He placed one hand on my shoulder to hold me firmly in place as he continued the kissed up to right below my ear, my sensitive spot. It always sent shivers all the way down my spine whenever he would touch that. His other hand traced up and down my arm which most certainly didn’t make the goose bumps go away, that’s for sure. My knees went weak from under his touch, but at the same time I felt almost every single muscle in my body tense up at the ignition that he caused to me.

With a quick push on my shoulder he turned me around to face him. He looked straight in to my eyes for a second before crashing his lips to mine with a total different force than the tenderness I had just felt on my skin a few seconds earlier. His tongue almost immediately started begging for entrance at my mouth and I opened it to let our lips melt together.
He wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me as close to him as possible and I felt the hard bulge between his legs hit my lower stomach.

No, dress pants definitely weren’t good to hide one of those.

“Fuck…” he moaned in to my mouth as I palmed him through the pants, I couldn’t resist, and he pulled away from the kiss to look at me. He tugged at the hem of my dress that reached to the middle of my thigh and pulled it off of me, so that I was now only standing in my bra and the fishnet stockings. “You look so hot…” he breathed as he let his hands explore my chest.

His words gave me confidence, he almost convinced me about what he said and I felt myself instinctively kneel in front of him and starting to open his pants. In one swift movement I pulled them down, along with his boxers.

“Oh God…” he groaned as I took him in to my mouth, both in pleasure but probably also surprise from my very direct actions. He looked down at the sight and I bat my lashes at him, knowing that that would make him crazy. And as I predicted he immediately hissed: “Fuck, don’t do that, it’s so…”

I took him out of my mouth and used my hand instead as I asked: “So what?” with a smirk on my lips.

His breath was deep and rapid as he looked down at me with his mouth slightly open as I ran the tip of my tongue up and down his hard length.

And then I did something that I would rarely do, only on guys that I’d known really well, which wasn’t many. And that was to lift his dick up against his stomach and let my tongue trailing travel down to trace its patterns on his balls as well. He was so sensitive there and my gentle and teasing brushes made him fist my hair in his hand and wait impatiently for me to put him back inside my mouth.
The second I did so, he bucked his hips forward to push himself in deeper.

“No hands…” he begged and I let go of him so that he was now in complete control of everything. Holding my head in place he moved in and out of my mouth and I couldn’t help but moaning against him at the dirty way it felt. When my breath hit his dick his chest started rising and falling even quicker than before. Suddenly I felt two hands pull me up by my elbows, before I got to look around to see what was happening Niall pushed me towards the bed, staring in to my eyes with the darkest color to his that I’d ever seen. The slightly red color around them made him look desperate and frustrated, which was, in this kind of scenario, incredibly hot. Normally he would look so cute and sweet this way, but now all I could think about was to feel his lips on mine, his skin touching mine, his body entwining mine.

On the way to the bed he unclasped my bra by reaching one hand behind my back. That way our faces were only inches away from each other, but our mouths didn’t meet. I started unbuttoning his shirt in a steady pace. I let him take control and my eyes didn’t leave his face in order for me to read his expression on what he wanted. His gaze travelled between mine and my lips that were now slightly swollen from having been around him a few seconds ago.

His arm hooked around my back pulled me close towards him, my naked chest meeting his, and I swear I could literally feel his heart beat quickly against me. His breath was warm on my nose that it hit over and over again, hell, even that felt fucking amazing.

He laid me down on the bed slowly, it was like he was holding back just to tease me, since the almost angry glare in his eyes told me that he wanted to do this just as much as me. Instead of lying on top of me he parted my legs to sit between them. His hand touched my lower stomach, he let his fingertips trail over the ink formed as a triangle with wires on my left hip, right at the v-line.

He then let them travel up my chest, right between my breasts, where he knew I was really sensitive as well. I rolled back my head slightly and couldn’t stop a heavy breath from leaving my mouth. My eyes quickly found their way back to his naked body and exposed and hard member that I could feel between my legs outside my stockings.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked seductively as he used both of his hands to massage my breasts, his dark eyes never leaving mine.

I had to spend a couple of seconds on controlling my breath and racing pulse from his dirty words before I managed to nod. He was driving me fucking crazy.

“Are you sure?” he then asked the second his thumb started to draw circles outside the fabric between my legs. I still felt my entire body tense up and my skin ignite at the feeling of his movements and once again I had to take a couple of breaths before I could bring any words across my tongue.

“Y-yes…” I stuttered as he pressed his finger harder against me.

