One Direction OneShots and Drabbles

Hot and Steamy- Narry

Forgive me, I haven’t done proper smut in a long time…

Niall’s P.O.V.

I detached my lips from Harry’s plump, luscious, panty droppers called lips, and opened the door to our flat. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me, while I fumbled with the keys, it didn’t help my concentration with him kissing my neck, marking occasionally, and continuously trying to take my pants off; but I wasn’t going to stop him. I finally got the door opened and walked inside leaving Harry standing where he was, “don’t run from me,” he warned, I was taken aback, but we were horny, it didn’t matter, just pillow talk.

I giggled at how aggressive he was being, “why are you so horny Haz,” he pulled me close and whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, and making me stiffen, in the right areas, “do I really need a reason to love you.” My eyes fluttered closed as he whispered and gripped my semi, palming it gently, contradicting the aggressive state he was in.

I pulled away, he doesn’t like to be teased and that’s exactly what I wanted to do. “Where are you going, come back, now Niall, we have unfinished business,” I walked around the corner to the bathroom and spoke before closing the door, “come get me.”

I faintly heard him let out a sinister chuckle, I loved it, it was my warning, but I couldn’t wait until he found me, because my punishment would be so sweet.

I took off my shirt and pants, standing in only my boxers and I cut on  the water, getting it hot enough to further arouse me just with the touch. The door cracked opened and Harry stood there wearing a tie and his smug grin, he changed fast. “So you were going to shower, without me, that’s a shame, I can make it so much more fun.” I crossed my arms, trying not to be as submissive as I usually am, “why does a shower need to be fun, it’s a shower,” I argued as he pushed me in the shower with my underwear still on, “I’ll fucking show you.”

As expected I moaned loudly as the boiling water cascaded down my back, also making my fifth appendage twitch even further to life. “So you like the heat,” he asked, drastically turning the heat up more, I moaned louder, “Harry, it’s so hot,” he laughed, “good.”

Harry stepped into the shower, with he already being naked, except for the tie. I caved in and undid his tie a little as he grabbed my hips and leaned in for a kiss, quickly deepening it and moving to my neck as his hands explored my body such as it was foreign land. He eventually found my waistband and tugged it down, reconnecting our lips, and throwing them on the ground. I slowly made my way to my knees, with our eyes focused on each other, emeralds locked on to blue diamonds, “no,” he said abruptly and pulled me back up, comforting me with a kiss, “you didn’t do anything wrong baby, I just know you’re gonna tease the hell out of me.”

I grinned, and I would say I blushed if the extreme heat hadn’t already caused that. He lifted one of my legs up, high enough to put it on his shoulder, he closed the shallow gap between us and whispered again, loud enough to overcome the roar of the shower, “trust me cutie.” He didn’t prep me or anything, but just lined himself up and looked at me with permission in his eyes. “I trust you Harry,” he slammed into me, making me scream louder than any water ever could; I didn’t mean to, but I was scratching up his back, which was some kind of fuel for him. When I did scratch, he would hit harder, more accurate, deeper, and I loved it, so I kept scratching.

He let my leg down and switched positions, to where I was on my hands and feet, and my arse parading high in the air, “you’re so beautiful Nialler,” Harry breathed out. He jumped at the opportunity and shoved his cock into me again, starting to get back in to that delicious, rhythm, that I craved. I started pumping my own cock, knowing he wouldn’t last too much longer, due to the hot water tracing his fresh wounds on his back.

We moaned in unison, mostly each others names, completely in a daze, lust, euphoria, bliss, everything. He filled me up with a powerful thrust and a scream of wonderful pain, which made me cum on my own face, with the same feeling. We turned the water down and finished our shower, examining our battle scars, with Harry’s byfar being the worst. He had countless scratches all over his back, we both got minor burns, and I just suffered from multiple hickeys and I would be sore as fuck the next day from the positions. Nothing big.

“Fucking beautiful Ni,” he kissed me once more, pulling away fast because we both were in a dire need of air right now, “Beautiful.”