#niallsmut

{A Niall Horan Fan Fiction}

**Description**

The Estate is always buzzing.

Swarming with guards, servants, farm hands and stable boys, you can't help but hear rumors travel about the Castle and it's Master. Whether it be his newest scandal, the latest fling, or all the mistresses he'd bring in and toss out, there was hardly anything nice to say about the master of the Estate, who was known to cause trouble at the slightest inconvenience.

the infamously powerful Niall Horan.

Half of England knew his name and his wealth, and there was nothing stopping him from growing his success.

Until one disastrous stormy night, when Saffron Eclaire forced herself through his castle walls and into his life.

Written by hibiscuswhimsy

All rights reserved.

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Chapter One.

The rain pounds down on my back as I run through the alarmingly muddy trails of the forest in front of me, pushing deeper into the brush while attempting to escape the horses and lanterns drawing near. I can hear them calling for me, hunting me down with their dogs and beasts. the thin cloth of my dress is clinging to my body, my leathered boots sink into the soaked muddy ground. My hair is nearly blinding me mixed with the rain, wet unruly strands wildly clinging to my cheeks and eyes as I run with what little breath I have left inside of me.

"MEN! THIS WAY!"

the guards are drawing even closer now, and I decide my only chance at life would mean trying to hide. I can't run much longer, the air is continuing to fight its way into my lungs, and I can feel my chest burning through my corset. Up ahead, barely visible, I see a cobble stone wall- deteriorated in some places, I notice a crack within the walls just wide enough for me to crawl through.

As the glow amidst the rain grows brighter in my direction, I make a hard right and barrel into the cobblestone, squeezing my way through the walls in a panic. I can hear the end of my dress ripping as I make it through and feverishly press my back to the wall, hearing the clopping of horses race by. Before I can get a real moment to catch my breath, I feel a cold hand clamp down over my mouth and my eyes go wide, muffling the scream that was about to erupt out of my chest. 

"Shhh, alright? If you continue to scream into my palm like that m'lady, you're going to awake the entire bloody castle." The voice is low and soft, and I can't make out the features of the person it belongs to. It sounds male, and there's a certain comfort in the accent he holds. My entire body is still on high alert as he gently guides me towards a castle in the distance,  coming upon a small glimmering light emitting from one of the doorways we halted in front of.

As we step inside, I'm introduced to a small quaint kitchen; there’s a fireplace tucked into the corner and a stew boiling above it. Cupboards littered about, a spice rack off to the left. It made the room smell divine.

It takes me a second to adjust fully from the pouring rain to the illumination in the room, my eyes attempting to make out the features of the kitchen in full detail. when I decide I can finally see well enough, I turn to find that same man bustling around, opening the cupboards and pulling down breads and butters. He has curly brown hair, short on the sides and slightly moppy on top. When he looks over at me, I can see the flickering green color of his eyes from the fire, his friendly, chiseled face curving up into a smile. His voice rings in my ears as I hear him say "Well then ma'am, what brings you through the cracks of the Horan Estate?"

The Horan Estate? Shit.

Earlier? I had a plan, and now that plan was smothered by my own stupidity and this potential farm hand that dragged me deeper inside the wall with him.

Before I could find the words to answer his question, he quietly introduced himself. "I’m Harry. I work here as a stable boy for Mr. Horan" no last name. Just Harry.

Harry flashes me a kind smile before turning back to his duties at the table. I listen to him crisply butter the now toasted bread he pulled out earlier from the cupboards, pondering what to say to him- what identity I needed to take on to be safe in the situation I had now gotten myself into.

"I'm...." My eyes travel to a bottle of Saffron spice sitting on one of the wooden shelves in the corner, and I scramble to make up a name. An identity. "I'm Saffron Eclaire" I give him no more information other than that, a fake name. I don't have a new plan worked out yet and I don't know how I'm supposed to navigate my mission if I'm inside the Horan Estate already, it's too soon to be here.

My goal had steps and I had skipped about 15 of them on accident.