His eyes didn’t leave mine as he violently tore the fishnet apart, exposing the skin on my inner thighs and my panties underneath. His actions both surprised me and turned me on more than ever at the same time.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he told me while pushing my underwear aside. He immediately slid a finger inside of me and almost pushed me over the edge when he started moving it in and out. “You’re so wet…”

“Oh God…” I groaned and shut my eyes closed at the feeling of him now sliding two fingers in. He started moving them faster. It felt incredible. Nothing but incredible.

He moved faster. Shit.

“Niall…” I moaned louder and louder every time his long fingers hit my g-spot, and causing the tensions in my lower stomach to build already. I grab on to the sheets, nearly pulling them off the bed when I let all the emotions flush over me in shock waves of passion and love. Yes. It was definitely love. Not just passion. But love.

“I’m going to cum…” I heard myself whimper from underneath his fast moving fingers, the tensions in my lower stomach spread throughout my entire body in the familiar way of sensation that I couldn’t get enough of.

“Look at me,” he commanded and I had to struggle to open my eyes and look in to his. But even though my vision became all blurry, I still think I managed to see him bite down on his lower lip at the sight of what he was doing to me. “That’s right,” he groaned and with one arm hooked around my leg he held me firmly in place as I came undone under his other hand between my legs. My entire body stiffened, my legs were shaking, my breath was panting and my chest was moving up and down faster than ever as I kept almost gasping his name over and over again.

I still couldn’t see completely clearly when he hovered over me only a few seconds later.

“I can’t let you recover, I need you now,” he nearly whispered, but sounding almost desperate.

And true to his words he didn’t hesitate with turning me around on to my stomach. He pulled me up to stand on my knees before entering me. I was still panting from my orgasm only seconds earlier and his thrusts inside of me didn’t make the sensation of tensions go away.
With a voice that was much louder than it had ever been, I let out moan upon moan, without really knowing what was happening around me other than the incredible feeling of him hitting the exact same, and now very sensitive, spot inside of me.

When I looked down I noticed that I really had pulled off the sheets on the bed, they’d all been gathered around my hand that had the fabric fisted tightly in its fingers. I felt the heat pulse from my skin from the blood racing through every single vein in my body.
It was like an orgasm that didn’t get a chance to stop and every second that went by, I was going even crazier than before.

His hand travelled up my arched back, up to my hair. He gathered it in his fist and pulled me up back towards him. I was now standing almost straight up right in front of him, I could feel his breath against my neck and ear, his purrs sent the most intense shivers down my spine. His other hand grabbed on to my right breast as I wrapped my arm back around his neck. I was panting, sweating and whimpering from his actions, I was all his, there was literally nothing I could do but accepting and honoring his dominance. I really was completely helpless, like I could collapse any minute.

I turned my head back towards him, I needed to look in to his eyes. Not only wanted, but needed.

They were even darker than before and filled with fire and passion as he eyed my face up and down. The second he saw my lips he leaned forward the last few inches to kiss me. Our mouths melted together as if we were never able to do it ever again, he took my lower lip between his teeth in the hottest way and I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging on to it in pleasure.
With one hand on my hip he held me in place as he set up the pace, luckily my hips were so soft and therefor really easy to hold on to.

When he used his other hand to rub against me while moving in and out I was proven wrong, when I discovered that it hadn’t felt like a long orgasm before, since I was now about to come once again somehow.

My hand immediately found the board of the bed, I was trying desperately to hold myself up at this point. My entire being was exploding over and over again, and I wasn’t used to that.

“I’m… going to…” I began as I rolled my head back when my view was once again about to get blocked completely from the sensation of Niall sending these kinds of fireworks through me.

“Come again?” he breathed before I got to finish my sentence, he sounded both a bit surprised, but yet still really pleased and excited and desperate.

“Oh God Niall,” was the only thing I managed to say in respond when the shivers and shakes took over, a lot more intense than before. His hand’s movements became harder as he had to hold me in place, I swear I almost fainted when I could hear his moans enhance as well at the sight of me losing everything right in front of him.

He only held me up against him for enough time for me to finish my orgasm, before he turned me back over on to my back, he had probably become aware that I was I no condition of controlling my weak and yet tensed up muscles at all.
He lay back on top of me and thrust inside of me at a fast speed with the purpose of it to come himself. It didn’t take him more than a few minutes of looking in to my eyes and watching my defeated frame before he hissed:

“Fuck yes,” as he suddenly pulled out of me and moving forward on his knees, stepping over my bended legs, so that he had now one thigh place on either side of my waist. Moving his own hand up and down on his long hard dick he spilled himself all over my chest and neck, saying my name repeatedly from under his heaves.

