Candy

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"Daddy daddy! Next house!" A smaller version of Niall was going as fast as his little legs could carry him, to the next house. His little pirate head scarf trailing in the wind, pieces of candy falling out of his orange pumpkin bucket.
"Go. He's getting away." You pat Niall's bum and start to bend over to pick up the random stray pieces of candy from his bucket.
"Rather enjoy the view of your bum, if you know what I'm saying," He winks and takes off the smaller pirate.
You shake your head. Pirates was the theme this year. You had to admit, you're little family looked adorable. But there was something about Niall is his pirate costume...


It was pushing ten o'clock, houses were mostly closing down for the night and your guys' lil pirate was dragging. Niall scoops him up and you take the candy heavy bucket. James was asleep before you two even made it back. His face was buried in Niall's neck and hands limp around his shoulder.
Once home, you and Niall carefully undress him before putting him to bed. With kisses to the forehead and the closing of the blinds and door, you and Niall creep down the stairs before breaking into James' candy with a beer for Niall and a glass of red wine for yourself.
"I'll say, what a successful night." Niall says with a mouthful of skittles.
You laugh and nod. "I agree. James brought home a decent haul."
"Thank god he's young enough to not know we eat 80% of his candy." He laughs and reaches over to press a sticky kiss to your hand.
"Right?" You laugh and smile at your husband. "You know..." Your eyes move slowly up and down his body. "Pirate theme was a brilliant idea." You murmur and stand up to carefully straddle him to the couch.
He watches you, smirking. His hands come to grip your hips tightly. "Yeah?"
"Mhm. Something about the earring. And the eyeliner..." You nod and lean in to give him a long and slow kiss, your hands rubbing from his shoulders down his chest. "This too." You whisper against his lips, your fingers trace the deep V of the pirate blouse, trailing over his chest hair.
Niall kisses you again. "I'll be sure to keep this around then..." He smirks and bites on your lip, pulling gently at it.
You go to knot your hands in his hair, pulling his head back so you could bite and kiss on his neck. Your lipstick was on his lips and now his neck. But you didn't care about that. All of this was about to get extremely messy.
Niall guided your hips into grinding as you sucked at his neck. "Pretty sure it's a pirate theme and not a vampire theme," he gasps, rutting his hips up for more pressure on his dick.
You bite once more, hard enough to leave an imprint of your teeth. "Next year." You gasp back and focus your hips on grinding, eyes on his.
When Niall couldn't take anymore, he let out a growl and ripped open your pirate blouse-buttons popping off and rolling around. He let the fabric gather at your waist and unclipped your bra and tossed it aside. His head buried between your tits and he takes turn sucking and biting at your nipples, leaving you soaking in your panties.
He struggled for a bit with your fishnets before another low growl came from him. He had you sit up on your knees and ripped the fishnets at the crotch before shoving your panties aside and rubbing at your clit roughly. He wanted you to scream. The way you did before James was easily awakened.
You help Niall shimmy just enough out of his pirate pants and sink down onto him. His fingers were fast in your clit and you moved his hand. "I'll cum before you're even close. Enough." You whimper out and just focus on riding him. You wanted him to feel good too.
When Niall was closer, he goes back to rubbing at your clit and biting gently on your nipples, his only goal to get you to cum.
You do so, moaning out his name loudly, tightening around him as your hips stutter in their rhythm. He cums as you tighten, moaning and closing his eyes, his face staying pressed into your chest.
"Fuck," You whimper out softly and kiss the top of his head.
"Aye matey." He laughs breathlessly against your warm, soft skin.

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