Niall Blurbs

Famous and Hurt

Niall was going through twitter, you sleeping on his chest. Your hair was sprawled out across his chest, soft snores coming from you and your arm was tight around his waist.

You made him so happy. The stress that he sometimes experienced with non-famous girls weren't there. You were in the same media as he-performing. He liked seeing the papped photos of the two of you. But he hated seeing the hate.

He wasn't skinny enough, not muscular enough, has a weird nose, his hair is tacky, the way he dresses is lame... His feelings were hurt and it made him feel like he wasn't good enough for you.

With a heavy sigh, he gets up from bed and goes to the shower, needing time away from his phone. However, you wake up and see his phone-still opened and you frown as you read all of the hate on his phone.

"Oh baby..." You whisper. Chewing on your lip, you put his phone aside and you made the bed, dressing in a simple robe, completely naked underneath it. You lay on the bed and wait for him.

Niall walks out in his towel and looks at you surprised, "Babe-"

"Y/N, baby—"

"Shh, Niall. We are not here to talk. We are here to fuck. Now get to it." You roll over and hooked you ankles. Niall closes the distance between the two of you and gets onto the bed, kissing you roughly.

The kiss doesn't last long. His tongue trails down your body. He bites on your hip and then sucks harshly on it. He spreads your legs far and doesn't waste anytime sucking at your warm center.

"Oh baby, yer so fucking delicious and warm and hot for me." He sucks on your clit and his long fingers enter you—bit its not just two, but three.

Your back arches on the bed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Your words are fast and high pitched. He pulls away as you so though and you whimper. You sit up and straddle him to the bed.

Niall's back arches as you runs your hand up and down his dick quickly before you slide down onto him. Whimpers come from you, your nails dig hard into his chest and he bites down hard on my lip while moans come from me.

"You are beautiful, your nose is adorable, and I love you." You pant out. "And I think you're buff enough." You mumble and lean down to kiss him, dragging your nails down his chest. You sit up and you pull him to wrap your arms around his neck before digging your fingers into his shoulders.

You begin to move up and down my body, your warm flesh rubbing against one another is simply pleasurable. His hips start to come up in rapid succession and his name starts to fall from your lips.

"Oh, harder, please." You beg of him. Your body is moving down on him and he does his best to comply. Sweat covers both of your bodies. Your breathing is in synchronization—it is fast and harsh. You bite down on his neck to muffle your screams. Niall reaches forward to rub at your clit, causing to you scream louder and your nails to dig into him as you start to cum-your vision blurring.

You hoped you made him feel better about all of this. Niall is moaning and grunting beneath you, his movements go significantly more quickly and he cums, moaning loudly.

"F-fuck." He pants.

You nod, "I love you. All of you and every piece of you. Ignore the crazy girls out there. That's what I have to do with you." Your forehead rests against his and you pant out the words.

He nods and kisses you gently, "I love ya."