Niall Horan Imagines

Prince Charming

"WOOO!" Niall cheered, throwing one fist in the air and tossing his head back. "NIALL HORAN IS NOW A MARRIED MAN!" He added, his voice a little slurred from the alcohol he'd consumed.

You giggled and tried to keep up with his unsteady pace when he grabbed you and lifted you into his arms, carrying you bridal-style. A squeal slipped past your lips and you let your head fall backward, holding your arms out as Niall carried you. You felt like you were floating in air. He laughed down at you before deciding to skip along the dark sidewalk. It was night now, and because Niall was a little tipsy and you were overjoyed with the feeling of being a newly wed, you both thought it would be a fine idea to walk back to your hotel. 

So, Niall skipped back to the hotel with you in his arms. You were both an insanely giggly mess when you finally arrived at the door of your room, to the extent that Niall could hardly even keep his hand steady enough to slide the card and unlock the door. When he did manage to unlock the door, though, you hurried in first, breathing in a deep breath. You heard the door click as it shut after Niall. You turned to face him, watching as he took his shoes off. You couldn't even lie - he looked hot as hell in that tux. Especially now, because his tie was a little crooked, his hair was tousled, and his cheeks were reddened. He had that messy but sexy look about him that made you want to shove him against the wall and have your way with him.

Clearing your throat, you said, "I can't believe we're like...married."

Niall's laugh boomed through the room and he stepped further into the space, his figure now illuminated by the lamp that sat on the nightstand beside the bed. "I feel great," He said, much like one would say after a refreshing shower. "We belong to each other now. Nobody's takin' you away from me now, baby girl," He spoke with a heavy accent and an even heavier smirk. He untied the bow from around his neck and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Stripping for me already?" You joked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on the tips of your toes, so that your lips ghosted over his.

"Mm," He hummed, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. "Maybe..." He added in a raspy whisper, making you close your eyes and let out a slow breath. He had a heavenly way of making you want him. He planted his lips on yours again, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Your hands ran through his hair and he growled into your mouth. 

When Niall pulled away, it was to breathlessly suggest, "Why don't we take a bath together? My feet are killin' me and I really just want to relax with my wife." He winked at the last part, and you could still feel your heart fluttering. Wife. You knew you'd never stop loving the sound of that. You nodded sweetly in response to Niall's plan, and he took your hand, guiding you toward the bathroom.

He ran the bathwater so that it settled at a perfect temperature. He poured floral scented bubble-bath into the tub and dropped a few complementary rose petals on top. After lighting three candles, he dimmed the lights in the bathroom and took your hand again. Pressing the back of your hand to his lips, he said, "After you, my love."

You smiled again and walked ahead, stopping so Niall could slowly unzip the back of your wedding dress. You could feel his breath as it blew across your exposed back. He placed one hand on your skin to brace himself before using the other to gently pull the zipper down. When your dress pooled at your feet, Niall's fingers danced along your skin. He moved so slowly and with such care for you. He knew he didn't need to rush anymore; you were his for the rest of your life. He could take all the time that he wanted to, now. When you were completely undressed, you lowered yourself into the warm water and watched in secret as Niall slipped out of his own clothes. Bubbles formed a barrier around your body as Niall slid in on the opposite side of the tub, so that you were facing each other. "Champagne," Niall suddenly said, as if remembering it, "We need champagne." So you watched again, this time while licking your lips, as Niall lifted himself out of the water. You watched water droplets race down his bare back as he stepped out and only took the time to dry his feet off, as to not leave a trail of wet footprints, before heading for the mini refrigerator. 

When he returned, he held a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hands. You couldn't help but giggle like a little girl as Niall poured a glass for you, naked. It was quite the thrill. He smirked the entire time, and even flirtatiously asked you, "Enjoying the view?"

With a wink, you replied, "You bet." He chuckled before lowering himself back into the tub. While trying to spread his legs around yours, he accidentally bumped your knee with his foot and cursed before mumbling an apology. You only laughed and said, "No big deal, babe." While you took modest sips from your glass, Niall threw his head back and downed nearly the entire glass in one swig. When he was done, he held his almost empty glass up to you and said, "You know, this stuff puts me in the mood..."

You blushed a little and dropped your eyes, saying, "Then drink up, baby."

He cheered and poured another glass for himself, swallowing that one down in the same manner as the one before. You shook your head with a chuckle. Only a true Irishman could handle alcohol the way Niall can. "Ahh," He sighed in content as he placed his empty glass down on the ledge of the tub. He leaned back, so that only his head was peeking out of the water. With a boyish smirk on his face, he moved his feet and wiggled his toes. You were laughing at his tipsy behavior until he moved one of his feet so that it was hovering above your middle. He smirked and wiggled his toes, and you jumped in surprise.

"Niall!" You tried to gasp, but it came out more like a moan. "S-stop," You quickly added, pushing his foot away. 

He stopped and mumbled, "I know you're naked over there and it's killin' me."

"Then maybe we should get out of here," You suggested, hurrying to finish the last of your drink. Outstretching your arms to Niall, you said, "Take me away, Daddy."

Realizing that he could no longer control himself, Niall growled deeply and leaned forward to smash his lips to yours, whispering, "My pleasure, (Y/N)."

**A few people told me they liked dirty imagines, but I know others aren't 100% comfortable with it yet, so this time I just gave you a little teaser. I hope you liked it, though!**