Niall Blurbs

Drunk and Horny

"Ah fuck." He stumbled in through the door. "Dat fuckin' door came outta no where-I swear it." Niall starts to laugh.

You look up from your novel, a bit startled. You hadn't been feeling up to go going out. You were tired and getting over a cold.

Niall's glazed over eyes made you out, laying on the couch, blanket over you legs. You were wearing one of Niall's tank top-no bra and just panties. He bit his lip. "'Ey, ya come 'ere often?" He had to focus on not giggling about the word come-cum.

You roll your eyes, "C'mon handsome, let's get to bed." You stand up and Niall registers that you're not wearing pants.

"Oh, ya come ready-'n' willin'?" He smirks and closes the distance between the two of you, his lips coming to your ear. "'Cause, yer all I wan'." His hands come to rest on your hips.

As he begins to sloppily to suck on your earlobe, you let out a shakey breath, "Ni, let's just get to bed."

"Mm, bed is'a good place ta fuck. Me craic i' strong ri' now." He slurs and presses himself against you. You could feel the boner pressing against your lower stomach.

Fuck. You were growing wet-even with the sloppy and drunk, you couldn't keep your body from reacting to him. You were needy, he was needy, and you two loved each other.

Niall attempts to lift you up but he ends up eating shit, dropping you-causing you to fall on your ass and Niall lands next to you. He starts to laugh, a full on, tear filled laugh.

You, on the other hand did not find it funny. He sees your seriousness and it only makes him laugh harder. "Sleep on the sofa." You grumble and get up from the ground but you're stopped when Niall grips your ankle.

"Me cock is still 'ard. 'N' I know yer wet-soakin' probably. Now, come, be a good girl, 'n' we'll both be satisfied. Me cock needs ya." He stands and pulls you to the couch.