Pure Seduction

One, he’s so excited and proud to have you watching with him that he basically pulls you into his lap and educates you on everything going on at every second, letting you feed him chips and using you as a human version of a foam finger when his team makes a score.
And two, this is if the game is particularly intense and will make or break a season, he ignores you and everything else in the room, elbows on his knees and eyes glued to the screen, answering any and all questions with a grunt or a ‘huh? babe, t’e game’s on’. This is the mode he’s in at the moment.
After trying for almost thirty minutes to figure out the plans for something rather important going on later this week, you decide to save your breath and find yourself settled down by his legs so you can comfort the puppy the two of you had recently acquired and is also being ignored by Niall.
Maximus flops on his back and gives a satisfied huff when you rub his belly, happy that someone is finally paying him some attention, eventually rolling back onto his side and slipping into a pleased slumber.
Niall suddenly jumps and scares half of the life out of you, his knee jabbing you in the shoulder.
"Ah- ya bastards- oh, sorry babe, but look at t’is shit, can ya believe it?!" He pats your head absentmindedly, still glaring daggers at the TV.
"Yeah. It’s crazy." You say dryly, rubbing your shoulder. You’re now between his legs, and if you roll your head to the side you have a direct eye view of his crotch. And since no one ever said you were innocent, you start running your fingernails along the inseam of his jeans.
He doesn’t even notice at first, the little shit, still so engrossed in the game, but when you finally get your whole hand on his thigh just shy of his groin he does a double take down at you.
"What’re ya doin’ Marie?" You shrug.
"Nothing," you answer quietly, even as you shift your hand to cover his dick through his jeans. You hear him exhale in a little huff, and he leans back against the couch cushions, shifting his hips. You glance up at his face; he’s not looking at you but he’s chewing at his lips, he’s very aware of what you’re doing, and he clearly thinks he’s going to be able to ignore you. Ha.
You take your time unzipping him, even more so tracing the outline of his member through his boxers with your finger. He takes a deep breath and grabs onto your wrist. You look up at him questioningly.
"Baby. ‘M watchin’ t’e game, ‘S almost over. We’re tied!" Niall voice is stern, but he’s panting a little when you lick a strip over him through the cloth, and his eyes plead with you.
"So keep watching." And with that, you pull his boxers down enough that his cock can bounce free, gripping him and tapping the head of him against your tongue a few times. A string of mumbled curses leave his mouth in his thick accent, his hips bucking up towards you, and you take the opportunity to suck him down.

You can hear the announcer on the television, the screams of the crowd and the grunts and curses of your boyfriend as you suck him off in slow pulls. Taking a quick glance up, you can see that he’s still trying desperately to keep at least some of his attention on the game, even though his dick is throbbing and leaving thick pearly drops of pre cum on your tongue and the corner of your mouth.
“Fuck. Y/N. I’m beggin’ ya…” You flutter your eyelashes at him and hum, suckling noisely on the head of him, enjoying your little power trip, and that’s when he gives a little snarl and suddenly you’re being hoisted up and in his lap and kissed hard enough to bruise. “Why’re you so mean t’ me, huh? Jus’ tryin’ t’ watch t’e game…” Niall sounds like he’s angry but he looks wrecked and horny, and by now you’re not much better. He helps you wrestle your shorts and underwear off amid hard kisses.
"We have a DVR…oh, shit, Niall…” Your head falls to his shoulder when you slide down onto him and his hands set your pace for you. It’s quick and it’s hard and Niall’s hands grope at your breasts like he’s never done it before and he cums first but doesn’t stop rubbing your clit or making you bounce on him until you’re a shaking moaning mess above him.
"Holy shit, we won!" Niall suddenly exclaims, peering over your shoulder at the tv, still inside you yet pumping his arms and whooping. You roll your eyes and climb off him, but he doesn’t let you get far. "We’ve gotta fuck like t’at durin’ each game. Yer my good luck charm, babe."

Notes

~~SYN ROZE~~