Dirty One Direction Imagines

Dirty Niall Horan

Softly, I closed the door behind me, hearing Niall croon the lyrics to Little Things. Sighing to myself, I took my toothbrush from the counter and turned on the water slightly, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

”(Y/N), don’t you dare try to hide from me,” He stuck his head out from the shower curtain, blonde locks soaking. Grinning to our reflections in the mirror, I methodically started to brush my teeth, the mint infusing my mouth.

”Hey, you clean your mouth, but not your body? Rude.” Niall mumbled, leaning farther out of the curtain. His entire body was wet, the water and soap dripping off his skin and ending up on the hotel rug.

”What do you want?” I muttered, very well knowing the answer. Niall grinned. “You,” He whispered, voice raspy. Spitting the excess of my toothpaste into the sink, I set the brush down and turned toward him. Niall cocked an eyebrow, blue eyes glassy.

“I’m gonna get you,” At that moment he gripped my waist and pulled me into the shower; I giggled. Quickly, he peeled off my night shirt and threw it aside, pushing himself against me.

The warm water soaked into my skin as his lips trailed along my neck; he tasted a little like the soap he was using. He smelled… Irish. The body wash, Irish Spring, causing thrills of sting going all over my flesh.

“You got me,” I mumbled, close in his ear. Niall shivered and pushed against me; leaning along the wet tiles. He kissed me, softly at first; it became hungry then, and his hands wandered along my body, seeking more contact. I had one hand gripping some of his blonde hair, holding his neck in place as he kissed me forcefully, his tongue exploring the boundaries of my jaw.

“I’m still gonna get you,” He chuckled; the other hand was wandering, cupping one of tender breasts. The hand moved further, down my stomach, caressing the suds and water pooling along my flesh. My other hand searched as his went down my stomach, reaching my thighs and pausing, teasing me. I wasn’t as playful; my hand went straight down, grabbing him in my fingers. Niall moaned.

“Now I’ve got you,” I panted; he didn’t move, bracing himself against the tiled wall. A strangled gasp escaped his lips as he tried to get ahold of himself, swallowing harshly. “Please,” He croaked. Still holding him in my grasp, I pumped softly at first, to the soft rythym of the water.

Niall was shaking, his blue eyes locked on mine. “I-“No, I’ve got you.” I cut him off, leaning heavily against the wall; he was partly collapsed against me, rocking his hips with my rythym, shaking. Niall leaned into me, lips touching mine, softly, a weak effort as I continued the rythym; he gasped.

“(Y/N)!” He croaked, trying to push my hands away. I wouldn’t let him, continuing my rythym; my turn to tease. I squeezed once more, hard, and he shuddered, the substance draining itself as the water rained down on us.

“I love you,” Niall panted, desperately trying to stay standing. The atmosphere was getting hotter by the second. Steam filled the room; we weren’t done yet. “Now you,” Niall mumbled, gripping my wrists. He held me prisoner against the tiled wall, hips still shaking from the effort of what I’d done to him. With our eyes locked, I felt his wandering fingers tease the inner part of my thigh, stroking lightly at first.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, knowing my answer. I was shaking now too; the desire overwhelming. His fingers were so close, closer, stroking me; I needed him, now.

“Now,” I gasped, trying to move his hand deeper. He grinned, pinning my wrists with one hand.