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Echoes

She was just a normal girl, trying to have the best summer of her life before graduating. He was just a lad looking for a drink at night, trying to keep steady of his hectic life.

Y/N grew up in a conservative family in the Philippines. Where independence was a key idea handled carefully. Niall grew up in a small town in Ireland where he was taught to love and think freely.

Both of them were headstrong and clashed, but what if fate had different plans and led both of them to discovering new secrets, mere echoes running through their heads.

Chapter 1: Drunken Misadventures

London. 12:04 AM

The dimly lit pub washed over everyone’s faces as a pop song was swaying its way to everyone’s ears on the dance floor. The sound has picked up and the people started to dance wilder than before. The show has just started and I was not in the mood to dance.

“Um, excuse me!”

I try to shout above the loud song playing in the pub. The barista doesn’t notice me and instead continues to chat up a young woman in the bar. I roll my eyes and sip the last of my beer and put it down the table. I scan my eyes over the room to find my friend. She was grinding on some clueless dude, probably a stranger she just met, and was dancing crazily. She caught my eye and waved, the beer she was holding was empty and she was crazily waving it around as she tried to signal me to come to the dance floor with her. I mouthed an “I’m okay” to her although I don’t think she understood, she just looked behind her and started to snog the guy she was grinding

Typical Sage.

“Hey can I-“ I try to start to get another bottle of beer but I’m cut off by a young man who just arrived and sits beside me

“Yo! Ethan how you doing?!” The stranger shouts to the barista.

The barista turns away from the young woman he was chatting and moves in front of the stranger that just arrived.

“EY! Horan! How you been bro?” The barista replies while doing a handshake with the stranger.

“Doing good! Just got back from a gig! How about you? Saw you chatting up that lady over there.”

“Nah man. Nothing can ever compare to how you doing. You’ve been the talk of the town bigshot. Here, this one’s on me.” He hands the stranger beside me a bottle of beer and I’m beyond pissed. This guy just gets to the bar and easily gets a bottle of beer? Hell no I’ve been here all night and the barista’s getting on my last nerve. They start to continue their conversation but I cut them off

"Excuse Me!" I shout. They both turn to me, but I only focus on the barista who is getting annoyed at the fact I just interrupted their conversation.

“Yes ma’am? Can I get your order?” He gives me a fake smile

“Hi. Can I have another bottle of beer please?” I sarcastically say and he rolls his eyes. He hands me another bottle of beer. He’s probably just pissed off because this was like the 6th beer I had ordered this night and I was nowhere near finished.

“Thank you. That wasn’t so hard was it?” I smile fakely at him and quickly turn back around to look after my friend just before he could ask for my payment.

The strange man beside me chuckles.

“Don’t worry Ethan, this one’s on me.” The strange man says while handing him some money and then turns around looking at the dance floor.

“So, what brings you here?” The stranger beside me says now facing to turn me, clearly trying to start a conversation with me but I just roll my eyes and ignore him. I’m so done with boys trying to win our hearts by buying us free drinks and then acting like they can just pick us up like a damsel in distress.

He chuckles. “Come on, it’s the least you can answer seeing as I just bought you a drink.”

Woah. Cocky much?

“Look, just so you-“ just as I start to chew off the ear of this cocky bastard and as I turn to him, I realized this was no ordinary guy. This guy had a pint on his hand, wearing a blue and white striped shirt, khaki bomber jacket and some khaki shorts but what really threw me off were those blue eyes any girl would fall for.

This was NIALL FREAKING HORAN!!!! HOW DID I NOT REALIZE THAT?! “U-um…” I stutter as I start to realize who this guy was.

I turn to look back to the dance floor, trying to distract myself from not realizing that this stranger was Niall freaking Horan. He notices my awkward state and turns back to looking at the dance floor.

“Sorry- didn’t want to scare you love” He says and sips his pint.

“N-no I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. I thought you were just some random guy trying to pick up a girl like me all alone by the bar clearly waiting for a date but I’m not. And you just went here and easily got a bottle of beer- Oh gosh, I’m sorry, now I’m rambling. Just don’t mind me” I manage to spit those words out but oh gosh I’m starting to ramble, I’m such an embarrassment, what the f*ck did I just say?! I get flustered and try to move away from him; I feel like I just scared him away.

