The Little Black Book of Imagines

Niall Horan Imagine 21

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For Vivian :)

Shopping with Niall was always fun when he could take you. He's always so busy traveling, promoting or touring, so it was always good to have him home. Especially, being newlyweds for the past few weeks.

"I like this one." Niall picks up a green sweater. It's sort of heavy for spring but it has holes in it so it could work.

"Okay, I'll try it." You grab it by the hanger and drape it over your arm with the other things he'd picked.

"What about swimsuits?" He asks smiling cheekily at you.

"For what? It's too wet in London for swimming.

"It isn't in L.A."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"You're coming with me." he continues to smile.

"Really?!" You're too loud for the small shop and quiet your voice. "You said it didn't make sense for me to go because it'll only be a few days."

"They extended it." He says as matter of fact.

"Okay, bikinis, yes!" You both make your way to the swimsuit section. The display is out earlier than usual because of the random forecasts lately.

"Any thing particular that you want to see?"

"Something orange, green or white." he beams. Typical, the Irish flag's colors.

You laugh and pick out a bunch of different styles and colors to try. When you put the first one on Niall is quick to see it.

"I like it." he smiles. You do a slow turn and his smile grows. "I really like it."

Thirty minutes later you're both home. You throw your bags wherever they land on the floor and Niall does the same. Seconds later you're in each other's arms.

He kisses you hard and deep. This kiss is nothing like the one he'd given you the other day after returning from a long trip. That kiss was slow, torturous considering how horny you both were, but it was exactly what you needed. Time to remember and caress each other. This time the excitement was going to get the best of both of you.

His tongue is forceful and  demanding. His eager hands pull your shirt over your head and tosses it to the floor. His large palms rub your swollen breasts in desperation.

"Oh, God." he groans roughly. His hips grind into yours and his hands leave your breast to press your hips into him. He picks up a rhythm and you don't think that many clothes are going to be removed.

He picks you up and carries you to the back of the couch. His pants and boxers are drag to his ankles and his hand covers his manhood. He strokes it roughly and hikes your skirt up with the other. With his less busy hand he slips your panties to the side.

He sinks into you slowly and then all bets are off. His thrusts are merciless and unforgiving.

Thank God for birth control and being able to fill this much love in such a simple action.

His left hand grabs your waist and his right your neck.

You're making very rude noises and you can't stop yourself. It's not long before you crash and he continues to pound into you until your third orgasm. He finally fills you right after.

"Viv, I love you." He kisses your forehead, nose and finally your lips!

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