Niall had been in London for about two months before Willie moved in with him. He wanted out of Mullingar and Niall was all too willing to help him out with that.
You had come along six months later. And one year later, you had all but moved in. Half the drawers and the closet had turned into yours, your side of the bed's nightstand was yours, you had half the medicine cabinet for yourself, Niall kept your groceries stocked, and tampons under the sink (the plastic ones, regular and super–it took him a couple of tries). He got you a garage clicker and you had your own set of keys. There was just another step that needed to be taken (aka the official asking of you moving in) with a follow up step (aka kicking Willie out nicely).
The one thing you two couldn't do though, was stay quiet while fucking. You two thought you were sly, that the pillow over your face silenced you. But Willie was always sure to tell you the opposite, inform you that he was fully aware of all of your nightly activities of the night before. Much to your own chagrin, Niall barely cared.
Willie had taken it upon himself to bring up the moving out.
"Okay. You know I love you both. And I got my feet under me, living in London for a year and half now. I think it is time for me to spread my wings and let you two really settle into your nest." He said over his glass of wine, eyes on the two of you across the table.
"Oh Willie, I'm so sor–"
"Oh hush, Y/N. I love having you around. You make Niall that much more tolerable. But I sense that you will make that move of you coming into the home permanently. And I want you two to settle properly. Three's a crowd."
Niall beamed at Willie, "Have I ever told you you're my favorite cousin?" He teased.
"Oh shove off." He laughed and shook his head. "I've been looking at flats. I should be out at the end of the month."
"Well I'll be happy to help you out. I know Ni will be too." You smiled warmly at Willie.
"Of course we will." Niall nodded and leaned back, rubbing your neck gently.
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Willie had told you and Niall that he had found a place and was making the transition. He sometimes spent the night at his new place and sometimes at Niall's. After the move of some bigger furniture in, he was basically settled in.
You and Niall thought you two were in the clear to be more free about the sex. The pillow was abandoned, you had kitchen sex, living room sex, hallway sex, against the door sex. All the sex.
After a night at a pub together, heavy handed touches in the cab back home, and a rough make out in the lift. You two were little bit more than ready to get down to it.
Your lips were well bruised when Niall threw you on the bed. You hurried out of your clothes, needing to get naked immediately. Your body was on fire and Niall was the only person that could help it.
He stripped quickly, tripping over himself to get to you. His naked body pressed against yours as both of yours bruised lips smashed together.
He started to press chaste kisses down your neck, between your tits, sucking a harsh mark between them before trailing his rough kisses down your stomach and bit gently at your hip.
Niall put your legs over his shoulders, hands gripping your thighs. You glanced down at him kissing lightly along your thigh. "Ni," you whine loudly, reaching forward and tugging lightly at his locks.
A low growl came from Niall and he bit your thigh before kissing on you, tongue trailing from your clit to your opening and back up before sucking roughly on your clit.
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Niall One Shots
FanfictionAll of the one shots I have ever written about our sweet Irish Cream, Niall J. Horan, enjoy them! You can find more on my blog: sweetniallofmine.tumblr.com . As well as blurbs, (so many blurbs), imagines, and preferences! Enjoy lovlies xx *Note, mos...