Niall One Shots

The Luck o' the Craic

You and Niall had gone to bed a little early. You were wearing four leaf covered short and a white tank top to bed, your Crazy Mofos tank top. [] Niall wore his four leave clover boxers and curled himself around you. Your nails were painted green, Niall was going to put temporary dye in his hair. Everything was planned.

And you had your own plan in the evening. When you both were well enough drunk...

You woke up before Niall. You knew that this day was going to be fucking crazy, start to finish. And you planned on making it the most well celebrated holiday you possibly could with him.

You put your hair up and started to pull out all the ingredients for a full Irish breakfast. It took you awhile to cook and you were surprised that Niall was still asleep. The plate was set up and you put a green carnation on the breakfast tray with a strong mug of Irish Breakfast-three sugars. []

Niall on the other hand, was wide awake. After you had been gone for thirty minutes, this was his favourite holiday, St. Patty's Day, how could it not? He had gotten you a small something and he was wrapping it up but he was going to give it to you over dinner, at the pub. Not the most romantic place but- He heard your footsteps up the stairs and he hauled ass to bed, putting the gift under the bed.

"Ni..." Your soft voice rang out as you pushed into the room. And, bless him, he was still sleeping, cuddled into your pillows. "Baby." You grinned and set the tray on his bed side table. "It's your favourite holiday! Let's go." You straddle his "sleeping" figure to the bed and start to kiss down his neck.

He grins as he "wakes up". "Hey baby, happy Patty's day." Niall looks up at you and cups your cheek, "Gonna need a kiss, 'cause I'm Irish, ya know?" His grin turns into a smirk. You lean down and kiss him roughly.

"Yeah, I do know." You murmur and kiss him again before sitting up and reaching over for the tray. "Traditional Irish breakfast for my traditional Irishman."

The pub was crowded and everyone was pressed against one another. Niall couldn't breathe. This was a bad idea. He had a table reserved, he refused the offer of going through the back. Why? He couldn't tell you.

You saw the sick look on his face and sheer panic that was slowly starting to set into his eyes. Your hands cupped his cheeks, "My eyes, watch me Horan, watch me." You breathed slowly in and out for him to mimic, but then the crowd pressed again and he stumbled towards you, pressing against you, you could feel him shaking.

There was nowhere to go, to escape. Your eyes searched quickly as you tried to shove your way through the crowd, you had Niall put his fingers through your belt loop.

Pushing your way through, the two of you ended up in the ladies' restroom. You put the can in front of the door so no one else could get in. You take a few steps away from Niall and bite your lip. "Breathe baby." You murmur gently, leaning against the stall.

Niall was severely lucky to have you with him in that moment, he honestly wouldn't have known what to do. He would have had an attack right there in the middle of the crowd. He took a few deep breaths. "Thank you."

"Don't, it's my job to make sure you're okay." You murmur and go over to kiss his cheek when you notice that he had settled down.

Niall hugged you tightly and reached into his pocket. "I know da ladies' loo isn't da most romantic place. But I wanted to give this to ya for St. Patty's Day and I-I think it's ri' after something like dat." He handed you the small wrapped box.

You giggle at the poor wrapping job and open it. You looked up at him when it revealed the black velvet ring box, "Ni..." You would have thought he would have planned something a bit more extravagant for an engagement.

"'S'not. Just open it." Niall knew where your mind went. "I'd plan something much more." He murmurs.

You nod and open it. The ring was gorgeous. "Oh Niall." The stones were green and the metal was a white gold. []

"I think it's a nice promise ring... Ya know?" He smiles as he comes up to put it on your left hand ring finger.

It fit perfectly.

You nod, tearing up, "I love you." You whisper and hug him tightly.

You and Niall were escorted home by his security guard, sitting in the back of his Rover because you two were much too inebriated to drive. Too much of that green beer, Bailey's, and many other types of alcohol.

You two were sloppily making out. Niall missed your face more often than not. His tongue on the corner of your mouth more so than in your mouth.

The guard turned around and looked at you, "Okay you two. Take this to your bedroom."

The bedroom. You had plans for him. You nod and thank the guard and pull Niall out. You two are full of laughs as you two stumble up the stairs.

You push Niall up against the door, "You, are going to lay on the bed." You nod and kiss down his neck. "I'm gonna give you a great surprise."

Niall nods and he goes and strips as well as he can without eating shit to lay in the bed, naked. His eyes on the closet doors.

You fell into the wall as you strip down. You grab the green corset that you had found earlier in the month. You had to focus to put on the garter belt and the black stockings with a cute black lace thong. []

You put on your heels and you almost break your ankle getting to the bed, but for the sake of being sexy... Niall sits up, "Well fuck."

He bites his lip and pulls you to lay down on the bed. "Fuck, ya look so sexy." You kick off your heels.

A giggle comes from you and you look up at him, "Kiss me, I'm Irish." You whisper and Niall complied.

The kiss was hot, sloppy, and greedy. Niall pulls away, "Yer fuckin' gorgeous. I don' know how I got so lucky." He growls and attempts to hurriedly unclip the corset. He groans at your the sight of your chest, "I love yer tits." You nod and pull him down so his face pressed against your boobs. He moans and starts to tug off your thong. "'m gonna fuck ya so good." He grows frustrated with your thong and rips it off of you.

You want to be angry, but you can't. That was replaceable and you love it when he is rough like that.

Now, both you and Niall are naked-well part way, you were still in your stockings. He spreads your legs and presses himself against your before teasing the head of his dick up and down your opening. You moan softly until he pushes himself into you.

A loud whimper of pleasure comes from you and he groans out, "Ya get tighter, yeah?" His glazed blue eyes come to rest on yours.

You shrug, "Just fuck me." You breathe out. Niall nodded and started to move in and out of you. "Oh f-fuck." Your eyes close as you purposely tighten around him and he leans down to bite your shoulder. You cry out his name softly and knot your hands in his hair.

Niall starts to make his thrusts deeper, going at a steady pace. You force your eyes open, you loved watching Niall fuck you-even though this was more love making. Your hands slipped down to grip his biceps and you felt them bulge as he moved each time.

Your nails began to dig into his arms as he moved faster. One hand reached up to grip the headboard and keeps moving roughly and you snake your hand down to rub your clit. You were getting close anyways.

The clit stimulation and the way Niall angled his thrusts to hit your gspot. A rush of pleasure took you by surprise and you found yourself screaming out Niall's name over and over again.

That only encouraged him to go harder and faster. "Oh fuck!" He groans out, going faster and harder. He cums in you-both of you still drunk. You'd worry about that later.

Niall pulls out and rolls off of you. He glances at the clock. 12. "Dat's da end of St. Patty's Day baby."

"A great fuckin' end." You whisper and roll over to press yourself tightly against his side.

He wraps his arms around you, "I've got the luck o' the craic you know." He smirks.

You nod, "I know you do." He looks down at you and he pecks your lips lightly. "Love you baby."

"I love you more my Irishman." You whisper and press your face into his neck