Niall Horan (Nerdy) One Shot

My mouth grew dry as the white numbers flashed at me ‘7:55 AM’, I silenced the alarm on my phone as I stared ahead into my locker in hopes of catching just a quick glimpse of him reflecting off my mirror. Any sane person would believe I was just doing my morning ritual, making sure not a hair was out of place and my makeup wasn't smudge but that wasn't the case. I didn't care if my hair was slightly disheveled and I absolutely didn't give a fuck about my makeup being smudged but all these kids, all these teenagers packed into this building assume and believe me to be someone I’m not and so whatever assumptions they think as they pass by me in the hallway as I stare longingly at my mirror just to catch a glimpse of him, they can assume. “[Y/N]! Hey!,” My eyes grew wide in surprise as I turned around in freight at the sudden outburst of my name. “Holy shit… Fuck!, Adam can’t you just say hi like a normal person?” I seethed at him as my hand fell from my chest and down to my side.

"Aw babe, c’mon I just wanted to make you laugh," He grinned showing off his perfect pearly white teeth. Usually this was my queue to tell him not to call me "Babe" because I wasn't his babe and I’ll never be- My eyes wandered to the blonde mane of hair belonging to the one boy I've been waiting to catch a glimpse of this whole morning. I was positive Adam was talking some sort of bullshit, what it was I do not know and nor do I care, all my attention was focused on the back of Niall who was slowly blending into the sea of teenagers. I sigh contently as I grabbed my bag and shut my locker, Adam in tow- still blabbering away. "-parents are gone this whole week so I’m def-" I tuned Adams rough voice out as soon as a barricade of students caught my attention. My hand flew up in a stop motion silencing Adam "What’s going on?" I asked even though I knew he didn't know. "Let’s go see," He shrugged.

"S’cuse me- sorry," I politely said as I pushed my way through only to stop abruptly. Jason McNeil stood six feet and two inches towering over a distressed Niall Horan. My heart began to race as a panic washed over me, what the hell happened and what the hell is Jason going to do. "You fucking gobshite! You’re going to fucking pay for shoving me fizzy drink out me hand," Jason angrily spat onto Niall’s face. "I-I- I didn't, I-I mean it was an accident," Niall stuttered out. Jason fisted Niall’s shirt tighter and slammed him against the locker "Save it yah fuckin' cunt," I felt sick, I literally thought I was going to throw up in my mouth from the panic and anxiety I was feeling. I didn't want Jason or anybody for that sake to hurt Niall, he was harmless and the most sweetest person ever and Jason was this huge grizzly looking guy- "STOP IT!," I shouted in panic as Jason punched Niall in the face. "STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE," I screamed as Jason kept punching Nialls face.

Perhaps Adam tried to- if he did, it did no justice to hold me back. I tried my hardest to push Jason away but it seemed effortless, he was literally a hundred pounds heavier and was about seven inches taller than I. “JASON MCNEIL TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE THIS INSTANT,” Relief washed over me as the head of Math department stepped out her classroom. I bit my trembling bottom lip as I turned away from Niall knowing if I saw his face I would break down and foolishly cry. “ALL OF YOU GET TO CLASS,” She barked at the useless students that stood by to watch the "show". I wasted no time dashing through the crowd as I brought my nails to my mouth from nervousness. I hated Jason, how could he be so cruel? I was disgusted with myself for even being associated with the eejit. In fact I was disgusted with myself in general, I have come to terms that I have been living my high-school career in a total lie. I was a coward for never really speaking out against my so called popular friends- friends? As if I really considered them such.

They virtually have no interest in what I really enjoyed to do, come to think of it they never asked they just assumed. When I first arrived three years ago I was the new girl, I didn't grow up in this town and I didn't know anyone all I knew was that these kids, these popular kids wanted to be my friend wanted me to be part of their group because I was pretty. I foolishly went along for the ride and it was great, I went to house parties, even some college parties and actually had a "social status". I realized last year that it all didn't matter to me. You see, I had an art class with Niall and toward the last semester of last year, we had a project that required a partner. Niall was my said partner, now if you asked me who he was last year before the project I would have looked at you in confusion and maybe even stupidly answer “Egypt” he was virtually no one to me at the time.

