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#4 Stuck With Me (Niall Horan One Shot)

WARNING - SMUT

Another request from some lovely anonymous person. I hope you like it. Let me know. 

Also, I got a few requests to write a second part of Ask Me Out. I did plan it as an one shot so, I don’t know what to do but, if I can make something good out of it, I’ll upload a part 2. Read it, if you guys haven’t yet. 

Word Count : 1,434

Niall Horan One Shot: Summary - It’s not fair to be mad at things one doesn’t have a control on. But hey, that’s a personal opinion. 

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“You do realize you’re kinda stuck with me, today?” I whispered, sitting right next to him on the couch, facing him, my body touching him. I cuddled my head between his neck and shoulders, and placed a kiss there. Nothing. He didn’t even look at me. He was stuck to the game he was playing since the last two hours. FIFA. Taking all the attention from me, this game. Now, I don’t know if you know this but, I am not one to give up. I got myself comfortable next to him with my legs across his lap and opening my ponytail so, that my long wavy hair could make me look prettier. No response. Time to step this up.

I removed my top leaving me in a very sexy bra bought by Sir, himself. I moved my body closer to him, my boobs touching his arm not causing any restriction in movement. I didn’t want him to get annoyed and walk away. I started kissing his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over and then going in for a love bite. He loved those. I kissed his cheek, his jaw, his forehead, lips were kinda outta reach. Nothing…yet.

I took off my pants leaving me in a matching thong and, stretched out on the couch beside him, with my legs across his lap. I kept watching his game but now, I knew his eyes were on me. He loved this set. Loving lingerie in general, he called it, me being wrapped in present just for him to open. I knew, he was rethinking his decision of ignoring me. I frankly, looked too sexy to be kept hands off from, especially when he full permission. But, he did. He was hard to crack.

I shook my body a bit, acting to get a little comfortable on the couch, jiggling my boobs, arching my back. His eyes were on me, mine on the screen. After a while, I started touching myself. I played with my boobs for a while, over my bra of course, and then, went down to pussy. He was getting red, feeling him shift in his seat he even cleared his throat. I spread my legs a bit, and rubbed my clit. I was moaning, kinda exaggerating but, it was working. He was losing his game and then, angrily shut it off. I didn’t stop touching myself. Slipping a finger in and arching my back, I was having too much fun.

“You fucking tease,” He shifted, getting in between my legs and picking me up. He held my waist so tight and he placed me in his lap, pulling me to his chest.

“What did I do…” I asked, innocently.

“Really,” He raised his eyebrows. “You know what you did. Leave this  out, you’ll get punished but, I’m not talking about this.”

“I really don’t know…” I cuddled into his neck.

He pulled my head by my hair. Harsh. “You were talking to Stan.”

“So?” I frowned, getting his hand off my head.

“So, I thought we discussed you’re not going to talk to him.”

“The discussion was you saying, I don’t talk to him. I decide who I talk to and who I don’t,” I said, getting off his lap. “Is this the reason you’re giving me the silent treatment?” I questioned.

“We decided you won’t talk to him,” He looked at me, his eyes full of anger.

“Oh god.” I stomped off to the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” He bellowed. I got in and wore his T-shirt, getting in bed. This day was ruined. “I’m talking to you.”

“Maybe if you stop being a dickhead, you can think a little clearly. But no, you’ll ignore me and then, scream and now, stand there running your hands through that blond hair.”

“He wants you.”

“Yeah sure.”

“I’m a guy. I know the look. He wants you.”

“He’s the son of my mother’s best friend. I practically grew up with him. If he wanted me, he would make his move. And I wouldn’t take it because I’m taken. Do you even trust me?” I said sitting up on my knees.

“It’s not about trusting you,” He shook out his T shirt and climbed in bed. “I don’t want someone stealing you away,” He said holding my face in his palms. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips, pulling me under the blackest, keeping one hand behind my head, laying me down on the cushion. “I’m very insecure,” He said getting on top of me as I spread my legs. “He knows you well, and even if you guys don’t have an awesome history, things can always get well and you can realise how much of an unworthy bastard, I am.” He said kissing my lips, again.

