One Direction One Shots

Niall Horan

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"What are ya thinking about?" Niall inquired, leaning into the pillows and cracking his knuckles. I blushed, forcing a smile onto my face. "Oh, nothing," I assured him, leaning back into my corner as well and putting my feet up along the length of the couch. He propped his feet on top of mine, smirking the way he always did. I sighed inwardly.
"Hey, awkward question," Niall said, breaking the silence, "but.. are you a virgin?" I almost choked on my own spit. He laughed nervously, adding: "You don't have to answer if ya don't want to."
I shook my head, regaining my composure. "No, no it's fine. I'm not actually - surprise surprise, right?" He shrugged. "What about you?" I asked. "Are you a virgin?"
This time he full out laughed. "No, no I'm not. How many guys have you slept with?"
"Not many," I admitted. "I slept with my long-time ex quite a bite before we broke up. You?"
"Erm," he muttered, pulling on the collar of his shirt. His eyes shifted around. "Only 2," he finally admitted sheepishly. I had to suppress the laugh that threatened to spill out of me.
"But, you're Niall Horan! Famously known as one of the better looking in 1D. I'd think you'd get laid by more than 2 girls." He blushed, smiling ever so slightly, pushing his hair back. God, he was so hot. This conversation was hot. I could feel my core aching, begging to be touched. I'd have to flee pretty soon to satisfy it.
"I don't sleep with just anyone who wants to get in my pants. I choose people I like very carefully," Niall added, giving me a pointed look.
"Or," I teased, "you're just not good in bed." His jaw dropped. "Can't pleasure a girl." He smacked my leg, and I laughed, swinging them off the couch.
"I'm going to get a drink," I announced, standing up and stretching, making sure to give him a good view of my ass clad in only tight jogging shorts. "Want anything?"
"I'm fine," he said after a second. I shrugged, saying "suit yourself," before making my way out of the living room and down the hall into the kitchen. I was almost there when someone pushed me against the wall, pinning me face forward, before wrapping his hands around my waist and coming dangerously close to the crotch of my pants. I almost moaned.
"So ya think I can't pleasure a girl, huh?" Niall's gruff voice growled in my ear. "Trust me, I can." He briefly palmed my crotch and my breath hitched in my throat. I whimpered ever so slightly, feeling him get hard against the back of my thigh.
"I-I think you can," I stuttered against the wall. He chuckled darkly before flipping me around and kissing me. I sighed against his lips before parting mine, which he did as well. Our tongues explored around each other's mouths, tasting each other.
Eventually Niall pulled away, his lips plump and red. "I've just..always wanted to do that," he explained, trailing his fingers down my jaw line. "I've loved you since the moment I saw you. I just didn't think you felt the same way."
"I do, oh Niall, I completely feel the same way. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship." Niall's blue eyes stared into mine before he kissed me again, although this time much rougher. Any hint of gentleness was gone, replaced with urgent need. Our tongues were rough with each other, our hands exploring each other's body. Niall lifted my shirt off my head, gasping when he saw that I wasn't wearing a bra. "Naughty girl," he muttered against my lips, before attacking my breasts with his hands. He squeezed and rubbed my nipples with each hand, and I moaned in pleasure, arching my back so he had better access. He ran his hands down my side, exploring my body, before cupping my ass and squeezing. I yelped.
"You like that, huh baby?" he said darkly. He squeezed again, and I responded by moaning. I tugged upwards at the hem of his shirt, and he got the memo, allowing me to lift it over his blonde head. My fingers trailed over his chiseled abdomen, exploring his muscles, before they rested on the V that dipped into his jogging shorts.
"Bedroom," he said gruffly, and I nodded, jumping into his arms. He knew where it was. We never broke this kiss as he maneuvered down the hall. He burst into my bedroom and shut the door behind us before pushing me on the bed, landing on top of me.