"It's nice to meet you Saffron. although I have many concerns about why you were fleeing from palace guards-" upon the mention of guards, I can feel my heart skip a beat. "-Let's get you warmed up and fed first, if you are to see Mr. Horan himself and have him sort you out"

"sort me out?" I question Harry, eyeing the plate of buttered toast he slid my way across the table. "Why yes, ma'am. You cannot just appear on the grounds of Estate and think that Mr. Horan would overlook your presence here. You'll need a job if you are to reside here even temporarily and make a living"  I pick at a piece of the toast and slowly put it in my mouth, savoring the greasy taste. I haven't eaten in a few days, and never anything so fresh. The most I've been able to manage is thrown out scraps behind taverns, or the ones left for the wolves to finish off outside the doors of cottages in nearby villages. "How do you know I don't already have a place in which to reside?" My mouth was full of  bread, my brown eyes tracking his green ones as he lets out a loud laugh.

"I can tell you do not, simply by the way you look, and eat. Not to insult ma'am, but your dress is roughly stained and torn, and you are eating that bread as though you haven't eaten in weeks. You look very much in need of a place to live. In the kindest way, of course"  I don't take his words to heart, because deep down I know I must truly look like a wreck after all the weeks I've gone without a bath or a change of clothes. "I take no offense to your words, Harry. Your honesty is noted.” I see another smile pull from his lips before I turn back to my bread, finishing off the small plate he gave me before hearing his voice once more.

"If you are finished, I hope you wouldn't mind being escorted to the servants quarters to be drawn a bath? Not by me of course, that would be inappropriate, but Lucia can assist you with such task. When you are finished, I will be waiting outside the doors to escort you to Mr. Horan's chambers. Lucia is our resident kitchen cook, she tends to make a much better meal than I." He smiles. Now that I've had a good look at Harry, I can tell he is kind and hard working. He wore brown trousers with black leather boots, his white shirt now a bit dirty, and still wet. Earlier he had a cap, like a newsboy would, but now it’s evidently hanging on the hook by the entrance to the kitchen door we came through earlier. I couldn't help but feel as though I was lucky that Harry found me out by the wall, and not somebody else.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden presence arriving from a different archway on the other side of the kitchen. In walked a  young girl with black, curly hair, and the most vibrant hazel eyes. She smiled at both Harry and I, and I noticed how soft her features looked. Her nose was tiny like a button, and her teeth were hardly crooked. She surely was not a day over 22, at most. "This is Lucia. Lucia, this is Saffron. Normally Lucia would not be the one to escort you, Mr. Horan has other women to do that kind of job, but Lucia and I only some of the handful of workers that reside on the Estate overnight as a full time place to live" the explanation makes sense, Horan would have this place crawling with disposable women.

Figures.

I thank Harry before getting up and allowing Lucia to guide me to the bath, stopping in front of a pair of old oak doors. I watch as Lucia leans forward and opens the door for me, allowing me to step inside first before following behind and heading for a closet stowed away in the corner, pulling out two lavender towels after doing so. She points to a stool seated right beside the tub, a clean dress folded atop, followed by some undergarments. "I already prepared your clothing for when your bath is finished, Harry shall be waiting for you in about 10 minutes to take you to Mr. Horan" Lucia turns and gives me a once over before stepping behind me to help me lift my dress and untie my corset.

"Don't be nervous though, dear. You'll be okay as long you keep your head down and answer with 'yes sir' and 'no sir'. Do not hide anything from Mr. Horan, honesty is key at a place like this one" the last part feels hushed, but I listen still as Lucia gives me the whole run down before leaving me in my undergarments to begin my bath, having already drawn the water for it.

Once I step in, I can feel the steam rise off the edges of the tub before allowing myself to fully sink into it, the boiling water relaxing every muscle in my body. I let out a content sigh. Yeah, this was good. I've missed being able to bathe, and I've missed the feeling of being clean. I decide to scrub my hair under the water, trying to use my hands to get the most dirt out I can. It feels good to take care of the unruly mess and tangles of my hair, and I relish in the ability to brush it before deciding it was time to get out of the water, seeing how the temperature has gone from steaming hot to a lukewarm. I happily use the towels Lucia left me to dry off, before putting on the clothes she gave me and giving myself one good long look in the mirror.

My dark curly brown hair was much like Lucia's, when it was taken care of. I wore it in a way where it framed my face, hoping to cover many of my features. A pair of light brown eyes stared back at me in the reflection, and I felt like I could see every curve of my face for the first time. The slight bump in my nose, the way my mouth slightly parted when it rested, never really closing. I'm not sure what Mr. Horan will think.

Who cares? I don't know why it would matter to me anyways, I'm here for one purpose and one purpose only. I need to stay focused on my mission.

