Niall took his time undressing me fully, kissing sweetly every revealed spot. He keeps kissing me passionately, and I don’t have the will to stop him. 

I reflexively hook my legs around his hips, locking our bodies together in a tight embrace. I break the kiss to breathe but his mouth attacks my neck, making me moan and groan in approval.

He nips and bites the skin, marking me as his over the previous hickeys. Niall licks the sensitive skin, making me grab his head to bring him even closer.

I feel his hands groping my breasts possessively, and I grind my hips with his to excite him more than he already is. His clothes annoy me a lot very suddenly, since I’m the only one naked. I pull lightly at his shirt and at the rim of his pants. He gets the message quite rapidly, breaking the kiss to undo his belt with shaking fingers.

I resume kissing him, and he groans on lips as my hands go to his lower body, helping him undo his belt and get out of his pants. Once done, Niall threw them across the room with the rest of his clothes. The Irish boy then proceeded to take of his shirt, revealing a toned upper body and abs. I stare in awe, seeing him fully in the light for the first time. He smirks and breaks my frozen state with a languorous kiss.

His clothes taken care of, Niall’s hands head between my thighs, tracing slow, sensual circles, which earns a loud moan from my mouth. His head gets breath-takingly close to my clit, giving it a shy lick with his tongue. I shudder and grab the leather of the couch tightly in my hands. My face still twisted in pleasure, Niall continues tongue-fucking me while his hands rub my clit roughly.

All of a sudden, I can’t help feeling that it isn’t right to enjoy what he’s doing to me and I stop moving and breathing altogether, closing my eyes tightly and hugging my arms to myself. 

Niall clearly felt me tense up because his head lifted up and his body went up against mine, before kissing me. I don’t respond to the kiss and I can almost visualize his confused face in my mind.

“Come on Soph….. I want you to feel this.” He said pleadingly.

“But it is wrong!” I can’t help sobbing.

“Something’s scaring you right?” He asks. I open my eyes and nod. “Gosh your eyes are just so blue when you cry…” he sighed. 

I look away, not wanting to fall for his compliments.

“Sophie…. Love. What’s scaring you?”

“Niall. It hurts! You boys clearly aren’t the ones who receive the pain when it happens! You’re getting all the pleasure! ” I whimper, melting at his worried look.

“What if I promise you it won’t hurt at all?” he proposes in his sexy accent while turning my head to face him, making me fall into his eyes again.

“How can you promise that?” I whimper.

“Do you trust me?” he shot back. I nod my head yes carefully. “Then focus on the pleasure, and only the pleasure, as I do this.” He carefully inserted two fingers inside me. 

The first thing I did was moan. He was right: I didn’t see his fingers coming so I didn’t think about the pain they would do to me. My body rapidly started buzzing with need, and my instincts kicked in, making me buck my hips and groan again. 

“Want more?” His voice dripped with lust and desire. I moan and nod my permission. “Keep your eyes closed.” He advised. I felt him move and curl his digits inside me, but shakily, as if he were doing something else with his other hand. Juices were rapidly dripping down my thighs and onto the couch. I whimpered a little as another finger entered my swollen clit.

“Niall…. More…. Please”

My desires are rapidly fulfilled as he, to my great surprise, thrust his entire length in me. I was astounded, to a point where the pain was dull and absent. I sighed in pleasure as Niall rested inside me motionless, kissing me and whispering tender words in my ear.

“I’m ready Niall,” I said as the pleasure took over like a wave. His thrusts were slow and passionate, putting everything he could into each of them. My high was already close, due to the lone pleasure his lovemaking caused. My little leprechaun kissed me, and I orgasmed hard, grabbing onto him like he was a lifejacket holding me above sea-level. His movements got sloppier, and he kissed me again before releasing with a grunt inside me. 

He held me against him for a few seconds, before pulling his cock out.

“So… Did I break my promise?” He asked, panting. 


He smiled genuinely, and got off the cum covered couch. 

There was a feeling of well being-inside me and I couldn’t help smiling back to him.

He got dressed and helped clothing me like Harry did, though I was fully awake this time. I looked back at the couch.

“Isn’t the management going to say something about this?” I giggled slightly, feeling tipsy.

“They won’t give a damn.” He shrugged, before giving me a quick peck on the lips and pulling me outside of his “room”. He walked down the silent corridor, before taking the door where the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I ask, worried.

“I have to bring you back to Harry.” He said reluctantly.

“But you said….”

“I don’t care what I said. I have to give you back to Harry, and keep the band a band. If I don’t, the guys are all going to be cross at me and then One Direction will probably split. It can’t be a girl’s fault that a boyband is torn apart.” He spit back harshly. I felt like I had been slapped, and all the building kindness I had had for Niall disappeared. I wanted to run away from him, but he read me like a book and grabbed me before I had fully turned around.

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