But he became my project partner for a whole two weeks. Two whole weeks I spent after school and even weekends with the blue eye boy only to be smitten by him. We had so much in common and he was just the sweetest, I wanted to be his friend and I wanted to hang out with him everyday, in the morning, during school, at lunch, after school. I wanted to text him before going to sleep and send him dirty Spanish jokes which I was sure would amuse him through out the day. But it didn't pan out that way, once the project was over Niall avoided me like the plague and I was left to admire him from afar as he shut himself in solitude from his cruel peers. I didn't understand why they were so cruel to him, sure he had glasses and braces and a few blemishes, sure he wasn't the strongest or fastest kid in school but what did it matter? He had a heart of gold and an incredible sense a humor, he had depth- something every guy in this school seemed to lacked.

I decided by my second class I was going to ditch school, especially when Niall never showed up to the first period. I didn’t want to be in this building anymore I just wanted to go home, cry and maybe catch some sleep as I pity myself. When the bell rang signaling it was lunch time I dashed out the classroom and down the hallway opposite of the cafeteria room. “[Y/N]!,” I shut my eyes tight as I exhaled and inhaled slowly- Adam. “Where yah going babe?” Adam asked as he swung his arm around my shoulder. I refrained from pulling a disgusted face and shrugged his arm off. “Adam I’m not you-” “Babe, yadda yadda- I know but you can’t blame me for wanting you to be mine,” Maybe this would have worked on someone else but it only just annoyed me. “Don't hold your breath Adam,” I sighed as I kept walking. ”Where you going, bunkerin' off?” He asked as he easily kept up with my short steps. “Home,” I blandly stated. “Why?,” “Adam I just don’t feel… good? I mean, I just want to go home and just be by myself…,” I trailed off not really knowing why i was giving him a explanation, he deserved none.

I hissed in slight pain as Adam gripped my wrist tightly forcing me to stop in my tracks. “Are you upset over that git?” Adam asked as his eyebrows started knitting together. “What does it matter to you, Adam?” “[Y/N] why are yah upset over a gobshite like him? I mean he’s a loser a total outcast, everyone knows Niall Horan is the biggest cunt in this school-” “Adam just shut it you’re being a proper ass,” “God, [Y\N] it’s like you have a crush on the kid or something,” Adam scoffed, as if it was impossible for me to ever have feelings for someone like Niall. My face was now mirroring Adams, lips tightened and eyebrows knitted. “Fuck off,” I spat as I pushed him away from me and ran down the rest of the hallway and out the front doors.

I never lived far from school, it was only a ten minute walk, so when my ten minute walk turned into a twenty minute walk I realized I had came to a stop in front of a small apartment building. I swallowed the lump in my throat as my eyes trained on the third floor. Making up my mind, I wasted no time going up the stairs and arriving at apartment 3C. It was funny how confidence worked, you suddenly get this tiny rush of it and you feel so invincible- almost as if you can conquer anything but it never seemed to last long enough to pull through and finish what you started. I held my fist in the air inches from the red door. It had been so long since I spoken with him, what if he really didn’t like me? What if he thought I was like them, I mean I might as well have been. I never did anything that they didn’t want to do, I never really did what I wanted.

I wanted this, this is what I wanted so why should I let my fear overtake me? I breathed out as my knuckles kissed the red paint. I waited in anticipation for an answer as my thoughts swirled in every which direction in my mind. The red door creaked open enough for me to make eye contact with ocean eyes. “[Y/N]? W-what are you doing here?” Niall asked in confusion from behind the door. In that moment I have never felt such relief upon hearing his voice, the same voice I had been dying to talk to for over a year now. “Hi Niall, I uh I came to see how you were doing,” I offered, to be honest I had no real reason I just couldn't get him out my head. Niall shut the door, sending a certain hurt I haven’t felt in years flow through my veins.

Before I had a chance to even process anything the door swung open fully revealing Niall, his hair was sticking up in random directions, he had on some grey sweats and a white t-shirt that clung to his lean body. To be quite honest it was a very attractive sight and I wanted to see more- well, less. “Come in,” He offered as he looked around outside quickly before shutting the door. Once I walked in I took off my coat and shoes and offered Niall a small smile. He nervously gave a small smile back as he tugged at the hem of his shirt. “So uh, you never answered my question,” I said as I tried my best not to look at him in the face, I knew there will be purple, blue, and black bruises on his face something I couldn't bring myself to face just yet.

