Niall Horan, You Are So Sexy.

Niall Horan, you are so sexy.

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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KINKMAS DAY 2 & 11: BLOW JOB AND PRAISE KINK WITH (frat!)TOM HOLLAND.

request:  Shoot. I didn’t see your Kinkmas prompt in time for BJ day. But maybe  you could do this for No. 11? Frat Boy Tom seduces nerdy y/n at a  Christmas party and he says she “gets” to suck him off, but first, she  has to praise him, touching all his muscles and kissing his cock through  his boxer briefs. He continues to demand praise as she sucks him off :)  

warnings: alcohol/drinking, praising kink, hand job, blow job, curse words (mentions of christmas, but nothing religious!)

word count: 1075

gif credits: lady-birds

thank you so much for this request! i’ve never written frat!anybody before (and i accidentally fell into a 2010 kesha rabbit hole for inspiration whoopsie), so i hope this is doing the concept justice! <3

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