Niall Horan Imagines

Get It On

**This is based off of "Marvin Gaye" by Charlie Puth and Meghan Trainor. I loved the song when I first heard it, and I immediately thought - gotta write an imagine about this one! So I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I recommend listening to the song while you read :)**

You shyly lifted your eyes from your lap, only to meet the strikingly blue ones of the boy across the table from you. A smile, with a hint of something naughty in it, spread across his face as his eyes studied yours from across the table. You watched his tongue poke out before slowly trailing across his lips, luring you in. You swallowed hard, overtaken by your nerves. He smirked devilishly and leaned back in his chair, just in time for his father's head to snap in his direction as he said, "Isn't that right, Niall?"

Niall cleared his throat and nodded his head, sharing smiles with both his dad and your mom, while saying, "Absolutely. I'm always happier with a guitar in my arms." He was paying attention? How...? You'd been zoned out from the conversation since the start. There was, after all, a little distraction across the table from you. You hadn't even said a word to him yet, but God, you wanted to. His hair was combed up perfectly, showing off the difference between the brown and blond shades. His smile was more of a smirk when it was directed toward you, and his eyes sparkled in a way that could have had you on your knees. Not to mention the fact that this young man wore a suit better than his grown father did, and it was trimmed perfectly to his figure. You had to make a conscious effort not to start drooling right there in front of everyone.

You were out at some posh restaurant with your mother and her new co-worker, who just happened to be Mr. Sexy's father. The co-worker and his son were new here from Ireland, and their accents, alone, were enough to have you interested. Not to mention the fact that Niall was an experienced guitarist, and he was working on a career as a singer, as well. Hot guy with big dreams. What more did you need?!

"That's amazing. (Y/N), maybe you should take lessons from Niall," Your mom said, nudging your arm. It was like she knew you were drooling over this kid. "I bet that'd be good for you," She added, before bringing her eyes back to Niall's dad. All you could do was nod in response. Your mom and her co-worker started up another conversation, excluding you and Niall. But you were grateful for that. You wouldn't have been able to focus on a conversation then, even if your life depended on it.

Perking up in his seat, Niall politely tapped his dad's arm and suggested, "Shouldn't (Y/N) and I go wash up before the food comes?"

"Oh, that's a good idea! Go wash your hands with Niall, (Y/N)," Your mom instructed, dragging you back into reality.

"Okay," You breathed, bringing yourself to your feet. You must have looked like a complete idiot, with your sweaty hands and short answers. Niall's dad watched Niall as he offered his arm to you, like the gentleman he was raised to be. You tried to smile, and nervously linked your arm with his. Niall's dad smiled, pleased with his son, as Niall led you toward the bathrooms.

Leaning in while he walked, Niall huskily whispered, "I saw you lookin' at me." That accent. Somebody pinch me.

"I saw you looking at me," You managed to say, walking close to him as you rounded the corner to the bathrooms. You continued walking toward the women's bathroom, but Niall aggressively threw you against the wall before you could escape. You gasped as he pressed his body into yours, pinning your back to the wall.

"You look like such a good little girl," He taunted, tracing his finger along your jaw. His eyes scanned over your face, before he dropped his hand to your thigh. You held your breath, unable to do anything else, as his hand felt its way along the inside of your thigh, through the material of your dress. "But I bet I could change that," He growled, before smashing his lips to yours. You whimpered against his lips as he hitched your dress up, exposing your lower half. His hand trailed up your bare skin, skimming past your core. A smirk spread across his lips and he pulled away from you, toying with the waistband of your underwear. "See? I've already corrupted you. I could rip these off of you right here and you wouldn't even stop me, would you?"

You let out a long desperate breath, and your head rolled back against the wall. Good Lord. "Answer me," Niall growled, sneaking his hands behind you to give your bum a firm squeeze.

"N-no," You breathed, "No, I wouldn't stop you."

He smirked in satisfaction and grabbed the rim of your dress, roughly pulling it down. You peeled yourself off of the wall, already missing the feel of his calloused fingers. He slapped your bum and with a wink, said, "Go wash up, you dirty little thing. And meet me out here when you're done."

What a lovely dinner it was. Honestly. The food was great. And the view you had, of the sexually frustrated blond across the table, was equally as great.