But just as I try to move away, he manages to catch my arm and brings me back to his side.

“Hey, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. It’s fine love. Now why don’t we start again yeah?” He asks as he holds me in front of him trying to get me to look at him. I look up and see him staring at me and I lightly blush. He forms a crooked smile as I nodded my head yes. He lets go of my arms and brings his right hand in front of me

“Hi, I’m Niall, nice to meet you.” He says with that smooth Irish accent anyone could fall for. I smile and shake my hand with his.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too.” He smiles and nods his head. He lets go of my hand and leans against the bar.

“So, what brings you here?” He starts again. I can’t believe Niall Horan is staring a conversation with me just after I practically embarrassed myself oh gosh.

“Um, my best friend Sage won tickets to see your show tonight, she had an extra one so she dragged me all the way to London to see your show. We’ve always wanted to travel somewhere before we graduated high school so here we are. She’s a big fan of yours so she’d fly all the way here to see your show.” I chuckle as I see Sage’s drunken ass in the dance floor. She looks to me and waves I wave back with a beer on my hand, she looks beside me and wiggles his eyebrows and winks at me before going back to grinding with another dude. I laugh lightly and get back to the conversation with Niall, I don’t think she even recognized who I was with or else she’d be freaking out.

“Our flight home actually leaves tomorrow so she wanted to hit the club before going back to face reality so here I am.” I laugh lightly and turn back to see Niall smiling at me as I answered his question. There was some peaceful silence between us before I started up another question.

“So what brings the famous Niall Horan to this pub?” He laughs lightly and takes a sip of his beer.

“Just wanted to chill and relax for awhile before touring, it can get pretty hectic.” He chuckles but he brings the conversation back to me.

“You mentioned that you flew all the way to London for my show, where are you guys from?” He asks

“Oh, we’re originally from the Philippines. It’s currently summer there and we didn’t want to laze around for our last summer as high school students so we went here. Our parents were ok with it since Sage is basically like my best friend, we grew up with each other so they were ok letting us go here for the summer, and it counted as a graduation gift as well.” I say and he nods his head understanding

“Philippines huh? We went there with the lads last 2015, it was raining though when we had our concert.” We laughed. I can still remember their concert, it was my first concert and Sage came with me. We had a blast.

“Did you go?” I looked to the dance floor embarrassed. Shucks, now he’s going to know.

“U-uh yeah actually” I blushed putting a strand of my hair to the back of my ear. “I dragged Sage to watch you guys. I had an exam the day before and I didn’t study well because I was too excited.” I chuckled at the memory. “I was a bit far away though, only really saw your faces on the screen but it was worth it.” Niall smiles at the answer and changes the subject quickly knowing it was making me uncomfortable

“I love your beaches though. Quite beautiful. I went to Boracay once and it was amazing.” I smile, not wanting to let my fangirl-ness take over. We all didn’t know he was in Boracay for 2 days and I badly wanted to go there to see him, I was literally a boat ride away from him. If only I’d met him sooner.

“Yeah, I love the beach. I usually go there when I want to have some alone time and just de-stress myself and be at peace. Just looking at the tides going back and forth and the saltwater smell, it’s calming.” I say out of the blue and blush knowing that I probably just embarrassed myself again. He smiles. “Sorry, I’m rambling again” I shake my head

“No need to say sorry love, I think that’s beautiful. A beautiful girl from a beautiful country. Makes sense.” I blush so hard oh gosh I’m so embarrassed. He notices and chuckles

“Touché Horan, that was very smooth.” He then laughs so loud, with his head up and teeth showing, this man is going to be the death of me. His laugh is contagious and I start laughing as well. The laughter dies after a while and both our cheeks are red from laughing.

I look around the dance floor to look for Sage and I can’t find her. I stand up to look for her clearly and find her leaning against a stranger, passed out drunk. The stranger, probably just a passerby looks at her clueless and is scanning the dance floor for someone to help get Sage off. My eyes widen and put my beer back to the bar.

“U-uh, I got to go… help Sage…” I turn to Niall as I point to him the situation. He turns and nods understanding.

“Here… I’ll come help you” He puts his beer down and puts his hand on my back, making me blush but thank God the dimly-lit club won’t let him see, leading me to the dance floor.

