Black And White //N.H

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AN// Buckle up and get ready for some steam I guess? If you don't want to read smut I suggest you skip this part, when Niall picks up Emily? Who knows tbh.

"I kinda have a ring, I don't know if you'll like it. If you don't we can go pick out another, but I thought this was cute," Niall mumbles shyly, rubbing his neck, after pulling away a little. He opens the box. I wipe away a few tears to get a good look at it. "I thought you might like it, but you probably don't. We can find another one that's bigger or smaller, whatever you want," Niall ramles on nervously when I don't say anything, but to be fair he needs to give me a minute so that I can take in all of this. The ring is absolutely stunning, gold with an oval shaped diamond on. I look up at him and put my hand on his cheek, making his eyes dart up at me again. "I absolutely love it, Niall. It's stunning," I reassure him and he smiles. "Really?" I roll my eyes at him and nod. "You could buy me a damn candy ring and I'd be over the moon, Niall, but this is perfect," I tell him and he takes my right hand. "Well then I assume I can do this," he says, taking the ring and sliding it on my ring finger, fitting perfectly. I hum, before leaning forward to kiss him again.

"Dance with me?" he asks, standing up and reaching for my hand. "You know I can't dance," I joke but he just shrugs, pulling me up on my feet. "Gotta practice for our first dance as husband and wife," he tells me, but I don't really think that's what he wants because he pulls me into his chest and sways around while placing a kiss on my head now and then. He hums a light melody before taking my hand and spinning me around, and then brings me back so that my back is against his chest. "I thought you were going to say no for a second," he mumbles into my neck and I frown. "Why would I say no?" I ask, genuinely curious about why Niall thought I would ever say no to marrying him. "You're the smart one out of us, I'm more impulsive. I was afraid you would think it was stupid, or to soon," he says, spinning me around again so that we can look at each other. I put my arms around his neck and shook my head. "I'm the smart one? I was the one who messed up and wanted a break. Now all I want to do is spend as much time with you as possible," I tell him honestly, making him smile. "You make me feel all giddy inside," he smiles and I laugh, before leaning up to peck his lips. "The feeling is mutual, Nialler."

Niall pats my thighs lightly, letting me know he wants me to jump up. I do as he wants and wrap my legs around his waist, before he connects our lips. He holds me up by my thighs, walking towards our bedroom. He opens the door successfully, impressing me a little by how smoothly he's doing things while kissing me, but my thoughts are interrupted when he bumps into the edge off the bed. I giggle a little, making him pull away with an amused look on his face. "Had to happen," he mumbles, his voice a little deeper.

He places me down on the bed carefully, before climbing over me. He starts trailing kisses down my neck, stopping at my weak spot to suck at it, making me moan. I bite my lip as he continues, as I look down at him. When he reaches my sweater he pulls at the bottom of it, and I help him get it off. He huffs when he sees that I'm still in my t-shirt, pulling that off as well. "To many layers," he mutters, mostly to himself I guess, when he takes his arms around my back to unclasp my bra. I laugh a little, bringing him up to kiss me, but he breaks the kiss as he pulls back, standing by the edge of the bed taking off his shirt and kicking off his pants. He pulls at the leg of my jeans until they finally come off, before he climbs on top of me again.

Niall begins kissing his way down my chest, until he meets the curve of my breast, looking up at me slightly, before pulling my nipple inside his mouth, playing with it with his tongue, while his hands roams around my body, one of them landing in between my legs. I let out a strangled moan as he applied some pressure on my sensitive spot outside of my panties. I put my hands in his hair, tugging at it lightly, making him come back up to kiss me.

I move my hips against his hand to get some friction in between my legs. I pout when Niall removes his hand, squeezing my legs together. He pulls at my panties, and I lift my hips up to help him get them off.

He place kisses down my tummy, and I let out a small gasp when he kisses the inside of my thigh, inchin closer and closer to my heat. I let out a moan when he licks a stripe up my folds, and he hums a little, sending vibrations through me. Without any warning he sucked on my nerves, and I clutched the bedsheets with one of my hands, biting my lip. He flicks his tongue over my nub, before teasing my opening with two of his fingers. He lets his lips leave me, and I bring him up so that I can kiss him again, reaching in between us to palm him over his briefs.

He lets out a strangled noise, thrusting his hips against my hand. He removes my hand and slides his underwear off quickly, before shifting a little. His fingers are still tracing up and down my folds, as he's pressing the pad of his thumb down on my nerves, making me even more turned on. I suck in a breath when he pushes two of his fingers inside of me, as my hands find their way back into his hair, continuing to pull at it as moans escape my mouth every time he thrusts into me with his fingers. I feel the familiar knot in my stomach start building up, and can't help it when I start moving my hips in sync with Niall's fingers.

To my disappointment he pulls out, before placing a soft kiss on my forehead. "I need you," he mumbles, his voice rougher than usual. I bite my lip, pushing a loose strand of hair out of his face, before he grabs my arms and pin them down over my head. "Keep them there," he mutters and I feel my tummy twisting at his words. "I want you to look at me, you think you could do that?" he asks, cupping my breast in his hand, before continuing. "Also, tell me if you want me to stop," he reminds me, as he always does. I nod quickly and he shakes his head. "Want an answer, sweets. A verbal one," he tells me and I roll my eyes at him.

I get the consent part and all that, but hell we just got engaged, what more of a confirmation does he need.

"Yes," I breathe out and he nods. He kisses me, before pulling away again to look at me as he slides into me. I throw my head back and let out a moan, as I bring my arm up to hold around his neck. Niall stils inside me, and I look at him, trying to figure out why he stopped, before realizing I both moved my arms and looked away from him. "Bad memory? What did I say?" he asks and I look away shyly. I try moving my hips to get some sort of friction, but he stills my movement with his hands. He gives me a look as to say 'repeat what I said' and I bite my lip. "Keep my hands there and look at you," I mumble quickly and he frowns. "I didn't quite catch that," he tells me and I roll my eyes at him. I repeat myself, a little louder and a little more clear and he nods. "Remember it," he says and I swallow. I let out a surprised moan when he pulls almost all the way out, before slamming into me again. I grab a hold of the sheets as he repeats this over and over, making my body writhe at the force. "Niall, please," I breathe out, and he gives me a puzzled look as he lifts one eyebrow. "I wanna touch you," I manage to get out, and he smiles, taking my arms and pulling them around his neck. He brings one hand down to lift up my thigh, as he slams into me again, making me scream out his name. He lets out a groan, as he continues a quick speed, as well as keeping eye contact.

"Niall, holy fuck, I'm gonna-" I begin, but before I can continue I feel a wave of pleasure wash over me, as I cum, my walls tightening around him, making his dick twitch, before I feel him release inside of me with a loud moan. He continues to move through our highs. He falls down, his face resting in the crook of my neck, as our bodies stick together because of the sweat. "I love you," he mumbles, after some time, as he has pulled out and is washing my face with small kisses all over. "I love you too. More than anything," I tell him, as I trace a pattern around on his shoulder. "Only thing I love more than you is golf," he tells me, a serious expression on his face. I pull my head a little further back, and he smiles. "I'm joking. I love you a tad bit more," he mutters, placing a kiss on my lips

AN// I'm sorry if there was a lot of spelling mistakes in this but I was to embarrased to read it through. Also, sorry if this is wack, but it's the first time I write this kind of stuff. On another note, here's what I imagined the ring as: