sheepishly says yes, he makes her admit that she loved the taste of it and that she needs more. :0 Side note: I know it can be frustrating to not get tons of notes, but most Niall stans are on Twitter/TikTok/Instagram these days. Harry has a bigger audience in general, so you can't expect the same numbers. Niall is very popular (clearly, since he's doing arena shows), but not as mainstream. I can tell you, as a Niall fan, I SOO appreciate your writing, and I'm sure others would say the same!! Thank you!!!!

please read part 1 before you read this!

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, a bit of degrading i guess, male receiving oral, cocky Niall, cursing. just don't read if you're under 18!

wc: 1203

"I know and I'm going to fuck you like I hate you," Niall said, before putting his cock inside of you.

You gripped onto the back of the couch, throwing your head back as his length stretched you out. You tried to act like you weren't enjoying it, but damn, he was a good fuck.

You licked your now dry lips as Niall grunted above you. "Still hate me now, hmm sweetheart?"

"I'm not your sweetheart," you said breathlessly.

"Mmm no? You're sure gripping my cock like ya are."

"Shut up. Just shut up and fuck me," you said.

Niall chuckled as he pounded into you. He pulled your face towards him and kissed your lips, not letting up on the pace.

"Just admit that my cock is big and that you love it."

"Your cock is the only thing I like on you," you blurted out.

"I don't think that's true," he gave you a spank. Your privates were slamming together, the wet sounds lewd. "No. Because you were watching me out there. I saw you."

"I have to," you swallowed. "for my job."

"Mmmm. But, you didn't have to stare."

"I didn't."

"Sweetheart if you lie to me, I won't let you cum," Niall threatened.

"You can't control that," you said, in between his hard thrusts.

Niall was pulling his cock out until just the tip was inside you and he stopped his hips.

"No! No!" you turned trying to put his cock back inside of you. "Please."

Niall pulled your hair, causing you to look at him, your mouth agape. "Admit that you like watching me on stage and I'll let you cum."

You found the strength to roll your eyes. You really didn't want to, but you also wanted his cock back inside of you. The tip of his cock was poking at your hole and it was making your eyes flutter.

"Your arms looked really good out there," you admitted. "I could see them flexing when you played the guitar."

"What else?" Niall asked, as he pushed his cock a bit further in.

"Your little dances are stupid, but they make me chuckle."

"Good," he was nearly halfway in now.

You licked your lips.

"I like when the light is shining on you cause I can see you sweating," you closed your eyes at that one, hating to admit it.

"I know you do, you fucking slut," he said, pulling your hair more.

You whimpered and Niall smirked.

"Is that it?"

You swallowed. "And I love your cock. Please put it back in."

Niall smirked. "Open."

You opened your mouth and Niall spit into it. "Man, you'll do anything I say if I fuck you, hmm?"

Niall put himself all the way back in and you moaned.

"Again."

You opened your mouth and Niall spit into you. "Swallow," he told you. And you did just that.

He smirked and gripped onto your hips fucking you hard. He was literally fucking you like he hates you. You had to grip onto the couch, which was hitting the wall, to keep steady.

Niall felt you clenching around him. He whispered in your ear. "Need to cum, hmm? Cum on my cock, baby."

You shook violently. You clenched a few times and came on his cock.

When your high subsided, you thought he was going to pull out. But, he didn't.

"Niall," you reached back.

"Give me one more," he growled.

"I can't," you nearly cried.

"Yes, you can," he spanked you. "And you will."

You whined as Niall fucked you harder. He pulled your hair, which caused your head to fall back, and he planted a sloppy kiss on your lips.

You don't know how much longer he fucked you for, but you were already coming undone again. And Niall could tell because you were squeezing his cock.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me," he said through gritted teeth.

You came once again, as much as you hated to admit it. This time before you could even process your orgasm, Niall was pulling out. You whined. You didn't want Niall to hear you whining, but you think he did because he smirked.

He backed away from you. "Come here."

You turned around and saw Niall in the middle of the room, stroking his cock.

You reluctantly got off the couch and came over to him. "On your knees," Niall said.

You did as he said and got on your knees in front of him. "By the end of this, you're going to love the taste of my cum."

You almost gagged. "No thank you."

Niall let out a breath through his nose. "I'd hate to have to call your boss and tell them of misconduct."

Reluctantly, you grabbed onto his cock and stroked it.

"There we go. Good girl," Niall praised you.

"No. Don't."

"Cause it gets you wet, hmm?"

