Over Again

Darcey and Niall have been together for a couple of months. Darcey becomes pregnant and something happens that will change everything

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1. Sexually Frustrated

The volume of the music grew louder. It was blasting throughout the kitchen as I sang out of tune to Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. “Then she made my lips hurt. I could hear the chitchat !” I sang, my voice cracking and breaking as Niall entered the kitchen with raised eyebrows. He was dressed in only a pair of gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs, which I tried desperately to not focus on. He also didn’t look amused whatsoever as he reached over and turned the dial on the radio, shutting the music off completely.

“I was listening to that, you know.” I said turning around, I scooped a pancake up on the spatula and and placed it on the plate next to the cooked bacon.

Giving a groan, Niall walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I still wish you could come tonight,” he said with his lips against my shoulder. “I’ll miss you.”

I sighed and picked up a piece of bacon, holding it over my shoulder. When Niall didn’t take a bite I said, “Don’t even act like you aren’t hungry,” which apparently was the right thing to say because soon enough he’d taken a large enough bite that he almost nicked my fingers.

Niall and I had agreed that me going to the concert tonight was a bad idea. As much as I wanted to go and support him and the boys, it just wasn’t the right moment to announce our relationship. Harry and Louis had gotten pictures of Niall and I together, but nothing that would give away our little secret. I turned around and examined my cute, blonde, Irish boyfriend's body. "Mmm.. I wish you would be shirtless everyday!" I said smirking. "I wish I can see you in tube-tops and short-skirts everyday.." He said smiling now looking up and down my body. "Aw, stop it Niall, honey you're making me blush, but you want me to dress like a slut?" I said confused. "No, you don't look like a slut! You actually look pretty great!" Niall said. His strong Irish accent was definitely killing me. He smiled and kissed my cheek. I blushed as I felt his warm, soft lips on my cheek. "I'll miss you babe." I said, looking straight at his beautiful blue eyes. "Same here!"

“I’ll be watching,” I promised and leaned back against him, closing my eyes for a second and welcoming the warmth of Niall’s body.

“Not the same,” he responded quickly and snatched another piece of bacon from the plate before walking away and into the bedroom. I grabbed my food and quickly followed, sitting cross legged on the bed and watching as he pulled a black shirt over his head.

“I like you better naked,” I said around a mouthful of pancake, watching Niall smirk as he pulled the shirt down over his torso. His hair was wet and sticking up as he searched around for his jeans, walking around the room until he was standing in front of me. I was at eye level with his waist and glanced up at him, an innocent look on my face.

“Take ‘em off then,” he said with a smile. God, what an amazing smile it was. All straight teeth with the slight mark of braces. His cheeks were still a rosy color from his shower and he smelled clean, like aftershave and something else. Like Niall.


Later I was watching the concert through LiveStream. My sister Ashley was in the front row so I could see everything clearly. Most importantly, I could see him. Niall.Seeing him up on stage was starting to get to me in the worst way. Thoughts of having Niall naked and on top of me were quickly filling my brain, thoughts of him running his hands over my body while I writhed and moaned and begged for me. He loved when I begged for him, loved having that small amount of control over me, and I suppose I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t turn me on like crazy.

I quickly sent a text, hornier than ever and unable to control myself. "Oh, baby. The things I’m going to do to you tonight… xoxo." I quickly hit send and bit my lip, knowing he’d respond as soon as he was offstage.

When it was over, I found myself wanting Niall more than I did earlier. It was hard to imagine considering I’d been aching for him all afternoon. But here I was with a throbbing between my legs, rolling around on the bed and thinking about what would happen when he got home.
When my phone buzzed I didn’t hesitate to pick it up, eagerly opening the text to read his response. "Don’t tell me that!!! Want me that bad, eh?"

I smiled and then tried to quickly think of a response, eventually coming up with Am I bad a girl for touching myself without you? Is it bad that I’m tasting myself knowing you can’t?

Not that I am. It would just be good visual to give him on his way home. Fuck, I needed Niall. I needed him in bed with me, thrusting those long, beautiful fingers inside of me while I begged for more and then begged him to stop only to beg for more again.
My phone buzzed but I was too lost in sensation and ignored it. But when the buzzing continued I looked over and saw that I was getting a call. Niall’s face popped up on the screen, half of his face covered by the dark sweatshirt he was wearing.

“Hello?” I answered in a whisper, breathing heavily. It was to the point where I wasn’t even trying to be a tease anymore. I literally felt suffocated with need and want for Niall.

“Stop it,” his voice sounded rough, accent thick to the point where I could barely understand it. “Be a good girl for me,” he said quietly, making it evident that he wasn’t alone.

I moaned again, loving the sound of his voice as I circled my clit with my fingers. If I closed my eyes it was almost like he was there, like he was the one rubbing me and touching me. “I need you, Ni.”

I heard his groan on the other end of the phone and smirked knowing I was getting to him. getting Niall frustrated before sex was something I loved to do. He already had so much energy, but when he was frustrated it just added to the pace, to the mood, to the sound of his voice. I wasn’t in the mood for slow and sweet tonight. I wanted fast and rough and dirty. I wanted something that would make me scream and not know whether it was from pleasure or pain.

“I said stop,” he said quickly, his voice verging on a desperate sort of anger. “Jesus, do you know what I’m going to do to you?” I could tell he was talking through gritted teeth and imagined him, imagined him sitting in the back of a car with his head leaned back and his eyes squeezed shut, cock achingly hard as he waited to get back to me.

“Are you going to punish me for being bad?” I said innocently, sure to end my question on a whimper. You’re gonna kill him, I thought and sat up a little, adding slight pressure to my clit so that I cried out.

“You’re going to be so fucking punished,” he said in a hoarse whisper, blowing out a long breath and inhaling softly. “Get ready.”

I sighed and I sat up.. I need you Niall. So fucking bad..
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