Since Directioners are the most perverted of fandoms, I felt this blog was necessary! Feel free to send in your oneshots about any member or bromance!
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can someone write one where you are both virgins please and thank you!
“FUCK YOU, NIALL!” I Yell as my best friend goes through my jar. It was my jar of secrets, and he promised he would never open them up. He lied, he was waiting in my room and he read them. “he kissed my cheek today!” Niall yelled through the house. That little Irish fucker. I’m going to kill him one day! I was in my bath towel chasing him around, almost dropping my towel over and over again.
Storyline: Y/N gets dumped and goes to Niall for comfort…
“I fucking hate him so much! How can he do this to me?” I was pacing around Niall’s living room, hands flying through the air and my voice raised while he was sitting on the couch, wearing a stern expression.
“Just because some slut will hop into his bed the first night and I won’t! Urgh! Men!” I was still fuming because a guy I had been seeing for a couple of weeks had dumped me for a slutty girl.
“Calm down, Y/N,” Niall tried to soothe me, but I stopped pacing and glared at him.
“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down, you would have done the same! Why, Niall? Why can guys not understand that we have principles?” I was screaming at the top of my lungs, but Niall knew better than to engage in a fight with me. He got up and walked over, taking my hands, making me stop moving around. We locked eyes and my anger slightly faded when I saw his concerned expression.
“I wouldn’t have done the same. You are beautiful, and funny and hot, and it’s his own fault that he dumped you,” he said calmly and my expression softened. The anger went away and sadness came.
“Clearly, he didn’t think so,” I pouted, suddenly overcome by insecurities. Niall smiled and stroked his thumb down my cheek.
“Well, I’m telling you that you’re hot and you better believe me,” he said and I tried to smile, but failed miserably at it.
“But you’re my best friend, you’re supposed to think so, even if I were dead-ugly,” I replied and Niall chuckled before he engulfed me in a tight embrace. I sighed and buried my head in his neck, inhaling his typical scent.
His hands stroked softly down my back, and we stayed like this for a couple of minutes, finding comfort in each others’ presence. He was humming softly while his fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt and he stroked over my exposed skin. His touch was more than comforting, and I gasp slightly. I had never thought of Niall as more than a friend, but he was gorgeous, even I had to admit that. My hands wandered from the small of his back to his exposed shoulders, and I gripped at them tightly, pressing even more against his body.
“Y/N…,” Niall said with a low voice, a hint of warning in his tone. I detached the upper half of my body and looked at him. His eyes were dark and his cheeks flushed.
“What?” I asked confused.
“If you rub yourself against me like that, I’m gonna get turned on, sweetie,” he said and my eyes widened before I laughed loudly. Niall looked hurt at my reaction, but I embraced him again.
“Niall, baby, I know I’m not hot enough to turn you on, so stop talking rubbish,” I said into his neck, my body still shaking with laughter. He detached himself from me harshly and held me at arms’ distance, looking at me with a serious expression.
“Okay, you’re gunna listen to me, and you’re gunna listen good, alright?” he said and I nodded my head while my eyes were wide. What was he up to?
“Stop fucking putting yourself down. You, Y/N, are one of the hottest chicks I’ve ever met, and even more, you have a great personality. That guy is a complete wanker for choosing another chick over you. I would never do a stupid thing like that,” he said while our eyes were locked on each other.
I gulped and searched his eyes for any sign that he was lying to me. I couldn’t find one.
“You wouldn’t?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. He shook his head firmly before leaning his forehead against mine, engulfing my face with both his hands. I sighed and longed for his proximity, my body curving against his tightly.
“Can’t you see?” he said after a couple of seconds, his face still awfully close.
“What, Niall?” I asked, excited and scared of what he would say. But instead of replying, he tilted my face up by my chin, and his lips found mine. My heart dropped about ten stories, and I felt my knees get weak as he softly pressed them against mine, retreating after a couple of seconds.
“I’ve always been in love with you, and it hurts that you can’t see it,” he whispered and I stared at him. Niall was in love with me? Thoughts were flying through my head like swallows before the storm, and a thousand possible scenarios for how this confession could ruin it all played in my mind. But then I did the one thing that I wanted to do for so fucking long, even if I never admitted it to myself: I kissed Niall back.
My hands wrapped around his neck and my body pressed longingly against his while I connected our lips again. I let my tongue trace down his bottom lip and he opened willingly. Fisting my hair in one of his hands, he deepened the kiss, our tongues engaging in a passionate dance. I sighed into the kiss, feeling so at ease with him. And it was just heavenly. We licked and teased, bit and nibbled and slowly, made our way to the couch. He laid me down and hoovered above me, cupping my face with one of his hands while I smiled at him warmly.
“So beautiful,” he whispered before attaching his lips to my neck, continuing his work. I moaned loudly and wriggled my body underneath his weight, welcoming the feeling. My hands roamed around his back, and I tugged on his shirt, wanting it off. Niall detached himself from my neck for a second and slipped it over his head, grinning at me. I grinned and pushed him back, so that he fell on the couch with a soft thud. I get rid of my own shirt and straddled him, attaching my lips to his gorgeous chest. Placing open-mouthed kisses over his chest and neck, he moaned at my touch, and his hands quickly undid my bra. I hoisted myself up to give him a good look on my tits, and his eyes widened for a second before he put his hands on them, flicking his thumb over my nipples. I moaned at his touch and arched my back, grinding against his already prominent bulge.
“No teasing, Y/N. I need you,” he whispered almost, and I smiled at him before I got to work on his zipper. I undid his pants, and he wriggled out of them. Sliding my leggings off as well, we were now both in our underwear.