You rolled your eyes. "Can we just get this over with please?"

Niall pointed down to your hand. "You're basically in charge now."

You scoffed.

"It'd go faster if you just... choked on it a bit."

"God! You're disgusting."

Niall smirked as you put his cock in your mouth. "Fuck yes! That's it."

He put his hands on the back of your head and forced you onto his cock. You were, in fact, choking on it and Niall moaned at the sight. "Look at you, whore. God, I know you're loving this."

You rolled your eyes and tapped Niall's thigh, indicating that you needed him to let go. When he did, you pulled off and coughed, trying to catch your breath.

He let you. And when you were fine again, he grabbed hold of his cock and rubbed it against your lips. "Come on. I got you off twice. You can make me cum too."

"Uck," you grabbed his cock again and moved your mouth over it fast. Aside from deep throating him, you also massaged his balls to speed up the process. And that method worked because Niall's legs began to shake.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes! You better swallow it all, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes at the name.

Niall took his cock and stroked it on your tongue. "I know you love how I taste, darling."

And before you had time to react, Niall was cumming down your throat.

"Swallow," Niall demanded.

You did, flinching at the taste.

"Open."

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. "Good."

He helped you up. "I'm going to take a shower now. You can join or you can leave."

"Uck. No thank you."

"Suit yourself," a naked Niall walked around his dressing room.

After he threw away his trash from his food, he got into the shower. You heard the water running.

"Fuck it," you said, running into the bathroom and opening the curtain.

"Back for round 2?" Niall smirked.

"No. I need your smell off me," you turned around, putting shampoo in your hair.

"Mmmmhmm," Niall said, running the soap across his chest.

There was actually not any funny business in the shower. But, somehow, you wound up in Niall's bed on the tour bus that night.

You were so glad he only came around once a year.

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Niall Horan, the man that you are.

I will always love you, Niall Horan in a white tank top

Welcome to The "Gun" Show

Can you please please do some kind of smut with Niall body worship. He would be single in this scenario. And maybe it's after a show and one of the venue workers does not care for him for whatever reason, but she ends up alone with him, and he's all sweaty in his tank top, and he seduces her and gets her to feel all his arms and then his chest. And then he has her take his clothes off and he's super patronizing and condescending, and then he has her suck him off, and he's laughing because she can't take it all. AHHHHH!!!

"Who is performing tonight? Why is everybody freaking out?" you asked your coworker as you helped set up the buffet for the musician and their team arriving soon.

You worked as a runner backstage during music concerts for the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, TN. It wasn't the best-paying job but you liked it. Nights usually go pretty smoothly but for some reason, the air was tense tonight. Everybody was frantic and your managers were extra particular about everything being perfect. You felt like you were constantly being pulled in every direction.

"Y/N, you don't know? It's Niall freaking Horan! He's literally gonna be here in like an hour!" she replied excitedly.

"Oh," you replied, not impressed.

"You don't like Niall Horan?"

"Eh, I've never really liked him. I've heard he's super cocky and kind of an asshole."

"Oh my gosh, don't even say that! I never fangirl over artists but I'm so excited about tonight. He's literally so hot!"

"I guess," you replied with a shrug.

"There's a rumor Noah Kahan is making a guest appearance too."

"Who?"

"Y/N!" she scolded and you giggled before she added, "For someone who works backstage at concerts, you'd think you'd be more into music."

Your workload tonight picked up even more once Niall and his team arrived. You were assigned to work with his team to help set everything up, make sure sound production was working, as well as doing little things to make sure everything was running smoothly.

Niall was actually quite pleasant to be around. Although you could definitely tell he had his cocky side, he was friendly and had a great sense of humor. The concert itself was magnificent. With all the shows you've worked for, this crowd was one of the loudest you have ever witnessed. They adored him and you now understood why. He was insanely attractive and so talented. You hadn't ever noticed until tonight.

It was after the show and everybody had started the cleanup process. You were instructed to go to Niall's room and double-check that he was okay and to get him anything he needed. You knocked on the door, nervously awaiting his response.

"Come in," he yelled.

Opening the door, you walked through and was met face to face with him. A man has never looked so good packing up his belongings after doing a show. He had taken off his leather vest and was just wearing his jeans and his black tank top. He was still sweaty from the show, slightly breathless. His biceps looked huge, glittering with sweat and you couldn't help but stare a little bit, wanting so badly to feel those muscles.

"Hey, I was told to come check on you and see if you need anything from us."

