He's got Power over me. But I've got Control over him. "Do you think it's funny what you did? Moaning into the mic, taunting me?" His hot breath was fanning over my face. His tanned skin was flustered, still glistening with a coat of sweat. His body was flush to mine, trapping me against the cold wall. Puzzled, I looked up at him. "What? You think I did it on purpose? It's part of the song." I bitterly laughed, but he wasn't amused. His grip on my wrists tightened as he pressed them harder against the wall over my head. "Look down, princess. Look at what you've done to me." Shocked and utterly confused over his demand, I did what he hold me to and looked down the sliver of space between our bodies, my eyes instantly landing on the bump at the front of his dark skinny jeans. My mouth parted, my heart thumping in my chest. With a shaky breath, I tore my gaze from his very obvious boner and looked up at him in shock. "See how hard your little trick made me? Is this what you wanted?" He taunted, though I refused to stay there, caged between him and the wall without saying anything back at him. "Can't control yourself, pretty boy? If it's that easy to make you hard, I bet it would be even easier to make you cum." I was aiming for my words to have a completely different effect on him than what they did. I hoped he'd feel embarrassed and walk away, but I was once again proven wrong when it came to him. Bringing one of my hands down, he led it with his between us and to his crotch, pressing it there. "If you wanna know so bad, do it. Make me cum." #wattys2023

a (kinda) short story about late night drives, diners, jean jackets, eighties hits, a california girl, and a boy who wanted the world. ~a friends with benefits ou~

"That's the funny thing about trying to escape the past, you never really can. No matter how far or fast you run, the past always catches up to you. You may be able to escape temporarily but, you have to face the darkness of your past to reach the light in your future."

If you think that this is another story of the "good girl" falling in love with the "bad boy", you're probably right. Except this time, the roles are reversed. Disclaimer: Story contains strong language, adult themes and sexual content. Spotify Playlist in my bio!

(𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑) "𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐍𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧. 𝐀𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. hidrew8 2021

The head and the heart, an exhausted rivalry of human psychology. When forced with a choice between logic and emotion, a person is sure to crumble beneath the weight of their own conscience. - Ophelia "Philly" Carter is in Manhattan and she's lost everything. She has no family, she has no money, and she has no friends. All that she has left is her dream and her brain, but to her, that's all that really matters anyway. After starting her dream job as a detective at the 17th precinct, Philly realizes that her dream may be harder to achieve than she originally planned. There's an obstacle in her way, and his name is Niall Horan. He's a genius, a good detective, and above all, Philly's main competition. When Philly stumbles across a major case that could possibly be more than she bargained for, she has to ask herself whether she should lead with her head, or her heart. It's a question she's never been able to answer. - Ot5 story Mature content Violence/Death

It's all in the title. If you're interested, read to find out more ;) All written by me :) Credit me if needed please! COPYRIGHT © 2017, irishpayne Please do not steal and/or copy, thank you.

Niall Horan Preferences that I loved from tumblr ^_^

"Mr. Horan. Our relationship is, and always will be strictly professional." "We'll see about that, sunshine." -- A story in which an arrogant, charming, slightly self-centered football player is determined to get his new, young accountant to sleep with him. But they both soon realise being involved with each other leads to more than either of them bargained for. |Mature Content, 18+| |Completed|

Did he really think i was just going to fall with a snap of his fingers? yeah sure maybe he was hot, and maybe he was famous, but that wasnt what mattered for me. but could he be the guy i was looking for? Niall Horan fan fiction, rated R, there will be sexual content and cussing