To successfully kill Mr. Horan and find my father.

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Authors Note:

Hey guys! It's hibiscuswhimsy :) I'm planning on making this story quite long, I've been reading a few castle era based fanfictions recently and have had a craving to write my own. I'm nervous about posting it of course, this will be my first published work overall, as well as it being an incompleted story and work  in progress. I'm hoping whoever reads this will stick with me! I love writing and I'd love to hear any plot suggestions as I continue to write and publish the chapters. I don't have an uploading schedule as of right now, but if this story gains traction and it turns out you're enjoying the tales of Saffron and Niall ;) I'll make sure to post on a more regular basis. Thank you for reading my first short chapter! It feels like a good introduction for what's to come. I am not exclusively a 1D fic writer,

I also plan on releasing independent smut in the future!!

Chapter One

"Great show, really, great performance, great atmosphere, and a really great crowd. You know I've seen a lot of sold out shows here and been on both the audience end and tour manager end and to have a crowd that respectful is kind of a rarity," you say closing the door behind you, letting the noise of the screaming fans dull around you.

It was the last night of a sold out tour and you could tell that Niall had originally been a little bit nervous. World famous venue, sold out, tour closer, a lot went into this night and he wanted to make sure everyone was happy. That was him, always caring about everyone else, even the "nobodies" behind the scenes that most artists ignore, like you, the tour manager.

"Thank you! It really felt like a good show, I feel really good about that closer," he says exasperated, making his way to the vanity chair in the dressing room. "Last nights are hard for me. I always want to end the tour on the highest note possible," leaning back in his chair he reaches both of his arms above his head and interlocks his fingers.

"Well I'd say you accomplished that." You say cheerfully and begin packing up your bags.

That was that. The same routine every night of tour. You speak about the show beforehand, go over the game plan, he does the show, you give him some thumbs ups during songs, the show ends, you sing his praises, and go on with your night. This would be the last time, until he plans another tour which knowing him would be a couple of years.

"Listen, before you go… well never mind," you zip your backpack up and stand straight to look at him, cocking your eyebrow. "I was just going to ask how you were feeling about tour ending and everything. I know for me it's a big change and I wanted to vent a little bit but I know you have better things to do,"

"No, no, no. I agree, it is a huge change, Niall. Don't be embarrassed about wanting to talk about it with someone that understands the experience." You cross the room to sit on the couch, leaning back and resting your feet gently on the table.

Niall smiles softly. "Thank you," he moves to sit beside you, "you know, I don't talk about it a lot but all of the changes that happen as a musician, the different phases of life that I go through in such a short time period, the demand of me…" he trails off. "It takes a lot out of me and truthfully I have a lot of anxiety surrounding it and it's lonely. I know, Mr rich and famous over here complai-"

"No." You cut him off, placing your hand on his knee. "Don't diminish your feelings," he places his hand on top of yours and you see him differently, you're knowing him now as Niall the person, not just Niall the musician. His eyes meet yours, and you both pause for a beat. Hand on hand, gaze meeting gaze, breathing the same air, and you swear he leans in just a bit but before you can process what's going on a knock on the door jolts him up.

"Hey Niall we're ready whenever you are," his driver says letting himself in.

"Oh of course, I'll be right there!" Niall says awkwardly, moving for the doorway, leaving you alone in his room with nothing but your thoughts and anxiety.

THIS MIGHT SEEM CONFUSING, SO...

ITALICS- THE STORY OF LAST NIGHT

REGULAR- PRESENT SCENARIO

INDENTED- LYRICS TO SLOW HANDS

You woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. Your eyes flutter open. You look around yourself and realize you were not at your home. Where were you?

You were at Niall's.

How you ended up here was still a mystery to you. Apparently, you were pretty drunk last night and now you have a hangover. Very slowly, you slide out from the plush duvet. Your eyes were wide open when you realized that you were stark naked from your waist down. On the upper half, you were wearing a thin, grey oversized shirt which obviously wasn't yours. You were wearing nothing besides that shirt.

You gasped.

"Please... Jesus Christ... I better not have lost it..." You mumble as you walk out of the room. You said so because you were a virgin.

You went to the living room and sure enough, Niall was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and a pencil in the other. Some papers rested on his lap.

He looked up and got up when he saw you. He was wearing his boxers. Nothing else. His hair were tousled in a sexy way. This sight alone was enough to make you weak on your knees.