"I’ll answer it as soon as you look at me," My stomach turned as the familiar buzzing swarmed in my stomach every time I was in a close range distance of Niall. I almost didn’t believe what Niall had whispered, but he did and I was nervous. I wasn't sure if it was visible on my face or if my attempts to look cool and collected were working but I managed to swallow back my lingering fear and slowly meet his eyes. My stomach tightened- His sapphire eyes starting to roam my face, I couldn't help but mirror his actions, stomach still tightening. I reached for his arm, before I could even notice, which he bluntly pushed away, "It could have been worse — I’m alright," Niall answered, I clutched my own hand to my chest, silently reprimanding myself for reaching for him. I quickly averted my eyes to meet his once again. It was clear he wanted to drop that conversation, though I was reluctant to. Still, I bit back my questions of concern. Niall turned around and started toward the small kitchen to his left "Would yah like something tah drink? I have water, Tea, some Shandy- Maybe something to eat?,"

The knot in my stomach seemed to lessen as a sudden wave of nostalgia hit me. It all felt too familiar, the comfortableness of his home, the casualness in his voice, I felt so relaxed. I followed behind Niall as I use to do when I would visit him, when we were friends. “Water,” I thoughtlessly answered as my eyes studied around his kitchen, it looked the same as it always did. It had its clutter but it was no doubt spotless, Niall probably had wiped down the counter earlier. Niall nodded as he grabbed a glass cup from the cupboard and walked to his refrigerator door. “Why did you stop talking to me?,” To be honest I don’t know what possessed me to ask Niall so boldly, perhaps it was the overwhelming nostalgic feeling that was coursing through my veins and memories, digging into moments I had so often replayed in my head at night. Niall’s body had visibly froze as he held the pitcher of water in his hand, however, it didn’t take him long to recuperate and continue to pour the water into the cup. I stood, stark still in anxiousness waiting for a response, anything- I wanted to know why we couldn't keep being friends, why he had so suddenly pushed me away once our project was over.

When an answer never came I had immediately felt the back of my eyes burn. Maybe it was a mistake on my part to ever think of coming here I began to think as Niall turned around- his eyebrows almost touching as a scowl settled on his face. He approached me with the cup of water in his hand, coming so quickly at me I had no choice to back up against the counter. Niall stood inches from me, eyes looking fiercely into mine. “What do you want from me [Y/N]? You got some nerve on you lass, coming to me home pretending to care about poor ‘ol me,” I blinked fiercely not understanding where Nialls anger was coming from. “Then you got the nerve to ask me, why I stopped talking to you! Do yah not remember [Y/N]?,” Nialls voice coming out harsher as his neck started turning red. “Do you not remember how you wrote me a nice little love note that you slipped into me locker,” Niall chuckled sardonically as he placed the cup of water on the counter next to me, I jumped slightly as some of the cold water splashed on me.

"I still remember what it said too- but that doesn't even fucking matter! You stood me up and humiliated me and then your stupid, idiotic, waste of breath of friends cornered me [Y/N]! THEY CORNERED ME AND THREATENED ME!," I hadn't realized I was crying and shaking my head until Niall stopped talking and stared at me. I was so confused, why was Niall telling me all of this, Niall shook his head once and continued "They told me if I was ever caught talking to you, if I ever thought of even being inches near you that I would live the rest of me final year a living hell. So tell me [Y/N], tell me why I stopped talking to yah, tell me why you’re crying!" Niall demanded as he searched my face. I almost felt ugly from how hard I had started crying, I felt such a grief pain my chest. I didn’t understand what happened, obviously to me none of it was true, I never wrote a note to Niall, never would ever stand him up and humiliate him.

"W-who, who cornered you?," I had managed to ask through my sobbing which was pathetically slowly settling to light gasps of air. Niall continued to scowl as he backed away a feet or so from me. "Jason, Nick, James, and Adam," He sneered as he ran his hand through his frosted locks. I bit down on my trembling bottom lip as it all started making somewhat sense. "Niall please, you have to believe me when I tell you none of this was my fault I had no part in this,” I pleaded as the tears started to act up again. Niall scoffed again, I knew he still didn’t believe me and I was becoming desperate and restless for his forgiveness. “Oh God Niall! Just please, please believe me. I would never intentionally hurt you, I was happy being your friend, being near you! It was all I ever wanted to do since the moment I met you, please believe me when I tell you I- WE were set up,” I was glad I wasn't sobbing but my face was no doubt soaked in warm tears.

