Perks (Punk Niall One Shot Series)

Part Three

I got out of bed and threw on some sweats and took off my embarrassing cat shirt that I sleep in and just threw on a zip-up hoodie. I grabbed my car keys and phone before I woke up my mom telling her my friend had a boy emergency and had to go eat ice cream with her.

It was nearly 2am, but it worked. I drove all the way to his place, barely being able to sit. I needed him. Now.

I buzzed him, he let me in, not asking who it was. I don’t even know why I would be surprised that he was up. It is Saturday. I jogged up the stairs and knocked on his door. He swung open the door, about to say something as if I were Louis.

His eyes widened and I pushed past him, seeing Liam and Harry sitting on the couch. They looked like they all just got back from somewhere. I waved and pulled on Niall’s shirt. He still looked confused as he looked from me to his friends. I took him into his room, attaching my lips to his and kicking the door shut with my foot.

“(y/n).” he said as I bit his lip. “(y/n), what are you doing here?”

“I had a dream about you.” I said fumbling with his belt. “I need you to finish.” I growled.

He chuckled. “Baby, I’ve got my friends here.”

“It won’t take long. I’m already ready.” I bent down and pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles.

He pulled me back up, kissing me. I smiled, satisfied that I was getting what I wanted. I pushed him down on the bed, with his feet dangling off the end. I took off my sweats and panties. My zip-up covered me to the bottom of my hips. I crawled onto him. He was jerking himself off to get hard. I bit my lip, watching him watching me.

I took away his hand, replacing it with mine. He let out a throaty groan as I rubbed his tip along my folds.

“For you, baby.” I moaned.

He dropped his head onto the mattress and I pressed him into me, moving my hips slowly. His hands reached up and unzipped my hoodie revealing my bare chest. His face reddened and he puffed out air. His hand reached up and he ran his fingers through his hair.

“God baby you’re killing me.”

I giggled and took off my hoodie completely, placing my hands on his chest, pushing his shirt up so I can see his hard, inked chest. I swiveled my hips and his eyes rolled back. I moaned and breathed heavily as I got faster, slamming down, harder. His headboard hit the wall hard a few times.

I screamed and whined his name. He placed his head on his hands behind his head, watching me do all the work, letting me use him for my own pleasure. He bucked his hips a few times, but only when I slowed down.

“Niall!” I finally screamed one last time.

I quickly bounced a few more times until I got off, taking him in my hand, finishing him off. I tried to grab something to let him come on for quick clean up and the only thing was my hoodie. His muscles tensed and he released.

I smiled to myself, happy to have put that cute smile on his face.

“Baby.” He breathed.

I got up and pulled on my panties and sweats. “Can I steal a jacket or something? I’ll give it back tomorrow, well later I guess…” I said, mumbling the last part.

He sat up, pulling up his jeans and then standing to jump into them, zipping and taking his belt out of the loops, tossing it on the floor. He walked over to his closet, taking a sweater off a hanger. He handed it to me, stealing a kiss.

I blushed and pulled it over my head. “Thanks.”

“No thank you.” he chuckled. “I’ll wash your hoodie and get it back to you eventually.”