A/N: am i your fairy godmother or what because you asked and i granted enjoy the chapter, ya filthy animals
(And at this point I think everybody knows what (!) means but if you don't it means, um, like...sexual content
why am I even warning you though you all wanted this)
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"By the way I was wondering, would you call me princess during sex?" I mutter out tiredly, snuggling into Niall's soft body.
"Of course."
"Really?"
"You're my baby princess. At all times." Niall nods, throwing an arm over me. "And you'd look like a proper princess moaning my name."
I raise an eyebrow. "Just don't expect me to call you Daddy."
Niall laughs, "You might, after I'll be done with you."
I raise my eyebrows again and laugh, before giving him a small kiss. "Niall, you're very pretty."
"You're very pretty too." Niall smiles softly, kissing my forehead.
I stare at Niall's face for a couple seconds; just admiring how perfect he actually was, before pressing my mouth against his. (Today has been a bit of a makeout and cuddle day, but I'm not complaining.)
Niall --much too my surprise-- lets out a small moan and grabs my shirt, pulling me into his lap again.
"Could you take your shirt off for me, princess?" Niall whispers gently and I instantly comply, tugging my shirt off.
I'm actually beyond whipped at this point in this relationship; Niall could ask me to stab somebody and no questions would be asked. (I've begun to feel like my only purpose on this earth is to do what Niall wants.)
Niall kisses my jaw, "You're so beautiful. My pretty little princess."
I hum, treading my fingers through Niall's soft hair, before my hands grab his shirt. "T-take it off." I mumble and Niall kisses my forehead before removing his shirt too.
"Bedroom?" Niall mumbles in my ear, nipping at my earlobe. I hum in reply and just as I'm about to stand up, Niall picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder.
"What the hell!" I giggle, punching his back as he carries me, "Put me down! I don't want to fall on my face, Niall. I have a fear of heights."
"I wouldn't drop you for the world." Niall laughs, throwing me on the bed and crawling on top of me.
He gives me a quick kiss then his mouth meets my neck again.
Love bites; I assumed that's what he was doing but they were a bit more painful then pleasuring.
"Harry Styles," Niall towers over me, supporting himself by his hands and I glance up at him, feeling vulnerable. "Where is your sweet spot?"
My eyes dart from Niall's heated face to his built chest and I'm suddenly overwhelmed. "I-I don't have one--?"
I'm cut off by a deep tumbling chuckle in Niall's throat. "You look really cute when you're flustered."
I don't reply, because after that Niall whispers, "Is your sweet spot your collarbone, princess? You never let me near there..." He trails off curiously, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I don't k-know." Why the bloody fucking hell am I stuttering right now, Niall's acting cocky and confident I'm al shy and insecure.
Niall gives me a soft smile and cocks up an eyebrow. "Let's see."
A second later Niall is nipping at my collarbones, glancing up at me every view seconds to watch my face as I hold back a few unwanted moans.
"How far are you willing to go with me, princess?" Niall murmurs, kissing my chest.
"I've literally only had sex twice, both with girls." I mutter. "I didn't like it very much. Girls are... Annoying. Too needy."
"No sex then." Niall teases, showering my face in kisses. "And we need a safety word."
"A safety word?"
"Yeah, a safety word; so when I do fuck your pretty little arse I know you won't tear your anus, princess."
How big does that make his dick?!
I don't ask though, because there isn't a casual way to ask somebody how big their dick is.
"How romantic," I laugh, "Make it... Red. Red'll be the safety word."
"Red?" Niall whispers, kissing my nose. "Okay. What do you want me to do, princess?"
"I don't know what I want."
"You know that blowjob I wanted," Niall says in a quiet voice. "How about we reverse the card, yeah?"
I don't even get to give consent, because Niall's hands slip into my sweatpants, palming me through my boxers.
"Don't hold back," Niall whispers in a hushed tone, his lips brushing over mine, "I bet you're moans are as pretty as you are, princess."
"Niall--" I'm cut off by a small sound that leaves my mouth that resembles a low moan.
Niall raises his eyebrows, a surprised smile playing on his lips. "More like it, princess."
I nod in reply, unable to speak in slight fear that an unwanted moan might come out.
"My pretty little princess..." Niall trails off, kissing my forehead. "Is that what you are, hmm? Mine?"
I nod feverishly, bucking my hips. "Yours. All yours."
Niall chuckles and removes his hand, tugging my sweats off, then looks back up at me. "You sure you want to do this? I don't want to force you, babe."
