Niall Blurbs

Friends and Sex

"Come over yeah ? I'm bored and want to see you ." You read over his text again. It was nine o'clock at night and he wants you to come over now?

You roll your eyes but text him back anyways, "Yeah yeah, I'll be over in about twenty minutes." You tug on leggings and an oversized sweater and pull your hair back into a pony tail.

You and Niall had met a few months ago and he was making out to be a great friend.

But you couldn't deny the obvious attraction you had for him. But let's be honest-he was very handsome and he was kind and sweet and-you need to stop. He's your friend.

Niall smiled at your text and picked up a bit and put popcorn in and out a few beers on the glass coffee table. You were cute and he liked your friendship. It was nice to have a female friend that seemed to be stagnant.

There was a knock at the door and he couldn't keep the grin off of his face. He hurries and answers the door, "Y/N!" He grins and pulls you into a hug. "Don' ya look cuddly!" His eyes trailed up and down your body. He watched you walk into his house, his eyes glued to your bum. It looked perfect in those leggings.

Niall needed to be honest with himself, his feelings had grown for you.

You go and sit on the couch, Niall coming to sit next to you and hands you a beer. "For ya, love." He chuckle and gets up for the popcorn.

You watch him go and sigh as you sip at the beer. He would be such a good boyfriend. "Are we watching a film or putting on a match?" You call out.

"Film!" He calls back to you.

You giggle and bite your lip... You go through the horror section on Netflix. You pick the scariest film you can find.

He walks out, popcorn in hand and glances at the screen, "Don' tell me I'm gonna have ta protect ya."

You smile shyly and nod, "You will." Niall nods and sits closer to you than before and you rest your head on his shoulder.

As predicted it started to get scarier and scarier. You hid your face in his chest and he held you. The end finally came and Niall wanted to do anything but let you go.

You look up at him under your lashes, "I-I think I am okay now." You whisper softly.

"Oh... I don' really wanna let go." He whispers. Niall didn't, he wanted to stop trying to hide these feelings that have cropped up. Why should he?

You widen your eyes a bit more. "M-Me either." His blue eyes were staring into you, past all the walls you had ever set up and all of the insecurities.

You don't know who closed the distance between your lips-it was probably all mutual to be honest.

His tongue pushed past your lips and you were al too eager to open your mouth for him. You needed to know what he tasted like.

Niall hummed at your openness to the kiss. He was right, this was the good decision on his part. you two worked well together in that way.

He had nothing to be worried about. Frankly, neither did you.

Niall pulled you onto him and you straddle him down to the couch. You start to kiss down his neck and he tugs off your sweater. You pull away and look at him, breathing hard, "Are we going to do this?" Your eyes searched his.

He nods and pulls you back to him.

Before you know it, you're both naked, condom in your fingers. You tear open the package, your fingers shaking a bit but you knew this is what you wanted. You really liked him and it was obvious he liked you too.

Niall's hands covers yours, "We don' 'ave ta." He says gently but seriously.

"I want to." You murmur and kiss him lightly as you roll on the condom. You sit up a bit more and slowly slide down onto him.

The moans that come from both of you fill the room. You slowly start to move up and down, your hands bracing yourself on his shoulders-your nails digging. Niall groans softly and start to move his hips up in time with yours.

"Shit, Y/N." He breathes out and grips yours hips a bit harder and pulls you down harder.

The movements start to go faster and harder. Niall knows all of your pleasure points and you were a moaning mess and you found it hard to keep your movements regular.

Niall groaned as you started to tighten around him, he knew you were close so he gripped your hips and grind you down so your clit is rubbing against his pubic bone.

Your moans turn into screams and your hips buck a bit and you claw your nails down his shoulders.

With a loud moan, Niall starts to cum, his hips jerking up. You rest against his chest, panting. He wipes his forehead from the sweat, "Well... I guess ya can tell I like ya."

You look up at him, "Yeah. I like you too."

He brushes the hair out of your eyes and smiles. "Glad it works out that way."