When Niall told you about “Candy” you had to laugh. A cow costume? A pirate? Wait, did he say a giant pea pod too? Oh god, this was going to be a riot.

You sat near the back of the soundstage watching the filming on a small screen perched close by. Every costume change, every take, brought you closer to the edge of your seat. The feeling you were having was purely unexpected. You put your hand to your forehead when you felt a twinge between your legs as you watched Niall mouth the words “baby moo”.

What the hell was happening to you? Were you really getting turned on by Niall in a fucking cow suit?

During another take, this time with Niall clad in a giant pea pod costume, you bit your lip as you watched him grab the bottom of the costume, his hand covering the bottom pea. You shook your head. You were in deep and there was no escaping if him grabbing a felt, costume pea was doing things to you.

Just as you had come to terms with being turned on by Niall dressed as a vegetable and a farm animal, he walked out of his dressing room in a full pirate costume. His flowing white shirt accented with a leather coat and giant candy necklace. One lone gold hoop hung from his ear. You took a deep breath. This was going to take every ounce of your willpower not to strip him and fuck him against the wall. Every single ounce. He walked passed you and towards set shooting a wink and a smirk your way. Your thighs clenched and a rush of warmth shot between your legs.

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered under your breath.

You’d thought you’d handled it. You thought you had it all under control but then Niall did something that sent you over the edge. All the smirks and winks, all the playful biting and eyebrow waggles, those you had made it through but then Niall decided that licking his fucking sword was a good idea and your lady parts were set on fire. You watched the moment happen almost in slow motion and it was as if you could feel all of your blood rushing to you core making you full and sensitive.

You needed him and you needed him now.

The car ride back to the hotel was pure hell. Your legs were crossed so tightly that you thought you might cut off your own circulation, but it didn’t help. Every little bump in the road caused you to suck in a breath. You’d never been so wet before and Niall had no idea what was about to hit him. He just rambled on and on about how the Dracula wig was itchy and how he thought the pirate shirt didn’t look half bad. At one point he casually rested his hand on your thigh and you thought for a moment you were going to come right then and there.

The whole walk through the lobby and to the elevator Niall chattered on about the plane you both needed to catch and how his jet lag was catching up to him. All you could think about was stripping him naked and sinking yourself down onto his hard cock, fucking him until you came at least twice. Your eyes were hazy with lust and your thoughts were muddled as he opened the door to the room but instinct and need took over for you.

Niall stood in front of you, getting ready to pack up the last suitcase when you grabbed him and spun him around to face you. With both hands on his broad shoulders, you pushed him backward towards the bed.

“Babe? What are you doing?” He asked half smirking half confused.

You cleared your throat and pushed him down onto the king size bed. You started peeling off your clothes as you explained. “I had to watch you do all that shit today. Had to see you dance around and bite fucking candy. I had to see you smirk and wink like a cocky asshole. You’re going to take care of this.” You reached forward and started to unbutton his jeans but his hands stopped you.

“Sunshine, we have a flight to catch. As much as I would love to fuck you right now we really don’t have time for this.”

You pushed his hands away. “No. I had to watch you lick a goddamn broadsword Niall, and
I’ll be damned if I don’t have you put that tongue to its proper use.”

Forgetting the buttons on his jeans you pushed him all the way back onto the bed and proceeded to crawl up his body. Glancing down at Niall’s face between your thighs as you straddled him you cocked up an eyebrow. “See what you did to me? Go ahead. Taste it.”

Niall needed no more invitation. His hands wrapped around your body, palms squeezing your ass as his mouth delved between your legs. His lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, sending flames straight through you. Your back arched and you cried out. The sounds falling from your lips made him go faster, his tongue dipping into you, fucking you.

He growled beneath your folds as your hand wandered down to stroke him through his jeans, his cock hard and ready for you. He pulled his mouth away and swiftly flipped you over onto your back. “Jesus Christ woman you are going to be the death of me.”

You grinned up at him coyly, “Yeah, but what a way to go.”

He shook his head and motioned for you to flip over onto your stomach. “This has to be fast. The car should be here any second.”

You propped yourself up on your hands and knees and nodded, over the moon that you were about to get exactly what you’d been craving all day. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled himself free. Your mouth watered for him but there would be time for that later. He held your gaze as he lined himself up and plunged into you. You screamed out, your flesh engorged and sensitive, and slick with his spit. He pumped faster, slamming his hips into you, your skin slapping against his. This wouldn’t take long as you could already feel the fire building in your belly. You were on the verge, teetering on the precipice when a knock on the door interrupted your fall. Niall kept going, not missing a beat.

“Yeah? Who is it?” He called through gritted teeth.

“Concierge, sir. Your car is here. May I take some bags for you?” A man’s voice called through to him.

Niall grunted. “Yeah, just a second.” He leaned closer to you and whispered. “You ready to come, sunshine?”

You whined from beneath, moving in perfect synchronicity with him. He pumped faster and you could feel him deep inside you. You were thrown over the edge suddenly with one hard thrust and you cried out loudly. Niall’s hand shot forward and clamped over your mouth, muffling your cries as your whole body spasmed around him.

“Sir? Everything okay?” The voice sounded from the door.

Niall could barely answer. His voice no louder than a whisper. “Everything’s fine.”

You felt him tense and heard him curse softly as he came too, hard and fast. Your breathing ragged as he pulled himself from you. You could hear him wiping himself clean from behind you but you didn’t have the strength to even turn your head.

He slapped your ass making you jump. “Up ya get babe. Can’t be late because of a quick fuck.” He pushed two thick fingers deep inside you unexpectedly, making you clench around him, your body still having aftershocks. Leaning forward he pressed his mouth to your ear.

"But what a fuck it was. I’ll do it to you again once we get to New York but we have to get there first.“

You rolled over and sat up, a dreamy look on your face and he smirked. "Love it when you look drunk off of me.”

You shook your head and set about rushing to get dressed while Niall packed the final bag and sent all of them into the hallway and down to the car. Dressed and ready to go you held on to Niall for support as you made your way down to the car. You needed him. You could barely stand, your legs feeling like jelly. You made it to your flight just barely. You could’ve missed the flight entirely and not cared a bit because in your mind it was totally and completely worth it.

You did get a bit of a surprise when a side by side picture of you walking into the hotel and back out of it showed up in the Daily Mail the next morning. It was only then that you realized when you’d gotten dressed again, in your hurry, you’d put your shirt on inside out. The large white tag was blowing in the breeze and now the whole world knew about your quickie.

But what a quickie it was.

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