One Direction Book

Niall Horan x Reader - Wet Dream

I woke up to Niall thrashing around in our shared bed, "Niall, stop," I groaned tiredly, turning my back to him. Just as I did, his body jerked again, his hand landing on my thigh, gripping onto it so tight that I was sure he was going to draw blood from underneath my sweatpants. "Niall, you're hurting me!" I snapped, sitting up fully, looking down at him with a glare, ripping his arm off. I turned on my bedside lamp to see what his problem was and realized he was still sleeping.

"What in the exorcist shit is happening?" I muttered to myself, worry flashing throughout my body as this wasn't normal for Niall. We've shared a bed a lot since we were little kids as we were childhood best friends and he's never acted this way. Was he having a nightmare?

"Niall, sweetie, wake up," I say softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Ni--" "Oh fuck!" Niall suddenly cut me off by thrusting his hips upwards in his sleep and crying out, punctuating his shout with a loud, throaty moan. I felt myself get wet as soon as the slutty noise left his mouth. I moved the bedsheets down to reveal a huge tent in his boxers, and just by the looks of it, he had gotten hardened and thickened to the maximum. As soon as I revealed his bulge, he moaned again, "Y/n!" He gasped, making me freeze.

Niall was having a sex dream about... Me?

"Oh, fuck, princess, yes!" Niall groaned, thrashing his body around once more, gripping onto the covers and the pillow that was underneath his head so hard that his knuckles were turning white. "Please, more... More, princess, I'll be a good boy..." He begged, his hips jerking upwards again. "Fuck! Don't stop! Ride me more, princess! Please!" I bit my lower lip with a shy smile.

Niall had always fancied me, it was quite obvious. We were best friends, and only that, but apparently, according to his dreamscape, we both wanted more. The way he moaned my name so shamelessly and begged for me just proved it.

And the pet name "Princess"? That's adorable.

I got up and straddled his hips, my clothed pussy pressing against his hard bulge, making me stifle a small groan. He was huge, and just the thought of his size being inside me made me more turned on. Niall cried out in pleasure at the touch, his hands shooting up to grab my hips. I gently placed my hands on his chest, shaking him by his collarbones, "Niall! Wake up! Niall!" I softly, yet sweetly called causing the Irishman to snap awake and jolt to a sitting position, seeming almost frightened. "Huh!? Wha--" Niall cut himself off as he realized what position we were in, his hands flying from my hips to his sides, helping himself be propped up as he sat beneath me. His eyes were wide and his already red cheeks were darker in embarrassment when he realized he had been exposed.

Niall was handsome. And just the sight of his pupils dilated in lust, sweat sticking to his forehead making his messy hair stick to it, the deep blush that coated his face, his body trembling.

"Having a pretty good dream, huh?" I teased with a smirk, rolling my hips once against his, causing him to moan lowly and jerk underneath me and instantly break our gaze. "Niall, look at me," I say softly yet sternly, making the faux blonde to look at me with nervous eyes and flushed red cheeks. "Do I have your consent to make your dream a reality?" I asked while rubbing my hands up and down his chest slowly but tenderly, almost massaging him. Niall's face grew into darker shade of red as his eyes widen and to his cock twitched underneath me at my words. Niall nodded eagerly after a few seconds.

"Words, Niall." I say, making the boy swallow hard before taking a deep breath, "Please... Er, yes, please!" He corrected himself, the pleasure already getting to his head that he stumbled over his words. "Okay," I whispered, moving my hands from his chest to cup his face, "What's the first thing we did in your little dream about me?" I asked, almost cooing at him. Niall but his lower lip, "We snogged for a really long time." He answered shyly, making me slowly nod, a small smile creeping onto my lips, "Alright, let's start, then?" I asked gently, earning a nod in return as we both leaned in. Our lips connected, fitting together perfectly like jigsaw pieces. Niall was very shy and timid at first, testing the waters before getting more and more confident with every little *smack* noise our lips made against each other.