Liams thrust deeper, Niall's pants slipping lower. Niall's climax built, his body tensing. "Daddy, I'm coming!" Niall exclaimed.
"Come for me, Snowflake," Liam whispered, his voice husky.
Niall's release exploded, his semen staining the bed. Liam's smirk was triumphant.
"How about round two?" Liam asked, his eyes burning with desire.
Niall nodded, his voice barely audible. "Please, Daddy."
Liam's hands grasped Niall's hips, pulling him back into position. Niall's perfect ass beckoned, Liam's palm smacking it with a resounding crack.
"Fuck, Daddy!" Niall cried out.
Liam's laughter mingled with Niall's moans, their bodies moving in sync. Niall's legs trembled, Liam's grip holding him steady.
As they finished, Niall collapsed onto the bed, spent.
The next morning, Louis, Zayn, and Harry cooked breakfast together, oblivious to the night's events.
Niall slipped away, seeking solace in the shower. Water cascaded down, washing away last night's passion.
But his mind darkened, the familiar pull of self-loathing taking hold.
Niall's hands found his upper thighs, his fingers tracing the familiar pattern.
The cuts reopened, a morbid reminder of his secrets.
"No, no, no," Niall whispered, tears mingling with water.
As he stood there, lost in his pain, Niall knew he couldn't escape forever.
"Daddy," Niall whispered, his voice barely audible.
Liam appeared beside him, concern etched on his face.
"Snowflake? What's wrong?"
Niall's gaze dropped, shame washing over him.
Liam's arms enveloped him, holding him close.
"You're safe with me, Niall. Always."
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When the World Sleeps
FanfictionBehind the glamour of fame, Niall's world is crumbling. Depression and self-harm threaten to consume him, but he hides his pain from the prying eyes of the public. Only in the silence of the night, when the world sleeps, does he face his demons. Lia...
