Ni, All Alone - Niall Oneshot

Ni All Alone - A Niall Oneshot

WARNING: Highly mature content (It’s filthy and sorry I’m not sorry)

A/N: I have not seen this type of thing written before, and I had plenty of people begging me to write this - so, after a certain photo was released yesterday I was significantly inspired. This is the filthiest, most extensive smut I’ve ever written. Enjoy!

“Goodnight, mate.” Liam’s voice trilled through the hotel hallway as he and Niall, the last ones up, separated for the night. Liam was going to spend the rest of the evening with Danielle in their room; Niall didn’t need to hear twice before he was thoroughly repulsed. The blonde-haired boy trudged into his room, letting the heavy door close loudly behind him as he fell back to it. Breathing out heavily, Niall thought of the night he could have; Liam was… busy, Harry and Louis were out partying with Eleanor who had joined them in Los Angeles with Danielle and Zayn was officially awol, much to Niall’s disappointment. Probably living it up as he always did when they were allowed the opportunity. 

A devilish smile lit up his face as the thoughts of opportunity crossed his mind. The stresses and schedules of tour life were not easy on a young man. Especially in a nation within which their management had imposed a ban on sex. How did they expect young, virile British and Irish boys to not take advantage of their natural sway over unsuspecting American girls and boys who throw themselves at the boys of One Direction on a daily basis. No, that wasn’t fair and it left Niall, the only one without an outlet for his sexual frustration in this situation - smiling deviously against his red hotel door, complimenting the fiery thoughts polluting his mind and tainting his innocent image.

He slid his now bare feet against the delightfully soft, shag carpet. Dragging with him all of his pent up frustration, now bottling in his mind and directing his entire attention at any stimulation his body could misconstrue as a chance for relief. The fine carpet tickled his toes and up his leg - setting him on the way to the point of no return. Niall was in for a good night, whether he was alone or not.

Slowly reaching the main compartment of his room, the large master suite, Niall observed the space that was his temporary home for a few days whilst they performed and appeared at the Kids’ Choice Awards in the US. The light cream walls complimented nicely with the white shag carpet, within which his toes were still curling and pinching, enjoying the sensation. Niall hoped his toes would be curling in an altogether different way before long. His smile erupted further as the furiously guilty thoughts flew through his mind, greatly exacerbating the now dull ache deep within his hips. A yearning. 

His body followed his eyes, and the demands of his hips, to the large, inviting king double bed that lay in the middle of the room. It’s deep red covers once again suiting Niall’s mood perfectly. Creases and covers enveloped him entirely as he crawled from the bottom to the pillows - the infinite thread count on them almost disgusting him with how soft it was within their depths. Niall’s hands curled around him, still enjoying the moment as his mind was delved deeper into the darkness of much needed, not-often granted alone time. His thoughts turned darker still when he imagined them next to the comparatively dark skin of one of his band mates. The dull ache in his hips flaring into an almost desperate need. His hands clenched against she sheets in frustration - he’d waited long enough for tonight.

Niall’s hands slid slowly from the sheets beside him to the now seemingly rough surface of his jean shorts. The buttons protested against his fingers, refusing to pop at his behest, only encouraging him further.
“Don’t tease,” He spoke mockingly as he gaffed his lone participation in this endeavour.

The buttons open and his fly down, Niall’s legs accepted the jean shorts down their length without much effort, the silky sheets helping the process. His hand darted further down the sheets and brought the now undonned pants out and threw them across the room. They hit the entry frame with a loud clack and slid down the wall to the ground where they would remain. 

His hands now turned their attention to the buttons of his shirt. Bringing the free hand back into the sheets and the covered hand together at the top of his shirt, Niall’s firearm brushed against his crotch unintentionally, causing an unexpected shiver of anticipation. His hips now thoroughly beat in unison with his heart. He could feel the heartbeat starting to infect all corners of himself, including one part of him that was beginning to beg for attention. 

His buttons provided him no trouble and his shirt was quickly unwrapped from his thin frame as he leaned forward to make the process easier. The shirt soon joined his pants on the ground. Only a thin layer of cotton now lay between his hips and satisfaction. Niall lifted the red sheets to observe himself quickly, the bulge in the front of his boxer-briefs slowly, without assistance, becoming tighter against the fabric restricting it. Niall chuckled at the ironic pattern on his British-flag underwear he’d gotten as a gift from the boys for his eighteenth birthday. Zayn’s words from the day rung in his mind,
“I want to see them on you later!” Zayn had said, before blushing heavily at the very dirty insinuation all the other boys got from his words.

Niall felt his frustration grow ever more desperate, his attention entirely focused on the ever hardening desire, both emotionally and physically, paining his hips. He bit his bottom lip, breathing in heavily as his braces tickled the inside of his lips. His mind went blank with desire as hand finally brushed against the source of the problem, his entire lower half immediately rocking forward into his hand with the slightest provocation. 

Niall’s breath hitched as the hand ventured beneath the seam of his briefs, skin contacting skin for the first time that night. His other hand ventured in too and they both took positions holding the side of his hips, stretching his boxer-briefs and sliding them seductively down his legs, which lifted at the knee to accommodate the move and within moments, they too joined the shirt and shorts on the floor.

