Pain fills my side as I’m thrown into the locker. The captain of the football team laughing as my books fall to the ground. Looking up at the culprit, Niall looks at me like a squished bug on the ground as he continues talking about how pathetic I look. Grabbing my books, I cuddle them to my chest. People pass me as I make my way further down the hallway and to my locker. Opening it up I place the books in my locker, and fill my backpack with the necessities. Shutting my locker, I hear the familiar laugh of Niall. Turning my back to the sound, I try to get away from it as fast as I can. Rushing down the hallway I hear it getting closer. Almost as if he’s chasing me. Peeking behind me, Niall strides towards me. Quickening my pace, I feel his hand grip my wrist and force me into his chest.
“Hey look guys!” Niall chants. “It’s the dyke!”
“Let me go!” I yell.
“Oh, what gotta go meet your girlfriend?” Niall’s friend Sean asks.
“Niall, let go,” I demand.
“What?” Sean asks. “Gonna cry if he doesn’t?”
Ripping my arm away from him, I look down at my wrist and see marks where his fingers gripped me. Rubbing my arm, Niall looks suddenly sympathetic when he notices the marks on my wrist. I watch Sean pat Niall’s arm and lure him away. The burning feeling of tears gathers behind my eyes and I hurry away. I run to the girls bathroom, making sure no ones in there before locking the door. Sliding down the door, the tears flow down my cheeks as whimpers escape my mouth.
As long as I could remember, I always had a soft spot for him. I could never understand why, he was never kind towards me. Let alone anyone that wasn’t in his social group. But I was like the rest of the girls at our school. I wanted him, maybe not as much as the others but pretty close. He had been with almost every girl in our school, even the ones with boyfriends on his football team. Niall never really noticed me, until this year when I accidentally spilled milk on him in the cafeteria. He had never let me go since.
Someone knocks on the door, and I hurriedly lift myself from the ground. A butt plantation on my bag where I sat on it. Looking in the mirror, I make sure you can’t tell I was crying. Opening the door, I find Niall and Sean looking back at me.
“Told you it was her,” Sean laughs.
“You’re pathetic,” Niall smirks.
Niall shoves me in the bathroom, and locks the door behind him. I rest my weight against the wall, and wait for him to start screaming me. Looking up at him, he leans against the door. His eyes are looking down at me in my fragile state. Biting my lip out of frustration I hear a grunt from Niall. Turning my head to face him, he’s much closer to me than he was before. Opening my mouth to say something, it’s soon encased with Niall’s. Bringing my hands up to his neck I grip it, as he places his hands on my hips. Pulling away, I gasp at the sudden gesture he just made.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Niall asks. “You fucking strut through these halls acting so fucking innocent, and all I want to do is ruin it.”
“What?” I ask.
“I fucking want you,” Niall growls.
Shoving me back up against the wall, Niall plants his lips to my neck. Bringing my head back I rest it against the wall as he places lovebites up my neck. He harshly bites down on my sweet spot, causing a shriek to fall from my lips. Niall’s hands find their way up my shirt, cupping my breasts through my bra. Moaning involuntarily I feel Niall smirk into my neck. Gripping the bottom of my shirt, I pull it from my body and throw it on the ground. Niall follows my actions, and detaches his lips from my skin. Whimpering at the loss of contact, I raise my gaze to find Niall looking at my exposed chest. My gaze follows down his body, across his chest down to the little treasure trail leading to his groin area. I hear him chuckle, and realize he’s caught me checking him out. Bringing himself closer to me, Niall’s forehead rests against mine. I feel him reach around my back, unhooking my bra. I let it fall from my arms and land on the tiled floor. Moaning at the contact of Niall’s hands on my breasts I lean my head back. Giving him easier access to my neck, he licks up the side of my neck all the way under my earlobe. Biting down gently on my lobe he releases it from his grip and pulls back so he’s looking back at me. Grabbing his neck, I pull him back to me placing my lips on his. My hands trail down his chest and to the waist of his jeans. Playing with the belt, I unbuckle it and unbutton his jeans. Niall pulls them down, and kicks them onto the growing pile of clothes. Getting on my knees in front of him, I sense the shock from Niall at my sudden boldness. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of his Calvin Klein’s I pull them down watching as Niall kicks them away as they land on his feet. Gazing at his cock, I study the rich piece of flesh that I’ve craved for so long. My eyes lock on the prominent vein that wraps around his cock ending at the seam where the base meets the head. Licking my lips, my eyes meet his and I see the hunger in his eyes as he waits for me to make my first move. Nervousness fills my stomach as I’ve never done this before. I take his base in my hand, and stroke him. He takes my hand quickening my pace and I lean down placing a kiss on the tip of his very red head. A groan leaves his throat as my lips envelope him. Niall’s fist wraps itself in my hair, pushing me down a little further than I intended. I feel him hit my gag reflex but I fight the urge. A short moan leaves his lips and his breathing quickens as I try my best to deep throat him. Niall’s satisfied face gives me the okay that I’m doing pretty well. Feeling him twitch in my mouth, I quickly pull away standing up. Niall’s eyes showed a bit of anger, and a bit of lust. Wrapping his hands around my waist, Niall kisses me roughly. Niall slips his hands behind me unzipping my skirt. Stepping out of it as soon as it hit the floor, Niall’s hands went straight to my lower back. His hands roamed until he gripped underneath my bum.
