#nialler

"Yeah?" You said, fingers still tapping away on the keyboard, watching the character dart around your laptop screen.

"Pet,"

He was whining now. Had you fed him? He usually did this when he was hungry, but you'd had dinner two hours ago-

"Princess, cmon now," He grumbled, closing your laptop without a word, pouting at you. Any playful irritation you might've had at not being allowed to save your game disappeared the instant you saw that look on his face.

He was pouting, the bridge of his nose wrinkled in that cute way that made you want to bite it, his forehead creased with the lines you always soothed away with your thumb when he was anxious.

"Yes, my love?" You said in just as soft and pouty a voice, playing along, a small smile creeping onto your face.

"You're not givin' me enough attention," He said, and you were honestly impressed by how well he was keeping up the disgruntled attention-deficient kitten act.

"I'm not?" You smiled as you opened your arms, letting him nuzzle closer, wrapping one around his shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"You play that stupid game too much," He mumbled, his nose brushing along your hairline. "Makes me think you prefer it to me."

"Didn't hear you complainin' about it when you were watching that same bloody match for the third time," You grinned, turning to kiss the top of his head, his hair tickling your face as you closed your eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo.

"Derby won," He said as he pulled back. As though that explained anything. You raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that said, 'that's got fuck all to do with it'.

"It's been ages since they won that well. Let me have it. You rewatch your anime like 30 times, don't you?"

"That's a low blow, Horan," You said, laughing softly as you tugged his hair playfully. "He's my emotional support Jinshi, okay?"

"And what about your emotional support husband?" He teased, snuggling into you again, kissing just behind your ear before tugging at one of your piercings with his teeth. It was light enough that you almost couldn't feel it, but you felt the goosebumps running down your arm anyway.

"He's not half bad," You smiled, biting your lip as you let your head fall back against the couch, baring your neck to him.

"Not half bad! Princess," He gasped, his face the image of mock betrayal before he attacked your face with kisses. You giggled, hands trying to push him off as his scruff half tickled-half scratched you.

"Prefer your anime characters, do you? Would your emotional support Jinshi do this, hm, darlin'?" He smirked as he pulled back, face cupped between both his hands.

"Don't know," You said, looking up at him before you bit your lip. "Might have to ask him to try as well. I'll tell you the verdict after-"

"Why, you-" Niall sputtered out, half laughing in indignation as he tugged your hair. He wasn't gentle. It was almost your body's response, at this point. It wasn't even your fault. You hadn't intended to moan like that.

But you did.

You watched his face break out into a slow smirk. You were doomed. Perfect.

"See? Bet he couldn't make you moan like that, pet. And you're still fully clothed-"

"Point made, Ni." You interrupted, "Now stop bringing up the anime dude while you're on me."

"On you, am I?" He chuckled, kissing you before you could answer. He bit at your bottom lip, pushing his tongue in when you parted them instinctively, your hands running down his back to settle at the dips by his spine.

"Good girl," He mumbled against your lips, pulling back for just enough to let you catch your breath and get needy before dipping back in. He had you pushed back against the couch now. You had no clue when your legs had opened, when he'd settled so fucking comfortably between them, but you could feel his dick stirring and you wanted it now.

You whined softly against his lips, hips lifting up slightly off the couch.

He pulled back completely in that moment and honestly, you would've pulled him back in- but you knew he'd have you pinned under him and tease you even more then, so you settled for glaring at him.

"You've gotten so used to getting my cock whenever and wherever you want it, like the spoiled little princess you are, haven't you?" He said, his voice low as he brought his thumb up to your lips, brushing against his before gently pressing it in.

As you opened your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around it, you kept your eyes on his face, thinking back to all the moments in the past week. He was right.

Ever since you'd had the conversation for what felt like the millionth time, but this time seriously, planning it out-, he'd been taking you wherever he felt like, at any time of day, for the last week. Maybe your body had gotten used to it.

Every morning when he rolled over to you, random afternoons lazing on the couch, watching tv- almost every night while you tried to cook dinner with his hands wandering, ending up naked and breathless on the kitchen floor. Or the kitchen island. Or the dining table. Or the outside deck.

It was addictive- feeling him inside you without any condom, just the slow drag of his skin against yours. The warmth when he filled you up, and his filthy fucking mouth, jesus.

"Earth to you, pet?" Niall said, amusedly, pulling his thumb out of your mouth. Damnit, you'd almost forgotten where you were.

"Want you," you pouted, tightening your legs slightly around his hips. He was definitely hard, but he played a good game, putting on an innocent face. You interrupted him before he could tease you any further, though.

"Don't even think about teasin' me, Ni. I need your cock in me now, and i need you to put a baby in me like, yesterday-"

He laughed softly, a little hoarse, before kissing you hard, not even letting you finish your sentence. "Don't have to beg, princess. Not today."

