Niall One Shots

Coming to Agreements

Walking into the house, you slam the door in his face. Niall follows, slamming the door behind him.

Now Niall was just even more pissed off. You two have had fights before, but this took the fucking cake.

The two of you were stalked by fans. Again. But like usual, (you've talked to Niall about this many a time) Niall went ahead and encouraged the bad behaviour and took photos with the girls and signed things. He saw no problem with what happened. They are his fans, he isn't going to push them aside... But apparently you didn't understand that.

It inspired an argument that was getting blown out of proportion if you were honest with yourself. But you two were both too stubborn and hard headed to go to each other and admit that you were wrong.

Niall was so fucking done. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. He could never do anything right. It drove him fucking crazy.

It was late and you stripped down and wore your own pajamas to bed. You weren't going to wear his t-shirt. Fuck that. Niall wore actual jammies to bed, not just his boxers like he usually did. You should have made him sleep on the couch but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. He was still your husband. You fold your arms before rolling with your back to him.

Niall did the same. His back was to you and his scowl set into place. Neither of you were going to budge on the way you felt and the way you saw the night's events.

You were standing there, your hair barely covering your nipples, Niall's eyes only on you and hard as a rock. He wanted you... The anger was forgotten, the only focus was on the making love aspect of things and making each other feel good.

Niall had you beneath him, his thrusts slow, deep, and careful. His blue eyes, dark with lust and want, piercing yours, "Oh god, baby girl." He moans out, "I fucking-"

Niall's phone ringing woke him up and was fucking hard as can be. He answered his phone and ended the phone call shortly after that.

He glanced at you, his dream running through his mind. You looked so sexy, it was so loving and just... He leans over and kisses your neck gently and closes his eyes.

You pull away and frown a bit at him, "I'm still pissed go away."

It's not like he forgot per say, but he definitely was much more focused on his dick and getting it wet versus the anger. But now he was pissed again. "Well, fine. Whatever." He huffs a bit and sits up.

After a few moments you look over at him and roll your eyes. He catches that and flips you off. You glare at him and your hand twitches. You wanted to give him a right smack for being so fucking childish and annoying and completely immature about this!

Niall could really only focus on trying to ease his erection, but the more he thought about it, the harder it got, unfortunately.

Fuck it.

He leans over and catches your mouth in an angry kiss. Angry sex. The best sex honestly. You respond eagerly, not really realizing that you wanted it... Almost needed it too. But this was definitely not make up sex. You were fucking pissed and so was he.

This was not the way to really deal with the anger. This was not the way into your heart, into his brain, into nothing above. This was unleashing the feelings deep inside of the both of you.

The spark of black that you both seem to love.

You are both going a little crazy, just for fun, not even trying to hold it back. You wanted to be tied up and be taken over until you were done in for. Niall was ready to blow.

Niall pushes his body up to yours, his teeth sinking into your flesh, flicking his tongue against you, tasting you.

"Harder." You gasp, wanting him to make a deep mark, draw blood. Your mind wanders to the last time he took you in anger. You were fucked against the wall.

"Beg." He growls out against your skin.

You plead for him to bite into you again. You loved the raw want that came from him. Because you needed it just as much as he did. "I-I fucking need more." You pant out.

Niall stripped you quickly after stripping himself. He flips you so your face is pressed into the bed and he comes to rest over you to pin your hands above your head. "I wanna fuckin' hear you." He spits out and pushes into you. He knew you were a screaming and he wanted you to fucking scream your voice raw.

His hand comes around your neck and holds it there, feeling your thrumming pulse. You loved it when Niall was dominate with you, you loved the rough sex. But as mentioned, there is nothing like angry sex.

It was rough and hard and sweaty and dirty. You cum, screaming loudly for him, your voice raw, just like he wanted. He came in you and sighs after a bit.

He pulls out and collapses next to you, panting and breathing heavily, "Well dat jus' happened."

You nod, "I'm still mad." You get up and head towards the shower. "Don't think it's changed because we had super angry sex."

"Yeah, 'kay, don' care."

You two basically had been avoiding each other since then until it was dinner. You cooked for him and sat at the table, not really looking at him.

"Look, I know ya dont like it when I do dat. But those are me fans." He says slowly, staring at his bowl chili before looking at you.

"I understand, but... Do that when you're not with me. That's our time together." You speak softly and meet his eyes. "Yeah?" You raise your brows a bit at him.

Niall falls silent for a moment, "Yeah, yeah. Fine. When it's you and me, it's you and me." He nods and gives you an apologetic look. "I love ya..."

"I love you." You respond softly and get up to lean over to kiss him gently. "I'm happy we figured this out. I missed you."

Niall pulls you into his lap, "Well, 'm happy too. Let's not try ta go a whole day of bein' pissy at each ot'er yeah?" His brows come up and he kisses on the bite marks and hickies on your neck.

"Yeah." Of course, coming to agreements is what is healthy and most reasonable for couples to do.

"We had some rough sex... But maybe uh, some love making?" He wanted to do what was in his dream. Wanted to make love to you like that.

"Let's." You nod.

Niall effortlessly lifts you up and carries you up the stairs to your guys' room.