1D and Zayn Smut

Niall

After a particularly long day at work, you come home almost in tears.

You find yourself leaning against the door, trying to control your rapid breathing, fighting the tears from pouring out. Your bottom lip trembling, hand knotted in your hair.

Ever since you and Niall were getting more serious and living together and being a bit more public about it-the hate from your coworkers hit you hard.

Niall had heard the door open but didn't think much about it since you were expected home. "Hey babe!" He called out without taking his eyes off of the football match on the television screen.

After he didn't hear you call back or really any noise happening in the house, "Babe?" He calls out worriedly.

He gets up from the couch and sees you sitting on the floor against the door, your eyes bright red and and tear-stained tracks on your face.

Niall frowns and comes to you immediately, "Oh Y/N..." He leans against the door with you and pulls you into his arms. "What happened?"

You shake your head, not really wanting to talk about it because you know how he got, rather protective of you he was. Also, talking about it at this point would probably make it hurt more.

He held you tighter against his chest, his hand smoothing out your hair, "Oh sweetheart, I am sorry your day was bad." He spoke softly, kissing your temple gently.

You sniff softly and just let him hold you for awhile, you slowly feel yourself drifting off in his arms and the fact he is playing with your hair is not helping your current state of exhaustion.

"Up we go, princess." He says softly, carrying you bridal style towards the bedroom.

He puts you down onto the bed and you don't let go of him, forcing him to lay in bed with you.

"I love you Ni." You sigh sleepily, resting your forehead against his.

"And, I, Y/N, love ya." He spoke softly, brushing a soft kiss against your lips. His fingers trailed up and down your back tenderly, causing you to shiver slightly.

You open your eyes to find his bright blue ones all ready on you.

"Hey." You whisper with a soft smile, running your hands through his messy hair.

"Hi." He smiles softly, his hand sliding underneath your shirt, tracing mindless patterns into your back.

You close the small gap between your lips with a heated kiss. You bite and pull on his lip and he moans softly, immediately opening his mouth up to you. His tongue pushes into your mouth and he explores your mouth with his tongue.

You whimper at his familiar taste, tangling your tongue up with his. You shift so you are straddling him to the bed. His hands come to rest on your ass, gripping it roughly.

Niall groans as you're pressed against his hard on, loving the feel of you on him. His hands tug eagerly at your top.

You break the kiss and pull off your top quickly, bending down to put your lips back on his.

He turns his head and it causes you to sit up, the fear of rejection coursing through you.

"Just want to look at ya for a moment, that's all." He says softly, his eyes raking up and down your body. His hands ran the length of your waist before going to unclip your bra, pulling it off your body. "Don't think I've told ya how beautiful ya look lately... Clothes on or off." He smiles softly, cupping your breasts, the pads of his thumbs rubbing over you nipples causing them to stiffen.

You sigh at his touch and he grows harder when he sees that he is turning you on. He pinches your nipples and you let out a soft whimper.

He bites his lip and moves so he could peel off his own shirt. Your fingers delicately trace up and down his toro. Niall shivers, shifting his hips upwards slightly.