One Direction One Shots 1

Bathroom Sex (Niall)

I stumbled into the flat trying to make as little noise as possible, but failing in my drunken state.  My heels clicked against the hard wood floor, echoing throughout the silence of the flat.   I decided to try and take them off before going any further. I swayed back and forth trying to balance on one foot as I reached down to take off my shoes, I didn’t want to wake Niall…he would kill  me for seeing me this drunk and just getting home at 3 am. I went out with some girlfriends and ended up staying out later than I intended, letting drink after drink slide down my throat. I knew Niall was probably worrying but my phone had died and in my state, I didn’t even care.

I slowly made my way to our bedroom, leaning against the wall for support as I walked.  I reached our door and slowly opened it and peered inside.  In the darkness I could outline Niall’s body passed out in bed. I made my way into our bathroom and shut the door.  I unzipped my tight black dress and let it fall of my body, standing in my bra and underwear, I started to brush my teeth. When I finally looked back up in the mirror, my stomach dropped and my heart skipped a beat.  Looking at me in the reflection was a very angry Niall.  His blue eyes were dark, lips pressed in a firm line and his hair sticking out every which way, probably from running his long fingers through it while wondering where the hell I was.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” I slurred with a weak smile. I turned around to face him…his jaw was clenched, like he was fighting back the urge to scream in my face.  His cheeks turned scarlet from anger.

“What’s wrong?” he repeated me sarcastically, “Oh I don’t know…maybe it’s the fact that my girlfriend just got home drunk as fuck in the middle of the night while I was up waiting and worrying about her.” His thick irish accent hit me in waves as he enunciated every word. I knew there was no getting out of this one.

“I know, look I am really sorry, I just lost track of time…a-a-and my phone died so I had no idea.”  I was beginning to sober up pretty quickly.  I walked over to him and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. “Forgive me?” I batted my eyelashes hoping my charm would win him over and we could go to sleep.

“Not yet, you’ll pay for this.” He whispered in my ear as his large hands began to snake their way around my waist and down to my ass, giving it a hard swat.  He backed me up against the cool counter and kissed me with such force, smashing his lips against mine as if to let out some anger. I quickly responded back to him, kissing him with equally as much force, the desire already starting to burn my body. He bit my bottom lip and I granted him access to my mouth, our tongues fighting over dominance, which Niall won.

He quickly unsnapped my bra, letting it slide off my shoulders and his hands instantly went to knead my breasts, I could feel myself harden beneath his calloused hands.  His hot mouth made its way down my jaw, nipping at the thin skin of my neck, instantly leaving a bruise as his tongue lapped over the mark. My own nails scraped down his chest and torso, leaving behind a trail of red scratches. I felt his hardness as he leaned against me, pushing me further on the counter. His hands moved slowly down my stomach towards the waistband of my underwear, playing with the lace before running his fingers over my slit, feeling my wetness through the lace. A soft moan escaped my lips as I bucked my hips against his hand in hopes of gaining more friction.

“Ah ah ah, not yet baby,” Niall tsked moving his hand to grip my thighs. “You know what you have to do first.” I looked up at him through my hooded lids and saw him raise his eyebrow, smirking. I knew what he wanted and was happy to give it to him. I slowly licked my lips and smiled, taking my time to just look at his face.  The way he was always able to raise his right eyebrow by itself like I can, to the way his brunette roots peeked through his blonde when his hair has been sticking up every which way, to the crystal clear blue of his eyes, which were slowly getting clouded with lust.  I got lost in my daze fueled by desire and alcohol, and slowly go to kiss Niall, yearning for the soft touch of his lips, but I didn’t get far.  My lips met his hands and I finally widened my eyes to see him still smirking at me. “Baby, I’m not goin to tell yeh again.” His hand wrapped around my wrists, slowly pulling me off the counter and lightly pushing me to my knees. My face was met with the growing bulge in his boxers. My hands quickly went to tug down his tight boxers that were restraining him. I slowly wrapped my fingers around his thick length, kissing the head before slowly taking him in my mouth, my hands working what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.  Increasing my speed, I let him slide out of my mouth with a pop before licking a line on the underside of his shaft where his vein stuck out.  Looking up through my lashes, I saw niall’s mouth slowly part and a soft groan come out before he raked his fingers through my hair, pushing himself back into my mouth, testing my gag reflex as he pushed further in, my throat constricting around him, groaning loudly as I lightly squeezed and rolled his balls in my small hands, humming softly, letting the vibrations run through him.  Suddenly, Niall yanked my hair, taking himself out of my mouth and pulling my hair to make me stand in front of him.  I looked up to meet his eyes that were dark with a fiery passion. With his hands still gripping my hair, he pulled me into a kiss filled completely with urgent lust, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I groaned loudly into the kiss, as I let my own hands trail up to his hair, lightly pulling and tugging, leaning my whole body into his. 

Finally pulling away from our make out session, Niall is quick to turn me around, bending me over the counter; I look up to see our reflections in the mirror.  My makeup running, and my hair wild from Niall pulling on it, our eyes both dark as we stare at each other through the mirror, Niall smirking before slowly pulling down my underwear.  “I always wanted to watch me fuck you, baby” he whispered before raising his hand to let it sharply collide with my backside, I bit my lip as I gasped, rearing myself back towards him.  He slowly runs his fingers through my folds, easily inserting two fingers, and roughly stroking my gspot. “Babe, Niall…please…” I whimper as he hits my spot everytime, while his thumb runs circles on my clit, the pit of my stomach starting to burn as pleasure rocks through my body. “Please what baby? I want to hear you say it.” He starts to bring his fingers to a halt, my pleasure quickly fading as he withdraws them. “Look at me, look at me in the mirror and tell me what you want.” Niall’s irish accent echoes off the walls as he stares at me, before sinking his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. I meet his eyes once again in the mirror before finally giving in, “Niall  baby, please fuck me, please I want you inside me, please, please…”

  Without any warning, Niall slams into me, jolting my upper half across the cool counter.  He quickly withdraws himself before slamming back into me again, hitting my g spot everytime.  He is relentless as he thrusts himself back into me, his thighs smacking against my backside, as his fingers grip my hips, sure to leave bruises tomorrow.  I hardly find the time to even gain a breathe, as I pant out Niall’s name with other profanities. Niall removes a hand from my hip to tug on my hair, making me stare at our reflections; Niall has his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he moves his hips in a figure eight motion, hitting spots I didn’t even know I had. My mouth hung open as I moaned, the sight of ourselves fucking, turning me on more. It was so primal, so animalistic, pure lust and desire coursing through our bodies. I arched my back as I felt the familiar fire burning, getting ready to ignite through my body. I caught Niall’s eyes, not breaking contact as my orgasm erupted and coursed through me, fingers gripping the counter’s edge with such force, my knuckles turned white, as I watched him watch myself fall apart beneath him.  His eyes got heavy as his thrusts started to get sloppy and profanities escaped his lips as he tightened his one hand on my hip, and the other in my hair, as he let his orgasm rock through his own body, staying inside me while he came.  Niall slumped his sweaty body on top of mine, our skin sticking to each other as we tried to regain our breath. Finally looking up our eyes met once again in the mirror, both of us smirking to each other, “I have to say baby, I love to watch us fuck.” Niall whispered in my ear before pulling himself off of me, and grabbing my hand, and leading us back to bed.