One Direction and 5SOS Preferences and Imagines

You go to Nialls house to meet his parents and then things get freaky

You let loose a giant sigh as you sink down, freshly showered and relaxed, into the slightly creaky but no less comfy guest bed in Niall's parents' house. It's your first night staying there, after your first day meeting Maura and Bobby and despite your frantic nerves keeping you up for most of the night before, almost throwing up in the morning before getting in the car, and Niall having to pry your fingers from around his arm while you struggled to stop hyperventilating because what if they hated the cookies you baked for them, everything had gone amazingly well. Niall's parents were just as lovely as you would expect anyone who raised Niall and Greg to be, and they didn't hesitate at all to welcome you with open, Irish arms.
Maura allowed you to hover in the kitchen while she finished dinner, declining your offers to help but happily talking to you about cooking and baking and things that Niall liked to eat, and during dinner Niall purposely let it slip that you were a big fan of history and watched his father's eyes light up like Christmas lights as he prepared to share with you some of Ireland's finest historical moments. By the time you were fighting off giant yawns, nearing midnight on one of the couches with one of Niall's arms strung around your shoulders, you felt just as comfortable and loved as if you were in your own living room with your own parents.
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You had bid them goodnight and then wandered off to clean up before bed, winding up where you are now, in a guest room on the second floor. As you had expected, Maura had discreetly watched the two of you like hawks while you pecked your boyfriend chastely and told him you'd see him in the morning, before you shut the door and heard his footsteps go down the hall. Of course you'd like to have him here to keep you warm and hold you close to him all night, but you respected Maura and Bobby's wishes, so you slid under the covers and settled down for the night.
You had just felt yourself slipping into an easy slumber when you heard the creak of the door.
"Y/N? Ya awake?" You poke your head up, seeing the silhouette of Niall's untamed hair in your doorway from the dim light of the hall.
"Yeah. What are you doing?"
"Can't sleep," Niall answers quietly, already shutting the door carefully and tiptoeing towards the bed. "And I missed you." You scoot over to allow him room as he lifts the covers and slides in next to you, his arms immediately coming around you, and you're soon engulfed in the smell of him. You sigh and settle against his chest, listening to his breathing.
"I missed you too." You run your finger down the collar of his t shirt, seeing just the beginnings of his sparse chest hair peaking above the top of it, and you hum in contentment when his fingers find themselves in your hair.
"We had a good day, didn't we? My mom and dad love you I told ya." He land a small smack to your ass and you stifle a giggle. "All that worrying for nothing."
"I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." You prop yourself up enough to give him a small kiss, but Niall holds you there and deepens it until you're soft and pliant in his arms, until your bottom lip is wet and plump from his tongue.
"Can I show you something?" Niall asks, voice a little raspier, blue eyes dark and dilated, and a little bit hypnotized, you nod silently. He takes you by the hand and leads you out into and through the hallway with a stealth that tells you he's done this more times than you care to think about, until he's ushering you into his bedroom and shutting the door.
"This is what you wanted to show me? Your bedroom?" You ask him with a laugh. "I already saw this." He rolls his eyes and tugs you towards the big window, drawing the curtain back."Of course not. I wanted to show you how the city looks at night from here." When you peer over the windowsill, you can see what he means. The buildings aren't set up like you're used to back home, everything is smaller and more quaint. Things look so idyllic out Niall's window, quiet and glowing and perfectly lovely, and when Niall slides his arms around your waist from behind, it only makes it better. "Pretty, huh?"
"So pretty..." You reach back and touch his face lightly, still staring at the streetlamps that look like fairy lights, when Niall takes your hand and gently kisses your palm.
"So are you. You're so damn beautiful." He squeezes you tighter, lips moving down over your wrist and arm and then your neck.
"Niall, don't get me started. We're in your parents' house." Niall's sure hands turn you around in his arms, mouth seeking yours out, and soon you're caught in a deep, searing kiss, almost forgetting where you are until he's walked you both to his bed and dumped the both of you on it. "Shit, Niall, we can't!"
"Yeah, we can. I want you..." His kisses are hot brands on your skin as he moves you into his lap, hands on your hips. "I wanna have you in my old bed." He slides his hand around and gives your ass a good squeeze, making you buck your hips into his. "Just, gotta be quiet."
It's really hard to say no when Niall's teeth are grazing your collarbones and Niall's hands are pushing your shirt up to so he can lap at your taut nipples and Niall's hips are grinding his hard on into your core that's already starting to throb. You whine in frustration and tug on his hair and make him look up at you.
"If they catch us, I will kill you." He chuckles. "I mean it, Niall."
"Yes, ma'am." He leans up and kisses you thoroughly once more, and the next few rushed moments are full of getting undressed as quickly as possible as quietly as possible while groping each other as much as possible. It works enough that by the time you're underneath him, you're a little sweaty and desperate, biting your lip hard as Niall reaches a hand down between your thighs. "Yeah, nice and wet fer me. Are you ready, darling?" You nod, locking your legs around his hips as he positions himself. Niall presses his mouth to yours, swallowing the long moan you can't contain when he presses into you and your walls stretch to accommodate him.
You dig your nails into his back, your toes curling against the backs of his thighs as he thrusts in a smooth, deep rhythm, unable to take you as hard as he usually does due to the noise he'd make, but the heat he generates and the slick, easy slide inside of you and against your clit is enough to have your head reeling. You arch and writhe underneath him, following his motions as he pants and groans quietly into your ear, whispering to you how good you feel, how much he loves being with you like this, how thankful he is to have you.
"Babe, shit- I'm gonna cum, gonna fucking cum," Niall warns against your mouth, pressing insistent kisses there as he kneads at your breast and snaps his hips harder. "C'mon, baby, c'mon. I need ya to get there too." You're already close, gasping out his name when he presses his thumb to your clit and then you're squeezing your eyes shut, mouth open wide in a silent scream. The long, steady fucking had built your orgasm up into a heady, trembling breaker, and it turns you into a writhing mess from top to bottom. You cling to Niall, fingers buried in his hair as he white knuckles the pillows beside your head, his face buried deep in your neck as he puffs out his own climax to the beat of your muscles clenching hard around his cock.
For a while, the two of you lazily stroke each other's cooling skin and bask in the afterglow. You feel yourself falling asleep to Niall's lips against your shoulder and his arm laying heavy over your waist, a familiar feeling.
"Baby...can't stay here." Niall barely moves, already halfway to dreamland.
"Mmph...we'll wake up before they do. Don't worry." You try to protest, you want to, but instead your body does what it wants to, shifting closer to Niall's soft skin and warmth, allowing his arm to tighten around you, and falling into a deep sleep to the sound of his heartbeat under your ear.
(And maybe just after dawn the next morning, Bobby climbs back into his own bed after setting the coffeemaker, the original Horan smirk planted firmly on his face. A sleepy Maura questions her husband, asking just what he's so smug about. "I believe you owe me some money." Maura gasps. "They did not!" "Oh, they did. I just looked in on them, all wrapped up like Christmas morning." Maura huffs. "What a rascal. He gets that from your side, ya know.")