I couldn’t help but absolutely love the way he marked me with himself, it was like telling me in the most outgoing and physical way that I was no one but his.


He immediately collapsed down right next to me, I could feel his breath on my ear as he recovered from our very intimate, but also insanely passionate session of sex and love. I had my eyes shut and tried to find a way to get back to reality, I honestly don’t think that I’d ever felt my pulse go this fast, even not after an fast run, for a second I thought that I would have a stroke or something, it just all felt so intense. Niall’s spill on my chest and neck mixed together with the sweat, reminding me of the dominance that he’d shown through this. I had loved every second of it, whenever he took control, he would make me do things I’d never experienced and feel things I’d never felt before.


Slowly, my brain found its way back to Niall’s room. I looked down at my body, I was a mess. Literally. A pair of destroyed fishnet stockings covered some parts of my legs, my hips had red marks on them from Niall’s rough hands, my chest was covered in him and the hair on the pillow right next to my head was messy as ever.

“We better get you cleaned up,” he chuckled from next to me with a breath that was still at a quick speed. “Want to take a shower?”

I looked over at him, his face was right next to mine and he as well had the sweat drifting down his skin. I nodded with a smile, saying: “I guess so.”


I stepped in the shower before the water was even the slightest bit warm, hoping that it would cool down my insanely hot and dirty skin, maybe even get my heart beat back to a normal pace. It felt really relaxing.
Niall joined me almost immediately after having taken a wee. Seeing his butt naked body walking towards mine didn’t help on my critical state at all and I literally had to force myself to look away from him. His muscles were still tense and his torso looked more toned than ever. Niall Fucking Horan.

“Can I borrow some of that cold water?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer before stepping under it, so close to me that our chests were touching again.

“Sure,” I smiled.

“Here, let me do that,” he said and took the soap from my hands and started rubbing it softly over my chest. Even though we’d just had sex, it still ignited my skin when he ran his hands over my breasts with the soap over and over again. I could even tell his own breath was enhancing again. How on Earth did he do this to me?! No one else had ever done anything like this, no one had ever made me feel this special, and more importantly, I had never thought someone could be this special to me.

I couldn’t resist myself from standing up on my toes to peck his cute pink lips, he almost looked concentrated on the touches that he gave me. He looked down at me a bit surprised, but smirking as well. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine.

“I’m going to miss you,” he said. “Even though it’s only one week. But still.”

“I will miss you too,” I replied.

We stood like that for a few minutes, looking at each other through the water running down our bodies and faces. The way drop upon drop fell from the tip of his nose made me love him even more. He looked so perfect.


“I’m sorry about those,” he smirked pointing at the stockings lying in the dustbin in his bedroom.

“No problem,” I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, when looking around at the mess that we’d made, when we were now more conscious, so to speak, it looked completely ridiculous.
How had we managed to rip the sheets, pillows and covers off the bed completely?

We started cleaning up, and by the time we could finally lay down and go to sleep, I glanced over at the clock. It was almost four o’clock in the morning. I had to be up in three hours. And I would be hungover as hell. And I would have to leave Niall. All three things weren’t something that I had become a fan of at all.

I snuggled my head in to his chest and drew a sigh of relief when I could finally feel my body relax.
Suddenly his index finger was placed underneath my chin and he lifted my face to look up at him. I looked at him curiously through the dark as his thumb caressed my cheek.

“Don’t let anybody ever tell you that you are less than perfect,” he said. He was completely serious, the calm tone to his voice almost felt penetrating through my guards. The guards that I’d spent years building. He was one of the few people that could make me lower them, even the tiniest bit.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt my mouth open and close again and again, but I had no idea what to think. He sounded so convincing, but yet I refused to believe his words. He couldn’t be right, I could never do as he requested. Could I?

Instead of waiting for my answer he just kissed my lips softly to emphasize the honesty of what he’d said. Slowly, and in a very uncomfortable way, I felt his command rush over me, I felt my brain twist in to thinking that he was… right. Niall was right.
How did he manage to make me feel this way?!

There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but I couldn’t get a single one of them out of my mouth, I didn’t know where to start.
I don’t know for how long I was considering what to say, but as his light snore filled the room I felt the relief of him sleeping right in front of me take over. He looked so cute and calm and also… exhausted, when he was lying there with his eyes closed. He must have been so tired. Poor boy.

At that point I said the only right and obvious thing that I could think of. I don’t what had stopped me from saying this before, it seemed as though there weren’t any other feeling in my body, mind and whole existence , other than this one.

“I love you, Niall,” I whispered quietly. I don’t know if I wanted him to hear that yet.

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