Forbidden Desires {Ziall AU}

Chapter 23: the pedal's down, my eyes are closed

chapter title from No Control by One Direction

Hello lovelies!

To be honest, this chapter was written today and hastily edited, so it's probably not the best quality ever. But you know what? It's okay because I've got the next 2 chapters planned out for y'all.
So, enjoy this little filthy hellhole of a chapter, and I'll see you all next week! <3

I don't think I have ever watched a romcom. I've always preferred superheroes. There's a bravery about them that I can't resist. It's so fascinating to see a person single-handedly save the world over two hours. There's a part of me that has always wished I could be a hero. First for my mum, then for the gang, and now... for the most important of them all, Niall.

My fingers dance along the bare skin of his legs where they're slung over my own. His head rests in the crook of my neck, his breath tickling my collarbone. Elf is playing from my laptop at the end of Niall's bed. If my past self saw me now, he would be laughing without shame. I don't blame him. If I saw myself becoming this person, I would have laughed too. But the best part? I love it.

You can tell; it wasn't my pick. Yet, Niall seems content, so that's enough for me. He's wriggly in a way that I haven't seen in a while but I've missed. Maybe tonight.

My hand travels further up his leg, toying with the waistband of his shorts. His hand curls around the fabric of my shirt. He manages to squeeze himself closer to me, pressing his lips to my neck. My hand travels down, down, down cupping him through his shorts.

He spins around faster than I can think about, pressing a desperate kiss to my lips. His lips are assaulting mine, slipping a sharp tongue into my mouth. He hooks his leg over mine, straddling my hips. Cradling my face, his warm fingertips sear my skin. It's so completely unexpected that I can't help but lean into him. I smirk into the kiss, "Little desperate, aren't we darling?"

The only response I get is a high whine through the dim light of the room. He grinds his hips into mine, searching for at least a little bit of friction. We both let out low groans, and that might be the best fucking sound I've ever heard.

I wrap an arm around his waist. I try to flip us over, but he stops me. "No," he growls against my lips before I can protest.

Niall is never dominant. The thought runs through my brain on repeat. I can't say it doesn't surprise me to see him taking control, but a part of me likes it. I like him taking control. Blood rushes down at the thought.

He pulls away from me, the dark look in his eyes never fading. His hands run down my body, stopping at the waistband of my sweats. With one glance up at me, he rips everything down, leaving me naked from the waist down. I hiss at the cool air around me, the hairs on my legs standing on edge.

He positions himself between my legs with a smirk. Instantaneously, I know what he's planning. He presses a light kiss to my tip, making me shiver. When he finally takes me in his mouth, I lose control of my entire body. "Oh." I sigh, my cock bathed in the warmth of his mouth. I glance down at him to see his lips wrapped obscenely around me, a mischievous glint dancing in his eye. "fucking hell Niall." Though somehow, he still looks so innocent. He still looks like the cheeky boy that was cuddled into me a moment ago.

He moans around me, sending vibrations through my length. My head lolls back, resting on the pillow, "I'm gonna come love," I grit.

He pulls off, lips red and swollen. He scrambles up my body to seal my lips in a bruising kiss. Pulling away only to rip the shirt over his head, he gestures for me to do the same.

Straddling me once again, this time with lube in hand, he passes it off to me. "Open me up, please," he whines, so desperate. When my fingers are lubed up and one is slipped inside him, he lets out an urgent whimper, demanding more. I add another finger, finding his spot. When I graze a teasing finger over it, a low groan passes his lips. He presses a hard bite to my neck, "Need you, now."

He sits up, sinking down without hesitation.

My back arches from the bed, "sweetheart," I groan.

"Oh Jesus fucking fuck," he whines, settling there for a moment.

I sit up, pressing our chests together. My arms slide around his torso, settling on his back. While he wraps his around my neck, his fingers tangling into my hair. "Good?" I ask, to be sure. I always want to know.

"Incredible," he moans, bringing his hips up to sink down again. He settles into a rhythm, trailing his lips wherever they can reach. We dissolve into babbling and heavy breathing, grasping desperately over each other's bodies.

With a sudden sureness, he pushes me down onto the mattress with a firm hand. He grips my wrists, pinning them above my head. A freeness I've never seen in him before clouds his eyes, his grip tightening on my wrists. He brings his hips up only to sink back down again, again, again.

His pace slows, grip slackening around my hands. I take the opportunity, settling my hands on his waist to hold him in place while I fuck into him with sharp jabs. His head dips forward, a moan slipping into the air around us. "Oh god." Nothing could describe what it feels like with him. Especially now that he's mine. He's all mine. I wouldn't survive his absence now that I know what it's like to be loved by him. "I-I'm close, so close," he rambles.

With a few more thrusts, he's coming hard over both of us with a sharp cry. Remember what I said earlier? Yeah, I lied. This is the best sound I have ever heard. He flops into my chest, curling around my sticky body. It should be gross, but I don't care. Here, in the warm air around us, he looks so content. The kind of content that makes me want to memorise every inch of his body and more. I want to find every little touch that makes him tick. I want the simple feeling of having him next to me each morning when I wake up.

I want it all.

When we've cleaned up and set aside our long discarded movie, he's cuddling into my chest. And for now, this is enough.