Niall Blurbs

Grind On Me

You had retreated to the green room during the On My Own, cracked open seven beers and waited patiently for the Irishman (and men plus an Englishman) to bound to you. "Niiiall!" You grin as Niall runs into the green room straight to you.

His arms wrap you in a sweaty hug, pulls you in tight, lips rough on yours. "Hi petal." He breathes against your lips, kissing you again.

"Hi baby." You smile, reaching behind you for one of the two beers left that you had cracked open. "For you." You press your hips more flush against his, enjoying his hard on pressing through his dress pants.

You both had agreed that you couldn't follow him on tour. You made it to as many shows as possible. But you had a job, life, and a shared puppy with Niall that needed you.

"You did so well." You praise, leaning back, pressing the cold beer in his hand and picking yours up. "Fantastic show."

"Thank you, my love." He smiles easily, pulling you into his lap as he sits down.

-

"We take it you two aren't camping out with us on the bus tonight?" Jake teases.

You feel yourself flush and about to give him a snarky response before Niall speaks first. "Not tonight. I think she brought Molly with her and she's at the hotel. We will bring her by tomorrow before we leave and they leave." Niall wraps his arm around your waist.

Jake snorts. "Whatever you say, Horan. See you tomorrow mate. Y/N, don't ruin his voice." He jokes.

You roll your eyes. "Jealousy isn't becoming, Curran."

He giggles and flips you off before leaving the venue.

"He's going to get his ass kicked." You point out as you and Niall head to the SUV waiting for the two of you.

"I know." Niall chuckles and kisses the side of your head before helping you into the SUV.

He gets in and you cuddle into his side, your hand gently rubbing at his thigh as you two start towards the hotel you had booked. Niall rests his head against yours and rubs your arm. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." You whisper and move your hand further up his thigh, your hand ghosting over his crotch.

A tent came up in his pants in no time and Niall 'tskd' before he noses your temple and gently bites on your ear. "Now petal, is that such a good idea?" He whispers softly.

A simple nod comes from you, your hand going back to rub over his hard on. "I missed you." You whisper back, kissing gently on his neck.

"Likewise, Y/N." He breathes back. "But we need to save the heavy touching for the hotel." He reminds you.

You whine and just settle your hand over his crotch. He hums and leans in to kiss on your neck.

-

You both did a good job keeping your hands off of each other until you get through the door.

Niall has you against the wall, his thigh pressed between your legs, your hands knotted in his hair.

He had gotten the start of his hard-on during Slow Hands and just knowing you were waiting for him... Now he had his hands on you.

He let you pull off his shirt, shivering as your hands explored his naked skin. "I'm going to-"

You stopped his words by kissing him roughly, stopping his hands as he starts to unbutton his pants. "S-sit down." You gasp out, pushing him towards the sofa.

He does so and keeps his eyes on you as strip down to your panties and bra. Your hips swayed as you walked towards him. You straddle him to the sofa and your hands grip his bare shoulders.

You wiggle yourself until you're situated right over his hardened dick, grinding yourself against it.

He gasps slightly, his hands finding your panty clad hips, "Fuck." He breathes out, eyes dark with lust.

A nod comes you and you grind again, not breaking eye contact. You grind until your clit catches just right. "Oh god," you breathe out and rest your forehead against his.

Niall goes to shift you off of him to fuck you into the cushions but you stop him. "N-no. Ni, stay like this." You grind against him again. "Don't move." You whimper as your clit catches again, your hips finding a rhythm.

His hands grip your hips more tightly, helping guide your movements. His movements match yours, his eyes go from looking at your tits and your face.

Niall felt his gut tighten, your moans were ringing in his ears, you were leaving a wet spot on his trousers, "Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna-fuck-you need to stop-"

You lean in and suck on his neck, his sweet spot usually did it.

The build up from the concert, the "cuddles" you two shared post show along with shooting shit with the band mates with your bum "accidentally" grinding more into his crotch, and the car foreplay. Then throw on it had been at least a couple weeks since you two had fooled around like that. A sharp gasp comes from Niall, "Oh fuck." He felt the warmth that pooled in his stomach spread to the top of his fingers and toes, his head goes blurry, and he cums in his trousers, hips jerking upwards. He moans out your name, fingers digging in roughly to your hips (definitely going to be bruised in the morning).

You keep moving until you cum, a whimper of Niall's name coming from your lips. Your forehead rests against his. "Sorry 'bout your trousers." You pant out.

"I'm not." He chuckles out breathlessly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "I'm just ready to fuck you senseless." He leans his head back against the sofa.

You giggle a bit and lean in to plant kisses along his chest, leaving a love bite or two. "Let's get some food brought up and then spend the night not sleeping." You tease and kiss his lips gently.

His hands go to rub against your bum lightly, snapping your panties.