"God, you're so beautiful," Niall said, taking in my body. He pushed me backwards and then moved downwards, leaving multiple love bites on my neck and then continuing to my breasts, planting kisses along the way. He sucked on my nipple and I groaned again before leaving all too soon and continuing down my torso. He stopped at my jogging shorts, hooking the waistband in his thumbs before pulling them down.
This time he fully moaned when he saw I wasn't wearing underwear either. "Naughty, naughty girl," he said, smacking my private area. I moaned, and he looked up at me, a glint in his eye. "Who made you this wet, baby? You're soaking."
"You, oh you did Niall," I told him. He planted little kisses around my inner thighs, moving dangerously close but
but never completely touching it. God, I wanted him so badly, like nothing else I've ever wanted. I ached for him.
"Niall, please," I begged. He smiled, his breath hot on my clit. "What, baby girl?" he teased. I moaned. "I want you, no, I need you to touch me. Please, Niall."
Without warning he attacked my core with his mouth, swiping his tongue up and down my slit. I moaned and bucked my hips towards his face, craving more and more of his magic mouth. He swirled figure eights around my clit, his expert tongue alternating between fat pressured strokes and light flicks. He pushed two fingers into me, curling them each time and soon he was hitting my g-spot every single time. I was a moaning mess, my stomach tightening as I felt the familiar feeling rising from the pit of my body. My legs shook, and hands gripped Niall's hair as I pushed him as close to me as I could.
"Oh god, fuck, Niall," I moaned. "I'm so c-close." He responded by increasing his speed. I arched my back.
"Cum for me baby girl," he hummed against me, and sent me over the edge. Stars danced across my vision as pleasure radiated all over my body, spreading to my fingers and toes. Niall took me to places that I had never been before. I was screaming his name, loud enough that the neighbours would no doubt hear me, but I didn't care.
Eventually I came down from my high to see Niall licking up all of my juices and smiling. "And I can't pleasure a girl?" he finally said. I laughed, still catching my breath. He moved up to kiss me again, and I tasted myself in his mouth. My hands roamed his body until I caught his sweat pants, pulling them and his boxers off in one swift motion. His length slapped against his stomach, and I marvelled at how big it was.
"Like what you see?" he growled. I nodded, wrapping my hand around the bottom and pumping a few times. His head fell back and he moaned. I moved to bring my head closer to it, but he stopped me, instead pushing me against the bed.
"No, I need to be inside you, now," he explained. I moaned in response. "Now this time, you won't come until I give you permission, understand?" I nodded. "Use words!"
"Yes," I managed, completely turned on at this point. Without warning he slammed into me. I screamed, a mix of pleasure and pain, as my walls adjusted to his size. Slowly he began to thrust in and out of me, gradually picking up speed.
"God, baby girl," he grunted. "You're so fucking tight. It's like you've never been fucked." I moaned, the pleasure of his cock unbelievable. I thrusted my hips up to meet his, matching his rhythm.
"You're so big," I groaned. "It's like your cock was made for me." By this time he was pulling out and slamming into me so hard that my headboard was hitting the wall each time. I was moaning, he was moaning, we were drunk off each other's bodies. I felt the familiar feeling rising in my stomach again.
"Niall, please," I said. "Can I come?" He replied without slowing his pace - in fact he sped up. "Just hold on a little longer," he grunted, moaning. By this time the feeling was almost throughout my body. I concentrated on holding off my orgasm, but I didn't think I could very long.
"Niaalll," I moaned. His thrusts were getting sloppy. "Oh Y/N," he moaned. "Okay baby," he said. "Now!" We both reached our highs at the same time, screaming each other's name. We rode out our orgasms together. I was in pure bliss, my vision blackened as I felt the pleasure everywhere.
Eventually Niall collapsed off of me, rolling to my side and pulling me towards him. "God, you're unbelievable," I murmured, exhaustion already taking over my body.
"I love you," Niall finally said, stroking his hand up and down my back. I sighed, curling onto his chest.
"I love you too."

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