"Yeah? By who [Y/N], who would go through all that trouble? Yah never wanted to be my friend or even want tah be near me. I was just some stupid nobody who you needed for a art project-" "THAT’S NOT TRUE! It’s not true, you aren't a nobody Niall! I liked you, I still do. I- I just wanted to be near you all the time why can’t you get that?," I was growing emotionally exhausted from all the different emotions I was feeling at once but I wasn't willingly to give up this easy with out a fight, Niall needed to know the truth and he needed to know that I wanted him. "They told me that you wouldn't be caught dead with me in public, you were just using pathetic Niall Horan," Nialls voice slightly raised as his own eyes started to turn red and watery. "That’s just it Niall, "they" told you, who’s "they" huh? Adam and those other assholes? Don’t you get it? Adam is infatuated with me- he can’t have me! He knew I wanted you and not him so he fucked us up Niall, he fucking fucked everything up,” I cried as I watch him bury his face into his hands.

I dropped my head before I watched Niall sigh deeply. I couldn't have been anymore honest with Niall, it was up to him at this point to believe me or just ignore me for the rest of his life. Before I had a chance to wipe away my lingering tears I felt Niall cup my face into his hands and gently face me toward him. I peered up at him taking in his facial features. Despite the bruise that had formed on his face, despite the cut on his lip, despite his swollen eye he looked so serene with his beautiful bright eyes rimmed in red by suppressed tears. Niall’s thumbs gently brushed away the remaining tears and softly pressed his forehead against mine.

My shaky hands rose as my fingers clung over Nialls hands, I stared up at him feeling almost relieved. “I want you, Niall,” I whispered to him as I brought my body closer to his. The blue that swam in his eyes turned a shade darker as his pupil dilated, a sudden heat erupted through my body when Niall pushed his hips into mine digging my back deeper into the counter. A tiny gasp escaped my lips as his hands left my face and gripped the back of my neck bringing my face closer to his. My stomach turned with butterflies once Niall placed his lips over mine. The tingles that erupted on my face cascading to the very tip of my toes made me feel light headed.
Our lips danced in a synchronized fashion, pressing against each other in desperation. My hands traveled and lingered all over Niall’s chest and shoulders as one of his hands gripped my hair softly as his other hand firmly held my hip. I couldn't help the tiny moan that escaped my throat when Niall's tongue ran along my bottom lip, waiting patiently to enter my mouth. We wasted no time exploring each others mouths, are hands growing greedy with each passing second. It was clear where this was heading and I had no intentions of stopping it. “Jump,” Niall breathed out as he gripped my hips, I jumped with his guidance and sat on the edge of the counter. Niall’s grip from my waist leisurely traveled down my thighs every so often squeezing them until he had my legs wrapped around his waist.

Niall’s lips gently pecked their way down my jaw line where he slowly twirled his tongue down to my neck. My legs only tightened around his waist, we had only just begun and I wanted more. A sigh caught itself in my throat as Niall’s mouth sucked eagerly on the tender skin of my neck. His teeth grazing along the line of my jaw.

"Fuck —" I hissed, his teeth and tongue desperately kissed and bit my neck. I felt Niall’s lips form into a smile against my skin as he chuckled, causing a shiver to race up my spine.
"I’m not hurting you am I?" judging by the smile felt against my throat, the question wasn't serious in the slightest. My body curled with every sloppy kiss at my neck, my nails digging into the bare skin of his arm, which Niall hissed in response of. His hand traced up my spine when I began to pull away from the wrath of his mouth, the skin growing a little too sensitive with every bite and suck. Quickly enough Niall reached to pull my hair from the back of my neck exposing my neck once again to him.

"[Y/N]… Fuck." he grunted in satisfaction against the base of my throat.
"Niall…" my skin started to feel a little too tender the more he nibbled and sucked, and I was so sure that I would be marked everywhere, but none of that mattered, not when he finally stopped to take a good look at me, lust-filled eyes lingering over my face and chest, it was apparent he was loving every minute of it. I was about to smile, until the features of his face contorted into a grimace, head lowering almost in shame. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but that thought was suddenly interrupted by a more selfish thought; what if he realized he didn’t like me anymore? My mind was racing to the worst conclusions in just mere five seconds of me waiting for his expression to change.

