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I had moved out of my parents home and into Niall’s not very long ago. I just turned 18, and my parents decided to hate me all of a sudden. Niall had been my boyfriend for only a few months so far, but he immediately allowed me access to his home. I logged off the computer and sat on the large sofa in the middle of the living room. This still didn’t feel like my home. I missed my parents a lot, but most of all I missed my sister. Being away from them made me realize that they actually meant a lot to me. But Niall meant more, because he had never hurt me. Thinking of all the mean things I saw on twitter and the problems with my family sent me over the edge. I started to cry uncontrollably. I heard the door unlock, and tried to cover my face from Niall. But my long (your hair color) hair didn’t help.
“Baby I’m home!” Niall yelled. He didn’t realize that I was not that far away from him. “Hi.” I said quietly, trying to steady my voice. “What’s wrong, (y/n)? If it’s because I’m late, I’m sorry and it won’t happen again. I promise.” Niall said, coming over to sit by me. His face growing with concern. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that everything has been going kind of rough.” I told him. He undid his tie so that it sat loosely around his collarbones and opened the first few buttons, showing his undershirt. “I know babe. I’m sorry.” He said while wiping away my tears with his thumb and softly caressing my face. He picked me up and set me on his lap. He then began kissing my cheeks then my lips. His soft, hot lips making my cold ones light up and tingle. Slowly he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off of me. I suddenly got the urge to need him inside of me. I got up off his lap and pushed him onto the couch.
I climbed on top of him and started sucking and biting his neck. Every time I bit his skin, he gasped slightly, but his large erection grew. I stopped biting him and began to grind on Niall, hard and sexy. He moaned. Not wasting any time, I unzipped his pants and pulled off his and my underwear. “(y/n). Do you want to go slow?” He asked, for my sake more than his. I could tell he liked the way this was going. I didn’t respond. I climbed back on top of him and slowly slid myself down onto him. Niall groaned loudly. He stretched me out to my limits. I smiled, knowing if I didn’t give myself time to adjust, it would hurt and that’s what I wanted. I went faster and faster, the intense pain turned into pleasure. His head flung back as I sat down on him completely and filled myself wholly. The vein in his neck began to be more prominent when I slowly moved my hips in circles. “Just like that.” He whimpered.
I felt myself close and just as I was about to orgasm, Niall met me halfway. He lifted himself sitting up slightly. He grabbed onto my back, grabbing my shirt that I hadn’t bothered to take off. He pumped in and out of me harder than I could have done on my own. My orgasm suddenly overpowered me, and I went limp in his arms as he continued to thrust into me, sucking on my neck. Then his juices spilled into me making me shiver with delight. I laid on top of him, both of us only partially clothed.“ Wow.” He said. “That was incredible.” I told him, feeling completely spent. “Don’t let anyone get to you. You’re too perfect for that.” Niall said, looking into my (Your eye color) eyes. “Niall, don’t…” I began to say, but he put his hands around my face and looked me in the eyes. “(y/n), you are beautiful. Do not let people get you upset.” He told me, and finally I believed him.
