One Direction and 5SOS Preferences and Imagines

Niall Dirty

"You know what that dress does to me. I can't be hard onstage; you know that, baby," Niall spits into your ear as he grabs your arm, pulling you closer to him, "Can you take care of that for me real quick? Before I go?" He asks, lips pressed to your ear. You nod eagerly as he latches his teeth onto your neck, looking around to make sure no one sees him pulling you into the closet.

"I had to have you. I really did. Your legs in that dress...I couldn't help but imagine them wrapped around me while I fuck into you. How does that sound?" Niall murmurs as he roughly picks you up and leans you against the wall. Your legs wrap around his strong hips as you moan; he licks stripes all the way up and down your neck, biting down on your shoulder so hard, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

Niall pushes your dress up above your breasts, licking at your nipples as he yanks your panties to the side, rubbing you deep.

"Hold on to that shelf for me, babe," Niall whispers as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his hard cock.

He groans as he sinks into you slowly, but quickly starts thrusting into you at such a fast pace, your wetness can be heard from the dressing room.

He grasps your thighs tight as he grinds his hips into yours, biting on your neck and moaning into your ear. His hand comes down with a hard slap on your ass, and he feels you clench even tighter around him. He takes that as the cue to smack you again."You like that? You're getting so wet from me spanking you, huh? Mmmm, come on, darling, we don't have much time. His nails dig deep into the flesh of your thigh as his hand comes down again and again. He angles his head to kiss you gently, slowly enjoying the taste and feel of your lips as he fucks you harder and harder.

"NIALL!! Where the fuck are you?" Harry called from outside. You both heard all the boys walk into the dressing room, looking around for the two of you.

Niall doesn't stop thrusting into you.

"I'm- Niall- I'm gonna come! They're gonna--hear me," you whimper as he slams into you, licking and sucking your neck. He brings his hand up to your mouth, muffling your building moans and stifling his own.

"Come on, come on, baby...come on my cock right now, that's it..." Niall murmured in your ear breathlessly, circling his hips and hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

Your orgasms hit you like hurricanes, your bodies radiating heat and grinding against each other, lips locked as your tongues mingle and he swats you lightly for the last time.

He gives you a final, passionate peck before he pulls out of you and sets you back down. His soft, tousled hair is unruly and slightly sweaty, and his cheeks are red as fire. "You ready, babe? That was perfect. Thank you," Niall murmurs into your ear and grabs your hand. You pull your dress down and be opens the door slowly, the both of you greeted with cheers and whistles from all the boys.

"You lucky bastard," Liam calls to Niall, "You lucky fucking bastard." Niall winks back at him and wraps his arm around your shoulders, squeezing tightly.