One Direction One Shots 3

Strawberry Succulent (Niall)

You’re on the couch with Niall, watching an impossibly boring movie when you notice how kissable his neck is. You go in for the kill but are rejected by him saying “He’s not in the mood.”

Instead he sits up and reaches for the strawberries and melted chocolate. He dips a finger into the chocolate and presses it against your mouth. You lick it clean and you can feel his arousal against your stomache as he lies on top of you. He unbuttons his shirt that you’re wearing and takes a strawberry, dipping the tip into the chocolate. He slowly trails it along your jawline and down your neck, his hot, wet tongue following, sucking and licking your bare skin, leaving pale pink marks on your skin.

"But you know what I’m in the mood for, sweetheart?" He whispers into your ear, his hot breath against your cool skin. You moan in answer as his hands explore your body. His mouth kisses down the valley between your breasts and you arch your back in pleasure.

The strawberry is wiped clean on your bare stomache as he licks and laps it up. You fidget under his scorching hot tongue, begging for more. He presses the tip of the strawberry to your mouth and you bite down, closing your eyes. Before your lids flutter close, you see him lick his lips in anticipation, bringing a smile to your lips.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want you to look at me and see that I’m the one who’s doing this to you when you come.” You see him dunk two fingers into the sauce, trailing them right above your underwear. He slowly pulls a corner down and you arch your back again pressing yourself against him. He licks and sucks your hip-bone as he dips down even lower.

Quickly discarding the wet and soaking fabric he slowly brings his hand between your thighs, gently brushing his fingertips across your wet and pulsing clit. You whimper softly, barely audible over his heavy breathing.

“Niall,” you whisper softly. “Please.”

Without further ado, he presses a finger into you. You cry out in pleasure, bucking your hips off the bed, your spine arching in pleasure, but in an instant he’s covering you, swallowing your sounds with his smouldering kisses.

Your hands glide up his shirt and stroke his back, your nails digging into his skin.

His movements intensify as he drops his head lower to where his fingers are and his hot tongue mimics the movements of his finger earlier, lapping up your desire, while his fingers push deep inside of you.

Before long, you’re gasping and arching up against him, reaching…

He broke his lips from your wet and pulsing clit. “That’s it, sweetie,” he groans. “You feel so amazing… Let go.”

He was losing control, you can tell. You grip his shirt collar and pull him up from your desire. You gaze deep into his dark, lust filled eyes. You bring his head closer towards yours. “I want you.”

He looks at you from underneath his dark gold lashes before unclasping your bra. Your clothes are now abandoned on the floor as he presses his flushed, firm body against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“Please,” you gasp. He pushes down, all the way down, until he was buried to the hilt inside of you.

He gently rubs your clit as he pushes harder and harder down with each thrust. You moan at the hard length inside you as his hand reaches up to gently play with your nipple. He bends down to kiss you, devouring you.

Everything, moving at their own tempo, at their own melody, pours against you, your back arching in pleasure. You cry out his name repeatedly as he slams harder and faster into you.

You can feel it in your toes, in your fingers, in your stomache. The orgasm rushes over you before you can even tell whether it began.

He gasps out your name one last time before he thrusts deep inside of you, burying his face into your neck and muffling the cry that spilt from his lips.

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