Niall Blurbs

Wine Drunk with Slow Hands

The wine tainted your lips purple, warmth spread from your chest to your toes. A light buzz started your head and your lips curved into a faint smile. You carefully set your glass on the table and pick up the Bose bar remote. You pushed play and tossed the remote in the couch, picking up your glass again. You put on your 'vibes' playlist and nurse your way through 3 glasses of wine.

It was a Friday night and Niall was a little late in coming home.

'Babyyyyyyyyyu art you comi home?' You texted Niall, working on the fourth glass.

'Soon. Ya doing all right?' He responded, pushing pause on the track he was re-listening too.

You hummed, setting the glass down. 'Yes. Hury home 💕😘 ' The letters were swimming a bit and your head was buzzing now.

Niall smiled a bit. 'Almost done, my love. I'll bring home dinner.'

'Yes.' You typed it out and sent quickly. Food sounded so good. Drunchies were a real thing.

'Yes?' Niall was a bit confused.

You giggled and tossed your phone aside. You laid flat on the couch and just listened to the music flowing through the speakers, probably too loud. But you couldn't find it in you to care (be it the wine or not).

As you were pouring the fifth glass of wine for yourself, Slow Hands came on over the the speakers.

"Oh shiit!" You twirled around to look at the speakers. You laughed and took your glass in one hand and turned up the music with the other. You danced around the living room, singing.

Niall parked in the garage and could hear the music before he even got out of the car.

"I've been thinking 'bout it all day, and I hope you feel the same way, yeah, 'cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you, baby." Niall cautiously walked through the door and could hear you singing along.

He chuckled to himself and chook his head before singing quietly along. "Slow, slow hands, like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry, no, no chance–" He rounded the corner and paused, going quiet.

He barely noticed the half full wine glass on the coffee table, his eyes were trained on you.

You were blissfully unaware of Niall watching. You had let your inner hoe come out. Your hips were rolling, going side to side, your hands trailed up and down your body, hair flips, dropping it to the ground and slowly coming up.

It didn't matter to you that you were somewhat off beat. "Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin', your plans and those slow hands, woo! Your slow hands, ooh, slow hands! WOO!" You picked up the remote and yelled out to no one, "And ANOTHAAAA." You restarted the song and picked up singing and dancing all over again.

Every time you rolled your hips, or gripped your tits, or brought it up from dropping low, Niall bit into his lip and adjusted his jeans. You gave him plenty of lap dances and had no problem grinding on him in your nights out in the clubs. But watching you do this for yourself, for fun, and to his song... It was endearing and made him hard in the same moment.

He toed out of his shoes and slowly snuck up behind you. He gripped your hips, singing along, "No, no chance, That I'm leaving here without you on me, I, I know, yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin', your plans and those, slow hands, WOO!"

You screamed and jumped, turning around to swing a fist before you relaxed. "You son of a bitch!" You yelled at him, gently smacking his chest.

Niall laughed and leaned in to kiss your stained lips, tasting the wine. "Is my darling wine drunk?" He teased, hands still gripping your hips, starting to sway with the music.

You giggled and shrugged. "Might be." You turned around and pressed your ass against him, moving slowly. "How long have you been watching?" You asked, Niall's hard on pressed against your ass.

"Through the first dance." He hummed and kissed down your neck.

You blushed and turned to face him, leaning in to kiss him roughly.

Niall's hands trailed down further and gripped the back of your thighs. You jump a little and he effortlessly picks you up, fingers digging into your thighs. You bite on his lip and pull it gently.

"No, no chance, I'm leaving here without you on me." He whispered against your lips, not caring those weren't the lyrics.

"I already know that there ain't no stoppin', Your plans and those slow hands."You giggled back at him, letting him carry you to the bedroom.