Niall One Shots

Strip Tease Study

Math was literally your worst subject. You had tried seemingly everything, the internet was no help nor were tutors.

Niall on the other hand was majoring in accounting and minoring in theory of mathematics. Because he was a bloody genius.

"Niall! This is impossible!" You whine on the phone as you leave the library. "I have to pass this class because I've all ready failed it twice and can't take it anymore! I need this for graduation!" You were almost in tears.

"I'll be over. I'm going to be your tutor." He says curtly, "I'll be in your room after I eat." He hangs up and you frown at the phone and sigh. Niall seems irritated and you hated that. But you really needed him and he knew that.

Niall ate quickly, waving off his four best friends. You needed him and he knew he needed to be there for you. He made his way across campus, his mind three steps ahead, all ready in your dorm room.

There was a sharp knock on the door and you jump up to go answer it. You were wearing simple leggings and a tank top. You didn't need to dress up for studying.

Niall pushed his way into the room, "So I had time to think about this on my way over." He puts a piece of gum into his mouth and chews it a couple of time before looking at you. "We are going to make this count while I am here."

You nod and open your mouth to speak and he puts his finger on your lips. "Let me finish." His brow came up and you nod. "Great."

He clears his throat before starting, "All right babe, each time you get a question right. You will take a piece of your clothing off." He nods with a smirk before working the gum in his mouth. "Because, as much as you want to pass, I want to make this fun for me too." He takes your study guide and winks at you.

Instead of the feeling of dread, you felt the heat grow in-between your legs. Dammit. How he managed to turn you on for the simplest things still baffled you. "Yes, Niall."

"Glad that's clear." He winks at you and gives you a brief kiss. "Now, let's get this thing started.

Almost two full hours had passed and you'd only had your socks off. "Ni!" You whine, "My toes are going to fall off because they are freezing!"

Niall had also grown rather frustrated, he had hoped you'd be naked and understanding the math that was thrown your way... But there you were, barefoot and had not picked up anymore math than when he had walked through the door.

"Okay, Y/N, let's do this together." He sits with you at the desk, his own pencil in his hand. He figures the math problem and waits for you to finish it.

He seem to finish it quickly while you struggle through it. But after what seems like an eternity, you finish. "Okay, maybe I got it?"

Niall takes the paper and compared the work, step by step and, "That's it! My love! You got it!"

You squeal and wiggle in your seat in glee, "I did it!" You turn to face Niall and kissed his lips.

"Ahem." His brow comes up and a smirk is on his lips.

"Oh, right." You flush red for a moment before pulling off your leggings, leaving you sitting in a bright red lace thong.

"Good girl. Now, we have quite a few more chapters to go through to make sure you understand it all." He tugs playfully at your pony tail before focusing his best on explaining the next concept.

You were sitting in just your bra at this point-Niall was having a hard time concentrating and you had a hard time concentrating with the bulge in his jeans.

"D-Did I get this one right?" You bite your lip. You were uncomfortably wet and turned on.

Niall has to focus on his breathing and keeping his eyes on the papers and not your chest or stomach, or legs or anything that was revealed. So he keeps his eyes on your face and the math.

He did the math and wanted to groan, "Yes. You know what that means?" He smirks.

Biting your lip, you nod and reach behind you unclasping the bra. You pull the straps off your shoulders slowly and look up at Niall as your bra falls to your feet.

A soft sigh comes from him. "Fuck math." He mumbles and closes the distance between the two of you, his hands knotting in your hair and your hands go to back, your nails digging into his flesh.

He hisses against your lips and pushes you back onto the small bed, he was shoving his jeans and boxers down as he goes. You pull off his tshirt and he reaches over to the box on the side of your bed, fishing for the condoms.

You pluck it from his fingers and straddle him, "Thank you for helping me study." You whisper and carefully balance the condom over the head of his dick. Your mouth comes over the condom and pushes it down all the way to the base of his cock.

"Fuck, I love it when you do that." He moans out. You giggle and sit up, your fingers intertwining with his as you sink down onto him.

"Oh fuck." You whine out and pause once you reach his hips, squeezing his hands.

Niall watches you, biting his lip. Slowly, you started to move up and down, before you start to bounce.

A soft whimper left your lips as he started to move his hips up. "Oh fuck." You whine out and go a bit faster.

His eyes met yours and you two were in sync with each thrust and hip roll. His fingers loosen in your grip and goes to rub your clit roughly.

He finds your gspot and with his fingers rubbing your clit-you came undone, tightening around hims with a loud moan. Your free hand went behind to massage his balls lightly, still pulsing around him as you tried to keep your hips moving.

Niall jerks his hips up once and with a loud moan, he cums. You both sit there, panting and sweating.

"W-What's the Pythagorean theorem?" He pants out, his eyes on yours.

Your mind scrambled. Fuck. That was when you lost your sweater. "a2 + b2 = c2." You nod as you breathe out the answer.

He smirks and pulls you down for a kiss, "You'll do fine baby. I am sure our strip tease study has been more than helpful."

You nod, "Only because I have the best tutor." You whisper and kiss him lightly.