“Jump,” he commanded when he stepped to me and I slung my legs around his hips, kissing him again. He started moving, and we were soon in his bedroom, where he softly laid me down on the bed. His mouth wandered down my front, and he slid down my panties with his teeth, grazing my sensitive skin. I was a wriggling and moaning mess in his hands.
“Fuck…” I groaned when he parted my legs and stroked over my folds with his fingers. He smiled at me before attaching his lips to my core, making me scream. His tongue flicked over my sensitive nerve ends and I closed my eyes in pleasure. My hands stroked through his dishevelled hair, fisting and tugging on it when his tongue hit the right place.
“Oh my god, Niall, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned when I felt my orgasm build up. He was a natural, and when he inserted two fingers into me as well, I was close to falling apart. I could feel him grinning against my core while I groaned particularly loud, and he gripped my thigh tightly with his free hand. He let it slide down my front, parting my folds to get access to the sensitive bundle of nerves and flicked his tongue over it while pumping his fingers in and curling them up.
“Fucking hell!” I cursed loudly when my orgasm set in, shooting a feeling of never-ending sensation through my whole body, and making me feel like I was on another planet. I wriggled and moved while riding it down, and Niall lazily licked over my pussy while I did so. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him up close to my face, giving him a passionate kiss.
“That was spectacular,” I whispered against his lips and let my hand slide down his front and into the waistband of his boxers, palming his erect member. He groaned at my touch and pushed himself into my hand. I grinned and slid down the fabric, revealing his throbbing dick.
“Fuck me, Niall. Show me how much you want me,” I whispered seductively, teasing him. He groaned and positioned his tip at my entrance, stroking over my swollen nub. I let out a strangled moan, needing him in me so badly. Slowly, he inserted himself, first the tip, and then the shaft, and I was struggling to keep a straight head. He was just so big and thick.
After letting me adjust for a moment, he started moving, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm. I curve my body, arching my back so that he had the perfect access; all the while profanities were slipping out of my mouth. Niall propped himself up and thrusted faster, a concentrated look on his face. I squeezed my own boobs, needing something to hold on to while he was making my inner walls shiver.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Niall moaned and I grinned happily. He then propped one leg over his shoulder and I screamed lightly at the new sensation. Niall would probably be the first guy to make me cum during the actual fucking, I could already feel it.
His thrusts became even faster and harder, and I was having a more than hard time not to fall apart. He locked eyes with me, and for a second, I forgot everything. I forgot his huge dick inside me, stretching my walls, and I also forgot that some idiot guy had just dumped me. All I could think of at that moment was that this was the guy I wanted to be with. And by the look on his face, he wanted it, too. He smirked and leant down to kiss me, and that was when I totally lost control. Moaning into his mouth, my second orgasm of the night sent in, taking Niall with me seconds later.
We both cursed and moaned, and I could feel his member throbbing inside me. Niall collapsed on my chest, panting and sweating slightly. I ruffled his hair, still breathless and absolutely exhausted. He slid out of me a few seconds later, and fell back on the sheets next to me. A few minutes passed before one of us spoke again.
“Do you see it now?” he finally said, referring to what he had said to me before. I smiled and rolled over, resting my head on his chest. He was stroking down my back soothingly, looking at me with a curious expression.
“I do. And I feel the same way,” I whispered before I kissed him long and passionate. I did not care about the other guy anymore. All I wanted; all I needed was right here with me. Niall. He was mine now.
‘Happy Mother’s day!’ I woke up by my two kids running into my room and jumping on my bed. ‘Hey little ones, couldn’t you just let me sleep a little longer?’ I sleepily said, but I was smiling at my two girls, who had crawled into bed with me. ‘No! We made breakfast!’ June , the youngest, said. ‘Shh! That was a surprise stupe!’ said Jessy, placing her hand over June’s mouth. June’s eyes became big, and, covered by Jessy’s hand, she mumbled something sounding like sorry. ‘Don’t call your sister a stupe Jessy.’ I said, but smiled because my girls were so sweet.
“Come on,” you grumble and your fist hits the steering wheel, hard. You had been stuck in this line of traffic for the past hour and Niall had already texted and called you wondering where you were. You had gotten off of work and you had practically ran to your waiting car in the lot. You and Niall had big plans that night and you had to be ready in time. Your original plan was to get home, shower, and then meet up with Louis and Eleanor for dinner. But as you wait behind the truck that seemed like it never moved in the past thirty minutes, you began to worry you wouldn’t make it home in time. “Thank you,” you say loudly and you finally let off on the break.
I was sitting on the couch when my four year old came running into the room. She plopped on the couch next to me, “Mommy?” I looked at her and smiled, “Yeah, babe?” She reach over and took my finger into her tiny hand, “I need you to come with me” she said, standing up. I got up off the couch and looked at her, “Lead the way, darling” She took off towards the kitchen and I followed her. She opened the backdoor and went out. I followed behind her and gasped. “What’s this?” I asked as I took in the lights that were hung all over the back porch. “Daddy and me made you dinner!” She said excitedly.
Since it’s Mother’s Day, I thought I’d do one where Niall has a child and you two are engaged. Enjoy!! Xx Not my best Work by the way.
can someone make where y/n woke up in the middle of the night really horny and then she texted her boyfriend zayn about it, then she waited for him but niall came and then they you know?
Can someone please write a story where Y/N slept basically naked & is under the covers & Zayn comes early in the morning from work & tries to wake her up by laying on top of her and dry humping in his underwear and so on? Please? Thank you. Xx