“You’re not unworthy or a bastard. You’re my choice and are pretty classy.”

He laughed into my neck, leaving kisses all over. “I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong. I’m just very protective of you, baby.”

I combed my hand through his hair and pulled him down to kiss me. We played along for some time, his tongue slipping in to play with mine. Basics were just awesome. I could feel myself getting wet and him hard as his dick was rubbing over my pussy. “You don’t have to worry about him. I love you. I’m with you. A 100 percent. Do I make you feel like that?” He shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere until you get sick of me and want me to go.”

“I will never want you to go.”

“Well that’s clear then,” I giggled.

“You’re a fucking tease though…” he said pulling my t-shirt off and marking me. “Sitting beside me, naked and touching yourself, while you know, only I’m supposed to do that.” I moaned out loud. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, admiring my body. He pulled my bra off and my thong and kissed all over my body. “And, all mine…” He mumbled going down on me. His fingers entered me, two at once, “You’re so wet, who made you this wet, baby?”

“You…oh my…you, Niall, you…” I was a moaning mess. He kept licking my click, his fingers going at full speed. Only he knew how I liked it, and knew how to put me on the edge as fast as possible.

“I can feel you clenching on my fingers baby, no cumming without me inside off you…” He said his smirk out on display. He pulled his fingers out, leaving me on the edge and kissed my lips.

I pushed him down and climbed on top of him, getting his boxers off and his dick in my mouth. It felt like we were rushing even, when we had the whole day but, that was just him and I. I bobbed my head, trying to get the entire thing in my mouth. He was just so big and thick, I remember being scared the first time we had sex. “Just like that baby…you’re so good at this!” He moaned, thrusting his hips a bit. “Stop, stop, need to get in…you…”

He sat up and I climbed on top, his dick slipping inside me and filling me up. I fell into his chest and pulled him close. He was so big. I could feel him stretching me out. “Yeah baby, slowly…” he said, picking up my hips and then, pulling him down. I held his face in my palms, my lips against his, whimpering as we increased speed. I kept bouncing on him and he kept meeting me, hard that my entire body shook and he had to hold me tight so, that I didn’t collapse.

Kissing my lips, tongues fighting for dominance now, he climbed on top ,both my legs on his shoulders as he drilled in faster, hitting that one stop that made me scream his name, out loud. “NIALL!…Niall, Niall, Niall…” I repeated it with every thrust.

“I love you so much!” He said, getting in between my legs and kissing me hard, his thrusts not stopping for a second but, slowing down as we were close. “Going to come, my love? Can feel you clench my dear, fuck, so good.” He whispered as, I let go, not being able to control it. He wasn’t far behind as he filled me up and gave me the most intense kiss of the day.

He pulled me under the sheets, still inside on me and cuddled me in his arms. “We should clean up,” I said, exhausted.

“Hmm…” He said, shutting his eyes and pulling me closer.

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#9 Not Interested (Harry Styles)

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I couldn’t stop staring. I just couldn’t. The way her hips swayed to the movement of the drums in the song, the way she moved her hands all over the body dancing to the music, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She wore a little skirt just covering her butts, I am sure half the guys were just waiting for her to bend. She wore a lacy top covering just her boobs, teasing now and then and she jumped to the beats. Her hair falling to her shoulders were thick, good enough to grab and pull while I fucked her. Oh yes, I would have some fun fucking her. I could tell that she would just fit in my hands and prove to be a great time tonight. She didn’t look like someone who would disappoint.

“Thinking about fucking that one, aren’t you?” Michael laughed behind me. We were standing at the bar with a couple of more guys, just enjoying a night out and looking for some fun. It gets boring just messing around in the campus at times. You need to spread your legs and enjoy sometimes.