"Uh, I think I'm okay, thanks." His accent was so thick, it made your thighs involuntarily clench together.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything then," you replied, getting ready to walk back out the door before he stopped you.

"Wait," he called.

"What?"

"C'mere, I wanna talk to you."

"You wanna talk to me?" you asked, slightly shocked by his words.

"Yeah, close the door."

You closed the door behind you, taking a couple steps closer to him. Butterflies were swarming violently in your stomach, nervous that you were alone with Niall and even more nervous that he wanted to be alone with you.

"Did you like the show?" he asked, sitting down on a stool near the counter in his room. He crossed his arms over his chest, and you couldn't help but let your eyes flick down to his biceps.

"I did actually. You're really talented," you complimented.

"Did you notice me watching you?" he added.

"You were watching me?" you asked surprisingly.

"Yeah. I know you were working but I could see how badly you wanted to dance, to sway those pretty little hips to my songs."

"O-oh," you replied, feeling embarrassed.

"What's your favorite song of mine?" he asked.

"Not sure. I've never really listened to your music."

"Ouch, love," he feigned being hurt, placing a hand over his heart, "Why not?

You giggled softly at his reaction, "I don't know, I've always thought you were a little cocky."

"Ouch again!

"Well, now that I've met you I understand why," you explained.

"Oh really? Elaborate for me."

"Well, you're very attractive and a great performer. Plus if I was a guy and had all those girls screaming for me, I'd be the same way."

You felt your eyes continuing to stray from his and land on his arms. His biceps were flexing with each movement of his arm, the veins on his forearm peeking out and causing your mouth to water.

"Oh you think I'm attractive," he smirked.

"Stop, that's not the point of what I was saying," you giggled shyly.

"If it makes you feel better, I can tell you think I'm attractive."

"What? How?"

"Well for one thing, you haven't stopped staring at my arms this entire conversation," he grinned.

"O-oh, no, I-I didn't," your heart fell into your stomach; you were completely shocked and embarrassed you got caught ogling.

"You wanna feel them?" he asked, throwing you for a complete other loop.

"I-I don't-." You didn't know what to do. Of course, you wanted to feel them. But this was Niall Horan and you were on the clock. You felt like you were dreaming honestly.

"Come on, come feel them," he smirked, cocking his head.

This was never something you ever imagined you'd be doing, especially on the clock at work, but you soon found yourself moving towards him, your palms wrapping around his thick bicep. His skin was warm to the touch and his muscles were strong as you squeezed them. The next thing you knew, your hands mindlessly traveled towards his torso, his damp tank top clinging to his abs and outlining them perfectly for you. You traced them, fingers soon traveling down to the hem of his top and teasing it, wanting to badly to feel what was underneath.

Your dreams came true when you heard the words, "take it off."

But you didn't believe it. There's no way he just told you to take his shirt off, "W-what?"

"Go on, take off my tank top."

You didn't respond, just slowly slipped your hands under his top and pulled it up, over his head and oh my gosh it was so much better than you could have imagined. His chest was glistening with sweat, hair lining every inch, making him look so sexy and manly. And you didn't even want to get started on his muscles. His pecs and abs were so clearly defined, that it was obvious that this man spent a lot of time in the gym. You have never felt so turned on so quickly.

You ran your hand over his damp skin. You could feel every ridge of his muscles, the coarse chest hair slightly rough against your soft skin. You watched in awe as your hands explored his body, your mouth watering at the sight.

"Close that mouth, pretty girl, you'll catch flies."

You hadn't even noticed that your mouth had fallen open. Your cheeks immediately reddened in embarrassment as your jaw closed and he chuckled at you, "You like what you see?"

"Mhm," you hummed, nodding your head.

Lifting his hand, he used his curled index finger to lift your chin up to look at him. You stared into his gorgeous blue eyes that were covered by lust. You traced every inch of his face with your eyes, landing on his lips looking so soft and kissable. It was taking everything in your power not to kiss him.

"I can tell you wanna kiss me."

Were you being that obvious?

You didn't even reply this time, just in complete awe of the man standing in front of you. He was so cocky but ugh he had every right to be.

"Go on. Kiss me."

You smirked softly, not giving in just yet.

"You better kiss me first because, in a couple seconds, I'm not gonna be able to resist not kissing you."

"Maybe I want you to kiss me first," you challenged.

