Clean // Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter Twenty One

He didn't know what it was about Jillian that made her so beautiful.  There wasn't one specific thing that made her beautiful, it was millions and millions of little things. From the way she bit her lip, to the way she look sprawled out on his bedspread. Her hair fanned out along the blankets, blue eyes locked against each other, short breaths filling the room.

"Are you sure?" Niall asked looking into her eyes before letting his trail down her body. Her hands had a grip on the blankets squeezing every so often.

"Course I am, I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't." Jillian remarked lightly. Niall opened his mouth only to bite on his lip seconds later.

"That's not what I meant it's just-"

"Just kiss me Niall," Jillian sighed pulling Niall towards her. Her lips tasted like raspberries and mint, leaving him in somewhat of a daze as his lips pulled away from hers only to trail down her jaw.

Jillian tipped her head back, eyes fluttering shut as she took a deep breath. She wanted this, wanted Niall in every way possible, she was ready for this. Jillian wasn't a virgin, but there was something about the way Niall kissed, touched, even looked at her that made her anxious. It was totally different from how anyone had looked at her, foreign to what she knew and she couldn't help but shy from it.

Her fingers hooked to the loose material of his shirt, bringing it over his head. She let her fingertips ghost over the smooth skin of his abdomen, hooking onto the loops of his jeans, pulling him to her.

His lips pressed to hers again in a chaste kiss before kissing down her neck, wet kisses littered her neck and collarbones. Niall pulled back once again, his fingers at her sides. Slowly, he moved his fingers to the hem of her shirt nudging the fabric up past her belly button bunching right below her bra. His lips pressed just above the waist band of her pants. He trailed kisses up her stomach, feeling her uneven breathing as he got closer to her shirt.

"Fuck it," Jillian breathed reaching down and pulling her shirt over her head. Niall looked up, watching her chest raise and fall with every uneven breath she took. He kissed the basic material of her bra, his lips resting on the area that wasn't covered by the black material, just above her heart. As he felt her heart beating rapidly with what felt to be right under his lips, he wondered if her heart was just as pretty as she was. As his lips made their way back to hers he was sure that it was.

Jillian sat up, her hands going to his sweatpants. Her head tilted back look up at Niall. "Do you want to..." Jillian trailed leaving her sentence floating for him. He nodded slowly, Jillian pushing his jeans down only for her hands to be slowly pushed away. Niall silently placed his hands at the waistband of her jeans, popping the button down and sliding the material down her legs and tossing them on the floor.

He gulped quietly, licking his lips as he stared at her. There was only one word that settled into his mind when he looked at her; perfect. Everything about her seemed perfect, she didn't need to be barely dressed laid out on his bed for her to take his breath away- though he couldn't say he didn't mind it- she breathtaking all of the time. The tightness in his pants reminded him how he really was having a bit of trouble breathing in the heated room, and he quickly wanted a release.

Her hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. Slowly Niall's hands went to Jillian's bra, his fingers fumbling with the clasp. His nose nudged with Jillian's as he heard her let out a soft laugh. "Have you ever taken off a girl's bra Niall?" Jillian asked in a teasing tone. Her voice was quiet, and her breath hit his face making him feel light headed.

"Yes Jillian, shut up." Niall replied still fumbling with the clasp. Jillian laughed loudly, her head tipping back. Jillian moved her hands back undoing the clasp letting it fall down her arms. Not a second later Niall was kissing Jillian once again, her hands went to his boxers pushing them down, a satisfied sigh falling from Niall's lips.

"Condom." Jillian breathed as Niall climbed onto the bed with her. Niall reached over into his nightstand, grabbing the foil package, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding the condom down his length. He looked at Jillian before letting his fingers dance over her underwear. "Dammit Niall, come on." Jillian said roughly, propping herself up on her elbows. Still saying nothing he hooks his fingers on the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down her legs and throwing them on the floor.

He was so close to her, but he wasn't where she wanted, where she needed him. Her hands settled on his shoulders as she lifted her hips slightly, trying to get closer to Niall. "Niall, I need you, fuck, please." Jillian planted closing her eyes, when she opened them she saw Niall's smug look gazing down at her. She opened her mouth to yell at him, but her words caught in her throat as he slid into her, filling her completely. Her eyes closed as she moaned, completely and utterly aware of how beautiful the situation in front of her was.

The room was filled with ragged breaths and moans from the both of them. It was the first time Jillian could remember that she felt beautiful. And as the both reached their highs, and fell back into sanity the only thing on Jillian's mind was that she wasn't ready to let Niall go for a long long time.
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"Come on Jill, please play with me." Jess whines laying her head on the coffee table. Jillian looks up from her textbook and over at the small girl pouting in front of her before sighing.

"Okay, but fifteen minutes and then I have to go back to studying." Jillian says closing the book and setting it down beside her. She grabbed a doll from the table, holding it in her hand.

They began to play dolls, Jillian doing whatever silly thing Jess asked of her, which currently was asking for fifteen loaves of bread in the voice of a man, without question. "May I- Jess I've already asked three times, can't I just have the bread?" Jess only smirked softly shaking her head.
"May I have some bread-" Jillian was cut off by the soft chuckle that came from behind her.

Her head whipped around, eyes meeting with bright blue ones. Jillian glared at Niall shaking her head at Niall, rolling her eyes. "You idiot," She muttered turning away from him. There was a groan, Jillian didn't need to turn to know that Niall was sitting beside her.

"Your manly voice-"

"Shut up."

"It's cute." He finished, smiling to himself as her cheeks flushed red. It seemed to be a small prize to him whenever he got the chance to embarrass her, he loved every second of it.

"Shut up Niall," She muttered glaring sideways at him. Niall licked his lips slowly causing Jillian's stomach to flip. It was three days since Niall and Jillian had had sex, and she wasn't sure she wanted to wait too long before she had him again. She would take him right there in the living room if she was honest- and alone.

Niall's hand reached out, fingers brushing Jillian's chin. Her head turned over to face Niall when Jess spoke up. "I'm getting milk." And with that she was up on her feet, padding into the next room, her voice muffled by the walls as she talked to her father.

Not a moment later Niall's lips were on Jillian's. His fingers twined with her hair as his tongue pushed between her lips. "My uncle's here Ni." Jillian whispered but made little effort to pull away, she was sure if Niall asked she would let herself be convinced into going upstairs. Only if Niall asked.

"I know, I just wanted to kiss you." Niall said softly as he pulled away. "I missed you."

"You saw me days ago."

"You left.." Niall mumbled, his eyes trailed over Jillian's face as she shook her head.

"Not without saying goodbye, Niall I wouldn't just leave." She retaliated taking his hand.

"You didn't leave because we-"

"No you idiot," She said with a smile that eased all of Niall's worries.

"I won't leave unless you ask me to." Jillian said placing her hands on Niall's face. She couldn't help but lean in and quickly press her lips to his. "You wouldn't.."  Jillian whispered looking at the floor. There was this fear that lurked in the pit of her stomach if she let her mind think about their relationship after leaving Niall's house. She wanted to believe that Niall was different, he proved time and time again that he was, even when he didn't know that he was. But there was something in her heart that wouldn't let her fully believe that Niall was going to stay.

"Not unless you tell me to." He mumbled before kissing, hoping from the bottom of his heart that that time never came.