Let's Play Pretend [Niall Horan AU]

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TW/
Slightly mature content (it's my first time writing it. Don't judge lmao)
Self harm

A

I spent the rest of the day with Niall. I was beyond enraged at his brother and I can't imagine how much anger Niall holds towards Marcus.

I literally just pampered the life out of Niall. I had Jasmin take care of Pepper. I told her that I'm busy and she didn't question my motives. She's amazing, I tell you.

Niall was so extremely clingy. Wherever I went, he followed. I didn't mind a single bit. I understood that he wanted some comfort and he's taking it from me.

I was in the kitchen, cooking up some lunch, when I felt someone enter the kitchen. I quickly glanced towards the entrance and saw Niall stalking up to me. I was making some soup because Niall was not feeling the best.

Niall's hands went around my waist and his head sat on my shoulder, his hair tickling my neck. He slipped his hand underneath my shirt, drawing lazy circles around my navel.

"Hi baby," I said, running my hand over his. He just hummed and tightened his hand around my waist. I put my hand against his cheek and turned my head a little to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. A little smile flashed on Niall's face, making me smile.

"I'm making some soup, sweetheart," I said and he nodded.

"Thanks," he mumbled into my skin. His lips pouted, setting a small kiss on my shoulder. I stepped back from the stove and curled further into Niall. I turned the stove off, because it was done, and turned to face Niall. My hands went around his neck as he continued to kiss my shoulder. His enticing lips slowly travelled up my neck.

He tapped my thighs, making me raise them a little. He pulled my leg around his waist and I locked my legs behind him. He set me down on the kitchen island, kissing behind my ear.

I suppose his emotions were on an all time high. He was quickly riling me up. I pulled back from him and held his cheeks in my hands. His usually calm blue was now a stormy grey. His dilated pupil, completely covering his blue eyes.

"You're okay?" I asked and he nodded wordlessly. "Speak."

"I'm okay," He said.

"For real?"

"For real."

I smiled, glad he was feeling better in the least. His fingers found its way under my shirt yet again, now resting on my bare hips. Shivers shot up my spine as I felt his fingers leaving a burning trail behind.

I leaned back, now resting on my elbows as I looked at Niall with hooded eyes. His lips travelled from my neck down to my stomach. He left open mouthed kisses over my clothed stomach. Little puffs of air exited my mouth as excitement coursed through my veins.

His blue eyes stared into my hazel ones. Even though he was below me, he still asserted such dominance over me. He pushed my shirt up, stopping when he felt the cotton of my bralette.

He gave me a quick smile before attaching his precious lips down on my now exposed skin. My head fell back in pleasure. His hands roamed all over my back, being the sole supporter.

His cold tongue grazed my navel, making me shiver in pleasure. Little nips added the extra excitement. My hands, subconsciously, cling onto Niall's hair. A little hum of pure pleasure exiting his mouth.

His eager hands tugged on my sleeping shorts. I raised myself off the counter, with the little bit of strength left in me. He was quick to rip the measly piece of cloth off my long legs. I pulled him back up to my face and he immediately attached his lips with mine, his tongue delving into the depths of my mouth, taking ever single second to memorise every nook and corner of my mouth. His hand sat flat on my stomach and slowly it made its way down into my underwear.