I laughed and finished my drink walking towards this beauty. I had to go around the corner to reach her, stepping down the platform when a hand grabbed my arm.

“You…you don’t want to go there…” A voice spoke. I turned around to see a girl holding my arm. She let go quickly when my eyes met her. “It won’t work out, I mean…”

“Why don’t I go and check it out?” I smirked and turned around. Who the hell was she?

“It won’t!” She said again, confidently. I turned around and titled my head. She was quite plain compared to her. Was dressed in slacks and a half shoulder top. Looked more like she needed to go shopping than, come to a club, to be honest.

“How are you so sure?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. She kept her glass down and placed her flick behind her ear. I folded my arms and stared right in her eyes, which I had to say were kinda pretty. She had hope but, she dressed like an old woman.

“Well, first - she has a boyfriend, he’s in the army…” She said.

“Oh please.”

“Been with him for about two years now…”

“So, you’re telling me that this beauty…” I pointed at her, drooling a bit. “Who is dressed that sexily is taken. That kind wants to be fucked…hard.” I bent down to her face.

“Well…this one won’t work according to your moves…” She shrugged her shoulders. “By the way, she’s my roommate, I’d know. She’s actually kinda engaged too, look at her finger,” she turned around and sipped her drink.

I looked back to that girl and the ring I hadn’t noticed was actually there. Fucking hell! I actually, wanted this one! I sat down beside the girl and just shook my head. “You kinda ruined my evening.”

“I apologise.”

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Oh no, I am not one of those girls…”

“Trust me, I am not interested in you. Not at all,” I made it clear.

“Well then” she turned red and looked a it flustered. Oops. I just smiled. “Why waste your time? Nice to meet you Mr. Styles,” she picked up her drink and walked away. I giggled and walked towards my friends. I could see her talking to the beauty I was after and then, saw them exit the club. What a bummer.

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“Can you pack these two for me, please?” I was standing in the bookstore when, I heard a familiar voice. I bent backwards and saw her. The bar girl well, the bummer girl, really. She was dressed in a summer dress, eyes covered my frames and her long hair in a ponytail. Okay, I had to admit, she was kinda sexy too. The dress made her look cute and apart from having an amazing pair of boobs, she had amazing legs too. Snap out, Harry! Not her.

She pushed her frames back biting her lips as she paid for the books, “Thank you!” She smiled. What was so exciting about a pair of books?

“Hello!” I said, when she crossed me. She yelped and fell down. “I’m sorry!” I laughed and offered her my hand. She didn’t take it.

“Is there something wrong with you?” She huffed, straightening her dress.

“Do you remember me?” I asked.

“The entire campus knows you, Mr. Styles.”

She walked out of the book store and, I followed her out. “Harry is just fine!”

“Okay.”

“So, your roommate is still taken?” I asked, just teasing her.

“I am not her assistant, why don’t you ask her?”

“Well, I was going to but, someone stopped me so…”

“It was my mistake, I am sorry. I saw something…” She shut her eyes and huffed, “Why don’t you try your luck now, it’s never too late for a fuck right?”

“I don’t go after taken girls. Not fun.” I winked.

“Congratulations. You have morals.” She said, praising sarcastically.

“What’s your name?” I smiled.

“Why bother?”

“It’s just a name!” I frowned.

“Exactly, why don’t you go after someone who interests you?” She walked inside the library.

“Took that to your heart, didn’t you? I didn’t mean it like that. I wanted a one night stand and you weren’t exactly…”

“Okay, got it now, go away…”

“British literature! You know, I am British,”

“What do you want?“she asked, annoyed.

“Nothing, you just interest me,” I smiled. I am sure this girl liked me. I had a feeling.

“Really…” She came close to me. I took a step back, my back against the book shelve. She came close to my lips and picked up her hand, bringing it close to my hair but, then picked up a book behind me, “Sad, cause I am not interested. Not at all,” she smirked and walked away. “Bye, Mr. Styles.”

I leaned back on the bookshelves, smirking and shaking my head. —