I approach the random guy

“Hey, oh gosh, I’m so sorry, let me just get her off.” I say to him. He looks at me with pursed lips as he tries to push Sage to me but she ends up to Niall’s side and leans on him. She looks up at him and squints her eyes

“Y-you look v-veryyyy familiarrrr.” Sage slurs as she touches his cheek. I put my hand on my mouth, feeling embarrassed for Sage. Niall tries to get her to stand up but then she starts to look down and-

“Oh my gosh I am so so sorry Niall!” She just puked on him!!! WTF Sage?! I quickly grab one of her shoulders and put it over my shoulders to support her.

She sways back and forth and I try to steady her but then she leans her full weight on me and I start to stumble back but then Niall is quick to steady me. I give him a shy smile and steady myself. I lead her outside of the club and let her sit down on the pavement as I call for a taxi.

Niall follows us outside and a black car shows up in front of the club.

“Here I asked one of my security to drive you back to your hotel.”

“Oh no Niall you don’t have to, you’ve already done so much-“

“Eh eh, I’m not having it. I just need to make sure both of you get back safely. It’s the least you can do after-“ he then looks down on his shoes and I giggle. Niall’s security opens up the door to the car and we both lead Sage in so she can lay down.

“A-are we home yet?” Sage slurs as she lies on the passenger seat with her arm over her head.

After I get her situated, I turn back to Niall. The security guard stands beside the opened door, waiting for me to get in.

“I can’t thank you enough Niall. This has been such a good night.” I say to him as he puts both his hands on his pants. I start to shiver from the cold night air, signaling me that I have to get to the hotel.

“Oh, here” He says, shrugging off his jacket and putting it over me.

“Y-you don’t have to” I say quietly, feeling overwhelmed by the events that happened tonight. A blush creeping onto my face as I realize I'm actually wearing Niall Horan's jacket.

“Well in exchange for my jacket, you can give me your twitter? Or your phone number? So I can contact you when I get to the Philippines? Hopefully we could meet up” He says stumbling with his words, getting all shy. Oh God, I made Niall Horan shy.

I nod and give him my twitter and phone number. He chuckles when he sees that I already follow him on twitter.

“U-um, I really have to get back to Sage. I’ll see you when I see you yeah?” I say and he nods.

He leans to my face and kisses my cheek. “Thanks for the Night Y/N”

I blush and the security guard leads me in the car. I wave to Niall one last time before the security guard closes the door. The security guard then goes to the driver’s seat and looks back at me

“Where to ma’am?”

“To the Doubletree hotel by Tower of London please” He nods and we’re on our way. I look back at Niall on the pavement watching as the car leaves. When the driver turns to a curb I look back to the front.

Sage leans up from her lying position and leans on my shoulder.

“Did you have a fun time?” She says, eyes closed still trying to get some sleep.

I look down on Niall’s jacket that I’m wearing and pulling it closer to my body. I smile thinking of the night’s events.

“Yes. Yes I did.”

“Good.” She says and then goes back to snoring.

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Here's my first chapter of echoes! Hope you like it! Please tell me your thoughts abt it! Thank you!!!