You smiled, licking the taste of him off your lips, letting out a surprised yelp as he picked you up without warning, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lost his balance for a moment as he got off the couch, walking to your bedroom.

"You don't have to show off how swole you've gotten after the tour all the time, yknow?" You teased, laughing against his neck.

"Uh, I worked my arse for it, pet. I think I get to show off all I want," He grinned cockily as he pushed the door open with his hip. "Also, you love it. So don't you dare pretend. And, more importantly. I wasn't gonna breed my baby on the sofa like a caveman."

You raised an eyebrow at him as you climbed out of his arms onto the bed, grinning at the blatant lie.

"I wouldn't!" He defended, even as he laughed, pulling his t-shirt off his head. "I'm gonna breed you properly in the bedroom like a gentleman."

You just rolled your eyes, biting your lip unconsciously as you watched his strip, pulling off his shorts, and then his boxers and- god, you had to physically restrain yourself from pouncing on him. He never looked any less delicious, and he knew exactly what a weak spot you had for tasting him.

"Not right now, baby," He smirked, crawling up to hover over you, kissing your forehead before starting to unbutton your shirt for you. "Maybe once I've filled up that pretty little cunt of yours. We'll think about it,"

Tease. You rolled your eyes, lifting up a bit as he unhooked your bra, kissing along your collarbones, then up the side of your neck.

"My pretty little pet," He mumbled, biting where your neck met your shoulder briefly, just enough to make you gasp and wrap your legs around him needily.

"Get my jeans off," You whined, grinding up against him.

"Impatient little thing," He tutted, smiling around your nipple as he bit down, pulling at it before letting go with a pop, kissing between them as he unbuttoned your jeans.

You wriggled out of them, trying to push your panties down as well, but he stopped you with a look and a hand on your hipbone. You drew your hand back, sitting back against the pillows. You knew better than to fucking argue.

"Absolutely soaked for me," He mumbled, burying his face between your legs. His breath was warm against your skin, even through the fabric, and you found your hips lifting up against his face.

He gripped your hip a bit tighter, biting at your inner thigh, resting his chin on your pelvis as he looked up at you. "'M gonna fill you up nicely, darlin', I promise, but you're going to havta be patient."

He trailed kisses back up your thigh, squeezing them as he sucked gently at your clit for a few seconds, taking mercy on the absolutely needy way you whined. He kept his eyes up on your face, tossing your underwear over his shoulder, attacking your clit instantly.

He didn't even let you breathe, sucking it into his mouth, occasionally biting down on the sensitive bud as he pushed one finger, then two, into you.

"So fuckin' wet," He murmured, the vibrations making you fist the sheets. "Sweetest little cunt, hm? Love feelin' how tight you grip me, god. You're barely fittin' my fingers in there, no wonder you feel so good,"

"Bloody hell, Niall-" You managed to choke out between gasps. "Stop running that fucking mouth or I'm gonna-"

He shut you up by pressing in a third finger, up to his knuckle, no warning, as he bit down on your clit, his other hand pressing down on your lower belly. You never stood a chance. You felt your thighs tightening around his head, back arching as your nails dug into the mattress, desperately fisting the sheets.

Your toes were still buzzing as he finally pulled off, a smug smile on his face. "Most delicious cunt on this planet," he smiled, kissing you as he let you taste yourself on him. He knew every little thing you loved, and tonight it felt like he was going all out.

"Well, it really wants your dick right now," You mumbled, smiling against his lips. You could feel how hard he was, and you were certain he'd be dripping precum. He loved nothing more than eating you out.

"That can be arranged for, pet," He chuckled, kissing you deeply before trailing his lips along your jaw, biting down gently before he pulled back. "God, I can't wait to pump you full of m'cum." He mumbled under his breath, mostly to himself as he stroked himself a few times, lining himself up with your entrance.

You still heard him, though, and were a little surprised by just how much that turned you on. You bit your lip as you spread your legs a little more, moaning softly as he pushed in slowly.

"Fuckin' hell, pet," Niall groaned as he bottomed out, circling his hips once, biting his lip as he buried his face in your neck, slowly pulling out. "Never felt a greedier pussy, god. Never wanna come out, you're so fuckin' warm, princess."

You whimpered against his shoulder, still biting down on your lip as he slowly pushed back in. "Fuck, babe, c'mon-"

"See? Greedy," He chuckled fondly, pulling your lip free from your teeth before kissing you deeply, his hips thrusting back in sharply, making you gasp into the kiss. His hand was on your breast, squeeing and tweaking your nipple as he set a steady pace.

