One Direction Dirty Imagines

Work For It- NIALL HORAN

“How many have you done so far?” Niall was standing above me, watching as I continued to finish the situps he had challenged me to fifteen minutes ago. “More than you did.” He smiled, squatting down next to my head. “Really? How bout you get your pretty little self on top of me, and I show you that you still can’t do more than me.” His crystal blue eyes were darker than usual- his pale pink bottom lip caught inbetween his straight pearly white teeth. He made a ‘come here’ motion with his finger, his body layed out infront of me.

I pulled myself ontop of him, his lips meeting mine as he pulled his torso up. “Thats one, seventy more to go.” I licked my lips and smiled at him. His arms flexed and his face was once again right infront of mine, he went back down, skipping a few kisses here and there. His breath was getting heavier a few minutes later when I had known he had done more than me, but loved the way I was able to watch his stomach muscles flex everytime he came up, avoiding a kiss- making him perform the exercise faster.

“Can we take a break?” He was panting, taking a sip from the bottle of water I had placed on the floor earlier. “Either you finish these, or you aren’t getting laid tonight.” I smirked at him and took off the tank top I was wearing- which was covered in sweat from the summer heat- broken air conditioners in Arizona aren’t a good thing. He sighed, pecking me on the lips and letting his fingers run down my stomach until they reached the waistband of my shorts. “No.” I got up and sat next to him and giggled as he groaned and began to do several more situps.

I sat ontop of his knees, settling myself slowly so I wouldn’t fall off. “How many more?” His voice cracked- throat dry. “Ten more sounds good.” I handed him a water bottle and leaned down to kiss him- more forcefully than the last. He took the black wifebeater he was wearing off- throwing the sweat covered material to the side.

“There, I’m done.” He finally stood up, wiping his forehead and downing the rest of the water. “Well done. After this you won’t have to workout for a week or two.” He walked up to me, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing me feverishly- carrying the two of us upstairs and placing me on the bed- almost like I was a doll. He struggled to get his belt undone, his hands rushing. “Calm down babe- we have the whole day- and night if you really want to.” I smiled and slowly pulled down my shorts- along with my underwear, my arms reaching to unclasp my bra.

I giggled when he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head and reached down to suck at my collarbones. His lips traveled south, stopping at my hips- flicking his tongue against the bone that bumped out a bit. He looked up at me, a smirk on his lips. A whine came out of my mouth- pretty much telling Niall to stop teasing me. He stood on his knees, moving himself in between my legs. He squeezed my hand, making sure I was ready. He could be rough sometimes- but he always made sure he wasn’t hurting me in any way.

I nodded, a moan coming from Niall’s throat when he had placed himself inside of me. I gritted my teeth- a slight pain from the stretching. “Should have prepped you first. So tight.” He began moving slowly, noticing my facial expression changing from pain to pleasure. Moans erupted from my lips, Niall’s grip slipping from my wrists and down to my hips- thumbs holding tight enough to bruise.

Slamming into me faster, groans left his lips and I giggled when the headboard of the bed started hitting the wall. He leaned in and kissed me- stopping any noise I was able to make. He put my legs behind his head, changing the angle and earning a mewl from myself- feeling my legs quiver and shake from the pleasure. “So close.” His voice was low and gravelly, his grip tighter and his thrusts getting sloppier. He pulled out- “Finish me off?” There was a glint in his eyes and I agreed, my hands wrapping around his cock and pumping it, his name dancing off his lips.

Two strokes later and he had came, breath ragged and he got up, grabbing tissues from the bathroom and wiping my hands off. “I rather shower than that, but thank you.” He planted a kiss to my forehead and smacked my butt as I walked into the shower- exhausted and sweaty.

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