Niall Blurbs

More than Benefits

Pt. 2

Clothes were strewn through Niall's house. They started in the foyer and ended in his bedroom. You had a long day at work and you needed some relaxation time and what was better than being fucked by Niall? Nothing.

Screams of pleasure came from you as Niall pounded into you, his rhythm steady and his thrusts deep. He always knew how to make you feel good, make you scream. It was Niall's personal goal to make sure you left well fucked and exhausted.

But Niall longed for more than the fucking. He wanted more from you and wanted more from all of this. He was going to attempt for the umpteenth time to tell you again that the reason it was his personal goal to make you feel good was because he had fallen for you. He loved you and wanted the best for you and wanted to be the one in your life to make you scream, to make you smile... All of it.

After finishing, you two lay next to each other, utterly exhausted. You had a dopey, post-orgasm glow and deliriousness about you and Niall was just feeling great. But for what he was about to do... The nerves started to slowly take over and push the good feelings out.

"That was hands down the best fucking you ever given me. If I was a smoker, I would be relishing it in a fag right now." You tease and pinch his cheek lightly. "Good job, Ni." You tease and sigh happily.

Niall nods, glancing over at you, "Glad I could do such a good job." He smiles a bit shyly. "I, uh, I have a question fer ya though..." He takes a breath. "Do ya think maybe, we could make love instead of da fucking? Give dat a go?" There was nothing more than Niall wanting to take it slow and steady with you. Feel the pleasure together-have more than the mindless fuck.

Your eyes widen, "Make love?" You wanted to laugh but didn't, seeing the vulnerability on his face. "Why would you want to do that? Friends with benefits don't make love...?" Your brows raise up, a little confused and curious.

He runs his hands though his hair, "I-well I was t'inkin' that I could make ya feel good like dat... Because, I want ya ta know how I really feel... I have fallen fer ya, Y/N. Not on purpose. But it just sorta happened. I realised I loved da way ya talk, yer smile, yer laugh, yer screams of pleasure when I hit jus' da right spot..."

Shock runs through you, he has fallen for you? Why would he do that? Honestly, it doesn't make sense. "I-I dunno." You bite your lip, did you feel that way?

You looked forward to each day with him, looked forward to not only being fucked, but being able to tell him about your day, knowing your making him feel good too... But this could complicate things. This could make it where you loose a friendship if it doesn't work out. But it could also be the best thing that you ever had, something that would last... well, forever.

"Please, Y/N, let's jus' give it a go. I love ya and I want ya ta know dat ya will be the only one dat I love." He whispers, cupping your cheek, his eyes searching yours. Niall was the only one past your walls... Past the guards of your mind and heart. How could you pass this up?

"We'll give it ago." You whisper, nervous as all hell.

He grins and leans in to kiss you, his hand cradling your cheek gently. "I'll make sure ya don' regret it."