One Direction Imagines

Niall (In The Forest) *Dirty*

He guides you through the half-dark forest with a sure step, his hand never leaving your shoulder. You shiver slightly, whether is was because you were only wearing a trenchcoat or because of the anticipation of what was to come you didn't really know. "We're almost there, love," Niall whispers dangerously from behind you. After a couple more minutes, the trees lessened and you found yourself standing on a clearing in the middle of the Blackwood forest. There was a huge stone in the middle of the meadow. The damp grass tickles against your calves while your master guides you to the big stone. His hand leaves your shoulder and you turn around. "Take it off," he commands and you undo the belt and buttons, sliding the thin fabric off your naked body. You now stand before him in all your glory, the soft moonlight illuminating your naked skin. He takes a step closer and strokes a finger over your stomach and breasts. You dare not move. His hand finds your throat and encloses it with a light, but firm grip. He guides you down to lie on the cold, big stone and you shiver at the touch. "Open your legs for me, baby," he whispers huskily and you do as he says. He kneels down in front of you and looks at your most intimate parts. Bringing his hand up to meet your pulsating flesh, he laughs dangerously. "Wet already? You little slut," he says before he enters you with two fingers. You moan with pleasure and your body wriggles underneath his touch. Too soon, the fingers leave your insides again. His hand shoots up to your throat again and he grips it tightly. The sudden lack of air makes you panic, but you know he would never hurt you. It just turned you on really bad and he knew that. You stare at each other for a moment before he releases your throat and air fills your lunges again. "You do not moan until I tell you to," he instructs and you lower your gaze. He kneels down in front of you again, and his skilled tongue connects with your clit. It took everything you had not to moan out loudly. And boy, you were a load moaner. The others had heard you on more than one occasion. You thought that was why he brought you to the woods. So you could be as loud as you want. He enters you again with his fingers, and you are done thinking. All you can concentrate on are his fingers and tongue. You arch your back and thrust your pelvis into his face. You would just love to kiss him right now, and feel your delicious taste in his mouth. His other hand grabs your butt, slapping it roughly taking you by surprise. The sensation was just mind-blowing. Your breathing accelerates, and tears spring to your eyes. Niall fucking Horan was torturing you with his hands and tongue and you were not allowed to make even the slightest sound. He leaves your clit for a moment and blows against it, sending an ice-cold sensation through your body. Looking up at your face, he sees you in complete trance. "That's it, baby, I want to see you fall apart," he growls and you only hear the sound of a zipper before his huge cock fills your insides. His other hand is still resting on your bum and the feeling is so intense, you can't help yourself and scream with pleasure. Afraid he will stop, you look at him, only to see him laughing while thrusting deep into you. "I said no moaning, you can scream all you want," he says and you smile lightly before tossing your head back in ecstasy. He lifts you up with his strong hands and sits you down on top of him. The hard rock presses into your knees painfully, but you do not care as you ride him hard. The sensation of his huge cock in your pussy, and the slight pain of the stone on your kneecaps drives you higher and higher until tears are streaming down your face again. Niall kisses them away, and now you can taste yourself in his mouth. He bites down hard on your bottom lip, and that is all you needed to explode. Screaming at the top of your lunges, you climax and feel him tense under you as well. Together, you explode. His dick stays in place while you breathe heavily against his chest. After a minute or so, he pulls out and you are just so exhausted, you let yourself fall into the wet grass. Coming down from your immense climax, you don't feel cold at the touch of it. Staring into the sky, your breathing slows down. A shooting star flickers through the night and you smile lightly, but don't make a wish. When you were fucking someone like Niall Horan, there was no need for making wishes anymore.