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Imagine- Harry Styles #1

You're laying on your bed when your best friend Harry runs into your room. "Aaaah!" you cry as he jumps on you. He presses his forehead against yours and smiles. "Am I hurting you?" "Nope!" you reply. You smile back at him and push him off you. He flops down on the other side of the bed, laughs, then looks over at you. "Why's it so cold in here!?" You shrug. "No idea, Haz." "Cuddle with me?" he suggests innocently. You look at his pout and can't help but giggle. "Of course," you say. "Alright, take off your clothes." You look at him, shocked. "What?" he says with a laugh. "If both of us get naked and lie underneath the blanket, the heat of our bodies will-" He is interrupted by you suddenly smacking him on his chest. He winces in pain. "Ouch!" he cries, grinning. "It was just an idea..." He rubs his chest, and you laugh."Yeah, sure." Typical Harry. Always making suggestive comments. But you knew that's not all he cared about. He was a really sweet guy. Just a bit "out-there" at times.You get up and turn on the TV. He watches you and folds his hands behind his head, reclining while you put on yours and his favorite movie to watch together. "Cute little shorts you've got on there, love. But they'd look much better on the floor." You spin around to look at him and place one hand on your hip, then raise an eyebrow. "You do an AWFUL lot of flirting, yanno." "Not my fault you've got a nice bum." "Do you do this with all your girl friends? Hm?" "No....I only do it with my best girl friend." You smile brightly at him. "Right...because I'll never think anything of it, since we're so close. I get it now." You grin slightly, then sit back on the bed. "Yeh..." he mumbles. Harry sits up and pulls you in between his legs. You lean back against his chest.Being in his embrace felt like lying on a big pillow. So warm. So comfy. After a while of watching the movie, it began to rain. The pitter patter of the water droplets in your ears started to get you sleepy toward the middle, so your eyes drooped down. Harry's cell phone rings a few minutes later, and you're awoken, but he does not notice because your eyes are still shut. "Hello? Oh.. hi, Lou.Nothing really. Watching a film. I let Y/N fall asleep on top of me. She looks quite angelic if I'm honest." A soft chuckle followed. "Don't worry, she's a deep sleeper." His voice seemed a bit nervous after that statement. "What? ...No....Oh, God, no. I'd never tell her that." Silently, you're panicking. What would he never tell you? "Lou, it'd ruin everything. Our friendship would go down the drain. What am I supposed to tell her?......Ha, the truth!? Oh, yeh, sure. I'll just wake her up and say 'Hey Y/N, guess what? I'm completely and utterly in love with you!'....That's ridiculous. I could never." You smile bigger than ever, since you've loved him for a long time now. You just never knew what to say to him. Your eyelashes flutter open as you look up into his big green eyes. "You just did," you whisper. He looks down at you, incredibly astonished, but seconds later you turn all the way around to face him, cup his cheeks, and kiss him firmly on the lips. He is so stunned that he drops the phone on the floor and wraps his arms around you, kissing you back. The speaker button on Harry's phone had accidentally been hit when it fell. Both of you hear Louis, but ignore him. "Hello? Harry, are you there? What happened? I heard a thump. Hello!?" Harry slowly breaks the kiss and looks at you. "You sneaky little bird. You were eavesdropping!" "What can I say? I'm a baaad girl," you reply, laughing as you grip his grey t-shirt. He smirks. "Taking after my naughtiness I see." "Harry!" Louis yells. "Who's naughty!? Harry, answer! I want to know who's naughty! HARREHHHHHH!" You start to crack up, but Harry just keeps on staring into your eyes with a smirk that won't quit. "Do I get to call you mine?" he asks. "Yes, Hazza," you answer, blushing. You hear Lou's giggle. "Oooh! I get it now..." Thanks for reading.

Niall Imagine For Anon

You’d been putting up with the abuse for long enough and you’d finally reached your breaking point. You nervously call Niall and tell him that you need to talk to him about something important. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you to come over to talk. When you get to his house, you can’t make eye contact with him, feeling ashamed of what you’re about to tell him. He can tell you’re tense about whatever it is, so he tries to lighten the mood, but fails miserably. You start crying on the spot. “Ohh, baby, I’m sorry! I was just trying to make you feel better, I didn’t mean to-“ “It’s not that, I swear,” you blubber out. Niall takes you in his arms. “Then what is it?” You sigh, gathering up the strength to just come out with it. “My father… He’s not the nicest person.” “What do you mean?” Niall prompts you to continue. “He’s always angry with me. He screams at me constantly and hits me sometimes too,” you explain through your sobs. “What?? How long has this been going on for? Why??” Niall asks, at a loss for what to say. “For years now. He blames me for my mum leaving him to marry to marry her now husband .” “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Does your mum know?” You shake your head back and forth to indicate that he doesn’t. “Well she should. And I’ll go with you to talk to her about it if you want,” he offers. You nod, stepping forward to press your body to his, seeking out comfort in his arms, feeling like burden had just been lifted off your chest. A couple of days passes since you and your mother had "the talk" about your father, and your mother wanted you to live with her. But the problem is that she only have a one bed room apart which her and her husband share. So for the next few days I was staying with Niall until my mum found another house with three bedrooms. She didn't want me to live with Niall that's much because she's scared I will become pregnant by him. But she knows that he's a good boy. It was a year from that day I finally told my mum about my father. When I came from my mother house (now you're at Niall's house) you opened the door to complete darkness where you saw candles and rose petals leading up to the bedroom "Niall !? Where are you" I yelled out " I'm in the bedroom come here" I started walking towards the bedroom when I got there I let out a surprised gasped Niall was there on one knee Infront of me "Before you speak (Y/N) I just want to say that you mean the world to me, I'll do anything just to see that pretty smile of yours with the sparkle of your (color of your eyes), I love your laugh it's music to my ears so what I'm trying to say is (Y/F/N) Will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?" I fell to my knees nodding to him because I didn't trust my voice at that point.

