One direction imagines

Niall " bullies & the bullied"

Written by illegalpup

Kaylee's POV;

My high school life isn't made easy, because of the fuckboy, Niall Horan, and his three friends, Harry, Liam, and Zayn. The four of them bully me, calling me names, downgrading me, and destroying the things that mean a lot to me.

Like, they snatch my books and begin tearing and ripping pages out, crumpling them and stepping on them. "She's always reading! She's such a nerd."

They don't know what I read about. I read books about sex. I'm not a typical nerd. But today, something seems off. For starters, I haven't been called a name all day. I haven't heard Niall's loud, mocking laugh either.

The other boys must not be here today or something. "Hey, nerd," there he is. I continued adjusting the books in my locker. "I'm talking to you."

I ignored him, yet again, and switched out my English book for my Psychology textbook. I shut the door on the locker and started walking away.

He grabbed my arm, pulling me with him. I fought against it, trying to walk toward my next class. "No, you're coming with me." I rolled my eyes and just gave up. He isn't as strong as his friend Liam but he's sure as hell stronger than me.

He brought me in an empty classroom, one that didn't have any windows except for the one on the door. He pulled the cover above that small window and locked the door.

"Maybe you know what you're here for, but maybe not. You know those books of yours I've torn up? I saw what was written on those pages. Do you want it how Christian gave it to Anastasia? Huh?" Oh my God, this turns me on.

I turned my back to him. I felt him walk up behind me, cupping my ass. "Answer me, babe," I could feel his breath on my neck.

I shook my head 'no.' "Very well then." He turned my body so I was facing him. He placed his hands on my cheeks, making me look him in his eyes. "Damn, you're beautiful." He pressed his lips to mine, honestly making me forget every time he's bullied me. He deepened the kiss, backing me up to sit on a desktop. He moved his kiss from my lips to my jawline, then to my neck until he found my sweet spot.

He began sucking on that certain spot while running his finger down my arm, leaving chills where he touched. Then he moved to my thigh. "Is this okay, Princess?" He look up at me as he touched my inner thigh, close to my core. I nodded, wanting him to continue.

He attached his lips to mine once again, his fingers dipping in my pants, rubbing me from outside of my underwear. Not long after, I felt his fingers move the underwear aside and make contact with my actual vagina.

I moaned into his mouth as his thumb began running figure 8's on my clit, but winced when he stopped. He hooked his fingers around my panties, pulling them down to my ankles. I kicked them off, waiting for him to undress himself.

He took his pants and boxers off, leaving his shirt on and coming back over to me. Before he got to me, though, I asked "Why do you still have your shirt on?"

He asked me the same, and I immediately took mine off. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows, pulling him toward me. "Your turn," I whispered in his ear.

He lifted his white shirt over his head, grabbing my face and attaching his lips to mine. I tangled my fingers in his oh-so soft, blonde hair.

I was the one to break the kiss this time, sliding off the desk and to my knees. While I was doing so, I let my hands glide down his chest, to his stomach, to his thighs where I held them to keep my balance.

I licked my lips, looking up at him. I moved one hand from his thigh to his member, softly pumping it before attaching my lips to the tip. Do it like they do in the books you've read, I mentally tell myself.

I licked stripes up the sides, and underneath his shaft before taking it into my mouth as far as I could. I used my hand for what I couldn't take in my mouth, still keeping one hand gripped onto his thigh for balance.I bobbed my head a little bit, waiting to get a reaction from him.

I heard a small groan, and he grasped a bit of my hair, pushing my head forward again. I bobbed my head again, hollowing my cheeks after a few bobs. Within a few minutes both of his hands are tangled in my hair as he begins guiding me at his preferred pace.

Not too long after, he warned me that he was close. I sucked harder, and he finally came. I swallowed what I could before standing up, wiping my mouth. I smiled at him and started putting my clothes back on as the tardy bell rang.

When I finished putting them on, I looked at him and said, "Who says bullies and the bullied can't have fun together?" I then walked to the office to pick up a tardy slip, giving them the excuse that I was in the bathroom handling a personal issue.

He and I should do that more often, maybe take turns.