a/n the {!} means a bit of the dirty [just a bj] so if your not comfortable with it, skip this
"So, where we going?" I ask, bouncing in my seat like a child. I am very excited for this because I've only been on a handful of dates in my lifetime and most of them sucked.
Zayns didn't though but I don't know if you could count it as a date. He was only taking me out because a new movie he wanted to see was out. He did pay for everything though. The movie tickets, drinks, and popcorn even though I kept trying to fight him for it.
"I'm not sure yet but because tomorrow is our last day of shooting, I just thought we could go public." He turned over to give me an award winning smile, which if I was standing up, it would make my knees weaken.
I sighed happily and nodded, putting my hands underneath my legs.
I glance up at him, I have this urge to touch him. Just have his skin pressed against mine and it doesn't even have to be sexual, just for him to hold my hand. But making things a little out of the ordinary would be okay too.
And just thinking of the different possibilities makes me squirm.
And after 5 minutes of driving, I honestly couldn't take not having my hands on him.
I contemplate whether my plan would be a good idea or not and obviously, the answer is no but that doesn't stop me from gently reaching my hand down to his thigh.
He glances down at it then at me, giving me a grin.
He probably thinks that this is just a sweet, simple gesture just to get closer to him but hell if he's wrong.
My hand starts to slide up and down on the inside of his thigh. I can't get any higher than where the end of his briefs would be so I tap him gently and he spreads them, sighing really loudly as so.
"Good boy," I murmur then letting my hand go higher and higher until I reach his clothed dick.
"Niall, I'm driving. No," he says in a stern voice, furrowing his eyebrows. He's trying to fight it but the quiver in his voice only makes me want to continue.
I giggle and undo the top of his jeans then the zipper, going achingly slow just to torture him.
Once I feel the waistline of his briefs, I tease him. Sliding my fingertips on his lower stomach to where his palm tree tattoos are [a/n i forgot, palm trees?] but not letting my hand go any further than that.
"Niall," he growls but it sounds a little bit like a plead.
"Oh, baby, do you want it or not," I say in a voice that I'm not particularly familiar with myself but it seems to have an effect on him.
"You're bad, you're so bad, Niall," he says, pushing his head further into the head rest as his car slows down.
There isn't a console so i unbuckle and slide over a little more so I'm right next to his ear.
I bet he's expecting me to say something but all I do his give his earlobe a soft bite then lower my lips to underneath his ear.
He moans, and when I stop for just a second, I see his hands clench and unclench around the steering wheel.
I keep kissing there and around there as I slowly palm him. It feels so good but I know this is wrong, extremely wrong.
When I add more pressure he hisses which only makes my confident levels rise.
I go lower on his neck, I stop kissing him when I reach his chest but my head doesn't stop going lower.
I lift his shirt up just a smidge and kiss the bottom of his butterfly tattoo.
I grab his pants and briefs and yank them down with the help of Harold of course. He lifts his bottom up to help.
"Niall, I swear if you dare put your mout-" he can't finish that sentence because his own gasp cuts him off.
I kiss the very tip of his semi-hard on.
"Fine, okay," he says, slowing the car down and pulling over.
He pulls a lever on the side of him the makes the seats go back but not recline.
It gives me enough room to get on my knees in front of him.
I don't know what had gotten into me, I would usually never do this but here I am. Doing exactly that.
"You little shit," he groans as i keep giving pecks around his shaft.
Without warning, I take him in. All of him and he screams, throwing his hands up in the air and putting his palms facing up on the ceiling. I know he's trying to find something to hold on to other than my hair.
Harry screams so loud when I suck him as hard as I could.
In the end, his hands end up gripping my artificially colored hair.
"Ni, I'm about to-" he's stops when I pull back and dip my tongue right into the straight center of his dick.
He shoots his load straight into my mouth after that.
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[i think this could seriously qualify as a smut book so from this point on, you have been warned
i wanted to start dedicating chapters to people because of all the voting but idk who would want these chapters to be dedicated to them....
This shitty story is going waaaayyyyy too fast but idgaf]
[brooklyn]
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Fanfiction"Perfect. Keep that pose," Niall says, snapping another picture of the gorgeous boy in front of his camera. He's trying not to have the blood rush to his face while looking at the half naked model. Okay, come here and look at these pictures," Nial...
