Niall One Shots

Being Wet... for Tim Cahill

You were patiently waiting backstage for Niall, he had performed so well and that yellow jersey was new... And you had noticed all of the signatures on it.

He runs into the back, "Y/N! C'mon, come with me, you're meeting my idol!" Niall grabs your hand and pulls you through the backstage area until you're in front of a man in a black tshirt with dark hair and tattoos.

The way Niall's eyes were light up and big and round, you knew how stoked he was for this. You hold his hand but then he lets go to shake his hand, "Good to see you again sir. Um, this is my girlfriend." He gestures to you.

You lean forward and shake his hand, "Pleasure." You smile, "Niall and I watch all of your games-"

"Yeah, you're bloody amazing." Niall interrupts and bites his lip slightly. "You're a fantastic football player." He nods and you do as well, rubbing Niall's back slightly.

"Bro, you're a great singer, keep it it up. And treat your girl well." He nods and smile softly.

"Always Mr. Cahill, thank you." Niall smile softly at you and you nod slightly at him.

"Tim please." Tim spoke nicely, "Now, I must be off, the wife and kids are waiting. But please, the two of you, before you leave, come have dinner with my family."

If Niall looked amazed and awed before-nothing like he was now... he looked like he came in his pants and you wanted to laugh but knew it would be entirely inappropriate.

You step forward, "Thank you so much, I will have Niall let you know and we can coordinate." He nods and shakes our hands before walking out, going to a car most likely.

Niall looks at you-the astonishment still on his face and you can't help your grin. "I will be in your dressing room." You wink and walk off.

He comes bounding in after a moment.

Niall bounces on his toes, excitement clear on his face. "Baby, baby, baby, baby! It was Tim Cahill!" He runs his hand through his damp hair.

God that hair reminded you of a night of long sex, nights in hot tub... Nights in the pool... Shower sex... You bite your lip.

He was so sexy. And you remember pulling his hair and the-

"Y/N! Are you even listening to me?" Niall whines slightly.

I nod and smile, "Yes, yes, Tim Cahill. I know you wore his jersey for the show. I was front and center and I met him too." You giggle before chewing on your lip for a moment, his hair was ready for a good pulling from a good fucking...

"But, it's not just that! We are going over to his house for dinner later!" He runs his hands through his hair again, "He is one of the best football players and he is my idol! Do you not see my yellow jersey! With alll the signatures!" He starts to pace the room.

All you can think about unfortunately is pulling that hair and jumping him. It reminded you of good times and you wanted those with him right-

"Y/N, what day works for us for dinner?" He looks at you excitedly.

You shake your head and put your hands on his shoulders, shoving him gently against the wall. "All I can think about is you. And me. And how much I want you to make me pull on your hair. I am soaking wet for you right now." You voice is low and your words hushed, but the desire was clear in your eyes.

You saw the desire growing in his eyes as well... "Oh... What is making you-"

"You and your sexy fucking soaking hair." You interrupt and he smirks.

He cups your cheek gently and brings his lips down to yours and you run your hands through his hair.

Finally.