1D smut book

niall - the party

credits: myself (wattpad)
warnings: smut, dom/sub mentions
word count: ~ 2k

It wasn't the first time and if you wanted to be honest you didn't want to count the occasions you took Niall to any event you had to attend. At this point your family started to believe that he was actually your boyfriend and maybe it was wrong, but you never said anything about it. No denying, no confirming.

The truth was you developed quite a liking towards the boy which you buried deep, but still who could blame you? He was amazing, sweet, gorgeous and there every time you needed him. He was a great company on his own, but he was also great with people, taking all the weird conversations with ease, letting you shine in the spotlight if you needed to or helping you escape a difficult situation from time to time.

And the sex? It was mind blowing. By now it was a thing, the two of you disappearing in the middle of an event because neither of you could wait long enough. There were several quickies in the car, in public and not so public bathrooms, in dark corners of the venue you were at before you could get home and take him into bed, if the two of you made it until the bed.

It was a time like this, not even two hours in the event organised by the firm you worked for, you already found a private room at the back. You couldn't help it. His hands were traveling up and down your body, his lips lingering on your cheeks just a bit longer every time he gave you a kiss, you could hear him sigh and shudder slightly, getting more and more needy in every second.

He was so tangled into this just as you were, he never could call you, but he was always waiting for it and he was always eager to find the time that you requested. Extras agreed. It was only natural now, but he always asked with a playful, cheeky tone, hinting you that he was looking forward to it just as much as you were.

So now, he was sitting on a burgundy couch, taking you in with a hungry look, which he didn't have to hide now. He let a bit loose, his legs were open as an invitation for you to climb into his lap, his hair was still perfect but not for long and the sultry look in his eyes only fuelled the fire in your belly.

His position could have come out as pretty dominant but you knew better, and he was also in slight trouble for grinding his erection to you ever so subtly before. You felt yourself getting wet already, just by looking at him. He was wearing tight, soft purple pants, a slim, baby blue shirt, and a few rings. He was a sight, but you already wasted too much time by only staring at each other.

You walked to him and climbed into his lap, straddling his thick thighs, a small smile forming on your lips as his hands instantly found home on your hips and he looked up to you waiting and with such adoration.

'Keep your hands there, baby boy.' You warned him, giving him just a hint of what's to come.

'Am I in trouble?' He asked with the most innocent voice, but his eyes told a different story. Those pretty blue eyes were already filled with lust and need, so eager to please every time, but now he knew as well. He overstepped that fine line.

'I'm sure you know the answer if you are asking like this.' Your hands did a quick work on his shirt, revealing his hairy chest. Did he get even more muscular since the last time you saw him? You couldn't resist; you had to run your fingers over his pecks teasingly. He was gonna be the death of you.

'I'm sorry.' His voice was small as he looked away, softening your heart a little already.

'It's okay, baby.' He looked back at you immediately. 'You are not in too much trouble. I'd say you just like exhibitionism a bit too much, a bit too early before people get so drunk, they don't notice.' You shrugged leaning close to him. He relaxed a bit, wetting his lips for you. 'It doesn't mean you are not in for a bit of a punishment.'