"Are you sure?" his gaze averted to me, the look almost pained. I didn’t answer, my mouth just opened slightly in a bit of disbelief. I just leaned forward, lifting his head further up towards mine. I couldn't find my words, but I hoped he could see it in my eyes as I made sure to keep them locked with his. My fingers clumsily unbuttoned my blouse as they started shaking from the intense stare Niall returned. His hands replaced my nervous fingers quickly. Once my shirt was removed hurriedly, he tugged me towards him, pulling me off the counter onto my feet and grabbing my bum through the plaid skirt of my uniform. He caressed my backside, fondling with the zipper until my skirt fell into a pool at my feet.

If I thought I was nervous before, I must have been insane now. I stood almost in awe as Niall kneeled briefly to take off my shoes and socks, his lips kissing my knees- slowly gaze fell across the room towards a round mirror on the wall. "Christ, [Y/N] your arse is heavenly," Niall moaned out, causing me to flinch slightly and interrupting my insecurities from plaguing my mind.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded quickly, pressing my lips into an awkward smile, there was no time to feel ugly- not in such a blissful moment.
You’re about to have sex with him, there are worse things to be embarrassed about.
Oh my god. My subconscious was really raging, but I wouldn't let the voice in the back of my head ruin the moment I was about to have. It’s ruined too many moments beforehand.
Maybe I should do something by now? Instead of lamely having my hands beside me, they needed to busy themselves. I decided to undo the knot of his sweats, a knot I learned much to quickly that wouldn't undo in the slightest, which left Niall waiting, watching me more interested in the knot of his sweat pants than I was with him at the moment. I was on my knees by this point, and I felt Niall playfully pinch my tongue that was peeking through my lips from the amount of concentration I was investing.

"Are you having fun down there?" he questioned playfully.
"Shhh. I think I almost got it —"
"It can’t be that complicated." He reached down to roughly pull at one of the strings, but it only tightened more. I looked up with a grim expression,
"Really? You made it worse." Jeez, this thing wouldn't budge. What kind of knot did he make out of this? I was growing fed up which only led me to grabbing a tight hold of the waist band and pulling it down by force. Setting him springing free. Which I thought would have been a relief, but only caused Niall to cursed and cup himself.
"OUCH. Watch it!" I cupped my mouth in embarrassment. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" I reached my hand out toward his member in concern, but withdrew my hands immediately. Way to kill the mood, [Y/N]. I silently reprimanded myself.

"Now you’re going to have to make it up to me." His voice sounded a bit strained as he started to walk toward his bedroom. I was still on my knees as I watch him walk up to his bedroom door, one look over his shoulder and a cheeky smile broke me out of my trance. That was it, all my embarrassment and nerves gone. Just like that.
I stood and skipped to the bedroom catching him in the middle of reaching over his shoulders to remove his shirt, revealing the scattered freckles on his back.
I smiled, slowly walking toward him as he sat on the edge of his bed. Niall greedily dipped his finger into the waist line of my panties to pull me on top of him, causing me to topple over, harshly bumping heads with him.

"Dammit." I chuckled palming my forehead as he rubbed his.
"Shit, I’m sorry." Niall tried to pull at my wrist to see the now forming bump on my forehead, but I shooed his hand away.

"I’m fine, I’m fine." he quickly pecked my forehead, making my stomach swarm with butterflies. Once I managed to stand myself back up Niall started placing feathery kisses along my torso. His tongue dipping into my navel, at the crease of my thighs, bending my left knee so I could firmly plant it on the bed. I was still standing as Niall pulled me in closer, slowly rubbing me through my panties at a leisurely pace while he closely watched my underwear moisten. My right knee trembled as I held my bottom lip prisoner between my top teeth, my hands took a hold of Niall’s shoulders to keep myself from buckling under my trembling legs. I bucked my hips greedily against his fingers wanting more friction. Niall quickly took hold of my waist and flipped me on the bed, placing my hands above my head. His hands memorizing every curve on my figure as Niall's gaze bore onto my face. Slowly he dipped his hips into mine and rubbed himself on me, the cloth of my panties being the only barrier between us. And like a eager teen my hips wiggle against his pelvis wanting more friction, wanting him closer.