His lips immediately covered yours and oh my gosh you could not believe you were kissing Niall Horan. His lips were so soft and fuck, he was such a good kisser. You parted your lips and allowed him to lick into you, tasting you and asserting his dominance over you. You grabbed onto his waist, holding him to your chest as your lips moved in sync with his. The kisses were hot, deep, passionate, sexy, all of the above. You melted against him, feeling your abdomen clench and your panties dampen as he angled his head, kissing you deeper.

"Fuck," he mumbled against your lips.

You continued to kiss, his hands beginning to roam your entire body and you let him. He reached down and cupped both of your ass cheeks in his large palms, squeezing roughly. You whimpered slightly against his lips, chills running up your spine as he nipped softly on your lower lip.

"Get on your knees," he demanded, "Wanna feel those sexy lips wrapped around my cock."

You have never been on your knees so fast for a guy before. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to undo it so you could free him from his pants. You were frenzied and nervous and excited, so much that you could not get it unbuckled for the life of you.

Niall began laughing, "I got you so flustered that you can't even do a simple task like unbuckle my belt. Do I make you that nervous?"

You didn't reply, your hands getting even shakier as the seconds went by.

"Come on, sweet girl, let me help you." he hummed, reaching down and messing with his belt, easily unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops in his jeans.

"See how easy that was?" he commented and you were just glad you could finally get your hands on what you've wanted this whole time.

Unzipping his pants, you wasted no time and pulled them down his legs, letting his pants and briefs pool at his feet. His hard member was revealed to you and oh my gosh it was so much bigger than you had ever expected.

He laughed at you as you grabbed onto his member; he was so thick you just barely were able to wrap your entire palm around him, "You look scared."

"No, I just wasn't expecting you to be so big," you hummed, hating yourself for inflating his ego even more than it already was.

He was so hard. His red, swollen tip was peaking out from under his foreskin, precum oozing from his slit, practically screaming at you to do something. You began to pump him, squeezing slightly once you got to the tip, running your thumb over it and using his precum as a lubricant as you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come.

"Stop stalling. Go on and wrap those pretty little lips around my big cock."

Obeying him, you wasted no more time and took him in until he hit the back of your throat. You barely had half of him in your mouth before you began gagging, eyes watering in response.

You heard him rumble with laughter, amusement written all over his face, "Can't take it all, huh?"

"Fucking hell," you muttered mostly to yourself as you came off of him, a string of spit following you.

He smirked at your response as you took a deep breath before taking him in your mouth again. He gathered all your hair in his palms, pulling it up into a ponytail to hold it out of your face. You innocently looked up at him through your lashes, watching as his body reacted to your warm mouth wrapped around his most sensitive area. You bobbed your head up and down, your palm wrapped around what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

He pressed both hands against the side of your head and added pressure to stop your movements. Relaxing your throat, you let him take control, thrusting his hips so his member slid in and out of your warm mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged with each thrust. His balls slapped against the underside of your chin and he grunted with each thrust of his hips.

"Fuck, this is so fucking sexy. Look at you actually taking it all," he grunted.

Tears began to slowly slide down your cheeks the more you gagged on him. You looked up at him through blurry eyes and felt your panties dampen at the sight above you. He was so sexy. A thicker layer of sweat was glittering across his skin, enhancing the look of his muscles. Chest hair was sprinkled throughout his torso, his happy trail leading down to the patch of hair tickling your nose every time he bottomed out. His face was scrunched in pleasure, eyes crinkled and mouth ajar as he watched in awe as his member was soaked in your saliva, your throat constricting around him and bringing him closer to the edge by the second.

His thrusts began to get sloppy and you could tell he was close to finishing, his words soon confirming your belief, "Jesus christ, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard. Gonna swallow it all? Like the good girl you are?"

You hummed in response, preparing yourself for his load. It was only seconds later when he left his balls contracting and his orgasm ripping throughout his entire body. He grunted in pleasure as his load shot down your throat, warming your insides. Pulling out, he stroked himself a couple times to finish off his orgasm, tugging the last spurts of his load onto your tongue. Once he had come down from his high, he let out a heavy breath and watched as you swallowed every last drop of him.

"Jesus," he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty hair, "fuck, I think that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had."

Your confidence rose as you stood on your feet in front of him, smirking at him, "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," he hummed as he placed his hands on your hips, eyes trailing down to your lips, "you're really sexy."

"So are you," you grinned, letting his lips engulf yours before pushing him off, "As much as I wanna continue this, I am still on the clock."

He giggled at your statement before bending down and pulling his pants back up, "Give me your number and maybe we can meet up next time I'm in town."

You smiled, "Okay."

What the hell just happened?