You finally get ready to spend your friday night like every other friday nights : you, Niall, a few movies and lots of popcorn.
As he's getting a two beers out of the fridge, the microwave beeps, telling you that your snack is ready. You quickly put the hot popcorn in a bowl and jump slightly with a short scream when Niall presses one of the cold bottles against the visible skin on your waist. You pull on your shirt, giving him a mean but amused look and it makes him laugh as he passes by you to reach the living room. You quickly follow him, putting some popcorn in your mouth and sits next to him, bringing your feet on the couch.
"Okay, I think it's my turn to pick." he says, staring at the tv as he searches for a movie.
"Nuh-uh!" You quickly grab the remote from his hand and send him a smirk.
"Heyyyy!" he jokingly whines, making you laugh more. "You picked this super romantic movie last week, it was so cheesy I almost fell asleep three times!"
You tilt your head and frown at him, keeping the remote out of reach.
"Asleep? I think I remember you crying, that's more like it." you point out as a laugh escapes your lips.
"I was not crying I was just.. you know, I shared a tear because of how bad the movie was!"
You laugh again and he joins you as you bend down close to him and press your lips against his gently. You pull away slightly as you two keep staring at each other.
"I like me a sensitive man." you admit in a low tone right before he quickly snatches the remote from your hand.
"And this sensitive man is the one who's gonna pick the movie tonight!"
An other laugh escapes you and you roll your eyes, giving up, before he decides on an action movie. You also enjoy those, and you quickly get lost into the story. It's only near the end, when a heavily explicit scene starts, that you start glancing at your boyfriend.
Those scenes were always so awkward when they appeared in the middle of family night but with Niall, it only reminds you that it's been too long since you felt his hands on you. You move closer and as if on cue, he brings his arm around you and pulls you to his body. You feel his breath near your cheek and stop moving, staring at the screen without really seeing anything.
"You know what that makes me want to do to you, petal?" he whispers, the warmth of his words hitting your skin gently. "It makes me want to grab you by the hair and force you down on my cock."
The obvious shiver crossing your body makes him chuckle low. He brushes his lips on your neck as he talks and you try not to move. "I want to feel my dick at the back of your throat. I want to hear you choke on it."
This time, you let out a low whimper and feel your eyes flutter.
"You like that, kitten?" he continues. "You want to go down on me? Get on the floor."
He doesn't have to ask you twice. For some reason, when he uses this voice, you'd do anything he'd ask you to, and getting his cock in your mouth was on the top of your list.
You let yourself slip from the couch to the carpet and he spreads his legs as you move between them on your knees. Your hands reach for his belt and he moves his shirt up a bit, showing part of his tummy. You lick your lips as you take his soft cock in your hand and you stroke it slowly and gently. He puts his hand over yours and presses your fingers around it more, letting out a groan.
"Are you gonna do what I want or should I just make you do it?"
You look up at him and lick your lips, your heart suddenly racing. You wanted to do what he was telling you to do, but the thought of him grabbing your hair and bringing your mouth down on his cock turned you on more than you wanted to admit.
