Niall had driven you both back to his caravan before parking outside the small home. You both stepped out and you walked to Niall's side before reaching for the keys. Niall's eyebrows furrowed as he lifted them out of your reach.
"Niall." You grunted.
"Where are you going?"
"Home." He scoffed and stepped back as you raised an unamused eyebrow.
"You're not going anywhere." You rolled your eyes as Niall turned and paced to his front door.
"I don't have time for your shit. Give me the keys." You walked after him as he stepped inside the caravan, leaving the door open. "Niall!"
Once you stepped into the mobile, Niall slammed the door shut and closed your body between his and the door frame.
"You're staying here." He grumbled kissing your neck as you closed your eyes and shook your head.
"G-give me-"
Niall took your wrist and pulled his face up to connect your lips with his. His soft lips rolled against yours, moistening them at the same time.
You were a sucker for Niall's lips. Yes, you can take that both ways.
Your hands gripped his hair as he pushed his hands under your shirt and lightly scratched at your stomach. "Niall." The moan slipped from your lips as Niall held your lower back and pulled you forward before guiding you backwards.
The dark rooms didn't give you much to see or where either of you were going.
"(Y/N)." Niall groaned feeling around the walls until his hand flicked on his bedroom light. He panted guiding you to his bed and sitting you on it. Leaning over, he wiped all the shit off the blankets before looking back at you.
Your hands came forward and began unbuttoning his shirt as he moaned excitedly.
Niall couldn't care less about his shirt as he threw it off and tugged yours. You pushed to your feet and so did Niall as your shirt easily found Niall's on the floor.
Niall moaned loudly as your lips came from his to his chest as he looked down at you. Your hands came around his belt and he watched your fingers pried it open.
Grunting, Niall pushed you back onto the bed and kicked his pants from his ankles. He then fell to his knees and pulled you to the edge of the bed by your hips. His lips glided up to your torso as he undid and pulled your pants off.
He growled at your underwear and kissed over it as his large hands grabbed your thighs with a tight squeeze.
"Mine." He said grabbing your material and rolling it off your feet. "You're all mine." You nodded gripping his hair and guiding him where you wanted him most. His mouth worked wonders on your heat making your toes curl and your head throw back.
Niall buried his face into you as he looked up at your writhing figure. He twitched in his boxers and pulled out his tongue.
Flicking his tongue piercing over your clit, you cried out ready to feel pure ecstasy.
It wasn't long until you were though. Until you were crying his name out like a protest.
He didn't let you cum though. He never let you cum during foreplay. Only on him when he was buried deep inside you.
His lips glided up your body but he stopped with a grunt at your bra. Niall pulled you up and lay your head on his chest as he unclipped the bra. Your hands tugged his boxers as Niall leant back draping the piece of clothing off your hands.
Not waiting any longer, you pull his boxers down just below his ass cheeks as he panted over your face before giving you a sloppy kiss.
"No more." He pushed you down and hovered over you. "No more playing." He grunted with his slightly difficult boxers before throwing them harshly against the far wall. Niall leant his body on top of yours and pecked your lips. "Make love to me."
You nodded running your hands up his back as he looked over and reached his arm out. Letting his hand open the tip draw, he felt around for a condom but stopped when he felt nothing.
"What the hell?" He muttered scooting over and looking to see there was none where he thought. "Shit!" Getting to the floor, he looked under the bed and checked the second draw as you sat up.
"Niall?" He growled pulling the side table out as you shook your head running a hand through your hair. "We can buy more condoms if you want."
This was ridiculous. He felt like an idiot for leading you on without making sure to have protection. But how else was he going to get you to stay? How else was he going to show he loves you?
Until success lay right in front of his eyes.
He picked up the last unused condom and smiled before pushing the table back into place.
"I've got one." He climbed back onto the bed and opened the packet. You rubbed his shoulder and smiled as he rolled it onto his erection.
Niall looked up at you and kissed you again before laying you down.
"We'll get some more tomorrow." You nodded spreading you legs as Niall became comfortable between them. Closing your eyes, Niall watched your face as he slid into you.
Your tightness preventing him from a faster pace but increasing more pleasure as he pushed further.
"Fuck!" You gasped arching your back. Niall propped on his elbows beside your head as his face hung right above yours. He watched your face scrunch up and listened to your loud moans as he gained a pace.
Niall let off a few of his own pleasures as he sat up holding your hips.
"N-Niall." You breathed as he looked down at your sweet innocent face. "H-harder. Please harder."
Leaning up, he pulled you with him so his hands could grip the bed head. His rhythm then pounded you as your thighs shook and your insides clenched.
"G-god!" Niall put a hand beside your face as he relentlessly fucked you. The bed made loud noises from its old warn out frame. And you gripped Niall's arms as he watched you reach your edge.
His face then lowered his face to yours and he molded his lips against yours. You held him close as his stomach tightened and his dick twitched.
You embraced him closer as he gave way inside you. The bed silencing itself and your pants the only thing you could hear.
Pulling away, you propped up and watched Niall pull out of you with your residue over his protection. Niall pumped himself, getting your climax in his hand before taking off his condom.
He then sucked at his hand and stood up before turning the light out.
"Alright..." You lightly chuckled, feeling Niall dip down on the bed and cuddle you with his sweaty and damp hands. "I guess I'll stay."
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FanfictionA bad boy is more than tattoos and a temper. He's more than a tough persona and a cold heart. A bad boy is a broken challenge. Are you ready for the challenge? A Nouis_Strikes_Again short story. Here for you entertainment.