His Eyes His Eyes Make The Stars Look Like They're Not SHINING

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a niall horan one shot - the show famous niall almost three thousand words cw - sexual acts, sexual language, name calling, foul language, 18+

“So what’d you do to piss her off this time?”

Standing next to the small set of metal stairs, I can’t help but smile as I look to my left. “Oh you know— Decided to wear this and that instead of what I was scheduled to wear.”

“It’s no wonder she can’t stand you.” Shaking his head, he chuckles. “See you out there, mate.”

Without another word, I watch as he makes his way up the small stairs and gets settled in place, the rest of my band doing the same as we get prepared to give the crowd a show to remember.

Looking down at my shoes, I can’t help but let out a small laugh.

What I was supposed to wear and what I decided to wear are two different things.

It’s like if I listen closely I can already hear Reed Foster cursing under her breath, my name falling from those raspberry lips about how much she can’t stand me.

Ever since I met her there has been that electric buzz of tension between the two of us. To this day I’m still not sure what makes her despise me like she does, but I don’t really care. However that doesn’t mean I don’t try and mess with her any chance that I get.

Irritating her is like a game— One that I always win.

As I listen to the crowd on the other side of the curtain and the music starts to play, my feet carry me up the stairs and my hands pull the old and weathered cream colored guitar over my head before checking to make sure my earpieces are fitting correctly.

Taking my place, a flash of movement draws my attention to the side of the stage that I just came from, stealing my attention away for just a second.

“You are the absolute worst, Horan.”

Crossing her arms over her supple chest, Reed stares me down like she wants to murder me. Just the fire in her eyes sends heat flooding through my body.

She may hate me, but I can feel the heat in her gaze when she thinks that I don’t notice.

Just like she doesn’t know that it’s her face I see when I’m alone and need a release.

A secret for a secret, you could say.

For weeks I’ve been getting under her skin and just waiting for the moment it boils over— waiting for what it brings out of her.

Waiting for her to play.

So with a mischievous grin, I look over to her and wink, gaining an eye roll in the process. “Right back at ya, Foster.”

Even under the dim lighting I can see the way she rolls her eyes before turning on her heel, middle finger up in the air.

Fuck, I love a challenge.

Always have— always will.

—— Reed ——

Niall Horan was a pain in my ass.

I swear to god there wasn’t one day where he didn’t do something to piss me off.

From switching the stage outfits to hiding my things, it was a miracle that I hadn’t quit or punched him in that smug ass smile that was always there when I was around.

It didn’t matter that his blue eyes were the color of a perfect sky or that he always smelled like the most expensive, delicious cologne.

Niall was frustratingly handsome.

I knew he was attractive and it didn’t matter that I thought of him when I— No, fuck him.

“Do we have to go back?” The words fall off my tongue as I look across the table. “Because I’m fine with staying here.”

“We could stay if we wanted to get fired.” Laughing, my coworker turned best friend pulls cash out of her wallet.

Groaning, I pay for my tab and stand up to follow her out of the pub. “Maybe I want to get fired.”

“Please, don’t lie to me.” She grins over her shoulder as we climb into the back of the car waiting for us. “We both know you love your job.”

“Love the job, can’t stand the employer.” I manage to mumble under my breath as the car pulls away from the curb.

We left after the first couple songs of the show started, both of us knowing exactly how long we had to go get something to eat or a drink before we had to be back at the arena in time to have everything packed up and ready when it was over.

In the time we’ve been doing that— not once have we been late, but seeing how slow the traffic is moving, it looks like today could be our lucky day.

“I’m so sorry about that, ladies!” Our driver gives us a tight smile. “Normally it’s not so bad around here.”

Waving my hand in front of my face as we walk backwards, I plaster on a fake smile as I dig through my bad for my credentials. “Don’t worry about it!”

The two of us finally make it inside before going our separate ways, leaving me to gather up the last of the things that are in Niall’s dressing room, hoping that I can finish before he gets off stage. From the sound of it, I’m not going to make it considering that the unmistakable first few notes of Slow Hands reverberate through the building.

