St. Patrick’s Day Sex: A bit of festive fun with everyone’s favorite Leprechaun ;)
It’s March 17th, and you’re expecting Niall home from the boys’ tour soon. Just as soon as you finish making dinner, you hear the unmistakable sound of keys in the lock.
“Hi babe,” you hear Niall call as he approaches the kitchen, “I’m home, and I am-”
“Hungry?” you laugh, turning to meet him at the doorway, where you give him a huge hug.
He grins sheepishly. “You know me too well.”
“I know,” you laugh, “But that’s why I have dinner already made.”
“You. Are. Amazing.” Niall says, punctuating each word with a kiss.
“Yes, well.” You lightly swat at his bum, “Now go eat.”
He slides into a chair and starts practically inhaling the mountains of food you put out. Judging by his groans of pleasure, he’s missed your cooking quite a bit. But the appreciative noises he’s making aren’t just raising your ego… Already, you feel yourself getting incredibly turned on- clearly, Niall has been away for far too long.
You decide to speak up. “And then if you’re hungry for a little something else…” you trail off suggestively, undoing the top two buttons of your top.
He looks up from where he has just finished filling his plate for the third time. “Dessert?” His face lights up, “What kind?”
You can’t help but chuckle- of course it’s always about the food. “Well yes, we have ice cream too,” you admit, “but I was thinking something a little different before that.”
Niall looks you up and down, and you can see he knows where you’re heading with this. He stabs one last potato and shoves it into his mouth. Then he’s on his feet and crossing over to you, swallowing the food quickly as he goes. His hands grip your waist and pull you to him.
“Ah, time for dessert, I think,” Niall says, “the best kind.” As he speaks, his hands move around to your bum and he hoists you up. You wrap your legs around him, already starting to undo his shirt, as he carries you swiftly to the bedroom. After being away for so long, it’s clear that the food isn’t all he’s missed, if his already steely erection pressing into your bum is any indication.
He tugs your top the rest of the way off before depositing you on the bed, scattering buttons all over in his haste. Niall takes a moment to look you over, shrugging the rest of the way out of his shirt and letting it fall carelessly to the floor.
You shudder with pleasure as he lifts one of your legs and starts kissing his way down towards the place where you’re aching for him to put his skilled mouth. However, just as he’s reaching the edge of your shorts, he reverses direction.
“God, Niall,” you groan, “Such a fucking tease.”
He’s almost to the inside of your knee, and you quickly hook your leg around his neck, pulling him back down to your body.
He smirks, “Someone’s hasty tonight. You’ve been missing me too, then?” Niall ducks out from under your legs and tucks his fingertips under the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down your legs agonizingly slowly.
When he finally gets them off, he takes a moment to fully look you over once more. You stifle a giggle as his blue eyes widen and darken perceptibly. “Holy fuck,” he breathes, “Holy fuck.”
Niall lets his hands travel over your body as his eyes do. Your head lolls back onto the duvet as you enjoy his attentions but you keep your eyes on his face, loving how his expressions show you just how much you’re turning him on.
His eyes flick back up to yours. “Lacy green lingerie? That’s new.” His voice is husky, and you can tell he likes what he sees.
“I know red’s your favorite, but I felt like I should be a little more… festive.”
With a low growl, Niall replies, “Fuck that, green’s my new preference. I’ll tell that to any interviewer after this. But first, I’m going to fuck you until we collapse.”
You look up at him playfully and your gazes lock, his blue eyes burning into yours with unveiled lust. “I’m counting on it,” you barely manage to get out before he captures your lips with his, pinning you to the bed with his body.
You groan as his mouth trails down your neck and he gives you a love bite. At the same time, his fingers push past the edge of your panties and he looks at you mischievously as you squirm under his teasing fingertips. Without warning, Niall plunges two fingers into you, catching your gasp with his own mouth as he claims yours once more. With one hand he grips your waist as he grinds his erection into you, and you slip a hand down to help relieve some pressure.
With one hand, you fumble with his belt, becoming frustrated when the stubborn thing refuses to give way easily. You pull back from Niall’s kiss, trying to position yourself better on the bed so that you can remove his belt without forcing him to remove his fingers, which are still pumping in and out of you. He pushes himself up on his free hand to allow the movement and as you finally get the belt undone, he curls his fingers up again, sending you over the edge.