He had a smirk plastered on his face. He stopped walking when he was directly in front of you. Then his face was expressionless. Your mind was swirling with questions. But one question that you really wanted to ask the most was,

"What happened?"

"You were," he replied. "A virgin?"

You look at your feet and nod your head. His intimidating presence could make you faint any time now. The word he said was enough to tell you what happened. He said it- 'were'. Past tense. Not anymore.

"What happened?" you repeat.

In response he shoved the papers into your chest and you put your hand on them to prevent them from falling. He walked away without saying a word. You read the title,

Slow Hands

Summary: Niall comes home wearing one of his snapback backwards and you can’t help yourself ;)

Warning: This is smutty!!!

I heard the door being unlocked and I knew Niall was home. The door opened and he walked in as I stood up and made my way over to greet him. He had his snapback on backward and wore a light blue button-up with jeans. I hadn't seen him wear a snapback backward in a while, and if I was being honest, I fucking loved it.

"Hey, love." he smiled at me, setting his things down and taking off his shoes.

"Hi. How was work?" I asked him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"It was good." he smiled, wrapping his around my waist.

I smiled and he leaned in before we shared a few kisses. I pulled away and placed my hand on his cheek, his scruff pricking my skin.

"I'm lovin' your hat t'day." I grinned.

"Oh yeah?" he grinned back and I bit my lip, nodding and humming in response. 

He began to run his hands up and down my back, stopping at my bum and squeezing lightly causing me to giggle against his lips. 

He moved his hands down to my thighs, acknowledging me to jump up onto his waist, which I did. With our lips still moving in sync, he began making his way towards our bedroom.

Arriving at our room, he laid me on my back, hovering over me, lips never breaking contact. His hand snaked up to my breast, massaging lightly over the fabric of my shirt. Moving his hand back down to the hem of my shirt, he started pulling up and I helped him get my shirt off, throwing it to the floor.   He reached up and began to take off his hat before I stopped him.

"Mm, no," I placed the hat back on his head, "Keep it on."

"Okay." he smirked, adjusting it comfortably on his head.

"Wait," he hummed to himself, taking off his hat, setting it next to us, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing off before smirking at me and putting his hat back on, biting my lip as I watched him.

Reattaching our lips, I hummed against his lips, running my fingernails across his chest, his fingers fumbling with my bra strap. I arched my back and unclipped my bra, throwing it with the rest of our clothes. 

"So beautiful." he smiled at me, his big hands cupping my breasts, running his thumb over my nipples as they hardened under his touch.

I blushed shyly, running my nails over his scruff, pulling him back down to kiss me. Running my hands up and down his back, I reached the waistband on his jeans. Slipping my fingers past them, I ran my nails across his adorable little bum. 

He giggled, sitting up and beginning to unzip his jeans, pushing them down his legs, leaving him in just his underwear and hat. He leaned back down, lips going straight to my neck. Leaving a trail of kisses from my neck all the way down to the waistband of my panties, he slipped his fingers in and slid them down my legs.

He smirked, hovering back over me, his fingers immediately making contact with my clit, rubbing it how he knows I like it.

"I love you." I whimpered in between kisses.

"I love you, too." he smiled back at me, running his finger up and down my slit to spread my wetness. 

I hummed, pushing at his chest, rolling us over so I was now on top. I began to grind my hips against his. He placed both hands on either side of my hips. His head fell back against the pillow, his hat making it uncomfortable. He switched it around so that it was facing forwards. 

"Fuck." he hummed. Continuing to grind on his hips, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his upper chest and collarbones.

I smirked and sat back up, watching him as he reacted to me take control and how my hips moved against his.

Teasing him, I pulled on the waistband of his briefs, revealing just his tip, running my thumb across it, squeezing it a little.

"Fuck (Y/N), you're fuckin' killin' me." he hummed, moving my hair to lay behind my shoulder and not covering my breasts before he cupped both of them in his big hands. 

Smirking, I began to push his briefs down lower and I stood up on my knees as he lifted his hips and pushed them down his legs.

Returning back to my original position of straddling him, our naked cores touching. 

He grabbed his member, running it up and down my clit teasingly before slipping it in. We both sighed in pleasure. I began to move against him, his hands placed on my hips, me pressing against his chest. 

