Niall One Shots

Slow Hands

You had spent a lot of the evening in the arms of this brunette with the eyes that were like an infinity pool—never ending.

Be it shots, on the dance floor, or sneaking smokes out back in the space that was not even an arm lengths away, you and Niall were inseparable from the moment you two first danced the last time you two met.

This was a planned meeting, meet up at the bar for some drinks, let things go as they may... But this was getting boring, Niall was such the gentlemen, being gentle and not pushing boundaries. You wanted to get laid, you could tell by the bulge in his jeans he wanted to get laid.

You wanted him bad.

"We should take this back to my place." You say, looking up at Niall, eyes searching his.

Niall tried to hide his shock and surprise, you had just said that right to his face. You were echoing his thoughts. When you two agreed to meet, this was all he could think about all day and he had be hoping you felt the same because he wanted you bad.

He smirks and his hands grip your hips, your hands going to his chest.

Slow.

His hands massage your hips for a moment before going to the small of your back and the top of your ass. Your eyes didn't move from his as your hands gently trailed down his shirt.

Slow hands.

You could feel the sweat through his shirt and you were sure he could feel yours through your dress. Niall leans in and kissing you, gently at first but he loses any shyness he was feeling earlier. He pulls you closer, his hands gripping your waist and keeping you tight against him. "No-no chance that I'm leaving here without you." His Irish accented words were mumbled against your lips.

You smirked, "There's no stopping now." You whisper and kiss him again. You had plans and those plans involved making it all slow—slow hands.

Niall calls a cab and you two are in the alleyway, hands gripping at each other, your lips feverish against each others.

You pull back to catch your breath and let out a sigh of relief and rest your head against the wall, panting. He smirks and kisses you again, "Done all ready?"

"Fuck no." You shake your head and trace the exposed bit of chest gently with your fingers and he lets out a hum.

"Where the fuck is that bloody cab?" Niall growls and grips your leg and hooks it onto his hip. He pushes against you and kisses you again. You respond to the touch and the guidance instantly. You pull him close, hands knotting in his hair. His starts to phone buzzes and he growls. "Isn't here when we need it most and comes when things get good. C'mon petal." He hums, taking your hand and to the cab.

But once you two started to climb into the cab, you couldn't keep your hands or lips off of him.

Niall had to fight his noises of approval, but it was hard to do so when you were kissing and sucking on his neck as he climbed into the back seat with you. He wasted no time, he didn't want to have too much foreplay at the house.

He wanted to fuck you.

Niall shifted you so you are straddling him down to the seat, hands knotting in his hair all over again.You are actually able to grind down onto him, causing a gasp from you when your clit catches on the crotch of his jeans. He smirks and pushes his hands up your dress and traces your sweat-damp skin. "Think you can cum like that?" He asks and guides your hips to grind on him again, making you bite your lip and close your eyes, your hips try to take over what he was doing but he wouldn't let you. "No no. Nice and slow." He says seriously, guiding your hips so you're going slow and grinding.