One Direction Book

Niall Horan x Reader - Wet Dream - Rewritten

(I got bored and this is one of my favorite smut chapters that I've written so far and I just felt like rewriting it and making the story longer... Also I kinda wanna make it make more sense than the first one did because even I can tell that it was kinda unrealistic.)

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The bed roughly shifted for at least the fifth time in the past hour and it was slowly starting to get on my nerves. The thing that took my final nerve was the kick he landed on my hip. I sat up, grabbed my pillow, and smacked it down onto his face.

To my surprise, my best friend didn't even stir... In fact, he fucking moaned at the response. "What in the exorcist shit is happening?" I mumbled to myself, unsure if the sound Niall had made was made from either pleasure or pain.

Lifting up the sheets of the hotel bed we shared, I was greeted by my first suspicion being correct. Niall had an erection in his sleep trousers and this whole time he was having a wet dream. And just as I thought this couldn't get anymore interesting... "Fuck, Y/n," Niall moaned softly, limply lifting his hips up in a sleepy thrust.

My crush and best friend was having a sexual dream about me, in the same bed we were sharing for his band's tour. He had a small wet spot at the front of his tented sleep trousers. Soft pants left his lips as he roughly turned his body once more, turning to hump the body pillow on his side of the bed shamelessly, whining quietly as he did so.

The sight made me so turned on that it almost felt unfair; my panties getting more and more damp by the second as I saw him as he sleepily tried to get off on the pillow. "Please, Y/n, ride me," He gasped, "More, don't stop, I'll be a good boy for you, my Princess," He slurred, making my heart race.

Ever since we've met, he's referred to me as "Princess," because he thought I should be treated like one. I always thought it was just a childhood nickname and a cute memory, but now, the name has such a different meaning to it now... And I liked it.

Even though I knew it was wrong, maybe I could've woken him up while trying to ease him back to sleep... But, I mean, I technically did cause it, so I should fix it, right?

With a shaky breath, I turned Niall onto his back and peeled the pillow out of his arms and sat it down beside us. Another quiet murmur of my name left his lips as he became empty-handed, and that was enough for my lust-filled brain to take the shot and straddle his hips. I sat down directly on his erection, and Niall instantly let out a soft mewl of pleasure.

I gently placed my hands on his chest before shaking his shoulders, "Niall," I called softly, earning a throaty groan from him, making me shake him harder, "Niall, wake up!" I say sternly, not getting a response. Becoming frustrated, I hesitantly slapped him. It wasn't enough for it to hurt or to leave a mark, but the impact was enough to wake him up.

"Huh?! Wha--?!"

Niall sat up and rapidly looked around the room before turning to face me. His already flushed face darkened and his eyes widened. "I--! Uhm! Y... You--! Er..." The man in front of me struggled to find the right words to explain himself and seemed to be frozen in place. It was so cute to see such a powerful man, Niall Horan, look so nervous and flustered and GOD, so innocent.

"Niall," I cooed, moving my hands to cup his face. The man immediately stopped talking and looked at me with wide, doe-eyes. I smiled sweetly and gently combed my fingers through his messy bed-head with my other hand. "You had a naughty dream about me, didn't you?" I teased gently, making him hesitantly nod his head. I barely moved my hand away to apply a tiny slap to his face, "Speak, Ni," I said softly.

The man looked up at me with fearful eyes, "I'm sorry, I--," I lightly tapped his cheek again, making him stop speaking, "That's not what I asked," I lightly scolded, eying his sweaty, tense physique. "... Yes, but I didn't mean to... I'm sorry," Niall mumbled nervously and hesitantly continued, "You're just really fit and you're an amazing woman and I... I dunno," He trailed off, looking away with his eyes as he didn't want to fight against the gentle hold I had on his jaw.