Small whimpers escaped my mouth as I moved against him. His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as his fingers softly dug into my hips. I leaned down and tried to press a kiss to his lips but the brim of his hat hit my forehead, preventing us from kissing. 

"Sorry," he chuckled, flipping us over so he was now on top before swinging his hat backwards again. 

Pushing back into me, he leaned down and his lips molded together with mine. My tongue slipped out of my mouth, running across his bottom lip before taking it in between my teeth and pulling back slightly. 

"Shit, I love you so much." he panted against my lips as I ran my fingernails up and down his back.

"I lo-ah" I tried to say it back but my breath got caught in my throat, preventing anything from coming out except small whimpers.

He smirked, grabbing onto my breast and squeezing in pleasure. Leaning back down, he continued to kiss me like there was no tomorrow.

I could feel my orgasm rising as he continued to love on me. He grabbed onto my leg, lifting it up and hooking it over his shoulder, giving us a deeper and more heavenly penetration. 

"Ooh, fuck." I chuckled breathlessly, running my fingers through his hair, tugging softly.

He smiled at me, breathing heavily before leaning down and pressing kisses to my neck and jaw. Beginning to circle my hips under him he moaned out, speeding up his movements. 

I ran my hands from his shoulders and up and down his back, whimpering in pleasure.

I let myself contract around him and his breath caught in his throat, "Fuck, ya know I love when ya squeeze around me like that, yeah? Feels so fuckin' good."

I groaned, his suddenly dirty words bringing me even closer.

"Shit, fuck, baby, I'm-I'm" I tried to say but my moans and whimpers wouldn't let me speak.

"I know Princess, me too." he hummed, pressing his lips to mine.

He grunted, his hand sliding in between our sweaty bodies and placing his fingers on my clit, rubbing it to give me extra pleasure and bring me closer to my orgasm.

I moaned out loudly.

"Yeah, you like that, baby?" he smirked breathlessly.

I panted, nodding my head, "Yeah, ooh yeah."

I could feel that my orgasm was just around the corner and I began to softly dig my fingernails into his shoulder blade. Letting my eyes open to look at him, with his hat on and his eyes squeezed shut, face contorted in pleasure. Fuck. Just the look of him got me going.

I felt him twitch inside of me and his moans got louder by the second, I knew he was really close.

"Fuck," he panted, his orgasm taking over his body as his breath got caught in his throat once more and he released all in me. 

The warm feeling of him and the noises he made were just enough to send me over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I repeated as my orgasm slowly began to take over my entire body, filling me with euphoria. 

"Oh god! Niall!" I screamed sinfully, grabbing onto the sheets and tugging harshly as he helped me through my orgasm. The room was filled with our loud moans and the smell of sex.

Coming down from our highs, Niall pulled out of me and softly laid his body on top of mine. I giggled breathlessly, wrapping my arms around him. He began pressing kisses to my collarbone, I smiled softly.

"I should wear this hat more often, shouldn't I?" he teased, looking up at me.

"Yeah." I nodded breathlessly, looking down at him.

He moved off of my body, falling onto his side next to me, welcoming me into his warm chest, holding me close.

"I love you." he mumbled, pressing a kiss to my head. 

"I love you, too." 

"Let's go make dinner together, yeah?" he offered. 

Niall rents a special Airbnb and you two have some fun in the hot tub…

THIS IS PURE SMUT, THEY FUCK IN A HOT TUB, MINORS DNI

Niall climbs into the hot tub first, carfully walking down the steps. Turning around, he gently grabs your hands to lead you in. "Careful, love," he almost whispers as your foot hits the hot water. Illuminated by the moon and the purple LED lights peeking out from under the water, you meet Niall in an embrace once you are fully in the water. 

"Thank you for this," you say wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Anything for you love, come sit next to me," You make yourself comfortable sitting on the steps next to Niall, letting the heat of the water relax you. He turns to you and your gazes meet for a moment, "you are just so beautiful. I need you to know that, and I don't know how I got lucky enough to get you in my life," and he kisses you deeply. 

His words warm you, and you pull him in for a deeper kiss, carefully climbing onto his lap to straddle him, taking both sides of his face in your cupped hands, as your tongue hungrily laps at the inside of his mouth. He lets out a soft grunt, that tells you everything you need to know, and starts moving his kisses along your neck. Reaching behind your back, he unties your bikini top stings letting it fall into the water. "Oops," he says smirking, and reaches down to take one of your full breasts into his mouth. You feel him growing harder in your lap, and are desperate to have him inside of you. 