”.. Stop doing this to me..” I whimpered, pouting playfully at him, his primal gaze on my lower lips, taking the opportunity to bite it, It was painful in the best of ways. Niall separated himself from the fiery bite of a kiss as he lifted my hips to remove my underwear and guided my legs up toward his face, flinging the garment across the room. Nialls eyebrows rose up and down playfully as he placed his lips on the inside of my ankles. I smiled, playfully shoving his face away with my foot and tickling the crook of his neck with my toes. Niall smirked, biting the side of his cheek, he gripped my knees, bending them all the way to my sides, successfully pinning my arms under my thighs, "You’re quite flexible," Cheeky. The position he had me made me feel so exposed, everything was bare out in the air, and as much as I wiggled I couldn't get out of the small prison he made for me out of my own legs. His lips edged closer there, and NOW was when I started to really, honestly grow nervous.

An audible gulp released from my throat, as I started to wonder if I missed any spots shaving, wonder if I looked pretty, wondered if I missed anything important in… class? Did I feed my fish today — my thoughts were interrupted by my own gaping moan, my head bent down to see the view of the beautiful blonde boy kissing and praising my delicate folds. The patches of stubble on his cheeks made the sensations even more intense, rubbing the insides of my thighs. So intense. Jesus, breathe. I kept coaching myself. My moans slowly faded into whispers as I silently gawked, especially when Niall slowly inserted a finger, then two inside of me. Pumping slowly, and circling my clitoris with his tongue.

"Holy, mother.. God." my words weren't making sense, the rhythm of them following the pace of his fingers. How long could I last? I thought I was going to come, but I suddenly felt empty, and before I could protest Niall’s lips were on mine and I was finally unpinned from my knees, I didn't hesitate to grab his member, guiding him to only place I wanted to him be. When I wrapped my fingers around him, his lips parted, a small hitch of breath catching at the base of his throat. I tried to lift my pelvis so he could enter me, but he didn’t move, enjoying the touch of my hand. Niall traced his fingers down my forearm, reaching my hand and gently placing it at my side, repeating the same with other.

"Ready?" his r’s rolled perfectly in his Irish accent. I answered his question by grabbing his face, whispering a "Yes, please." against his lips. There was a long pause before he actually entered me, I studied his face, watching his jaw tighten, revealing the chords of veins in his neck as he edged in. I could feel my muscles tighten when his pelvis met mine. His eyes held my gaze, forehead pressed against mine to ensure that our eye contact never broke. Each wet thrust was sloppier than the last, the hand gripping my face traveled toward my hair combing half way through it to grab a fistful. I had never been so lenient when it came to anything sexual, but at this point it was pure feeling and nothing else.

"Turn over." and I couldn't do it fast enough. When I was on my knees, his hand wrapped around my throat just to briefly bring me closer to him, the hair of his happy trail tickling my spine. His palm sprawled flat on my stomach to keep me in place as he effortlessly curled into me, the sound of his breathy groan in my ear made my center clench, and in return made him grunt even more.

"Are you okay?" his strained voice of pleasure was perfect. I ignored him more centered on trying to achieve orgasms for the both of us, but I couldn't cum this way, but it didn't matter to me anyways, I was enjoying myself, but Niall had noticed the eager circling of my hips. He pulled my chin to the side with his fingertips, and kissed me from the angle, leaving a sloppy kiss between the corner of my mouth and the side of my cheek. My nails dug into the forearm of his hand that kept my back pressed into his stomach, until he finally released me and plopped onto the space left in front of me, a smirk already present on his cheeks, and one hand behind his head.

"Come here." he tapped on his lower stomach, causing me to smile because of how cocky he suddenly looked, a knee half bent, lounging with that stupid smirk that only complimented the black eye he sported at the moment. I giggled, slowly crawling between his legs. I tried my hardest to act sexy kitten-like, you know something I saw in a lot of porn videos I would sometimes watch. Niall licked his lips slightly, then bit the corner of them as I eased over him, my hair creating a curtain over our faces. I wiggled my hips as he positioned his member under me, once my hips lowered themselves both our lips parted as I eyes grew heavy with pleasure.
"R-right there." he stuttered, his head craned backwards for a moment, a hand casually rubbing my thigh encouraging me to move. I circled my hips, arching my back as I lifted and lowered myself on him. The hand that was resting on my thigh now joined his other hand that was behind his head, Niall tilted his head forward and watched me move on him, the usual subtle veins on his forearms now bulged from how much his body tightened in pleasure.

