One Shots - One Direction (Smut)

1: Good Girl Gone Bad For Mr Horan.

"Darlin' Come down, There's someone here to see you!" Her voice chirped as I fitted myself into the dress she had put for me. 

I heard footsteps of my mother's pumps which increased in volume by passing seconds. I re-adjusted the topless dress a little above my chest and stared into the mirror. 

"No, No, No. Not the right way." Mum entered, coming towards me with her eyes onto the parrot green dress. 

"A little downward.." She continued, grabbing the top and pushed it downward so the line of my femininity showed. I huffed, trying to pull it upwards again but she winced and slapped my hand away. 

"Mother," I looked at her with wide eyes. 

"You need to show my latest designs with beauty!" She exaggerated, her frail and thin hands moving along. 

"No, mother. I need to conserve it. I'm not your model!" I hissed lowly. 

"Oh come on, now." She walked to the door, turned back before exiting. "Someone special is waiting." She smiled before leaving my room. 

My attention turned to the full-length mirror. I just let it stay where it was, not bothering to change it according to my personal liking because the truth is, I can't even control what covers my body. I turned around, jumped into my white pumps, and went down for someone 'Special' waiting for me. 

The obvious attention-- The spotlight shined upon my head as I walked down the stairs. Camera's flashed, as I applied a fake smile along with the decent amount of make-up on my face. 

"Hello, Y/N." I saw him walking over to me. Niall fixed his tie as he neared me. "How are you?" He asked, I could notice his eyes flailing down on my chest but I chose to simply ignore it. 

"I am better than ever Mr Horan, in fact, I don't feel sore at all." He chuckled at my remark about our actions last week, where I may or may not have lost my virginity to this man. 

"I must admit it was fun," His native country's action showed as he spoke. I was glad to hear that as well. "It would be lovely if we could reminisce the beautiful memories together." He whispered, coming nearer as the back of his hand touched my cheek softly.  

I sighed, "I'm afraid I have to meet some people and tell them about my mother's designs." Sadness poured out as much as I didn't want it to. Horan searched my face with puppy dog eyes. 

"That sucks," I laughed. "But all comes to those, who wait." He whispered, placing a kiss on my cheek but my heart was going to burst out of my chest. 

"See you in your room." He winked, leaving me to stare at the walking beauty's back. 

I heaved out a sigh again, walking to everyone here and making a conversation. Praying to God, to be allowed to my room soon. My head was already filled with wild things I wanted to do to him. 

"Hello!" I walked to Mrs. Bass, starting advertising about my mother's designs. 

- 

After many, many women asking me about my revealing dress, I was finally excused. I walked up to my room and feeling hot in the dozens of people, I immediately got out of my shoes and stood in front of the air conditioner, puffing out breaths. 

I felt a hand on my waist and I turned around to see Niall, I let out a breath I didn't know I held and said, "Oh Gosh, I must've forgotten. Niall.." I smiled. 

Both of his hands had found their way to my waist and he lightly pecked onto my neck. "Call me Mr Horan as I fuck you hard." 

I gasped at his words but let out a low chuckle right after, "Why not?" I agreed.