"Ni-" You start, but are quickly cut off by his lips on yours.

"I know baby… I know…" He whispers into your ear. Greedily you reach down and palm him through the thin fabric of his swim shorts, feeling him grow harder in your hand. Niall lets out a low grunt, running one hand through your hair, the other gripping your breast.

"I need these off…" You mutter, and he makes quick work of fulfilling your request, as his cock springs up against his abs. Feeling his length in the small space between you two, you feel your core heating even more, if that was possible. Unable to wait any longer you slide your bikini bottoms to the side, and reposition yourself, letting his thick cock fill you, slowly inch by inch, as you glide down. Niall groans at the feeling and that alone combined with the sensations from the water almost sends you over the edge already. "Fuck, ni" you moan. 

"Baby, if you keep making noises like that, I'm not going to last," Niall says looking deeply into your eyes, thrusting slowly. 

"I'm not worried about that. We have all night," you state, beginning to ride him, your pace increasing with your need. Noticing your breathing becoming more rapid by the second, niall moves to place two fingers gently against your clit, the fabric of your bikini bottoms adding delicious friction. "Oh my god, Niall," you moan, and Niall knows you're getting close. 

"I know, love, go ahead and cum for me. Be a good girl and let me feel that pretty little cunt of yours squeezing around my cock," his words sending you over the edge, you ride out your release on him, your head thrown into his shoulder as you struggle to catch your breath, but Niall doesn't stop, you suddenly feel him twitching inside of you, knowing the feeling of your orgasm is sending him into his own release. His gentle panting confirming what you could already feel, he reaches up and gently moves your hair out of your face. "You're so fucking perfect, love"

"What would you say to a round 2 somewhere a little more dry?" you ask, leaning in for a kiss. 

Smut, 18+, basically a quickie in a bathroom :)

“Baby… we can’t” Niall says cupping your face in both of his hands, “look at me, I’m serious,” he says forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Just once…” you plead reaching your hands out to touch his hard chest. “I’ll make it happen quickly….” You smirk…

Losing all of his resolve with those words he sighs “get on the counter” he demands lifting you onto the bathroom sink.

He was probably right, you were at a huge PR event. His name was in the title, on the signs, and everyone was waiting for him. A night for business opportunities and making impressions. You had to be on your best behavior, and honestly you were until you saw him in his suit, talking to others in that sexy accent like a real professional businessman, which technically you guess he was, but to you he was just yours.

“You’re going to be the death of me, I hope you know that,” he says nibbling at your neck, gently pushing your hair out of his way.

“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” you palm him through his dress pants feeling him already hard for you. He blushes and gently removes the strap of your dress pushing it down your shoulder to free a perky nipple for him to suck on.

“Pretty sure I have to go give a speech in about 6 minutes…”

“Then stop playing around and fuck me already”

He slaps your ass hard and gently places his hand around your throat, “you still don’t get to be a brat to me, love, or I swear I will punish you for this attitude the second we walk through the door tonight. Understood?”

“Yes,” you mumble, barely audible.

“What?” He demands with another spank.

“Yes, sir,” you say louder.

“Good girl,” he says roughly inserting himself into you, wasting no time to take your clothes off, instead pushing your dress up, shoving your lacy panties to the side, and holding you up with one hand, the other still resting on your neck in case you decided to catch an attitude with him again.

“Shhh” he says squeezing your throat gently after eliciting a moan from you “or I’m going to have to gag that pretty little mouth. You know nobody can hear us, or we’ll be in trouble. And if we get in trouble here, you are going to be in even worse trouble at home,”

You nod, but the feeling of him placing his thumb delicately against your clit and circling it while not letting up on his thrusts in the slightest made it hard to stay true to your promise. Your breathing picks up, tiny moans escaping against your will. Niall chuckles and places a hand over your mouth.

“Just shut up and let me fuck you, love,” he says, his words demanding but his tone gentle. He kisses your forehead once and puts both of his hands behind your back, railing into you hard and fast. You struggle to keep yourself upright as his breathing quickens and you feel him finding his release inside of you.

Leaning his forehead against yours he kisses you gently, pulls his own pants up, and jogs to the bathroom door. “Oh, I love you, don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you at home,” he turns and says, winking before and rushing to make the speech that he was (you check your watch) 3 minutes late for.