Niall Horan imagines

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*SMUT WARNING*
*SMUT WARNING*

A metallic clink sounded from above me where Niall was tugging at his restraints, a wild look in his lustful eyes. His pupils were blown out, only a bit of blue visible around them. "Baby." His voice was deep and low, gravelly from arousal.

I ignored him, kissing down his chest to the v of his hips, trailing my tongue along the dips. He let out a small sigh when I nipped along the skin under his navel and I smirked, knowing he was getting impatient. Slowly, I licked down the trail of hair that led down into his boxers, and suddenly, he was panting, bucking his hips impatiently.

He whimpered. "Baby, please."

Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his brows furrowed in frustration. His swollen lips were parted slightly, and I thought they looked a bit lonely so I leaned up to kiss him.

He moaned into my mouth when my pelvis brushed against his, tugging at the handcuffs once more. "Please don't tease," he murmured into the kiss. "Please? I need you."

I chuckled, winking at him as I moved back down his chest to run my fingers over the waistband of his boxers. I decided I'd spare him a bit, so I pulled them down his skinny legs and threw them over my shoulder, and he laughed at my grin.

I loved teasing him. I loved knowing that I had that effect on him, that he would literally be begging for my mouth and that even the slightest touch of my hands on his thighs would cause him to buck his hips upwards.

And when I'd pull away, I loved hovering my mouth over his cock, and he'd feel my breath around him, squirming and trying to jump into my touch, knowing that my mouth was close by. He was groaning and panting and begging for me to touch him.

"Please, please, please," he tried to growl, but instead it came out breathy and sort of whiny. "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. Please just touch me, I need your mouth. Please."

So, finally, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, trailing my tongue slowly along his slit to lick up the bead of precum and sucking lightly. His entire body rose into my touch, head falling back onto the pillow and a wonderful moan slipped out from the back of his throat, the sound stirring something in my stomach, a strong heat travelling down to my core.

When he hit the back of my throat, a distressed sound left his lips, eyes fluttered shut as a warm flush took over his body. I slid my lips upwards again, towards the head, and his hips rose to meet the curve of my mouth, letting out breathy moans that seemed to make me even wetter.

"Yes, yes, yes," he chanted under his breath. "God, I love your mouth."

I smirked around him, taking him all the way once more before pulling him out of my mouth, and he whined from above me.

Crawling up his body, I uncuffed his hands from the headboard, kissing along the faint red marks on his wrist. I pressed my lips to his before turning to whisper in his ear. "Fuck me."

He didn't need to hear anything else because he was already lifting me up and throwing me onto my back, ripping my panties in his frenzy to get them off. 

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I felt uncomfortable writing that. Ugh.

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