Just By Chance || Niall Horan (2)

Chapter 5. (Mature)

• Five : She's One Of A Kind •

If you're uncomfortable with mature content, skip this chapter. The entirety of this chapter is all one big mature scene, no other events take place. If you skip, the next chapter will still make sense, so no need to worry.)

✨September 22nd 2017;

His lips trail wet kisses across my skin, soft whimpers escaping my throats as I cling to him for support. His hands travel to the back of my thighs, hoisting me up so my legs wrap around his waist as my back pressed firmly against the wall.

He walks us to his bed, gently laying me back and hovering above me, kissing me. My arms wrap themselves around his neck, holding him close to me. The intimacy and passion of the kiss is one like no other; sure we've had loving kisses, but this one just seems different. Maybe it's in my head, maybe it isn't, who knows.

I grab the bottom of his t-shirt, beginning to pull it off his body, our lips parting for just a second as I yank it over his head, firing it somewhere onto the wooden floor to go with mine.

I kiss his jaw, biting gently, and continuing to do this until I reach the part just below his ear, where I suck gently, a sharp breath leaving his throat as he rolls over, collapsing on the bed and giving me to top position. I straddle him, continuing my assault on his neck as his hands work on getting the button of my jeans open.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, seeming hesitant - afraid. When I pull back I see a look of love and fear in his eyes. I smile, leaning down to peck his lips before retreating.

"Only because it's you," I reply, honestly. "If if were anyone else, then no, I wouldn't be sure. In fact, I'd be positive I wouldn't want it," he bites his lip, flipping us over, grabbing my hands in his and intertwining our fingers above my head. "I want this with you, Niall."

"I really want to do this too, baby, I just - I can't. I can't hurt you Freya," I frown, shaking my head.

"You won't, I trust you. If I didn't, I wouldn't be lying here like this right now," he chuckles, pushing any hesitancy he has aside and pulling my jeans off my legs. I laugh as one of the belt loops get caught on my ankle, causing Niall to huff and reach down to carefully detach it so it doesn't break the small piece of jewellery latched around my ankle.

"You really love that, anklet, huh?" He asks, gently holding the charm between his thumb and pointer finger.

"Louis got it for me," I tell him, pulling his head down to mine and attaching our lips. "Get rid of the bottoms," I mumble, kissing his jaw, sucking on it gently. He does as told, manoeuvring in such a way that he gets them off without moving away from me.

I press gently against his growing bulge through his boxers, a slight hiss escaping his throat. He glares down at me, playfully, sliding down the bed away from SO his heads between my knees. A gentle, delicate kiss is placed in my thigh, causing goosebumps to spread all over my body.

He smirks up at me, a tight grin on his face as he latched his fingers through the waistband of my Calvin Klein underwear, pulling them down and off my legs. "Niall," I groan softly, tangling my fingers in his hair and attempting to push his head down. He gives me a teasing glance, winking as he begins kissing all over my thighs, lower tummy and everywhere that isn't the place I want him most. "Please Ni," I groan. I gasp, my back arching as his mouth presses against me.

He continues for a while, stopping just before I'm about to cum. I groan in frustration as he pulls away, crawling back up the bed so our faces are in front of one another, his erection skimming against me, the material of his boxers the only thing separating us. "Are you sure, baby?" He asks, once again. I nod, caressing his face in my palm.

"Positive," I nod. He smiles, kissing me softly before discarding of his boxers. He rolls his eyes, huffing as he stands up, heading to his bathroom. I lean up on my arms, watching him as he opens the bathroom cabinet, grabbing out a box, and tearing it open. He places the box back in, closing the cabinet and walking back to me, a small, tinfoil wrapper held up between his fingers.

"Safety first," he says in the nerdy, funny voice. I throw my head back in laughter, loving how even whilst I sit in front of him in a complete vulnerable state, he still manages to make me feel comfortable; no matter when, I'm always comfortable with him. Maybe that's just another part of loving someone, I don't know.

He crawls back on the bed, kneeling up as he tears the wrapper open with his teeth, spitting it on the floor and sliding the contraceptive down his length.

He hovers over me, his two arms on either side of me, our faces in close proximity of one another's. "I've never done this before," he mumbles, shaking his head. "I haven't been this slow, or had this type of intimacy, or even cared for what the girl felt as long as I was getting pleasure out of it. I don't want to be that with you," I bite my lip, nodding my head.

"You won't," I whisper, feeling his tip at my entrance. He gives me a look, as if to ask if I'm ready, and I simply nod. He slowly pushes the tip in, his eyes trained on my face for any sign of hesitation or pain. He slowly continues pushing in, and I bite my lip at the sharp sting.

"You good?" He asks, frowning at me.

"Let's be honest here, we knew it was gonna hurt," I breathe out, clutching the bed sheets in my hands. "I'm fine," I nod. He kisses my lips softly and lovingly, clearly trying to avert my mind from the pain of him stretching me. It doesn't help they he isn't lacking in the size department either.

"Fûck," I hiss, clenching my eyes shut as he stops once fully in. He chuckles at me, wiping away the involuntary tear that glides down the side of my face. He stays put for a good few minutes, only moving once I give him the go ahead.

The first ten thrusts or so are the most uncomfortable feeling in the world, however after that the feeling begins to become, not completely pleasurable, as expected, but it feels good.

Niall drops down, using his forearms to take weight off my body as he buries his head in my neck, groaning and huffing in pleasure. Soft pants and whimpers escape my throat as I tangle my fingers in his hair, my mouth right next to his ear. "Niall, I'm gonna," I whimper, pulsing around him.

"Holy shît, me too, do that again," he kisses my shoulder, panting heavily. I do as told, over and over again until I reach my high, moaning Niall's name. He grunts, collapsing on top of me. He pulls out, rolling over onto the bed beside me. He removes the condom, tying it off and throwing it into the small bin he keeps in his room. I brush his once coiffed, now flat hair out of face, resting my head on his chest. He pulls me closer to him, tucking me into his arm and tangling our legs together. "I love you," he kisses my head. "I love you, so much."

I tilt my head, looking up and kissing his chin. "I love you, more."

"Not possible," he shakes his head. I smile, cuddling into him and the two of us drift off to sleep for the night.

What a perfect night it was.