You were watching tv in your best friend Niall’s flat, waiting for him to do the walk of shame coming back from some girl’s flat. The door swung open, and there he came, messy hair and tired eyes. “Wow. You look like hell.” You said very calmly. He smiled.
“Feel like it too. Harry and I had a lot of fun last night.” You rolled your eyes.
“Go take a shower. You smell like a whiskey brewery.” You smirked.
“Wanna go with me?” He said wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes again and went to the guest room you were staying at and started packing your stuff. As much as you loved being with Niall, you had to leave for Paris to go to art school. Niall obviously had blocked the date out of his mind for self-preservation.
“What are you doing?” A freshly showered Niall said from the doorway. You turned, and even though you didn’t want to, you felt something somewhere lower than your stomach seeing him shirtless.
“Niall, it’s the 21st. I have to leave tomorrow.” He stared back at you with uncomprehending eyes. “For Paris. For art school. And…” You broke off suddenly, not wanting to tell Niall that just yet.
“And…. What?” He took a step towards you.
“And Pierre.” You whispered, looking at the ground. You heard Niall take a deep, shuddering breath. Then he whispered, “No.”
Your head snapped up and you saw his face was inches from yours.
“No.” He said louder. “I… I can’t. I can’t.” He turned, running his hands through his hair, and turned back. Then he grabbed you by the shoulders and kissed you fiercely. You pulled away, astonished.
“Niall! What the hell?” You couldn’t do this with Niall. I mean, the boy was just at another girl’s flat less than an hour ago.
“Because! You… I mean… you’re with girls every night! You were there like two hours ago!” Niall’s hands hadn’t moved, and they were sliding down to your waist, and up your shirt slowly.
“No, I wasn’t.” You could always tell when he was lying, and he wasn’t.
“What?” His hands took advantage of your hesitation and slipped into your bra, massaging you softly and making you moan.
“I was at Harry’s. Drinking away the fact that the girl I love is going to Paris tomorrow. Of course then, I didn’t know there was a Pierre.” His lips moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling. His right hand moved from your breast down to the hem of your yoga pants.
“But Niall, I … I.” His lips muffled your confusion.
“Just… give in.” Then his hands reached down your pants, and into your panties. He began rubbing your clit very gently while moving you back to the bed. You reached up, ready to tug on his hair, but instead laced your fingers in it and pulled him closer, and began fighting his tounge. He smiled beneath your lips and ripped off your yoga pants, taking your panties with them. A change in position made you open your eyes. He sat you up in his lap, somehow without sweatpants anymore, and bagan sucking your breasts again.
You positioned yourself over his hard on, palming him softly, and lowered yourself, screaming euphorically as you felt him, all of him, complete you. He kissed your neck, moaning softly. He gripped your waist and pushed you down deeper and harder. You felt him grow more and more, until he filled you with hot juices, propelling you to your orgasm. You wrapped your limp arms around Niall and kissed him deeply. “I still have to go to Paris.” You said breathlessly. “But I can stop leading on Pierre now.”
Niall just shook his head and smiled against your neck.
A/N I think I’ll start doing requests now, what do you think?