"Fuck, you're so fuckin' tight. Greedy little cunt," He mumbled into your ear, occasionally biting down on the lobe and pulling. "Can't wait to see you knocked up. You're gonna look so pretty with my kid in you. god-"

He broke off, moaning as he bit down on your shoulder, his hips moving more jerkily. He paused, trying to catch his breath, shushing you with one finger against your lips as you whined. "Don't wanna come just yet, princess. Let me just- god, nothing's hotter than the image of you pregnant."

He started to move again, deeper now, slower. "You're gonna look like the prettiest goddess- round with my child and, fuck, I know I'm not gonna be able to resist you, or this tight little cunt."

He loved to talk dirty. You knew that. Knew he had a tongue on him that could make you come like that, but tonight? This was beyond your wildest fantasies. His voice was hoarse from the effort, low and husky and it made you squirm under him, clenching rhythmically on him.

"Please, Ni," You gasped out.

"Mm, I know, darlin'," He said, his hips hitting yours a bit harder now, sending waves of pleasure tingling through you. "Gonna put a baby in you. Fuck, you're gonna look so pretty. My gorgeous little pet."

He had picked up the pace, the sounds echoing through the room, and you felt lightheaded. The idea alone was enough to make you clamp down on him, and you heard him hiss.

"Fuck, babe. 'M not gonna last if you keep doing that," He muttered, reaching between you to press your clit with his thumb. He began to rub tight circles on it, and you keened against his shoulder, biting down on it.

"Niall, oh god, don't stop-"

He lifted his head from the crook of your neck, pressing his lips against yours, feeling your thighs shaking as he dug his fingers into one, holding it up, the other still rubbing your clit, his hips never faltering as his pace got messier.

"C'mon, princess," he muttered. "Let go for me. Milk my cock, darlin'. Let me feel you squeezin' me. Such a good girl. Gonna fill you up so good."

He ran his hand up from your thigh and across your hipbone, pressing down on your lower belly again, leaning back a bit, on his knees as he kept thrusting, and god, you'd never seen a hotter sight.

He was still murmuring something filthy, but all you could feel was the drag of his cock inside you, the fullness, the way it jerked, the way his fingers were all over you and-

...

"I've got you, oh god, sweetheart, y'feel so damn good."

You could feel the arm sticky cum inside you, but more so dripping out of you. Niall slipped a pillow under your hips and you let him, content being boneless with him right now.

"Nearly passed out on me darlin'," He chuckled as he spooned you from the back, his hand splayed out on your stomach. "Went all soft and pliable on me. We weren't even playin'. Didn't know you liked the idea of bein' bred that much."

"Neither did I," You mumbled tiredly, rolling over to bury your face in his chest.

"'M glad you do, though. Can't wait to see you actually pregnant."

You laughed, slapping his chest playfully as he moved back slightly. "Don't you dare get hard on me again, if i go another round i will pass out-"

He chuckled, raising up his hands. "I can behave, I can behave."

You nodded, looking up at him with a smile, kissing him, humming at the taste of you still on his lips.

"Though," he grinned as he pulled away, his hands rubbing soothingly up your sides. "I do recall saying something about a blowjob for round two-"

"Fuck off, Horan," you laughed, "Not unless you really do want me to faint on your cock."

"There's worse fates," he said, tickling your sides playfully. "What say I plug you up and we try it out. You never will know till you try-"

"As if, babe," You said between laughs as you tried to swat his hands off. You both already knew where this would end up.

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A/N: its been ages since the last post sigh the inspo has been down. hopefully its gonna get better with more niall content lmao.

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September 13th. One of the most important days of the year for you. Why? Well, it’s your boyfriends birthday, of course!!

Niall’s not one to celebrate too much on his birthday. Yeah, he’ll spend time with the important family and friends, but he usually doesn’t do much for himself. he’s too humble and never asks for much. 

But in your eyes, your perfect boy deserves the entire world for his special day. Which is why right now, you’ve gathered just about everyone important in his life into your shared place to surprise him with a party.

It’s noting crazy… It’s all of his best mates, his mum and dad, other family members, anyone who said they could make it. You even decorated the place, streamers and balloons filling the space along with a banner that says “Happy Birthday, Niall!!” (hand-written by you, of course.)

Now, how did you get away with this? Well, Niall’s been crazy busy in the studio getting his album done, plus lots of travel to LA for shooting ‘The Voice’, so that’s given you plenty of time to sneak stuff in without him knowing. 

As for the setup today? Well, he was in the studio all day again, of course (the man won’t even take a break for his birthday…), which gave you the perfect chance to put up all the decorations and for everyone to arrive.

The flat is bustling with energy. People are chatting, laughing, drinking a bit, music playing in the background, and there’s even a table that’s piled up with gifts people brought for him. It feels like the perfect birthday party.