Your hands ball up into fists in the duvet on either side of you as you feel yourself clench tight around Niall’s fingers. He waits for your orgasm to subside before withdrawing, and then brings his hand up to his mouth to lick your juices from his fingers. He shows you how they’ve dripped down his wrist and winks cheekily.
You shrug innocently and unzip his jeans, quickly snaking your hand into his boxers to wrap around his shaft. Niall trembles visibly and lets out a strangled, “Oh, fuck, [Y/N]. You move to tug his boxers out of the way to take him into your mouth, but you’re stopped by his fingers on your chin.
Staring up at him confused, Niall explains, “I have to be inside you, princess. God knows it’s kept me up at night for weeks not having you there.”
“There’s just one problem,” you point out, “We’re both still wearing far too many clothes.”
Amusement sparkles in his lusty blue eyes, “I can take care of that.”
Within seconds, Niall’s standing by the bed, dropping his jeans and boxers to the floor in one smooth movement. He motions impatiently for you to join him, so you crawl over to the edge of the bed and take half a step before he grabs your waist and pulls you to him.
His nimble fingers make quick work of your bra’s clasp, and it falls to the floor. Niall cups both of your breasts in his palms, gently massaging and rolling your hardened nipples with his thumbs. You arch your back into his caresses, but suddenly his hands are gone, now tugging your soaked panties down your legs.
“Niall,” you moan, tipping your head back to the ceiling.
“Tell me you need me inside you as much as I do,” he commands softly, gently tugging your earlobe between his teeth, “Tell me, princess.”
“Oh God, I need you Niall, I need you so much.”
And then you’re on your back on the bed, Niall supporting himself on his arms over you. As he leans down to kiss you lovingly, you feel the head of his cock lining up at your entrance.
“That’s all I needed to hear, love.” One powerful thrust, and he’s buried inside you to the hilt. It takes a moment to get used to him filling you again, but when you buck your hips against him, Niall takes that as the signal that you’re ready. He begins thrusting into you smoothly and quickly, and builds up speed as his kisses grow rougher. You tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him even closer.
With every thrust he fills you completely, a perfect fit, and hits your g-spot. It’s not long until you’re on the edge, trying to hold out against the waves of pleasure Niall’s giving you. “Niall, I’m gonna- I can’t-”
“I know, babe, I’ve got you. Come for me, coz I’m about to-”
You lose it, calling out Niall’s name as your orgasm washes over you. He’s close behind, spilling his seed into you with a shout.
Both breathing heavily, you hold each other close on the bed, utterly spent for the moment. Niall kisses the top of your head, whispering, “I missed you so much, [Y/N], I love you.”
You press your face into Niall’s neck, inhaling the familiar mix of cologne and sweat, and close your eyes. There’s a buzzing from the floor, and you feel Niall stretch beside you. You lazily open one eye a crack, and see Niall holding his phone, which is still vibrating.
“Ah, shit,” Niall says, eyeing the screen, “It’s Liam. I was supposed to go out with the lads tonight. Coz it’s St. Patrick’s day, and all.”
You sit up and shrug, trying to hide your disappointment that he’d be leaving so soon after getting home. But you’d figured he’d be going to a pub anyway- you hadn’t meant to get carried away this quickly after his return. Instead of voicing these thoughts, you ask, “Are you gonna answer that?”
Niall pauses a moment, then puts the phone up to his ear, “Yeah?” he pauses. “Actually, I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it tonight. Staying in with [Y/N].” He winces, and you can hear the other boys yelling over each other from the other end.
“Oh I get it”-it’s Louis’ voice-“Niall doesn’t need to come out flaunting his Irishness because he’s already got the luck bit down for the evening!” Then it’s Harry, in his best imitation of Niall’s brogue-“Haha! The luck o’ the Irish! Nialler’s a lucky leprechaun!” Apparently not even Liam can resist joining in- “Hey Zayn, Niall’s not going to be coming because he’s already getting lucky!” You hear Zayn for a split second starting to reply something along the lines of, ‘oh, I’m sure he’ll be coming, all right’ before one of them hangs up.
Niall tosses his phone onto his jeans on the floor, and looks at you with grin and cock rising again. “So,” he murmurs, running his fingertips up your thigh, “Where were we?”
Well, that was my first story ever, so hopefully you enjoyed it and it didn’t suck too much :)