"Oh. God [Y/N]." Niall grunted through his teeth, a little spit falling on his lip as he exhaled sharply. His features scrunched in bliss, his eyes shutting tightly while I was finding my own orgasm. My movements started to grow sloppy, it was when Niall suddenly grabbed my face, and forcefully pressed my forehead against his to lead me to a kiss was when I started to moan louder. His thrusts were now reaching mine, almost making it impossible to keep up with him. I could feel my orgasm brewing in the pit of my stomach. Especially when his eyes looked into mine with such eager sincerity, causing me to break away from the kiss to leave a trail of kisses all over his cheeks and forehead, over his black eye especially, until I returned to his lips again, his hand gripped the back of my head, while the other camped on the arch of my back, as if we couldn't get any closer while he thrusted so eagerly into me. We both moaned, which only sounded like loud hums caused by our pressed lips. The loud wet smacking of our thrusts meeting only got faster and louder, my hips circled, my body tensed, I had to pull away from the kiss to throw my head backwards, and arch my back.

"Yes. Yes.Yesss." he hissed and moaned at the sight of me coming. Nialls braces dug into his bottom lip as his eyes shut and his body stiffened. He pulled out of me when my twitching ceased, cumming on the lower end of my stomach. I didn't get to see it, his face when he was coming my head was still hanging backwards, my chest still heaving for air. His hands roamed over my breasts, stopping over my heaving chest. There was no doubt that he could feel my heart pounding crazily against his palm. I placed my hand over his, finally opening my eyes to the blonde boy below me. He looked so good, forehead and chest shiny with sweat, and he had a huge smile on his face. I smiled back, plopping beside him. I couldn't help but to giggle a little as he pulled me against his perspired chest, kissing my forehead, and nuzzling his nose against mine before pecking me on lips.

"Did you enjoy yourself,?" he asked, a bit of a cocky smirk playing on the end of his lips.
"No, I hated it." I teased, burying my face into his chest to close my eyes, my legs still shaking from my orgasm. I was no doubt exhausted at this point, but I knew I had to leave soon.
"Your legs tell me otherwise." Niall chuckles darkly casuing him to playfully slap the outer part of my thigh, I yelped in laughter.
"That's not nice." I pout against his skin.

"Sorry."

"You're going to have to make it up to me next time." Because hell no, that was not going to be the last time I would have sex with this kid, his hand rubbed the part my thigh that he had just spanked.

"Is that so?"
I lifted myself up halfway to look at Niall's face, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. I smiled to myself as I scooted away to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Yes." I looked over my shoulder, and stood up to scavenge for my underwear somewhere around the room.

"So that means you would like to see me after this?" The question was unexpected. I gave him a worried glance, shaking my head. "Of course." I gulped, "Don't you want to see me after this?" his expression looked as worried as mine, but fell into that beautiful smile once again as he sat up and reached for a new pair of boxers at the nightstand beside his bed. He threw me a towel that was on the floor, and I caught it in the air to wipe clean the lower half of my stomach.
"Don't look so worried, [Y/N.]" He picked up my underwear off the floor, and this time just held it between his hands. "Come here." he gestured me over, I made my way toward Niall to grab my panties, instead he stretched them in between his hands and bent over. He tapped both of my ankles, signaling me to lift my feet so he could slip on my underwear. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks, when the snap of my waistband slapped against my hips he placed a gentle kiss there.

Niall pulled me gently into his lap, I placed my chin against the crook of his neck, the stubble of his chin tickling my cheek. My eyes lingered over the bed we had sex on, but my eyes roamed looking for something but not really sure what that something was. Suddenly I realized the absence of what I was looking for is what had me suddenly worried. Niall's soft hand strokes on my exposed back seized when abruptly jerked my head up, making him flinch at my sudden movement. "Woah, what's wrong?" he asks, concern flooding his words. I'm terrified as I stand up, head snapping around the room so quickly I was surprised I didn't give myself whiplash.

"Did..did we use a condom?" my voice is small even if I already knew the answer.
Niall stood slowly, his hand combing over his frosted locks, it was the moment he looked at me that his face said it all. Jaw tightening, and eyes wide he opens his mouth slightly to answer.

"Fuck!"

Notes

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