You were too restless to fully enjoy it yet, though. Niall would be here any minute now. And honestly? part of you is scared he might hate this. What if he didn’t want anything big for his birthday? He does always say he doesn’t need anything crazy, but does that also mean he’d HATE a party like this?? 

As you’re spiraling a bit, though, your phone pings with a text from Niall, like clockwork like he does every evening.

Ni 🤍:

just pulled up, i’ll be in soon. can’t wait to see ya, i missed your pretty face 😘

You’ve always found it cute that he lets you know when he’s here, even if you two live together now so it’s not really necessary. But today, it’s just made your job even easier.

The second you read the message, you get everyone’s attention and tell them to shush, quickly killing the lights. (you’ve assigned his cousins to turn on the lights when you give the cue, you just hope they aren’t already too plastered to remember… damn irishmen.)

Everyone stands in the dark in the living room and you hurry to the front door, nearly shaking with both excitement and nerves.

Niall’s keys jingle in the door for a few moments before it creaks open. He walks in with his water bottle in one hand, his bag and his keys in the other. He sees you standing right there and instantly smiles, kicking the door shut and dropping his things on the entry table.

“There’s my birthday boy!!!” You cheer, your nerves melting away just by seeing his face.

“Oh, petal, thank god you’re right here, didn’t wanna go search the house for ya.” He says, immediately hugging you tight. You hug him back, but not for long before he pulls away with furrowed eyebrows.

“Why the bloody hell are all the lights off?” he asks, looking past you into the dark house. “Have you turned into a vampire or something, babe?”

You laugh, shaking your head as you take his hand and walk you two a couple steps further into the house. “No… Not quite…”

“Well then what the hell-“ he starts asking, but before he can finish, you drop his hand and stomp your foot. Suddenly all the lights flick on (thank god they got it right), everyone jumping out with huge smiles on their faces.

“SURPRISE!!!!” Everyone shouts, including yourself, and it’s just like a scene from a movie.

Niall’s eyes go wide as he’s startled, clearly not expecting that at all. But once his mind catches up with the rest of him, he lets out a shocked laugh, his face lighting up instantly.

“Holy shit!!! Is this for my Birthday??” He asks, eyes finding you again after scanning the crowd, clearly incredibly baffled.

“Of course it is!!! What, did you think I wouldn’t do anything for your birthday?” You step closer again, smiling up at him.

“Well, i knew good do something, but not invite everyone i know!!”

You just laugh, and that’s when his mum walks up with the birthday cake she helped you pick out for him: a two-tiered chocolate cake that says ‘Happy 32nd, Nialler!’ on it.

“Your wonderful girlfriend planned it all. When she asked me to come, i couldn’t say no. You really picked a good one, sunshine.” Maura says, possibly looking as happy as you are with the outcome.

Something in Niall’s eyes softens at his mums words, but before it can get any more sappy with her, she lifts the cake and speaks to the crowd, “Right, who’s ready for some cake!!”

Everyone cheers, of course, including Niall himself. As she walks away to go set the cake down and cut it, Niall takes your hand before you can follow, letting the rest of everyone else focus their attention away from him for a moment so he can talk to you.

“You really did this all? The decorations, the cake, somehow managing to get everyone in one place at the same time? All just for my birthday?” He asks, his voice softer and lower so only you can hear him.

You nod your head, a soft, almost sheepish smile on your face as you reply. “I did. And it’s not just your birthday, love… You’re the kindest, most genuine, sweet person I know and get the honor to love. You deserve the best birthday celebration in the world.”

Niall’s eyes glimmer a bit at that, clearly not expecting any of this, making him a bit emotional.

“Christ, I wasn’t expecting to cry on my birthday..” he says with a small laugh, bringing one of his hands up and wiping his eyes. 

You laugh a bit too, bringing your hand up to wipe them yourself, cupping his cheek after.

“Happy Birthday, Niall. I love you forever, my sweet boy.”

“I love you more.” He says softly back, leaning in enough so that your noses brush, everyone else fading away for a moment. “You’re seriously the most perfect girl in the world.”

He leans in a bit more and kisses you, soft but sure, all of his love and appreciation for you spilling into it. You practically melt, your arms wrapping around his neck as his wrap around your waist, pulling you close.

But before you two can get much further, you hear his cousin Deo loudly clear his throat.

“Hey, lovebirds, sorry to interrupt but i think the birthday boy might wanna eat a piece of cake too, not just his girlfriends face.” He says, pulling laughs from quite a few people in the crowd.

You two laugh as well, pulling away now that you’ve been caught having a sweet moment, and just like that Niall’s in his element.

“Okay, okay, we’re coming. But only if you’ve gotten me a pint of Guinness!!”

Everyone laughs and you two join them in the dining room. All you can think about is how full your heart is, looking at the smile on Niall’s face, seeing just how happy he is. How loved he feels right now, not just by his friends and family, but by you.