5sos & 1d Smut

Niall: My Shirt

I woke up and turned around to see Niall still sleeping.I decided to get up and fix him some pancakes. I got out of bed to see i was still naked from last night events from him coming back from tour for a break.I got my white silk see through robe and tied it around my waist and made my way toward the kitchen. I put Ed Sheeran x album into our cd player and played it putting it on low so it won't wake up Niall.I started making the batter and heating up the pan "Holy fucking shit" you hear in a sleepy, heavily accented voice. "Are you cooking naked?" I turned around to see Niall " No im in a robe Ni." " Well that robe is practically see through..." " Oh fine I will change." I said started to walk out. " No it's fine I like it on you." He said. I walked back to the stove and grabbed a plate from the cabinet to serve him. I handed him his pancake with some fresh berries on top. "This looks so good baby" Niall tells you, piling his plate with more berries before pouring some syrup over the top. "What do you wanna do today?" I asked " Any thing you wanna do babe.""I don't know," I think about what I feel like. "I'm kinda tired from everything this week, can we just have a day at home together? Maybe find a movie to watch, or something I don't know? Hey! Eat your own pancake!" I scold him for taking a forkful of mine off my plate.

" I did." I look to his plate to see it's empty of everything he'd put onto it only a minute ago. I decide I better make an attempt at eating mine before he polishes it off. After only a few forkfuls it's all gone, and I look at Niall to see home looking at you. "What babe?"

I ask him, following his eyeline. I look down to realise I dripped a little cream a few inches below my collarbone, Niall still mesmerised at the sight and the contrast between the cream and my slightly darker skin tone. He bends his head, going to lick the cream from my skin directly, but I beat him to it with my finger, licking it off and removing my finger with a pop.

"Mmm, sweet." I tease him, causing him to growl and narrow his eyes at me in response, as i get up to rince the plates and put them in the dishwasher.

"Come upstairs babe" he asks, wrapping an arm tightly around my waist, placing firm, needy kisses into the crook of my neck. I nod as he takes my hand, intertwining my fingers into his and hurrying upstairs like an over-excited child. I let him go ahead to our bedroom, stopping to get towels out of the cupboard, putting them down inside our bathroom "Where are you going?" he asks. " I need to take a shower." i say. I walk into our bathroom and shut the door Granite counter tops , a vanity to wear i put on my makeup, a chandelier over the whole ceiling ,and an open shower with the outlook of the country. Wow i actually live here with Niall who was just a bandmember that i was in love with in middle school not did i think i would live with him and be his girlfriend. I was lucky to call him mine. I Turn on the radio and press play on the cd i had in there and turned on the shower and got in.I let the water cascade over my body and sand to the lyrics of the song " Antichrist" by the 1975. I got out and saw Nialls shirt hanging on my vanity chair and put it on.

I began to walk to our bedroom to see him on the computer with his laptop on his stomach."Oh for fucks sake!" He groans, slamming down the lid of his laptop. He jumps off the bed, crossing the room to me in only a few strides before hooking his arm under my legs and picking you up.

"What are you doing?" i ask him, as he carries me across the room.

"What are you doing? You can't just come out here wearing MY shirt and expect not to do something." He states firmly, laying me down on the bed.

"To do something?" i repeat to him. "What are you doing?"

"This." He kneels between my legs, pulling the hem of his shirt up just far enough for him to see what he wants. He uses one hand to push my thigh up until it's pressed back against my stomach, his other hand holding my other leg to the side, resting against the mattress.

He licks his tongue firmly along my center, applying extra pressure as his tongue comes into direct contact with my clit. I moan, bucking my hips upwards to his face, but he just moves a hand to my hip, holding me down into the mattress. He goes back to using his tongue against me, beginning to curve it down each time he's level with my entrance until eventually he's curving his tongue to reach inside me. I moan, filling one hand with a fistful of his hair, the other with the bedsheets. I look down, meeting his gaze, shooting him a pleading look. He pulls his face from me, his tongue leaving me empty.

"You spent all fuckin' morning teasing me" he growls at me.

"I didn't" you plead breathlessly. "Please..."

"Making breakfast practically naked, dripping cream on your collerbone, getting out the shower wet, walking about in my fuckin' shirt... That's not teasing me?" He questions.

"I didn't mean to" i squirm underneath him, trying to close my legs to press against my clit, anything to relieve this tension. "Ni, please? Take me, make me yours..." With that he reaches his fingers up to my mouth, sliding in his index and middle fingers, letting me wet them, using my tongue to remind him what i can do with it. He removes his fingers, sliding both inside me, creating that stretching burn iso desperately crave. I reach to grab his wrist and he understands, curving his fingers upwards to my g spot.

"There?" he asks. i don't respond, my moans are shallow i tell him what he needs to know. He taps out pressure and begins to lap against my clit again, quickly bringing me to my first orgasm. I'm still recovering as he grabs my legs, sliding me off the bed 'til i'm kneeling in front of him as he stands up, pulling his boxers down, revealing himself to be already hard.

"Fuck..." I breathe out, taking in his perfection. I open my mouth, and without waiting for your invitation he slides his cock in. He links the fingers of both hands behind my head, taking control and fucking himself down my throat. He doesn't hold back, grunting and bucking his hips. I gag around his length as he forces it into my throat, the constriction only causing him to moan further. He stops and pulls out as i catch my breath.

"Fuck me, please just fuck me" I beg, as he pulls me up, turning me and landing me face down into the mattress. He lands a hard, sharp slap across my ass before parting my legs with his knee, running his saliva-coated fingers between them and pushing himself inside me. He barely pauses for me to adjust, impatiently grinding his hips down into mine, roughly gripping me with his nails digging in. He rests more of his weight through my body, sliding one hand underneath my chest, twisting one of my nipples between his fingers, firmly grabbing as he continues to pound into me. He lets me go, taking my hand, lacing my fingers; "Can't hold on much longer..." he breathes unsteadily into my ear. I nod , jumping with surprise at the sudden pressure he applies to my clit, having slipped his hand underneath me. I feel that familiar, tight knot forming in my stomach as my toes curl and my breathing becomes uneven.

"Please Ni" I plead with him.

"Don't like it when you're the one being teased, do you?" He growls into my ear, although he's so close to coming that he knows he stands no chance of making me wait, needing his own release too much. His thrusts grow quicker, sloppier, hitting that place inside you harder each time.

"With me babe." He instructs me, although i have no other choice. My heart pounding in my ears, my fingertips tingling as the tension inside me breaks, free-falling into my orgasm, as he does the same.

We both lay pressed tightly against the others skin, panting, trying to recover. Niall rolled off of me, letting me turn to face him, kissing him and laying my head against his chest. I get up and grab his shirt.

"If you put that on, I'm ripping it off and starting over again..." he warns me, seriously. I look him dead in the eyes as i start to put it over my head.