Niall Blurbs

Awkward Sleepovers

You two were were visiting your parents for the week which was really lovely and you two loved spending time with family. And both of you were doing your best to keep hands off of each other. It's only been a day or so. It generally was pretty easy, but it was those quiet moments of just the two of you when the kisses turned into a heated ones, hands wandering.

Which has now lead into both of you hoping it was late enough as you are both naked in bed being heavy handed.

"We shouldn't be doing this." You whisper to Niall, your eyes fluttering close as his thumb rubs against your clit.

"Shh, as long as you're not screaming or being loud, nobody will know the difference." He breathes and bites your nipple. "This is all I wanted for this weekend." He breathes out against your skin, fingers pushing into you.

He pulls his fingers out and pushes them into your mouth, trying muffle your moan. "You need to hush." He whispers and pulls his fingers out to give you a rough kiss.

Kissing him back, you spread your legs a bit for him. "I'm trying." You whisper back and give him a look. "Bed is too squeaky for too much." You warn, gripping onto his shoulders.

Niall hums thoughtfully, moving to bury his face in your neck, kissing and nibbling on your neck. "Then I guess you'll be riding me." He mumbles and bites at your neck.

"I can do that." You say with a gasp as he bites, digging your fingers into his shoulders.

He rolls you two over, letting you get on top of him. You shift to settle on his thighs carefully, taking him into your hand. "Let's see who's the noisy one." You challenge with a huff, moving your hand up and down his dick, eyes on his.

"Baby, I just want you to fuck me." He pants, watching your hand on his dick. "Please."

A smirk graces your lips, "I like it when you beg." You tease him but shift up to your knees, moving so you can sink down onto him. Both of you bite down on your lip as you do so, small sounds coming from your throats.

After a few moments, you start to move, hands resting on his chest. Your eyes closing. Niall grips your hips roughly, holding you tightly.

Niall got over the slow pace that you had set, he moves so his feet are flat on the bed and starts to jut his hips up, fucking into you. A loud gasp comes from you, head tipping back. You do your best to hold back any moans or whimpers.

Niall kept his grunts to a minimum but that still wasn't enough.

You were right on the edge, warmth was starting to pool in your stomach, your body tenses when there is a brief knock on the door before it opens.

Why the door wasn't locked is beyond both of you.

"Y/N, is everything okay, I heard–"

"Mum!" You gasp and Niall has you off his dick, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

"Oh my god!" She gasps and slams the door behind her.

"Oh my god." You groan and cover your red face.

"Fuck." Niall curses, sitting up rubbing his own face trying to ignore the ache of blue balls.

"I– fuck. Niall, my mother just walked in on us having sex! Not just sex, but fucking. Your dick was fucking in me, Niall!" You groan, getting up and finding your clothes and pull them on.

"We can leave." He offers, getting up, searching for his boxers and pulling them on. "Give it an hour, then book it." He checks his phone. "It's 1230, we can leave at 130. Leave a note, say the cat got sick!" He nods, grabbing clothes from the drawers, tossing them in the bag.

You come over and put your hands on his waist. "No we can't! We weren't doing anything wrong, it's just fucking mortifying." You shake your head slightly, blushing. You felt sick to your stomach. "We pretend this didn't happen." You rub your face slightly. "Fuck."

Niall wrinkles his nose and kisses the top of your head. "I'm sorry that I let it get this far. But if you wake up and want to leave, we can."

You almost snort. "I wanted to fuck you just as much." You sigh and rest your head against his chest. "This is awful." You mumble into his naked chest, letting out a whine.

"It'll be okay. Tomorrow let's go to the beach? We can leave early and do our best to avoid them tomorrow?" He asks and raises his brows slightly.

You nod, "That sounds like a good idea." You mumble.

Niall carefully walks with you pressed into his chest, laying you back in the bed. "Let's just try and get some sleep then. There is nothing we can do. But ignore it like you say. Act as if it didn't happen." He lays next to you, holding you tight to his chest.

With a nod, you pull the covers over the both of you.

-

You wake up to Niall packing a beach bag. "I picked the bikini I like the best." He smirks and winks at you.

A small whine comes from you when you remembered last night. "Yeah, let's hurry." You yawn and look at the clock, 800am.

You two walk into the kitchen, going to grab coffee and leave.

Both of your parents were at the table, their own mugs in their hands. They look up at you both but look away, falling silent.

"Coffee, love?" Niall asks, trying to keep his cool, avoiding all eye contact. The awkwardness had settled over the kitchen and dining room and his anxiety is tangible to you.

"Yes please, thank you." You nod and lean against the counter, looking at your phone, pretending to read text messages.

He fixes your coffee the way you like it and hands it to you before taking his mug in his hands. He carefully sips on his, both of you staring at each other. Both of you muttering silent prayers that nobody would say anything and you both can escape without conversation.

Your mum sets her mug down on the table, "Well, I was going to ask how your knee is feeling, but from what I saw, it's doing just fine."

Niall chokes on his coffee and you spit yours out completely.

Your poor dad just puts his head in his hands and mutters, "Jesus Jane, give the kids a break."

"Well Sam! The tension wasn't going to ease itself!" She argues.

"Leaving. We are leaving. We will be at the beach all day." You say and grab Niall's hand and drag him out.