“Goddamn it.” I mumble. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Working as fast as I can, dread pools in my belly knowing that everything won’t be finished by the time the show is over.

By the time Niall makes it back to this room.

With my back to the door and shoving things into the cases they belong in, the sound of the door opening doesn’t even register to me in my rush.

But the sound of a rough, low voice paired with an Irish accent does.

——Niall——

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Whirling around, Reed drops everything in her hands as I lean against the doorframe, the post-show adrenaline pumping the blood through my veins.

“Fuck you.” The words fall from her pouty lips. “I was just leaving.”

“Looks to me like you weren’t even close to leaving.” Stepping up to her, it’s impossible not to notice the way her eyes fall to my lips before they roam over my body. “See something you like, Reed?”

Snapping her gaze back to mine, those pretty eyes narrow. “Not a damn thing.”

“That doesn’t seem like the way you should talk to your boss, does it?” Pressing even closer to her, my tongue rolls across the inside of my cheek. “Besides— I think you’re lying.”

Once again, her eyes fall from mine and grace the edges of the cream colored top that I chose tonight, one that leaves my arms bare.

“You think you’re so full of yourself.” Her tone is venomous but her pupils dilate all the same. “I’m just packing up—“

Reaching behind her, I grab a handful of things from the suitcase and let them clatter to the floor, raising a brow at her. “Seems to me like you just wanted to spend some time with me.”

“Oh yeah? Who told you that?” She scoffs.

I love this game, the back and forth.

Reed is all bark and no bite… Although I don’t mind it a little rough from time to time.

Her pulse jumps under the smooth skin of her neck as a low laugh falls from my lips. “Nobody had to tell me, I could see it right here.” The tip of my finger brushes across her pulse, the wild rhythm beating under the callous that lies there. “Want to lie to me again, hm?”

“Can’t seem to recall a single day that I was excited to see you.” She laughs, letting her finger draw a gentle path down the inside of my arm. “Must suck for you, doesn’t it?”

We’ve drifted even closer to each other over our verbal sparring, leaving us only a couple inches apart, her lips inviting me in.

“What are you gonna do?” Taking the chance, I nip her bottom lip, the whimper from the back of her throat traveling straight to my groin. “Be a brat? Be a good girl?”

She doesn’t even give me an answer before the tension bursts between us, her lips finding mine in a kiss that is anything but gentle. I can't help but groan at the minty taste of her or the way her small hands fist the front of the silky sleeveless shirt I wear.

“Fuck.” My words are short as she pulls in my bottom lip with her teeth. “Always knew you were full of fire.”

My lips fall from hers, traveling across her jaw and down to the hollow at the base of her throat, a moan coming from her lips when I harshly suck the skin into my mouth to mark her.

“Niall—“

“Yeah?” I nip her earlobe. “Keep saying my name— I like the way it sounds.”

Gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, a groan sounds from deep in my chest as she stands in front of me in the laciest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’ve been hiding all of this from me?” I say, my fingertips toying with her pebbled nipples through the fabric. “Pretending you hate me?”

Glassy eyes find mine as Reed tries to catch her breath. “I do hate you—“

“Liar.” Bringing my hand up to her throat, I let it rest against her skin for just a moment before she gives me a subtle nod, only then letting my fingers press gently into the sides. “I guess if you hate me so much you don’t want any of this, do you?”

Silence settles between us, her swallow thick under my palm.

“Get to work, Reed.” I let go of her. “Take this belt off.”

Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, her fingers fall to the belt around my waist, the sound of the metal barely heard over our heavy breathes.

“When you get this belt off, I want you to get on your fucking knees, yeah?” Using my finger, I lift her chin so that she meets my gaze. “Did you hear me?”

Reed nods. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Fire races through my blood.

“Yes, sir.” She says like the good girl she is.

As my pants fall to the ground, I reach behind my and pull my top off and throw it somewhere behind me, too worked up by the sight of the woman on her knees before me.

“Tell me, Reed—“ Brushing my thumb across her bottom lip, I push it inside her mouth and groan at the feel of her warm, wet mouth. “Are you gonna suck me off like the slut you are? Gonna be good for me?”

With a nod, she swirls her tongue around the tip of my finger.

