One Direction One Shots 2

Weak Knees and Apologies (Niall)

“Just get the fuck out of my room, Niall!” I screamed, my face flushing a deep shade of red. My heart was pounding and I felt sick to my stomach.
“I’m not leaving until this is sorted, Shannon.” 
His voice was frustratingly calm, which only enhanced my anger towards him.
“You can’t just kiss someone and expect me to forgive you. We’ve been together for almost 2 years now and you go and do this, for god’s sake!”
I could feel my eyes welling up as my anger shook through me.
“I know, and I told you it didn’t mean anything. It was a stupid drunken mistake.” He enunciated the last three words as if I hadn’t understood him. His eyes bore into mine as he contorted his mouth.
“Don’t fucking patronise me, you dick.” I spat at him.
A tense silence fell upon the room.
“I don’t know what else I can say.” His voice was quiet now, as he furrowed his brow and dropped his eyes to the floor.
“Just… LEAVE.” I pushed my hands firmly against his taught chest towards the door.

Suddenly I found myself pressed up against him, his hands clawing madly up my back as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. My head was spinning; I didn’t know how we ended up here. I was still furious at him, but I couldn’t control myself. I tugged hastily at his t-shirt and hauled it over his head, removing mine immediately after. He walked my body back to the bed and pushed me roughly on to it, straddling his knees either side of my waist. Crashing his lips on to mine, I purposely bit down hard on his bottom lip, causing him to suck in breath sharply.
“I’m still fucking mad at you.” I hissed, wrapping my legs around his waist and drawing his body into mine. 
He flicked his hot tongue along my jaw before planting wet kisses down my neck.
“I know.” He murmured into my skin. “But you know I’m yours.” 
He continued making his way down, tugging eagerly at the band of my leggings. I exhaled deeply as he pulled them past my feet; the cool air abruptly meeting the aching area between my legs. I tangled my fingers through his cool blonde hair as his hot breath tickled the insides of my thighs. He yanked the crotch of my underwear to the side and began flicking his tongue fiercely across my clit. I dug my fingers into his scalp as he briskly introduced two fingers into me, catching me off guard.
“Fuck Niall” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his neck. His other hand slid up my body as he clumsily began massaging my breasts.  “Now you’d better hurry up and fuck me, or we can forget about you being forgiven.” I teased, my anger slowly beginning to subside as I succumbed to his skilful touch.

He kissed his way back up my body until his face levelled with mine.
“Well, if that’s an order…” he smirked, unzipping his trousers frantically.
Kicking his boxers to the floor, he drove himself into me without warning. I screamed as I lost my breath; his urgent thrusts giving me no time to adjust myself. I moaned uncontrollably as he fucked me relentlessly. Dragging my fingers down is back, I pulled his hot body into mine; antagonising the soft skin of his shoulder with my mouth.
“Fuck Shannon” he groaned in pain as I continued to nip at the discomforted skin.
I didn’t care; he deserved it. He deserved it for kissing someone else.
“Harder.” I begged, clinging on desperately to his neck.
He obeyed my needs; flinging my legs behind his shoulders, allowing him to thrust deeper than before. I tightened my hands around his biceps that were either side of me as I felt myself coming close.
“Are you gunna come for me baby?” he crushed my knees into my chest as he brought his clammy body close to mine, purring into my ear.
I moaned in response, digging my nails into his delicate skin as he pushed me over the edge.
He continued to fuck me as I rode my orgasm out; powerful waves of intense pleasure surging through my body right to the tips of my curled toes. Letting my legs fall either side of him, he quickly pulled out; a mixture of profanities escaping his lips as he spilled his hot liquid across my stomach. He rolled to my side and onto his back; our chests rising and falling rapidly.

Cleaning myself up, I put a baggy t-shirt back on and crawled back onto the bed. Niall lay his arm out for me to rest my head on as I curled myself into him.
“I really am sorry.” He spoke, twirling a strand of my hair with his finger.
His voice was soft and sincere, and I knew that he really was.
“I know” I sighed, tracing circles on his bare torso with the tips of my fingers.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close to his warm chest. I buried my head into the crook of his neck, and we both lay there exhausted in a comfortable silence until we fell asleep.