"Positive," It's a blow job, the worst he could do is bite my dick off (hopefully he isn't that kinky).
Niall's unsure look quickly flips to a cocky and confident look as he shoves a hand into my boxers.
"Jesus Christ," I whisper as his thumb circles my tip.
Niall just bites his lip and concentrates on my face, focusing on how much I was enjoying it.
My eyes catch his and he actually winks, a small smirk playing at his mouth as he crawls down until he's facing my crotch.
He gently tugs off my boxers, then moans at the sight; kissing the base of my dick. "So pretty, princess." He mumbles out and I let out a small moan, followed by a whimper as Niall licks a stripe on the underside of my penis.
"Niall," I breathe out, unable to finish the sentence as Niall suddenly takes it all into his mouth at once.
I subconsciously arch my back and moan again, this time loud enough for Niall to hum in approval.
"Oh my God." I whimper, my knuckles almost as white as the bedsheets from the grip I have on them. My hands then loosen the sheets and find their way into Niall's hair, who's expertly bobbing his head, treating my dick like a proper Popsicle.
I almost start crying when Niall's teeth softly graze my dick, then he pulls away with a small pop; giving me small kitten licks.
"Niall," Manages to escape my mouth.
"What do you need, princess?" Niall's voice is manlier and raspy and I almost moan just at his voice.
"You're so fucking hot, Niall." I moan, as he flicks his wrist; I then advert my gaze from him to look up at the ceiling (to gain some sanity), but then he laughs cutely at my praise.
"Thanks, baby." He mumbles with a hint of proudness in his voice, as he thumbs my tip again.
"Please." I whisper, screwing my eyes shut.
"Please what, princess?" Niall asks softly.
Instead of talking, I pull gently at the hair on the nape of his neck and whine, which causes him to let out a soft laugh, "Whatever you like, princess."
Niall takes the head into his mouth again, his tongue swirling around the tip. I quickly fall absolutely apart, moaning high and loud, desperately trying to shut up but I cant.
Then Niall's bobbing again, doing things with his tongue that are just so fucking sinful I actually fear I might start full-on sobbing into my pillow.
Instead, I let out a soft string of whimpers, as Niall's teeth graze my dick again. My mind goes blissfully blank for a second, tsunami waves worth of pleasure crashing over me before I feel the familiar twist of a knot in my stomach.
I open my mouth to give Niall some sort of warning, but then I'm letting out a string of profanities and pulling at Niall's hair as relief crashes over me.
I stay with my eyes screwed shut for a few seconds; my whole body blissfully numbed, and I start to question if I was dead or not from the lack of consciousness I feel.
"Niall?" I murmur.
"Yeah?"
"Holy fuck." I whisper opening one eye and he actually left the bed, chuckling to himself.
"Holy fuck alright."
"I'd you swallow it all?" I ask in a hushed tone, like it's a forbidden question.
"I was deep-throating your dick and you orgasmed, it wasn't like I had a choice." Niall wipes the corner of his mouth but I notice that half-heartedly, because Niall sounds like he swallowed gravel and it's really freakin' hot.
I let out a small laugh, "I tried to warn you."
"I know, all I heard was my name then every swear word I knew." Niall mumbles with a laugh, going through my drawers until he finds boxers and throws them at me.
I lazily tug them on, then sigh happily as I feel the dip of my bed and Niall's arms wrap around me.
"I'm falling for you," Niall mutters against my forehead. "You cheeky little shit. I don't want to."
I let out a small laugh, "Don't worry, it's mutual."
"Goodnight, pretty princess," Niall kisses my forehead, "You were amazing today. And don't worry about Isabella-- I only care about you."
I feel my heart swell at how adorable Niall is, and I mumble out a: "Goodnight, Niall."
And I swear for a moment, I hear him mumble out: "I think I love you."
But like, he wouldn't. He couldn't. (Even though I secretly wish he did.)
I look up at him and his eyes are closed, so he's probably asleep.
"Staring is impolite." He grumbles, proving me wrong.
"Did you say something?" I question.
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"Did you?" I press with a raised eyebrow.
He kisses my forehead, "I think we're the both hurricanes, Harry Styles. And we all know what happens when hurricanes collide."
A disaster.
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A/N: the worst part of this chapter is that i think it's my longest yet. my longest chapter is fucking porn I just
I'm regretting this chapter already so I'm just going to post it before my common sense tricks me out of it
Questions:
1. what's the most embarrassing thing you've done around somebody you liked (more embarrassing the better because I did something stupid on wednesday)
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2. do people want a chapter in Niall's point of view orrrr noooo
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