Frat Boy Niall

Chapter 5

A/N: Ok, so first of all, I'm sososo sorry I didn't update on those days! Actually, for now, I'm not gonna have official days for updating. But I can tell you that it will be atleast once a week, add this story to your wattpad library! But I hope I make it up to you guys after you read this chapter! Please don't read if you feel uncomfortable with a bit of smut, (there's not much, it's very light.) I felt so awkward writing it! Haha, enjoy and leave feeback :) Don't forget to follow!

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His lips automatically attached to mine, and I felt relieved, I really wanted to do it with him now. 

He pulled away and I hissed. "Want me that bad? You can't even wait," He chuckled to himself. "See Bridgette, you act like you hate me, but you're so attracted to me," He kissed down my neck, "I saw it from the day you and Daisy came to our practice, fuck, I imagined us doing this from the day I layed eyes on you, god," He brought his hands down to my zipper of my jeans and smirked, "I guess if you imagine hard enough, these things come to life, huh, Bridge?" 

I couldn't control it, he touched my heat through my jeans, and I moaned, loudly. I was about to give in to Niall Horan, and I knew he was just playing me. But I didn't care.

"Baby, you gotta keep quiet, we don't wanna wake your neighbors," He winked and finally unzipped my pants, and I let a sigh of relief out. 

"Just shut up, okay? It's better like that," I moaned as he finally threw the fabric off of my legs, leaving me in just my t shirt and red panties.

He licked his lips.

"It's like you knew this was gonna happen, didn't you?" He shook his head, disapprovingly, even though he really liked it, but actually, I didn't know this was gonna happen, I didn't even want to go out with him in the first place. "That's bad."

"Oh my god, where's the off button?" I groaned.

"Wanna find it?" He smirked only to pull my panties down all the way to my feet. I pulled my thighs together since my dorm was really cold, but he only spread them again. "C'mon, don't be bad, let me take care of you," 

"And by that you mean fuck me as hard as you can?" 

He shrugged.

"I guess." 

I sighed, when all of a sudden his pointer and middle finger filled me and I automatically moaned, stretching.

He was going really fast, and I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good, when all of a sudden he added a third finger, and I moaned the loudest this time.

"You act like you don't like me, but here you are, moaning for me," He was proud of himself, and all of a sudden, I felt like a slut and I wanted him to stop.

"Ah, ah, stop," I said, "Seriously, stop," He pulled his fingers out and he was confused.