“Jump,” Niall whispers.
Hooking my legs around my waist, he carries me over to the sink pulling me to the edge. Niall’s hands stroke the inside of my thighs as he inches closer and closer to my wet heat. Pulling my panties off, Niall strokes his fingers through my folds causing pleasure to erupt in my core. My hands grip his shoulders for leverage and I lean my head in the crook of his neck. One of his fingers enter me, earning him a soft moan from me.
“I wanna hear you,” he demands.
Placing another finger in me, I can’t help but rock my hips against his fingers. My moaning grows louder as his pace quickens. I feel my high churn in the pit of my stomach as he continues pumping his fingers.
“Are you gonna cum for me?” he asks. “Are you gonna cum, princess?”
Nodding, I feel my walls close around his fingers and my juices slide down my thighs. Niall takes his fingers from me, and puts them in his mouth. Tasting me. He pulls them from his mouth, and licks his lips, pleased with my flavor.
“Sweet,” Niall beams. “I figured.”
Niall pulls me off the sink, and turns me around, making me bend over the sink. Suddenly a loud smack fills the room as Niall’s palm makes fierce contact with my ass cheek. Moaning at the pain, Niall spanks it again and again.
“Again,” I whimper.
Niall spanks me one last time before rubbing his tip against my wet sex. He slips his head in, before quickly pulling it out. Whimpering at the loss of contact, I turn around to see Niall stroking his very prominent cock.
“Beg,” Niall demands.
“What?” I ask.
“You want it so bad,” he says. “Beg.”
“Please Niall,” I plead. “Give me your big, thick, Irish cock!”
I can practically hear the smirk fly to his face as he plows himself into me. Throwing my head back at the stretch, Niall takes this opportunity to take my hair in his fist. Pulling my head back, I watch his face in the mirror as he watches where we connect. Feeling him in the pit of my stomach, I start to clench around him urging him closer to his high. His tip brushes against my g-spot as he continues plowing into it. Biting down on my lip I attempt to keep myself from exploding right then and there.
“Are you gonna cum baby?” Niall asks.
“Yeah,” I groan. “Keep going.”
Niall drives harder into me, causing my high to close in on me. My vision goes white as my juices seep onto his cock, and my walls clench around him keeping him in place. My voice goes hoarse as his name and curse words fall from my lips. He groans and squeezes my hips as I feel him fill me up, my name and his subtle swears filling the room. Niall falls against my back, both of us panting. I feel Niall pull me by my waist and walk us back against the wall. He sits down, placing me in his lap as we both attempt to still catch our breaths.
Our breathing returns to normal, and we start get dressed. Zipping my skirt up, and tucking my shirt in I look up at Niall who is waiting for me to finish. Slipping my blazer on, Niall opens up the door for me as a nice gesture. Scurrying out of the bathroom my eyes scan our surroundings to make sure no one’s there. Turning to face Niall, I realize neither of us have even said a word since our fuck.
“Just so you know what just happened doesn’t mean I’m gonna be nice to you,” Niall blurts.
Nodding in understanding I turn to make my way towards the parking lot.
“And also,” Niall shouts. “That’s gonna happen more often.”
Stopping in my tracks, I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach at Niall’s not-so-subtle plan. Gulping at the thought of doing that with him again, my knees start to go weak and I find myself leaning against one of the pop machines.
Maybe feeling this great would work out in my benefit.
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