“Good. Take off the rest of my clothes.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she reaches up and tucks her fingers into the waistband of the black briefs doing nothing to conceal how fucking desperate I am to be in her mouth. My cock juts towards my stomach as I step out of the fabric, wrapping my fingers around the silky skin. The pearly drop at my tip shines under the lights of the dressing room as I watch Reed take in the sight before her. From here, I can see her legs shift as if she’s trying to get her own relief from the tension between us.

“Is this what you want?” Leaning forward, I spread the drop across her bottom lip. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes… I want it, Niall.” Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me.

I smirk down at her. “Beg for it, slut.”

“I—“ Reed takes a deep breath. “Please fuck my mouth, please. I want to feel you down my throat.”

“Are you going to keep acting like you hate me? Like you haven’t wanted me down that pretty little throat for weeks?” Raspy and low, my voice sounds like it’s been drug through gravel. “Keep going, let me hear you praise me, Reed”

Her chest expands with a deep breath before her tongue darts out to taste the moisture left there, those pretty eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t— Please. I think about you when my hand is between my legs— Niall—“

“Open your fucking mouth.” Impatience travels through my body. “Take this and shut the fuck up.”

Those lips open and I don’t waste any time pressing my hips forward, watching as she takes my cock into her mouth like that’s all she’s ever wanted. Immediately she brings her hand up to mine, moving it out of the way so that she can circle her dainty fingers around me.

“There you go—“ Fisting her hair, the strands are soft and silky against my skin. “Letting me use you like a pathetic slut to get off.”

Reed moans around me at my words, the reverberation sending a chill up my spine. The combination of her lips wrapping around me and her hand feels euphoric.

“Niall—“ Pulling back, Reed drags her tongue along the vein that maps out the underside of my length. “I want more—“

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask in a low laugh, watching her nod as she circles her tongue around the tip of my cock. “Only good girls get fucked, Reed. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“Please—“

Gripping her hair even tighter, I shake my head. “Shut up and open that pretty little throat.”

Surprisingly, she does what I say.

This time I can tell she’s waiting for me to take control… So I do.

Thrusting my hips forward, a string of curses fall from my lips as I feel myself hit the back of her throat over and over, the pleasure so intense that I can feel it traveling up my spine at a rapid pace.

Looking down, Reed’s dark lashes are clumped together from her tears, the pressure of feeling me so deep causing her to gag and contract around me as I push even deeper.

“Fuck— Just like that—“ I tilt my head back. “Keep choking on my cock like that.”

Pressing forward, I let my hips rest for a couple of seconds, feeling her throat grip me again before pulling out enough so that she can catch her breath.

“You okay?” Checking in with her, she nods before reaching for me again. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Who knew all it would take to shut you up would be to stuff your mouth with my cock?”

Moaning around me, watch as she slips her hand under the hem of the black leather skirt, another whimper coming from the back of her throat as her eyes meet mine.

“There you go, get yourself off while I fuck your mouth.” Sweat drips down my skin. “Shit— Good girl, Reed— You feel so good.”

Tears fall down her face as she moans around me, her hand moving as she brings herself to her own peak, making me realize that Reed Foster might be one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen.

Maybe I’ve just been blind by wanting to get on her nerves, but now seeing all the valleys and curves of her body displayed in front of me it makes me feel like maybe I need more.

“Fuck, Reed—“ I groan, the words like gravel. “I’m so close. Are you going to take what I give you? Swallow everything?”

As soon as she nods, the balloon at the base of my spine pops into a sea of euphoria as I empty myself down her throat, feeling like it might never stop.

“Good god.” Pulling my hips back, I run my hand through my hair. “That was—“

Meeting my gaze, Reed uses her thumb to catch a drop of my release that spilled out of her mouth, flattening her tongue to taste the last bit that she can. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Come here.” Bending down, I slide my hands under her arms to pull her up to stand. “You did so good.”

A soft smile pulls across her face, the lights of the dressing room playing off the sheen of sweat on her body. “Thank you.”

Looking behind me, I see the door that leads to the personal shower and before I can stop myself or overthink, I tug her hand and pull me with her.

She may have hated me before, but she won’t hate me after I give her what she just gave me.

On a night like tonight, everything changes.

Starting now.

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this was my first requested one shot so DONT HATE ME if it’s bad alsndkwksn

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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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