His breathing soon became filled with purpose, his hand now wrapped around himself and smiled with relief as his whole body was now told - now is the time. His instincts took over as his hand began a slow, repetitive cycle of lift and twist. Immediately, his hips bucked forward at almost every opportunity they got, but Niall ignored it as it added to the natural sensation of the bedsheets sliding against him, his whole body responding with a flurry of tickles and tingles that only added to the situation.

His mind too fell without control, his thoughts unforgivable as he imagined himself all the material he’d need to sustain the not-so-complex situation most boys found themselves in all-too often. His thoughts flashed through a cycle. A set of deeply emotional, dark eyes, complimenting dark skin, tattoos - ugh. His body responded to the imagery by upping his endorphins and sending every touch a much-desired reward. Every touch had him gasping, every pulse of his hand beneath the sheets sent him slightly closer to insanity or euphoria, which one, he couldn’t be sure.

Niall’s chest clenched as he tightened his hold on his length, his mind still swimming in anything but innocent thoughts. That said, his eyes flashed open, another devious smile crossing his flushing pink lips and exposing his sparkly braces atop pearly white teeth. Niall slid out of the sheets quickly and made his way to his bag in the same room, soon realising it wasn’t as cold outside of the sheets as he’d dreaded. Fumbling through a secret pocket quickly, he pulled out a small red bottle and smiled at it. He brought the bottle back to the bed and placed it on the pillow beside him, it’s colour almost melding it into the matching pillowcase. His right hand resumed it’s former position, much to the happiness of his still bubbling hips. His left unstoppered the cap of the small container, flipped it around in that hand and squeezed a generous blob of thick, clear liquid - accented by sparkly red glitter, into that hand. The bottle, which was labeled ‘Buzz: added tingle for your enjoyment!’ His guilty smile still donned, Niall lowered his left hand and rubbed the glob onto his right beneath the sheets. His eyes flashed wide as soon as he made contact with himself, his breath taking in a deep gasp.
“Holy f-fuck.” His accent danced around the words as the lube took effect, getting slowly spread up and down his entire length. The deceptively calm looking liquid polluted the most sensitive part of his body with a feeling that could only be described as static. His hips ground backwards into the mattress before thrusting up hard into his hand, a soft grunt escaping his lips as he did so. 

With his new help, his filthy thoughts and his perfected art of self-pleasure, Niall knew he was getting close. He purposely re-invigorated his pace, quickening to a satisfying speed, his arm and chest, slightly exposed from the jostling blankets, flexing and relaxing in a lightning pattern. 

Dark eyes, dark skin, tattoo.

Dark eyes, dark skin, tattoo.

Niall’s mind, hand and heart raced, his hips were now throbbing with pleasure, a deep buzz constant on his length whilst forever spreading wider through his legs, down to his toes, now curling into the blankets, clenching it between them - his previous, dirty objective achieved with a smile in delight.

His tongue danced from his mouth, licking his lips and wetting them after the drying effect of his gasping, heavy breaths. His teeth taking their place once more, digging into his bottom lip as his eyes clenched slightly in preparation for what was to… come.

His feet began to tingle furiously, his hips joining an instant later, his hand tightened and increased his pace further. His jaw fell open, astonished by the feeling, the Buzz tingled angrily against him, only greatly exacerbating his euphoria. 

Niall’s whole being jolted forward in unison with his heartbeat, his head and his hips. Ecstasy had him writhing against the soft mattress. His back dug deep into the softness in places, and was soon completely arched in pleasure. He released with an uncontrollable word slipping from his mouth.

“Zayn!” he breathed heavily, his body twitching slightly seconds later.

Niall lay, now slightly shiny under the warm light of the bedroom - sweaty. His breath still not caught up with him, his body felt disconnected from his brain as it sat, tranquil, completely relieved. Niall’s once devilish smile now softened into that of a happy man, a satisfied look of relief and gratefulness.
“Phew.” he breathed once more.

It was that moment that Niall’s bright blue eyes flew to movement beside him; the ensuite door opening slowly, revealing a beautiful, brooding and devilishly smiling figure. Niall’s eyes couldn’t convey just how shocked he was, his face falling into the deepest blush he was sure anyone had ever had. The dark eyes that stared down at him matched the dark skin that they were nestled beautifully within. The bare skin of the figures torso revealed the very same tattoos that had just been the object of his complete attention; within his mind at least.

“Hey Ni.” Zayn spoke, lust lacing his voice and covering his features.
“Zayn…” Niall whispered.

Zayn stepped out of the doorway, still wet from a shower, wrapped in a towel that was clenched forward tightly in front of his hips - something Niall’s eyes now dropped to in astonishment. Closing the door behind him, the tanned lad winked seductively and made his way over to the blonde boy who had waited for this day for years and still couldn’t, wouldn’t believe it to be true.

“Zayn.” Niall whispered one more time before the light was flicked off and the longest, happiest night of their lives began.