Niall One Shots

Make Me

Arguing with Niall was exhausting and emotionally draining. Each argument was an overblown disagreement... Everything was an argument nowadays.

It could be the need for the attention. Everyone wants to feel wanted and desired, but letting Niall know that you aren't feeling those things can be difficult... How could you tell him that he wasn't giving you enough attention? That you felt like his attention was only on his career. Whatever you did... You kept those feelings bottled up; this ended up coming back to bite you in the ass when you would explode. You needed Niall to show the love, affection, and attention... And that ended up happening to him... You were ignored. Your needs were ignored and so were his.

If he just wasn't paying attention, he was on his phone. And vice versa. The fact is, consideration of the person you've chosen to spend you some down time with has to be shown... But it was either you glued to your phone or he was.

Sex was dead on top of all of this. The best part about being with your best friend is that you get to have sex with your best friend. The worst part? When you get denied sex by your best friend... It drove you crazy. All in all it drove Niall crazy too. He wanted his dick wet and you needed that dick.

No attention. Always on his phone. No sex. This all lead to fights about nothing.

You shout or passively aggressively mutter, "Why are there so many dirty dishes in the sink? Can't anyone do the dishes around but me?" Before you know it, the two of you are locked in a screaming match and neither of you willing to cave in and end it. It's always a fight over "nothing", where "nothing" is a stand-in for so much more. It was masking a larger issue and issues with you...

Niall had a long night ahead of him and you knew that. Niall planned long nights. He didn't like being home. Because all it was was arguments and all it was was fights. Nothing made it work. He tried... He guessed. All he wanted was to have you and him back together like you used to be.

You started to pack. Just your clothes, that's all you can really pack for the night. You'd be back.

Niall decided to leave the studio early. He was tired and was just going to head straight to bed...

You were walking out the front door, your suitcases trailing behind you when Niall walked through the door.

Fuck.

You froze. Niall saw you and froze as well.

"W-what're ya doin'?" He stands up a bit straighter, a confused look on his face.

"I-uh, I was hoping that you wouldn't be home for a bit longer." You admit in a defeated tone.

"Why?! So ya can leave me?" His eyes were firey on yours. Tears pricked his eyes and he wasn't sure what to do. Sure, marriage hadn't happened-hell not even an engagement. But with all the fighting, you weren't sure she even wanted that with you!

You looked away, ashamed. That was the very reason. "Yes. That's exactly why." You murmur.

Niall stood there, almost dumbfounded. You just admitted that shit! H-How could you do that!?

When he doesn't say anything, your teeth dig into your bottom lip. "Good-bye Niall."

You were walking out the door, ready to shut it on that stage of your life. You tried. Tried more than anything else, but one can only fight for so long and so hard for a relationship.

"D-Don't go!" Niall couldn't let you walk out of his life, his eyes were on yours, the door open wide. "Please don't." He murmurs and shakes his head.

"Make me." You make your voice strong, you turn and look at him. "Fucking make me if it matters so much."

Niall closes the gap between the two of you. He crushes his lips against yours, holding his body tight to his. A surprised gasp escaped from you and you hold him tighter against you. This was the first deep kiss you two have shared in who knows how long.

He pulls you inside, pushing you against the door. The kiss was angry and rushed and needy. You both needed each other more than you knew. You tried to unbutton his shirt, but your hands were shaking as he sucked relentlessly on your sweet spot. Finally, Niall gets it off, his lips not leaving your neck.

Your shirt on the other hand... He effortlessly tore at the thin fabric, leaving you standing in just your bra and jeans. Niall lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him, holding him close. He stumbles going up the stairs, but catches himself.

Coming to the bedroom, he tosses you down onto the bed and pulls your jeans off quickly, "I love ya, Y/N. So fuckin' much." He growls out and you whimper, sitting up and pulling his jeans down along with his boxers.

"I love you." You breathe out, pulling him over and kissing him roughly.

"I'm gonna make love to you. I am gonna make ya feel good." He whispers and pushes you to lay down and he brings himself between your legs, reaching over to the nightside table and pulls a condom out.

Slowly, Niall pushes his way into you after the condom is on. The moans that come from both of you fill the room. He slowly start to move up and down, your hands bracing yourself on his shoulders-your nails digging. Niall groans softly and hold you tight to him.

"Shit, Y/N." He breathes out and moves a bit more quickly, making sure he hits you deep and long.

Niall knows all of your pleasure points-like he would ever forget those... Forget how to make you feel good. You were a moaning mess and completely surrendered to him.

Niall groaned as you started to tighten around him, he knew you were close so he reached his hand down to rub at your clit. Your moans turn into screams and your hips buck a bit and you claw your nails down his shoulders.

As you cum, Niall's thrusts get sloppy. With a loud moan, he spills into the condom. He lays on top of you, face pressing into your neck.

After you both recovered, Niall glances at you biting his lip. You search his eyes for a moment.

"Was that break up sex or make up sex?" You bite your lip.

Niall smiles softly at you, "It's anything but break up sex. It was most definitely make up." He whisper and leans over to kiss you. "We have a lot to talk about..."

You nod a bit, "We honestly do, Ni." You rest your hand on his chest. "But we can do that in morning." A soft smile touches your lips and you nuzzle his chest. "Right now, let's enjoy our moment. Thanks for making me stay."

"Thanks for asking me to." He whispers back, his lips connecting with yours.